Post dinner grab and go

After a work dinner, around 11, I decided to stop in for a beer and a bit of fun. I took an Uber from the strip to the Casino across the Nugget across the street and zipped across the lanes and in I went. Quick pat down, $5 entry, and straight away (literally straight away) to the bar. The bar is not huge and L shaped and faces the stage. At about 11 the place was crowded but not packed and had about as many dancers as patrons. (As has been described a lot, not a huge place.). It was crowded enough that both stages, the larger one across from the bar, and the small auxiliary one on the left when you walk in, were being used.

I ordered my Carona and 10 seconds later two cuban dancers aggressively hung themselves on either side of me asking for shots. I politely declined and after about 30 seconds of trying to convince me, off they went. Meanwhile, on the stage was one of the largest girls I've ever seen in a strip club. Huge hanging tits, huge ass, who unlike most was smiling and seemingly having a grand old time on the stage. Generally, huge isn't my thing, but something about her smile got to me and I walked over and started tipping her one's as she danced. Sure enough after...five minutes later there she was at the bar next to me.

Turns out through her limited English, her name was Grace, Gail, or she was from Guatemala. (Tough combo of not great English, loud, and both of us were a bit drunk.). Two sets of shots for each of us and off to the VIP. As has been described many times the VIP is the room in the back...5/$100...crowded, not private, and I think great fun. Ya just never know what you'll get! I love the randomness, energy, and don't judge me, the crowd. Something about having a dancer grind or better yet have her hand down your pants, while the lad next to you does the same thing pretending not to notice you is endlessly entertaining to me.

Crazy good grind, lots of mutual groping and thoroughly enjoyed her huge tits. First her tongue found it's way to my ear, than my neck, than my mouth...at least for a bit. Her hands wandered more than mine. Two sets of ten dances and mission accomplished. Back to the bar and two beers. I asked for her number and she said something about her sister and Friday. I have no idea what the was talking about...foiled by the language barrier and beer. I think common sense got the best of me and I let it be. Finished my beer, turned down more dances, and off I went...dashing across the street to my Uber.