Part 26: Indianapolis

I woke up around noon, hungover and hungry. I had a stack of Chick-fil-A cards in my rig offering free grilled nuggets, so I decided to save some cash and drive down Washington Street to the Chick-fil-A in Avon. I had never been to a Chick-fil-A before and don’t even really like chicken, but the nuggets I had were very good. The quality of the food definitely separates Chick-fil-A from other fast food chains like McDonald’s and Subway.

On my way back east down Washington, I stopped back into Dancers Show Club to sample the day shift. There were seven dancers working and maybe only one or two other customers at 2pm in the afternoon. Most of the dancers had visible signs of childbirth, which is a big turnoff for me. I was still a little hungry after my free lunch, so I ordered a Philly cheese steak and drank a beer. I got a couple good lap dances from the one dancer that was not wrecked by having a kid, and then decided to go back to the Crowne Plaza.

After checking my emails and showering, I drove over to Fountain Square to meet Don. We had arranged to meet at a restaurant I frequent in Indianapolis called B’s Po Boy. They serve New Orleans-style sandwiches and food. Don and I discussed plans for our overseas trip in three weeks. I showed him some items he would need to buy before the trip, and we completed some hotel and transportation reservations. When we were through, Don invited me to go to a minor league hockey game in Indianapolis. I did not even know Indy had a hockey team. I declined because I thought watching a hockey game would have been boring.

I decided to hit the Pendleton Pike to check out Harem House. There was only one dancer working, Ariel. She was in her thirties and looked rough. She told me she just had a baby a month ago and used to drive a truck before becoming a stripper. There also appeared to be a black stripper in street clothes, but she was drunk and mumbling at the bar. I decided to leave the dead club and head over to its sister club down the street to Babes.

I decided to stop at Thornton’s on the way to use their ATM. There were aggressive panhandlers harassing every customer who exited the mini mart. I waited until another customer left, a distraction for the beggars, and ran like hell back to my vehicle. After I got in, they started rushing toward me, hoping I’d give them something as I was backing out of my parking space.

Babes Showgirls was more lively than its sister club, and there were a couple diamonds in the rough worth pursuing. I got ten private dances from a 23 year old dancer named Ana. She is a petite brunette with glasses. The grinding was good, and at one point she kicked it into high gear, rapidly banging her clit into my dick for five or six minutes straight. She shook for awhile and claimed to have had an orgasm. If it was an act, she had me fooled. Around midnight she went outside for a smoke and upon returning went over to an old guy who must be her regular. For the next forty minutes, she sat at the bar talking to the geriatric. Whatever. I slipped out and headed back to the Crowne Plaza.

I thought about washing up and heading back to Dancers Show Club for an encore, but I ended up turning on the television and passing out on the bed.

Lucas Oil Stadium, just south of downtown Indianapolis.