Wednesday at the Rock was a...

Wednesday at the Rock was a slow night. I guess there may have been about a dozen dancers and they have lost a lot of the Euro's, and longer-tenured talent.

The bartenders and waitresses were cool. The DJ played the same old crappy music and it seemed as though the dancers were perfunctorily performing their mindless routines of circling the pole, stretching on the floor and rubbing their double covered pantyhosed crotches in an attempt at simulated stimulation. Just like this prose, I yawned and drank several beers while watching college baseball on the plasma screen TV's.

I had dances with MaryJane (a new face)who is energetic, petite and could be your hostess at the Baker's Square Restaurant. I felt kinda dirty watching that little ass bouncing up and down on Mr. Johnson; but what's a guy to do on HUMP DAY? Followed these up with some great sensuous and erotic dances from KELSEY. She looks like she lost some-of-dat-ass and the smile still kills, The tits were soft, she smelled great and because it was not so busy, we had some great conversations.