Sausage, Egg, and Cheese

My visit was inspired by the sexy Latina who served me my McMuffin that morning. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I had to go someplace where I could lay my hands, and maybe more, on a body like hers. I had been to Jiggles a bunch of times, but not for years. Thanks to this site I knew not much had changed.

For those who’ve never been, Jiggles is up a hill, deep in a residential neighborhood. There is no off street parking, but I’ve never had trouble finding a spot. Nor did I feel leery leaving my car. There is a pool table as you enter, and a long bar along the right hand wall. With a TV at one end and a stage at the other. The place isn’t too dim. Music isn't too loud. The lap dance area is a single easy chair curtained off in the back left corner. It’s a bit too dark in there.

My visit was at dinner time on a Monday. There were two or three other bar flies. And maybe half a dozen dancers. I was pleasantly surprised at the talent on such an off time. I mean, milfy latinas sure, but no one too far past their prime. Especially in a place dive enough for extras to be a sure thing even for a man on a budget. I sat next to a dancer who was by herself away from the action. The bartender was cute and pleasant. I ordered a bottle of Budweiser, because a bartender on the planet Neptune can understand that order and will have it. By the time she got back with my beer and change I was ready to order a beer for my new friend. I broke a second twenty and ended up with plenty enough singles for the manageable dollar parade for the whole visit.