I Was There for the Food

I was surprised that Monday at 1:30 there was a decent population of girls.

I parked my car well past the sign that says, “VIP Parking $5.” Maybe 30 cars in the lot, so I was encouraged that there might be some fun to be had. The doorman watched me park my car and walk to the entrance. I said hello and he grunted the most articulate word he spoke. Still have no idea what he said. Dude was hating life. I opened the door and approached the unmanned cash register. Stopped and raised my arms allowing him to wand me. No pat down. No ID check. No cover.

The room was modestly dark, so it took a bit of time for my eyes to adjust. There were about 12 PLs and 14 girls. The breakdown was maybe five AA, four Latina, and the rest White or mixed. Looks wise they were either skinny, thick, or fat. None of the girls were athletic or what I define as “trim.” The skinny girls definitely needed better diets or at least a sandwich. None of them seemed to be enhanced. Lots of A and a few B cups, even the fat girls had small boobs, save two AA girls.