stopped by the Rogue on a...

stopped by the Rogue on a Friday afternoon. At 1:30pm the place was alive. Eight dancers at least; both stages in use; lots of energy. The women were average for the Rogue.

I took my drink over to the side stage and put it on the rail next to my elbow. The dancer slid it in front of me and proceeded to put a leg on the rail on each side of me, and then she raised her ass up until her pussy was inches from my face. After I tipped her, she got on her knees and pushed her tits together, inches from my face. No contact at all between me and her, but she was so damn close it hardly mattered. Flavor was her name.

On the main stage a dancer was doing gymnastics moves, some of which exposed her pussy as much as is humanly possible. Her name: Cialis. Now that's a good name for a dancer.