The More Things Change...
Hadn't been here in awhile, and I needed an inexpensive place to hang for a couple hours, so I stopped by Christies. Plenty of parking out front, walk in through the double doors, greeted by a door girl. Guy ahead of me paid $7 entry fee, I have CC VIP card, so my entry is always comped (thank you, remodeled 32nd St Christies!). As you walk in, the stage gets your immediate attention, very large semi-circle with one pole and one dancer. Bar, with 7-8 high top chairs to the left. Everything else are tables scattered throughout the spacious club. Found one near the back wall directly in front of the stage. Waitress immediately comes over, order a $6 Coke, served in a stem glass.
I was actually here on opening night about 25 years ago (during a Spring Training visit). They paraded about 60 girls out that night, with maybe--MAYBE--one of them larger than a B-cup. As Led Zeppelin used to sing, The Song Remains the Same. Here's the line-up while I was there (late afternoon):
Lindsay: tall, slender, long blonde hair, A-cups. She tried her best to grind the PL next to me into oblivion, despite the chairs being the worst possible place to get a lap. Points for effort.
Diora: slightly more curves, nice girl, B-Cup
Aurelia: as close to exotic as your going to get here, nice ass, which she showed onstage often, a, maybe B-cup, wore short sundress
Kahlea: slender, dark straight hair, A-Cups
Piper: Slender brunette, A-Cups, thigh high leather boots
Betty: Slender, petite w/glasses, made an effort onstage, maybe a B-Cup
Get the picture? Apparently, the Cuban diaspora has not reached these doors, or maybe CC's has ICE on speed dial. Coin flip either way.
The modus operandi of this club is to ask if you want company. This is definitely a sit and chat kind of place, so if that's what you're into, along with slender girls with minimal figures, then place is perfection. Dances are topless mostly one-way contact. They've always been $10 on the floor, but that may have changed. VIP couch dances are $25 per, and they have open air (but mostly private VIP areas that you can buy in 15 minutes increments ($150 for 15, $300 for 30, etc.).
As the day girls started checking out, night shift came in. One very promising dancer showed up that got my attention, and I waited patiently for her to get dressed and out on floor. 10 minutes later, there she is, making a beeline for me. Very busty, tanned white girl, exactly my type. I motion for her to sit down and she pulls a chair to sit next to me. Always a bad sign for mileage; if they won't sit in your lap, they're probably low mileage. Doesn't matter. We chat for a bit, her name is Vegas and, shockingly enough, she's from Vegas and been here about a month. Finally, she asks if I want a dance, and I direct her to the VIP couches. She asks for the money upfront, which gives me pause, and she said that apparently some PL was in there the previous week, did about $1k worth of dances, and then skipped out on the bill, so management told the girls to get paid upfront. Two red flags. Doesn't matter. Top comes off, and a pair of the most exquisite breasts I have ever seen are freed from their prison. Teardrop shape, full firm yet yielding, great nipples. I am overjoyed, but contact is very, very limited. Song finishes, she asks if I want another, I say no, and we get up, go back to the table and chat some more. Regardless of initial mileage, I will definitely explore this one more, and see if more is on the horizon.
Final note: perhaps the worst DJ I've ever been subjected to. Always yelled so loud into the mic when the song ended it actually made me jump a little in my chair, and still managed to mumble the dancer's names. Ugh.