Back in Boston for the first...

Back in Boston for the first time in many years. Back then the strip clubs were real dives and there was no mileage to be had as far as I can recall. This time I visited the glass slipper and its a nice little bar with a nice stage and some elevated table booths. The girl on stage when i arrived was doing some amazing acrobatics on the pole and giving a nice look at her pussy by sitting and lifting her legs straight up in the air. Very flexible and sexy. There was a mix of white girls, some perhaps from European countries, black girls and at least one Brazilian, but she was getting a bit older. Most of the girls were slim and sexy. One sexy sister approached me in a very friendly manner while i was at the bar. She told me she was a pervert and gave me some nice feels of her sexy body while she pressed against me. I was sold and bought her a $30 drink and we went to sit at a booth. She was extremely friendly, and I got full gropes of her boobs, nipples and ass while sitting at the booth. Plus she let me play with her coochie. This was a great investment so far. So we went for the $25 lap dance and things progressed just fine. Plenty of two way groping even though i was right in front of the bouncer and the sign that said no touching. The lap dance area provides no privacy at all, and thats the worst part of the club in my opinion. Nevertheless, folks seemed to enjoy themselves. My girl started recommending the $200 VIP and I was considering it as we left the lap dance area. But then she saw a female customer who had been kissing another female in the club while we were in the booth. My dancer girl had told me she likes girls (and men), so I heard her telling the female customer how hot she (the customer) was. I stupidly kept walking back to the booth, without my dancer girl. I never saw her again that night, and I assume she took the female customer and her boyfriend to the VIP. My loss. I took some other girls for some lap dances, with less than satisfying results, all the while hoping my girl would reappear, but no luck. If I ever get back to Boston, I'm going to be looking for this girl whose name I'll keep to myself. But if you find her, you'll know it and enjoy.