MY Thanks Giving to Mr. Penguin

Emerging from a post-Thanksgiving food coma. Planning to waddle to work tonight and see if there will be any fat turkeys looking for a quality entertainment. I got a new pair of black fishnet stockings, you turkeys, so come over to my club tonight!

I got kind of spoiled a bit lately: two of my work comrades and myself managed to catch us some serious goose in murky waters of our club. We call him Penguin. Big shot in some bank, this guy lives far away form our city and comes here only every couple of weeks. But when he does come- does he spend money! Little elderly dude, looking like a perfect country bumpkin, this guys likes us three to get all dress up and doll up, and meet him in one of the fanciest restaurants, where we eat and drink like we haven't eaten or drunk in weeks. I guess he like to be seen in the company of three blondies... After we are done eating and drinking, we take him for his dose of our strippers' magic, after which we receive our bulging envelope and go home. Our goose spend upwards of $6000 on his nights out with us. Last week he partied with us three nights. Each of us made pretty serious $$$, while partying, eating and drinking... God Bless you, Mr.Penguin. I mean it! Can't wait for your next visit...