Second Verse, Better Than The First

Having been here a few months ago, and sensing that there were, shall we say, possibilities., I stopped by once again in the afternoon. Located right off of Rt. 35, the yard is fenced, so nobody is going to see you coming in. No cover charge, and a beer was $8. Unlike last time, the bartender did not return with the correct change, having tipped herself.

A woman (probably the same one I saw the last time I was there) was set up right by the door, grabbing customers as soon as they walked in. Having learned my lesson from the last visit, I kept going towards the back of the building and didn’t slow down. Last time she tried to tie me down and I wasn’t really interested even after she told me her menu the day’s “specials.”

Once I posted up at the bar I was approached by a petite brunette with tats, probably the same woman I saw the last time. Just like last time, I didn’t get her name. After a few minutes of bar side chatting and her discretely putting her hand in my lap to see if I was interested (I was), she made her pitch. I elected to go for a test drive lap dance first. It was a good dance with lots of grind.