Sometimes a man's got to show extra appreciation

This was an afternoon stop on a warm sunny day. I have the habit of closing one eye as I walk to the door of these clubs, then open it once inside so I can see and avoid stumbling on chairs. Two dancers were sitting outside and they may have thought I was winking at them. It wasn’t much darker than other clubs and the dozen patrons were friendly-looking.

I got my $3 soda and sat at the circular rail. It’s the right height for good interaction with the dancers. First was a lovely brunette with a tasteful collection of tattoos and pierced-nipples topping breasts you could cup in your hand. She was paying personal visits to one other patron and me, but never quite settling all the way down on our laps. She loosened her g-string and offered brief looks, but didn’t take it off. Other patrons and dancers sat at four or five tables and tossed a handful of dollars to each dancer. The next dancer was more spinner than I like so I went over to the video poker machines, I put $1 in and eventually won $15. It looked like there were about seven or eight dancers, all sixes or better, and a mix of mostly white and some Latinas.

As I finished at the machine, a full-breasted redhead had just started dancing to no one at the rail. She had two-handful breasts, all natural, and I overtipped my usual $2 per dance. Sometimes you have to show extra appreciation. She leaned back on me from the rail but never got in my lap, and her bottoms didn’t come off.