Part 2: New Orleans

After running a few errands, I got in a good evening of clubbing in. I started hitting up the Bourbon Street establishments at 8:00pm. Since I have been to almost every strip club in New Orleans, I targeted the couple I never went to as my objectives for this first night.

I first went to Babe's. I was skeptical going in due to the minimal Rue Bourbon crowd. The hawker at door told me he got kicked out of the Navy for fucking a stripper in Darwin, Australia. He promised me there were hot bitches inside. There were five girls working. All of them were fuckable. I got some dances from a brown-eyed, hot ass 25-26 year old. Fake tits, a body to die for. This was her first night at this club, which turned out good for me. She actually undercharged me for dances, $20 instead of $30, because she did not know the price structure. $20 for full contact, I have never had such a good deal in this tourist trap town. We took a break from the lapdances and she sat down with me. Then seconds later she got up to talk to some dud at the bar who shops at the Dollar Tree. This is the shit I don't understand about strippers. They are there to make money but spend their shift texting or sitting with customers that don't spend a nickel. I was the only guy buying lapdances in the club and had been given the cold shoulder. I bailed.

I went to Scores next. This club was fairly empty too. All dancers were in their lower twenties. I sat through one rotation to see my options. Once again, I was the only person spending money in this club. The difference here was that the girls were more eager to please than at my previous stop. Dances were $40 but almost worth it. For example, my hand was guided to pet one dancer's kittie during the dance and another bit my cock through my pants. There was one dancer that looked like she just graduated high school. You could tell she was still learning the ropes and was shy to take dollars in her g-string. I wondered what it would be like to take her back for a dance, but my spidey senses told me there would be too much air. Hundreds of dollars lighter, I left to have some beers at a quarter of the strip club price at a normal bar. My perception is that the number of dancers in town is low in the summer, but so is the number of tourists. The market is pretty well balanced for hurricane season.

The parties started to die about 2am or 2:30am, early if you ask me. By this time streetwalkers were descending upon Bourbon Street looking for a john. All were black and surprisingly young. Not my cup of tea.