Sunday Afternoon & Evening near the End of the NFL season

I visited La Pearl and the Outer Space Club on a Sunday afternoon near the end of the NFL season. I arrived about 4 pm when there were three dancers standing around the bar downstairs: “Barbie”. “Eve”, and a moderate height spinner with nice curves. All of them were prettier than the average LP/OSC dancer: nice hair, pleasant makeup, beautiful eyelashes, and nicely dressed. Unfortunately, none of them were interested in providing the special services that LP/OSC dancers are known for, so I limited my dances to two each.

About 4:30 a fourth dancer started wandering in and out the front door several times before she was "dressed" and ready to entertain. The only way to describe her is “she looked like an overgrown fire-hydrant”: short and stocky with two horizontal bands around her body at the right places. She was wearing nothing more than an oversized linen t-shirt (think of a man’s sleeveless undershirt). I was sitting by the round table in front of the window, when she insisted that I move to the last chair in front of the bar. She backed up between my knees, grabbed my hand and put it on her butt. GOD SHE WAS COLD!!. Her ass had to be 20 degrees colder than her shoulders. I asked her where she had been, and she replied, “Across the street at the deli.” I asked, “Did you wear anything while you were racing across Hannaford Ave,?” Answer: “Only my coat and my shoes. I have enough flesh on my butt that I don’t feel it.” I let her dance in front of me for three songs while I massaged her big butt and tits until they were warm. And even though she bent over numerous times, her thighs were so thick that it was hard to insert a finger or a hand between her legs. (She danced for me again later in the night upstairs, before she took to the stage at 7 o’clock and put on a show spinning around the pole and laying down on the stage floor with her feet high in the air.

When “Butter” – that’s the stage-name of this fireplug – left me, “Casino” stepped up to the last chair, bent over, and pulled the crotch trap from her one-piece leatherette bodysuit to the side. She was easier to tickle her between the legs

Upstairs after 7:30, the DJ turned off the house lights and turned on a strobe that sent red, green and blue lights dancing off the long mirror behind the bench. Two Super-BBWs took to the stage, and started dancing independently before they started rolling around on the floor together. From time to time they would stand up, step off the stage, and come to one of the guys sitting on the long bench. One of them – the bigger one – stepped up to me, grabbed my hands and encouraged me to lift her breasts with the palms of my hands. GOD WERE THEY HEAVY!! Together they must have weighed more than 15 pounds – more than three bags of flour. I would have hated walking around town all day with all that weight pulling me forward.