Great day,...and I'm pissed off about it!

I came into town and was able to clear my schedule to have a long, relaxing sesh at BBD. I figured I could go in, do some long-term reconnaissance over the course of the afternoon before dinner. The plan was to first build a roster consisting of girls on the floor as well as on stage, knowing they had several songs to go before becoming available of a LD. As I pulled into the parking lot about 2 PM, it was relatively dead for BDD standards- only about 50 cars! I tooka swig of my Listerine and headed in. I paid my 5 dollar cover and dollar tip and made my way to the right covered seating area where about half the seats were taken. At the oval bar to by left, also about half of the seats were taken. I saw 30-50 girls and about the same number of dudes.

Seeing a few new faces, I fought the urge to make eye contact. I had a plan and I was sticking to it. I ordered my $6.75 club soda ($8 total with tip), and kept up my surveillance. After identifying a few targets, I moved to the far seating area. This new perspective did not add to my roster, so I headed upstairs. There were about 15 girls, with most talking to clients, the others sitting in the highback chairs looking for their targets. There must have been something in the air, as those sitting were not playing on their phones for very long, they were actively approaching men that walked by. I was up there no more than 1 minute before a taller 30ish flat chested blonde PAWG approached me and started talking to me in perfect English. Why do I say this, you ask? I am fluent in Spanish and have a STRONG preference for Cubanitas. My experience and learning has led me to accept they are the best combination of looks and mileage. My knowledge base has been enriched though lots of trial and error, convos with other mongers and dancers, and this venerable publication.

So when C**** started speaking, I almost waived her off by saying "Sorry, I'm waiting on a friend". Today, however, I decided I would play it differently, in no small part because I was intrigued by the dump truck she was hauling. After a couple of minutes of chitchat, I offered her to sit, on me. Graciously, she said that was the best way. We talked about how she flies in twice a month from Nebraska with some GFs to work and her basketball and weightlifting prowess. When she mentioned "babydaddy", I mentally lowered my odds of high-mileage, but then he was now married to someone else! I asked if I could experience her dancing prowess for "a couple of songs", as I needed to get back to my plan and my Cubanitas. She agreed and in song #1 proceeded to do something new to me. Facing away, she wiggled her ass while propping her body with her arms on the armrest right on the tip of Junior, essentially mimicking the moment of entry. MARVELOUS. She didn't slam up and down (I never felt her full weight), but did do long grindy strokes. C**** " went down" on me and warmed up the boys with full contact breathing exercises, followed by a bit of stickshifting and LFK. Nice.