If you died and went to...

If you died and went to heaven, I'm sure it would look something like the Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas at about midnight on any given night. I showed up on a Thursday night at 9. Plenty of parking in the mall parking lot just outside. Friendly tuxedoed doorman checked my ID. Young woman with firm breasts about to jump out of a tight, low-cut t-shirt says "30 dollars."

I pay and walk down the hallway, way down the hallyway to the mens room at the end of the club -- passing very good-looking, scantily-clad young women, many of whom pressed themselves against me as I kept moving. Out of the bathroom, I took a position across from the dj booth, watching the floorshow, examining the premises: very nice place, furniture, lighting, almost elegant except for all the sleaze.

A young woman in bra and panties takes a position beside me and inquires where I'm from. Then, she insists that I take a closer look at her panties. She practically forces me onto my knees and then I take a look: her panties say "I ate sushi in Crested Butte." She laughs and says "let me know when you want a dance." Next up, a young blonde with near perfect breasts just hanging perfectly out of a brilliant green bikini top, smiles and offers a dance. I tell her maybe later and she smiles and moves on. About a minute later, a very foxy young woman with long black hair and the epitome of athletic body stands beside me. "My name's Tempest, what's yours?" she says, at the same time, brushing her right breast against my arm and then pivoting and brushing her left breast against my arm. Before I can answer, she has her knee on Mister Johnson, gently moving Him back and forth. Before I know it, one hundred dollars has come out of my pocket and we're back in a private area, enjoying and I do mean ENJOYING 3 dances, if that's what you want to call it.

On my out, I noticed dozens of very attractive young women positioned along the hallway from the entrance, all ready to pounce on the men who were just entering. What a club!