Rubbing the wrong way

A blonde spent a fair amount of time rubbing my back. A brunette spent a fair amount of time rubbing the outside of my thigh. That's kind of how it went one afternoon at Risque, which is to say ... not good enough.

I had the opportunity to check out the day shift, something I hadn't been able to do in while. Ignoring the one who wasn't aging well, they mostly looked good. The blonde was pretty, shapely and natural. Nice even. The brunette could be described similarly. Both were 30s or more (probably more) but carried it well. There were a couple Latinas with nice faces and nice tits. Not young, but not old. Subtract a couple of points for reconstructed asses, I say. One AA. One curly brunette. Another blonde. All nice looking. None young.

Dances in the group room are $20 a song and can be a great value with the right girl. I didn't pull the trigger on any this afternoon. I just wasn't feeling it. I probably would have felt it had either the back rubber or the thigh rubber selected a more strategic target for their barside massages. That didn't happen. So nothing did. Certainly not the upstairs VIP which runs $220 ($200 for the room/time, $20 to tip the guy so he doesn't interrupt - plus tip for her if you don't want a lame dance).