Another Slow Night

I went back to Sapphires around nine thirty and there were only a few other guys there than myself. One of the guys had two girls sitting with him, and they didn't leave him the whole time I was there, so I figured he was a regular. They were okay looking, a little thicker than I like, and I don't think I would have gotten dances with them anyway. The bartender was the same girl, early twenties, and she was still the most attractive woman there. I was tempted to ask her for a dance.

Again, the stage was pretty inactive because there weren't many customers. Probably around ten thirty was when they started rotating the girls through. I went to sit at the stage once or twice, but they weren't very enthusiastic because of how slow it was. A whole lot of swaying and walking around. I'm not a huge stage person, but it's a bit of a mood killer when the dancers up there don't look excited.

I chatted with this one stripper for a while. Her name was Rose and she had a nice body and a decent face. She was surprisingly touchy, but she pretty much kept her hands to my thighs and arms. A lot of footsie at the bar. I did buy her a few drinks. We went into a room and did fifteen minutes for one hundred fifty dollars. The dance was good, I could tell she liked to move and grind, but she told me the place was really strict about touching the sensitive areas. It was a good grind, but that was about it. After we finished, we played a round of pool before she disappeared into the dressing room.

This is my third time going on a weekday, and while it was a decent time, I'm almost positive that there isn't anything extra being offered. At least not to me and what I'm looking to spend. There was only one bouncer that night, but there was a hostess who was always watching the cameras. I might try a Friday or Saturday and see if there is a better selection of girls, but I think that might be my last swing at this place. Tons of dips and potholes in the parking lot, so watch out for that. And I've seen squad cars hanging around the roads nearby on my drive home, waiting for people to pull over.