Spent a few hours at Mustangs...

Spent a few hours at Mustangs Friday night. The dancers that evening were average -- cute enough; nice enough bodies. Unfortunately, the hottest of all was Shawn, the waitress, who I hear retired from dancing a couple of weeks ago. Too bad for us!

Within minutes of settling at a table, a dancer (Persuasion?) asked me if I wanted a wall dance. I said maybe later, and she stood next to my table for a couple of minutes, looking away. I asked if she wanted to sit, and she did, with her back mostly to me. I tried to make conversation with her, but got no where. Soon she wandered off. As the evening went on, she gave more wall dances than any other dancer, and I was at a loss to figure out why, given how bad her interaction with me was. At the end I got a dance from her to see if I was missing something. I wasn't. The dance was average at best. I never understood how she was getting so many guys to buy dances.

A very petite dancer (Candy?) sat with me next, and we had a decent conversation. But then Lolipop started dancing, and I got very interested. When she finished, and Candy had moved on, I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She said she had to take care of something and would be with me right away. Twenty minutes later she pulls up a seat. I learn that she's an experienced dancer, having danced at Bazz and Crue and other local joints, plus for a week on The Block in Baltimore. I figure someone who's danced on The Block ought to give a good wall dance. Wrong. It was average, and she pushed her ass so hard on me so hard I thought she was going to break a certain part off of my body.