I'm on a road trip of the American West. I stopped in a strip club in Nevada. I met a really hot girl who explained my options for lap dances in the VIP area. There was a surprising number of packages available: one dance for $30, three dances for $100, fifteen minutes for $150, thirty minutes for $260, an hour for $520. Yes, btw, you read that correctly - they were offering one dance for $30 or three for $100!
Being an economist, I had timed the songs playing in the club, finding an average length of 3 minutes 27 seconds. So three songs would be about 10 minutes. The girl was really hot and every other strip club in town sucked, so I signed up for three songs.
We entered the little VIP room during a song. I asked her to wait for the next full song to start. She said "OK or we can start now." Next song, I told her.
She sat on my lap, facing away from me, and bounced up and down while she texted her niece. Then she counted her money. She kept insisting that there was $5 missing. She spent 30 seconds looking for it. Ironically, this would cost me $5.
We spent much of the second song arguing about whether it was our first or our second. Then the bouncer entered our little room to say that the next song was our last. This was getting less and less romantic.
She spent the third song trying to shove my cock into her pussy through four layers of clothing. I appreciate the effort, I guess, but I can't imagine how that's supposed to be pleasurable.
I was considering working out my frustrations at a brothel, which are legal in Nevada, you know. It's a bit of a waste of money for me to visit an escort because I never want FS. Just some lap dance, a massage, and a little love for my little friend. I figured that would cost $300.
I was reading brothel reviews. One guy said that U.S. escorts almost always give terrible value for the dollar. Then I thought about my experiences in Montreal.
Long story short, I'm driving to Vancouver.
Being an economist, I had timed the songs playing in the club, finding an average length of 3 minutes 27 seconds. So three songs would be about 10 minutes. The girl was really hot and every other strip club in town sucked, so I signed up for three songs.
We entered the little VIP room during a song. I asked her to wait for the next full song to start. She said "OK or we can start now." Next song, I told her.
She sat on my lap, facing away from me, and bounced up and down while she texted her niece. Then she counted her money. She kept insisting that there was $5 missing. She spent 30 seconds looking for it. Ironically, this would cost me $5.
We spent much of the second song arguing about whether it was our first or our second. Then the bouncer entered our little room to say that the next song was our last. This was getting less and less romantic.
She spent the third song trying to shove my cock into her pussy through four layers of clothing. I appreciate the effort, I guess, but I can't imagine how that's supposed to be pleasurable.
I was considering working out my frustrations at a brothel, which are legal in Nevada, you know. It's a bit of a waste of money for me to visit an escort because I never want FS. Just some lap dance, a massage, and a little love for my little friend. I figured that would cost $300.
I was reading brothel reviews. One guy said that U.S. escorts almost always give terrible value for the dollar. Then I thought about my experiences in Montreal.
Long story short, I'm driving to Vancouver.
