So, Emily, I ventured to my local club last Sunday evening just to check it out on a night I had never went in before. Let me tell you...it was super sucky city in there. The dj was the only redeeming part of the night, seeing as how he was playing some pretty cool cuts which I had not heard in there prior to that occasion. (Turns out he was a new dj at the club--I hope the regular dj has been fired
I didn't know any of the dancers working that night even though I heard from other customers that they had been working there for a long while--mostly as day-shifters. And although I don't like to rate women, I must say that they were a cut or two below my expectation of what strippers should look like. The manager was also the dayshift manager....Figures. Anyway, none of my dozen or so hotties came in to work because yah, they all worked the night before (which was Saturday night). How do I know this? Because I was there too--stumbling out of the doors at closing time at around 5:30 in the AM.
I didn't buy any dances although I was being hounded left and right...slim pickens (may God bless his soul) all around. The only cash I spent was to get boozed up pretty hard at the bar.
Oh, and, there's one correction I need to make: The real redeeming part of that disastrous evening was actually this hottie stripper, who incidentally also belongs to my dozen hottie list, was working behind the bar that evening as a bartender-in-training. She's a hot tall brunette with great cheek bones, a superb body, and a D cup that I once swore were real until she told me they were fake. Not a mark on those babies to give them away. She treated me like a VIP at the bar giving me a big hug and a kiss when I got there as the other schmucks sitting around the rectangle gawked at us. This was followed by very frequent kisses as the night wore on. So I ended up getting pretty fucked up buying drinks and finishing them. So what! I had to tell her how to make my drinks and so what! She had these frequent mini-conferences with the real bartender every time a customer asked for a drink. But alas, she was out of commission as far as private dancing went that evening.
Last time I go in on a Sunday night. Now the only other night that remains to be checked out on my list is the dreaded Monday night.



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