Not doing that again

Creve Coeur, IL. Saturday night. Right across the river from Peoria. Area seems safe to me. Right behind a gas station. Plenty of parking. Walk in. Nice guy upfront. Cover is $10, vets free. Walk on in. Well lit club, a lot of wood paneling. On the right you have the bar, dead ahead is one stage, one girl up at a time. Left is the dance community area. Lap dances are $25 a song. There's also VIP I think was $175 or $180 for 15 minutes. UHM possible. Customers looked like mostly white guys of various ages. It's facility is pretty nice.

Dancers. Not the greatest lineup I thought. Looked like black and white. Most girls looked 20's or 30's. Some fake stuff. About a dozen girls. Thin to chunky.

One blonde girl with glasses had big boobs. She said she promised good mileage if I did $30 for a lapdance instead of $25. I just said yeah fuck it. We get back there, nobody else in the room. Great two way, I start sucking on here boobs. She let me know to be careful because she was pregant. I'm like alright. But I think like a cork I swallowed like dried breast milk on her nipple and must've sprang a breast milk spring, drinking some unknowingly because later when I was driving from the club I burped it and I was like Oh WTF...WTF is that!?!?!. It tasted like shit and got out of my car to vomit. I was vomiting outside of Dixie Rose. Live by the sword, die by the sword.