Henry's, Friday Day Shift, 05-29
Attention shoppers: grab a snack and get comfortable. I had every intention of keeping this review short. My talent for rambling proved stronger than my good intentions.
So, I was procrastinating about venturing out yesterday, but eventually decided to get showered and dressed. My initial thought was to head up to Bogart's and hold up a sign with "Lynn" on it, like people do at airports when they're waiting for someone. You know, kind of a subtle clue to let her know that I'd like to see her.
If I couldn't flag Lynn down, I figured Samantha would be an excellent choice, since I had such a positive experience with her before. She's on my to-do list for a repeat visit anyway, so I really couldn't go wrong with either of them.
Getting ready to go is a slow experience for me because I move at the speed of an excited sloth on prescription sedatives. As I'm getting ready, around 4 pm or so, I see a text from Selena saying, "Come up to Henry's, babe." I respond, telling her that I didn't know if I could make it and that I was confused about what had happened the week before. I didn't see a response and continued getting ready.
Eventually, I got myself together, figured I was as pretty as I was going to get, and headed out the door. I'm Downriver, and I take Middlebelt Road all the way down, because it's far better than fighting the traffic and construction on Telegraph Road and Michigan Avenue right now.
Still, Middlebelt Road on a Friday during rush hour is a less than joyous experience in itself. Along the way, there's at least the occasional distraction of watching a plane take off or land. On a side note, while it may sound a bit morbid, whenever I'm driving past the airport, I can't help but think about Flight 255.
Anyway, like I'm sure many of us do, I have a tendency to develop Tourette's syndrome while driving because I don't handle stress well and my patience with other drivers is limited. Outside of that, I'm quite calm and charming.
You're welcome for the traffic report, I consider it a public service.
Well, I decided to stop by Henry's first and when I'm in the parking lot, I get a text from Selena. Her timing couldn't have been more perfect if she'd tried.
After going inside, I noticed that it was dead in there. REALLY dead. It was the slowest Friday I'd seen in recent memory. Not long after I sat down and got a glass of wine, Selena spotted me and came over.
Regarding the situation last week, she apologized and said she didn't mean to be rude. She explained that the guy she'd gone over to after getting off stage was one of her customers. He'd texted her the night before to let her know he was going to be there, and he was on a time limit.
She said he'd gone to the bathroom and texted her that he was there. Why he had to go to the bathroom to text her, I don't know. It seems like an odd circus act, texting with one hand while holding his accessory appendage with the other. She also said she'd told him in the past to give her advance notice and not just spring it on her, but apparently he does it anyway. She was also very straightforward in saying that he pays her A LOT.
I found this to be a perfectly acceptable explanation and appreciated the fact that she was straightforward with me. I didn't ask what the other guy paid her, but money is our friend, so it's understandable that she'd be quite prompt in going to see him.
We talked for a while longer before going to the back. As always, Selena was her wonderful, moist self.
The booth we chose was well lit and, like most guys, I'm very visual and love the view of her ass. We started with a bit of head and BLS, eventually moving into doggie. She felt great, but for some reason, I ran into the same problem again where I just couldn't seem to cum, and obviously, that's very frustrating.
My equipment is working fine, but I just couldn't get over the finish line. Mentally, it's like, "Come on, little camper, you can do it," but my body wasn't cooperating.
Eventually, I asked her to flip over onto her back, and we did missionary for a bit. Still no luck. Thankfully, she hung in there without rushing or complaining, playing with my balls and ass while I jacked myself off. Finally, I came. When I did, she said "yay", which was pretty funny, because I was kinda feeling the same way.
Of course, I recommend seeing Selena. She's a top tier club experience, and you can't go wrong with her.
Additionally, since I know you'll read this, thanks for hanging in there with me, Selena. I appreciate it.