While there were a number of attractive dancers working, I was smitten with one. I’m sure she said her name, but, well, I was distracted. She was gorgeous overall; nice almost certainly fake tits but not obscenely overdone. Moreover, she was smart. A nerd who would take off her clothes. As I said, I was smitten.
So, I got a couple of dances. It was a little odd in that the dance areas were upstairs, but there was nobody from the club to pay the fee to get private-ish dances. It was actually almost completely empty, but the first dance was all air and, well, not a lot of dancing. Maybe she was warming up. Second dance was exactly the same. There’s “no contact” and then there’s absolutely no contact, and this was the latter.
After three dances, I stopped. I was still smitten. I thought about paying the club a ridiculous amount for a room with her, but I’m pretty sure the dances would have been the same.
