Strip Clubs are not my thing. Not anymore, considering the money you have to lay down to have fun. However, Wednesday, I was at Cable Airport to pick up a buddy flying in, (charter). Got a text he was going to be late (Departing Flagstaff.) Needed to kill some time. About 2pm, I went over to the TL to check out the place. It's been 10 years, at least. (I fucked Mercedes Ashley here, back in the day.) Walked in and could not see shit, it was so dark. Had to leave the Ball Cap on a coat hanger, because they don't allow hats in the club. It hasn't changed much. It's clean and kept up, but it's pretty much the same layout. Immediately, while trying to stand and let my eyes adjust, someone takes me by the arm and say, "Here, let me help. It happens to everyone. It's dark." She sits me across the stage, next to the Men's room. She sits with me. I don't remember her name, but I was not interested. From that point and for the next 30 minutes or so, I get hit-up by just about all the others dancers. As I adjusted to the low light, I was impressed to see that a good many were pretty good looking. I was 1 of maybe 5 guys. And, I counted 6 ladies. (I've been tipping the stage and every girl, because I'm not an ass.) At about the 30 minute mark, Ayden hit the stage. Stunning buxom athletic brick-house blonde with DD's, in white lingerie (garter, nylons and lace bra set with medium tall platform heels. She looked straight outta of Playboy.) I tossed a 10 on the stage, and that got her attention. After she completed the performance, she came to sit. She's older, more mature and seasoned in her approach and manners. She knows her shit. I put on the charm, too, and she stays put to talk. We chatted up for a good 10 minutes before she popped the question. I said, "before I leave, for sure!" I explain my need to relax for a bit before I have to get over to the airport to pick up a friend. SO, she indulges me, and we talk for a good 20 more minutes before my TEXT goes off. (ETA 30 minutes). That's the green light to move things to the back. She escorts me to a row of couches, separated by walls, with curtains for privacy. She sits me down and adjusts my hips and legs. The 1st of 3 songs begins, and she begins to immediately open the jeans. At first she blew me BB, but added the cover as I grew. Before the end of the first song, she was up on the couch with me, on her knees, with her head bobbing in my lap. She let me roam and probe all I wanted, and I did. She was wet and inviting. (BTW...I washed my hands before we went back. She knew I was keeping my hygiene up.) About the mid of second song, she re-positions and sits on me. I get great access to the breasts as she grinds me deep. I blow right as the 3rd song begins. She kept grinding the hips until I forced her to stop. We recovered and cleaned up with the pre-postioned tissues in the booth. // I don't do strip clubs. It's not economical. But, I splurged on myself to fuck a DDG woman.