They Are Who We Thought They Were
Got here around shift change on a Tuesday. Gentleman Jack(slash) was kind enough to join me, so I got the run down on the club from one of TUSCL’s finest. Thanks.
So here’s the way that I look at things for the guys around TUSCL that really know their stuff. If they’ve got a home club that they recommend as tops, if I’m somewhere nearby I’ll check it out. The vibe here is laid back, but you’ve got your pick of all kinds of fun from a variety of women. The day shift I saw during my visit had a little more diversity than the early night shift, but talent was good throughout the lineup. About the lineup, like many clubs the DJ did a call for all dancers to kick off the nightshift. What was a little different was that rather than have them do a runway walk and get off stage to pull guys for a wannadance, the management had them all standing shoulder to shoulder on stage for what seemed like an entire song. It looked like a stripperette auction, and several of the girls looked terribly uncomfortable with the club full of dudes staring at them. It was clearly a minor detail thing, but...just sayin’.
The photos on the website don’t exactly look like the club I remember. I just remember there being a long runway stage, not the V shape in the photos. Maybe I just wasn’t paying enough attention, but it looked like an uninterrupted row of tables. Just mentioning that in case you check out the website. Jackslash said something about there being gambling tables up on the second floor for a while, but that didn’t last long. The VIP area is also upstairs. When you’re walking up and down the stairs the bouncers will shine light at your feet. On the way up I just shrugged it off. On the way down I noticed there’s an extra step you don’t expect on the first floor. I’m guessing that more than one guy has taken a tumble and took a bump or two on the way down. The layout is good to go. Sight lines are good. If you’re a smoker, there is a smoking area up on the second level. It overlooks the main floor, which became interesting to me right around the time I was leaving.
In most towns this would be the top club with no questions asked. Detroit is this alternate universe (like Houston used to be) where there are multiple elite clubs, so it’s an actual horserace with places like Penthouse. For my experience, though, multiple people on staff at Penthouse were assholes so I’d give this place the nod between the two. The club is legit, what else is there to say? Ok, just a little more. There was one blonde dancer I got a dance from, but her name I’m having trouble with. Sequoia? Sierra? Slender. Pretty. Hottie. She put on the hard sell and I was so close to just going with the VIP option since we she was at the end of her shift. But I’d just gotten there and took a pass. I would be spending a lot of time and money here if Detroit was my homebase. Luckily it isn’t. There was a lot of foot traffic between the dressing room and the rest of the club. Jackslash was parked at a centrally located table, so there was really good foot traffic around. Turns out the girl who walked by I was most interested in was the door girl. At least when I found that out it explained why my eye contact as she walked caused a little blush instead of a wannadance. Some girls are worthy of a wannadance no matter how lousy it might be. But I digress.
What else happened? I saw one of the hottest Asian dancers ever, but her personality made her a scratch from the dance lineup. You’ve heard the one about the box of rocks, right? There was another dancer who caught my eye, but she was walking back and forth in a trio between the upstairs and the dressing room. Looking straight ahead like she was avoiding people. They were walking in lockstep like the Stepford Wives or something. Finally I flagged her down for a quick chat, and it was like talking to a fembot she was so dull. Pretty face and tight body, but it’s like she was on something. I asked her to come back because I was waiting on food. Turns out I also bumped into her at another club the next day and we recognized each other. She was had a lot more spark in her there. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
The food thing was actually true, since I was hungry and needed to get something on my stomach before I cranked up the drinking at my next stop. Some kind of steak dish. It was pretty good, actually. So jackslash is providing a run down on the whole Detroit scene while I’m eating, and how exactly it manages to still keep on cranking out the SC hits when so many other towns have no fly zones for extra curriculars. The whys and wherefores weren’t that surprising, but it was a surprising that the practices were so overt with no attempts at keeping up appearances. A lot like Providence used to be in the good old days before the continual public shaming finally forced them to clean up a bit. Being in Detroit if you’re a monger is like being a horny kid in a sexual candy store. It’s crazy. Speaking of crazy, I had to cut my visit here a little short because a dancer I’d met earlier in the week decided she wanted to reconnect. So I turn to ‘slash and say that I have unfinished business (well I guess technically it was new business), but I wanted to see where the short bob blonde went.
As we’re talking I look up at the second level and there she is sitting by the railing. Staring at me through the glass. Like stone cold staring. Me looking back at her made no difference. She just kept staring. How did I know she was looking at me? Because after I said so long and was heading for the door her eyes followed me all the way off the floor...