In one of those "what the...

In one of those "what the hell am I doing?" moments, I somehow found myself in this club one evening and then again the next afternoon. The main thing going for it is the location - it is downtown, near the hotels. From the outside, it look pretty scary, and things don't get much better once you get in. I sat at the bar for about 20 minutes, pretty much ignored by everyone, including the bartender, even though there were only two other customers! Finally, a somewhat ditzy dancer came over and made forced conversation for about 20 minutes before finally suggesting a dance. The dance was fairly hands-on but somewhat mechanical.

So for whatever reason, I go back at lunch the next day. A reasonably attractive MILF sits next to my and makes small talk. Unlike the prior night's company, she was fun and easy to talk with. After our extended chat, we went off for a dance. She told me the rules from the start, which always helps -- my hands could wander everywhere but inside the pussy. We had a very enjoyable few dances and then it was time to go. She said she would give me her number when I returned, but unfortunately I had to fly home and I have no immediate plans for a return trip to Motown.