Old habits die hard, so I do a quick scan and count.
There are ten women in total. A whole rainbow of skin and hair color. What they have in common isthat none of them are wearing much, if anything.
I count six thongs and two bikini tops between the ten of them.
So much nakedness. t**s and ass and luscious lips, all gyrating and whispering sweet temptations intothe ears of the roaring, drunken men.
They’re all champing at the bit to get their hands on the women.
It doesn’t do a f*****g thing for me.
Even when one of them catches sight of me entering through the glass doors.
She’s a blonde bombshell in a neon green thong. When she sees me, her eyes light up like the Fourthof July.
She throws me a wink as she grinds on Dante’s lap, but I turn away with a scowl and head for the bar.
