A Not-So-Bad Time for my Dime

After many years of touring the more prominent clubs in the area I've taken it upon myself to branch out to the smaller clubs to find talent. For a long time I swore against Bandaids. I thought of it as a bottom-tier club with higher mileage overweight women that weren't worth my time. Turns out that, in all cases, looks and mileage may vary.

After getting bored of Hi Liter, I rolled over to the nearby dance club Bandaids on a Saturday afternoon. Smaller club with adequate parking. After a quick ID check and patdown from the bouncer I walked my way through the main bar room, past the bathrooms on the right, into a farther room with a stage, DJ booth and VIP section along a back wall. Hip hop was playing and the girls liked to be a mix of races. Some were indeed overweight as I remember, but there were a couple of 7s as well.

I could of heavier girls jumped down on me within moments of me taking a seat. I politely declined. One girl was stubborn. Bad breath. Told her NO. Some just need to hear 'no' a few times to get the message, I guess.