Hot SoCal girl

I'm a decisive monger. I saw a hot dancer with long black hair and a lacy thong and I asked for a dance. She listed her prices -- 1 for $30, 2 for bla bla. I didn't care. I had $200 on me and wanted to spend it all on her. It was dark so I could barely see her face. I normally wear glasses but that night I wasn't. But she had the body type I liked. Tall, but not too tall, natural body, and most importantly, hips. Good, wide hips for dancing.

She took me to the back of the club where the chairs were. We were the only ones there. The crowd at Centerfolds looks mostly blue-collar. There were couples and single men dotted around the club twiddling their thumbs. She sat me down in the chair and the new Playboi Carti song played. She was from Southern California, she said. Near Riverside, not San Diego, or LA. She danced.

She got impatient after a while and asked for the money bashfully. I slipped it in her lace panties. Two more dances, I said. I slipped another 50 in her panties.