Golfing and the Columbian Goddess

I visited the Dollhouse after a day of golfing with my buddies. We end up at the club at about 11pm and immediately just go for bottle service which I think cost us 350. We get sat, the bottle shows up and almost immediately we have 4 girls in our section with more hovering around waiting for a window. It was like being a fucking worm on a hook.

The girls are insanely persistent and wouldn't take no for an answer. I'm new to all of this so learned quickly that it just required a firm no. So I send a few girls back into the trenches and then this Columbian dime pops down on my lap and asks me if I like to party. I'm a sucker for accents. She chats me up, has her hands in my shirt, shes wiggling around on my lap making small talk. Eventually she asks me again if I like to party. I want a dance from her at this point so I tell her I'm down for a little party. I agree to three songs for 120.

She takes me to the back and sits me down. Her top comes down and her coverup off and just wow. She starts grinding on me, heavy contact, breathing in my ear, starts whispering dirty things to me, shes drawing her lips around my neck, ears, chin, she has her hands on the back of my head and neck like shes going to kiss me. She says "this is a little party papi, do you want a bigger party". I ask the VIP rate. She tells me 550 for 20 minutes or whatever. I tell her yep, let's go for a big party.