Handshake Haven

As is our habit, a buddy and I stopped by Players on a Wednesday afternoon, somewhere between 4 and 4:30. We parked on the south side of the building, where there is never a valet. Over the past couple years, the club has been trying to better its image by adding valet, fresh carpet, fixing the chairs, and the bathroom attendant who starts earlier in the afternoon every time we show up. Not to mention the fancy club drink prices. The cheapest bottle of beer is $11, and no happy hour specials to be found anywhere. Those aren't the only high prices in the joint either. In the past year, we have been challenged to find a DAY SHIFT dancer charging less than $40/dance. On the upside, however, the mileage seems to be fairly high.

On this particular Wednesday, we walked into a sea of talent swimming around the small club. Aside from our favorite waitress and bartender duo, we didn't hear a word of English. The instant we found a table and sat, we were joined by a couple Cubans (7-8ish, for this club) in our laps who greeted us each with firm, ongoing handshakes. I couldn't tell you my girl's name. I know she told me, but she had my attention elsewhere and I was also trying to flag the waitress so we could at least order our first drink. Once the beers arrived, I was able to communicate that I'd like to just chill a bit before heading back for a dance. She feigned patience and just alternating between rubbing my neck, back and crotch while she waited. I asked how much for a private dance, and mentioned the $40 and I winced a little. She then offered 3 for $100, so I nodded and motioned that I wanted to finish my beer. As soon as the last drop left the bottle, she was up and dragging me to the little, narrow room in the back.

The first song was a steady rotation of straddling my lap and shoving her nice non-naturals in my face/mouth, flashes of the kitty, standing on the seat and flashing the gyrating kitty in my face, grabbing my hand and putting it on the kitty, etc. The second song was spent almost entirely with her in my lap facing me, first with her hands down my pants, my hand down hers, and soon with her undoing my pants and giving me some fresh air. Song #3 was all about getting the job done. Which she did.