Slow afternoon at Chicas Locas; A tall Cuban woman makes the day

I came to Chicas Locas at about 2pm in the afternoon on a Monday. There was about 25 or so girls working at that time. The place had some patrons here and there but not too much. However, I didn't feel singled out or that the attention was on me, I was able to blend in and not feel that all the eyes of the establishment were on me. I went to one of the tables and sat down. Picked up a menu and after casually glancing at it (I had no intention of actually ordering any food, my appetite was of a different nature), slowly started peering above the menu to survey the talent. There were multiple poles and girls were taking turns going from pole to pole. The rest of the girls were congregated near the center sitting near the tables and chairs there, talking amongst themselves. I started scanning with my eyes, trying to find a girl that caught my interest. Almost all of them were quite attractive Latinas, I was simply trying to find the one that piqued my interest the most. My eyes fixated on a tall Cuban woman who was sitting with another girl on a table close to me. (Almost all of them are Cuban there as you will find out). Her back was to me and I couldn't properly see her body so I walked up and pretended to walk past her to another area. Then I turned around and slyly checked out the front of her body and face as I walked back. I decided to initiate. I greeted her and asked if she would like to come sit with me at my table. She agreed and we both sat down and chatted together in my broken Spanish, and with the help of google translate as well. She was a pleasant lady and seemed eager to engage with a client. I also realized when she stood up that she was a good 6 foot tall. I had never experienced an Amazonian type woman before, and was eager to physically experience this fantasy. Her complexion was pale, and her features elegant and stately. We then walked over to the back and I told her I wanted one dance (which is $20). She was very cordial and did not try to upsell me or anything. She started dancing on me. She was dancing with her front toward me, and halfway through I motioned for her to turn around so I could survey the rest of her body as well. My fingers fondled and grasped at her pale flesh and buttocks, feeling the soft and buttery skin. Of course, she also reeked of the 'house perfume' that all the dancers are required to wear. It was not bad, but just a bit too artificial for my taste. Soon the dance finished, and I, having had my fill of my 'Amazonian fantasy', decided to end the interaction and opted not to get a second dance. She hid her disappointment and cheerfully accepted the payment for the one dance and we parted ways. Having a six foot woman sit on you and dance on you, you realize how heavy and massive a girl like that can be. It was an interesting experience and I had a fantasy checked off my list. I got up and walked back to the doors to make my exit. As I did I caught the glimpse of the rest of the horde of dancers sitting together, chatting amongst themselves, seemingly not bothered by the lack of business they were getting at that time. I greedily eyed a few, making a note to come by another time.