Why I like the Inner Room

The Inner Room is my atf club ad while like all clubs it is nowhere near as good as 10 years ago when people had money, it still delivers. After a week in Florida where I hit Diamond Dolls in Daytona (I did not partake but 100% of dancers offered extras) where people call the neighborhood sketchy and I was comfortable chatting up some locals in the parking lot while drinking a beer at 2 a.m.; Tootsies (Saturday afternoon college football and $3.50 beers offset the fact that 90% of the dancers really didn't speak english which I fucking hate, had enhanced boobs, which I dislike, or an enhanced ass, which I hate most of all) is the single most overrated club I have ever been too. Its a warehouse, like Bj's, with the same quality of merchandise. Saturday night it was simply a bunch of drunk, macho 20 something guys at stag parties. Why did I go back? Turns out I know one of the managers from around here and I promised to get him high. Free drinks and entry didn't make up for the fact this is not my type of place. Back to the Inner Room. I went Thursday, Sunday and Monday. Sunday sucked. That's fine though because every Sunday I have ever gone since 1984 has sucked. Monday had limited dancers and no one I was attracted to, but having said that it was my 5th no extras strip club visit so I had a 3 song back rub at the bar and 41/2 songs to satisfaction in the lap dance area. Todal $60.00. The thrill? Getting a hand job in the Inner Room means there are customers 3-5 feet away and the fact it is so wrong makes it so right. Thursday night was fabulous. 3 spinners, all ebony, all truly beautiful provided 20 songs of lap dance fun. As full contact as full contact could be above and below waist, both ways. The dancers themselves were 2 81/2s and one 9 1/2. The 9 1/2 was special. Turned 21 on Oct. 8, mixed race with green eyes. 5' tall 100 lbs sold b cups. Her face was as pretty as any woman I have ever seen anywhere in my life. The best part? We sat down 15 seconds into a song and she said lets wait for the next one. Then gave me a fantastic dance for free. When after that song plus 4 others ended i asked her how many and she said 4. 6 songs later we sat and drank for 2 hours. Discussed literature with her. More specifically the works of George Orwell. Since we were both headed to Miami for the weekend she gave me her number. I could not throw it away fast enough. The best way to make the right decision for me is to never put myself in a position to make one. At the end of the day I will take Club Desire in Providence. It just blows away other places.