Stephanie at the Coliseum
[QUOTE=TullyBlanchard;2178885]Is this her on the right?[/QUOTE]No, that is a different girl. I did see the one in the pic too. Very hot too! The Stephanie I was asking about works on that same Tuesday night shift. I just didn't have time to stick around and find out any details on the menu. The one I was asking about didn't have the extra equipment. I'd say a small see cup? Longer blond hair, blue eyes.
BTs Friday Night 8/8/2014
After a previous bad experience, I said it would be a long time before I set foot in here again. And it has been. At least two weeks. Maybe three. I get there about 8:30 or so and start looking for a table on the stair-side of the stage. Nada. Not one. Every table has one guy sitting at it. The booths are open but I don't like to pay for those. (Cheap bastuhd that I am.) So I end up at a table on the bar side. Not my preferred seating area.
I'm almost immediately beset upon by a tallish, nice-looking, light brown-haired MILF-ish type named Michelle. She's also got a prominent, colorful tattoo on the front of her right thigh. I haven't seen her here before but I think she's something of an on-again, off-again regular. Apparently, she's also danced at a lot of the other Detroit clubs, Toy Chest, Penthouse, and FC.
The waitress swings by and I order a drink; she orders a Long Island Ice Tea. During our conversation, she's doing the Henry's handshake thing pretty seriously. She orders a second L. I. I. T without so much as a glance my way. Naturally, I have to pay for than one, too. She also pulls out her cell phone, does God-knows-what, all the while keeping the Henry's handshake thing going. At one point, she even takes a call.
The topic of dances finally comes up. She keeps telling me how "sensual" her dances are. I ask about her menu and she uses the word "sensual" again. I ask about FS and she tells me how "sensual" her dances are. OK, how much? She starts at $$. I counter with either $ or $. 2, I don't remember which. She counters at $. 5 which in dancer-ese actually means $. 6 because she's assuming (or hoping) I don't have a ten. $. 5's a bit higher than I'd normally pay, but OK.
So off we ago to the VIP. The bouncer shows us to one of those small rooms on the corridor off the main hall. God, I hate those rooms. They're small and cold. She strips down to nothing and begins her "sensual" dance. An OK warm-up, a little bit of nipple-sucking, but no DFK. Then she drops down and begins to undo my belt. Her BJ skills were actually quite good, DT and some licking with no teeth. I also did some FIV and her snatch was noticeably wet.
Then she wants to move on to the main event. But she doesn't have a condom. I've been around the block enough times to know to bring my own. But by the time I get it out of my pants pocket (which is now down around my ankles) and suited up, I've lost it a bit. I get it on and she does a few more strokes to re-gain his attention, then we switch to K9. I notice a 60's-ish peace sign tattooed on her lower back. I can't help but wonder if she gets the visual joke of my getting a "piece" while looking at her peace-sign tattoo. Probably not.
I'm drilling her pretty good and she's vocal, though certainly not like Serena is. At one point, I slow down a bit and she asks me if I've come yet. No, I haven't, so I pick up the pace a bit. Finally, I do and then pull out. And she starts angling for a tip. Angling pretty hard, in fact. She mentions it several times while I'm pulling up my jockey shorts and pants. So I pull out my wallet and carefully count out seven 20's and that 10 I've been saving for moments just such as this. Sorry, babe. You drank your tip.