For this weird old guy, a perfect win-win

I've learned that I approach going to strip clubs pretty differently from lots of guys. I'm happy to hang out with a naked or barely-dressed woman and just talk (yes, I love feeling smooth skin, boobies, firm butts, I do), but if I think the conversation is pretty real, and not just some half-baked idea of what a girl thinks guys want to hear, the win-win for me is if the girl feels like she had a good time financially while I was having a real conversation that both of us might remember fondly.

I walked into 2001 Odyssey on a Friday night, and was surprised how tiny it actually is (it took me a moment to realize how many mirrors were giving an impression of space that is not really there). I believe I paid $10 to get in but asked the girl giving out wristbands to put the change from a twenty in her tip jar. Her reaction was sweet.

The bar was immediately on the left, and I walked up and got a bottle of water. I don't remember what I paid, but I think it was $6 or $7. While I was getting my drink my eyes got used to the dark and I realized that I was standing next to a tall brunette named Stella. I immediately liked her chill intelligence (a philosophy major), and I asked her about my options at 2001. She talked about laps (forgive me, I have completely forgotten what she quoted), and the VIP rooms for $250/15 minutes, $500/30 minutes.