I was in Denver for a...

I was in Denver for a conference and hit the conveniently located La Boheme around 11 on a Saturday night. The girl at the door was lovely. Although they had a sign about no longer honoring free passes, she let me in with my conference badge, because I had read the TUSCL letter that badges got you in free. I tipped her the $10 I saved. Once inside, the servers were nice, contrary to another TUSCL letter. Mine even fetched me free water twice and started walking away each time before I called her back to tip her. Of course my glass of wine was an ungodly $14. As for dancers, I had my all-time most realistic GFE. Natalie for looks is as good as I've seen in a club: Very good-looking face, absolutely perfect body. Maybe her boobs were a tiny bit bigger than my ideal of average size, but, God, they were lovely and perfectly shaped. I am certain that they would have been perfect to the touch, which you will discover I was not permitted to do. From behind Natalie is an angel. LB as a club apparently doesn't allow touching of sensitive areas, although I'm no expert on the club as a whole, because I hardly took my eyes off Natalie all night. When we went to the lap dance area, I encouraged Natalie simply to grab my hands if they got in the wrong place, and it was crystal clear before we started that boobs and pussy were off limits. Natalie took that a little farther; although her stockings didn't reach far above her knee, she responded rapidly and sternly if my hands ever got above them. Natalie was most like a new girlfriend, in that you never really know how far you can go. She would put her breasts right in your face, touching the side of it, but somehow you knew you'd better not stick out your tongue or even move your head sideways, for example. Her signature move was facing away and standing above you with her utterly perfect, curvy, young woman's ass about a half inch in front of your face as she sexily gyrated. In the middle of our eighth dance, I succumbed and lightly kissed her lovely left ass cheek. It was as if I'd raped her. She halted the dance immediately, and she said something I couldn't understand about how she couldn't go outside?? I thought maybe she was threatening to have me kicked out. I apologized and paid up fully for the dances, which had been well worth it. Frankly, if I ever exercised the kind of restraint with a dancer in Dallas, Tampa, or New Orleans, that I did with Natalie in Denver, I swear the dancer would have thought I was extremely shy or gay. Anyway, Natalie left to dance on stage, and I wondered how pissed she was. I soon found out. She came right back to me after her stint on stage, where at least 5 guys were trying hard to get her attention. She crooked her finger, had me follow her to the lap dance area, and gave me the hottest dances imaginable for being limited to one-way touching. She expressed tender sentiments to me, and, I have to say, she was not only the hottest girl at La Boheme, she is the best I've had in many years of experience at strip clubs. She taught me once again a lesson I should know well by now: I will never understand women. As for the club: I guess one thing nice about restrictive touching is that the quality of girl who dances in such a club will go up. In a high mileage club, you will rarely or possibly never find a girl as perfect in looks and personality as Natalie.