That is NOT my tail your holding. And you squeeze a bit, not soft either no more

Springfield, MO. Tuesday night. The club is sort of downtown. Small lot in the back but I got a spot. Walk in, through the back door. There was a girl dressed in street clothes smoking ciggarette as I walked in and came in with me, not sure what she was if staff, dancer or customer. Layout is bathroom is right on your right coming in. Left side is the whole bar. Way right is the stage. And a few booths with like shower curtains on the far wall. Dances in there I was quoted at $40. This is the place the other girls at the club made it seem like this was the down and dirty extras club. I mean you could kinda seem ones feet if they were in a booth so it can't get too too crazy. This place is really well lit. A couple bartenders, a guy and then a girl who I think was getting trained it looked like. She was pretty cute. Customers, one black guy other than that, mostly middle age white folks with some girl customers as well. All were at the bar, the rest of the club was completely empty most of the time I was there.

Dancers. All I saw were two. Two brunette white girls. One was dressed in robe not doing anything or circulating just talking to a customer on the other end of the bar. Thin girl. Didn't get a great look at her as she was there the whole time. Didn't get on stage. And then one brunette white girl, thin to average body, she was decent, bright red lipstick. She had a guy following her around the whole the time that was it. I wanted to engage with some of these dancers not just raise the white flag so I went up to the latter girl when she was on stage despite being tipped by that one guy. I asked how much dances were "40" she kinda said it in a bitchy way. I decided to say fuck all this and just raise the white flag. I could've probably got dances with that girl at a cheaper club but not for $40. I headed out to the next club, not enough going on here.