Only once every three months or so

I arrived a bit before 4 pm. There were six women, but only three were near the bar area: a black Brazilian sitting on the floor of the bar entrance, an hour-glassed figured Latina (possibly Brazilian) who was bar tending, and a women (presumably Brazilian) who seemed to be a customer. She had a hard look on her face and was wearing a trench coat, but she wasn't drinking. This is going to sound strange, but she came across as an FBI agent. She didn't seem like a stripper, but must've been. The hour-glassed Latina approached me first and offered to serve me a drink. I accidentally said Bud Light. I forgot about the controversy surrounding it, but kudos to them that they didn't serve any. My Miller Lite cost me seven dollars plus a dollar for the tip.

The black Brazilian came over to me, somewhat aggressive. She didn't speak English, but I had gotten the impression that she wanted to lift me upside down and shake all the money out of me. Out from the back came the Mamasan (definitely Brazilian). She poured the black Brazilian a glass of wine and charged me ten dollars for it. The Mamasan didn't speak English either. Turning back to the black Brazilian, I motioned to her phone so as to communicate via Google translate. I got to the point and typed fifty for the Mamasan and 100 for her. VIP. She understood. I squared up with the Mamasan and followed the black Brazilian into the back.

The back VIP area was barely visible. I didn't like this, for I like to inspect for things like Herpes and Syphilis. This I couldn't do because of the lack of lighting and it was a confined space as well. We were in the back for twenty minutes. Then it was over. The 100 dollars got me three positions and a blowy. She had massively soft tits but a stomach that looked like the surface of the moon. She also had some stubble on her chin. Now I'm sure she was all women. Because her stomach had certainly paid the price. I'm assuming she's a mother of more than one. She told me that she was from Newark. The rest of her body was perfectly shaved.

She didn't seem like a risk. There was protection and cleanliness to a degree. All and all I would go back but not for her. The other four strippers were alike. They were all very much the prototypical Latinas and bored out of their minds. Even though I ended up spending 169 dollars, I kind of felt like I had gotten ripped off. 169 dollars could've bought me a new tire. I think I'm going to hold off for a couple of months before going back.