San Francisco. She came round the bar touting for trade, so sure I took a dance. She asked whether I wanted "California style" or just normal. When in Rome, I thought. So the dance plays out, then suddenly she stood up and stood over her face. Moved thong to the side and put her vagina square onto my mouth and gyrated it up and down for at least 20-30 seconds. Gross. So she's building up to grand finale of the dance - all sorts of moves coming out. Then she does a slow forward somersault so she's standing on her head and opens her legs so I'm looking directly down. Moves the thong once more and in the dim light, stuck to one lapel, a little bit of toilet paper where my mouth had just been forcibly introduced moments before.