Over in Akron yesterday decided to put stop at Gatsbys mid afternoon. Not incredibly busy. Ivy real name Brianna came over after I threw back a couple beers, she's a pretty decent conversationalist as we talked about cars for 30 minutes or so. Teeth a little messed up but a good body. If not for the teeth she'd be an 8/10 IMO. Got like 5 or 6 excellent barside dances from her. I mean she knows how to work it. When little chico wasn't so little anymore she got pretty excited, new exactly where to work it with her ass and legs. One of the few times I probably woulda busted in my pants if I didn't end the session. We chatted for a while, she has a bf and does not do extras in the club and stated that does not hook up OTC. Tried to swindle a ph number or snap, I don't know seemed to be on the verge but still no joy for me. Kiss and hug, off she went. $10/ song threw her $60 and she seemed happy.
Then it gets surreal.
A thin little brunette comes over after I toss back a few more beers. Says "heyyyy you lost a lot of weight. You look great! Tried to call you a few weeks ago for lunch. " I'm thinking she's either fucking with me or high, or I legit have a chubbier chico doppelgänger out there. So I kinda play along for a minute. She grabs my hand and says let's go. Off to the VIP, she undresses and starts the grind session. Great little body, just a handful of titties, and face is cute too. She starts talking about her sister or something but I'm zoned out the convo because of dance. She starts stroking over the pants and asked when I was going to take it out. Who am I to not oblige? This girl pulls her bottoms aside and slides right on leans back and goes to town. BBCIP and man it was good and she seemed happy with the outcome. Walking out of the VIP I ask her how much for the session, she says "why are you even asking? 200. " I offer 150 and I can tell she's annoyed by that, says "you always do 200. What's up with you?" I'm in too deep (in more ways than one haha) to go back now so I give her 200 finish my beer and call it a night. Part of me feels bad about the whole thing. Part of thinks maybe that's her hustle. Who knows.
