A nice hang out; low mileage, but very fun lap dances nonetheless
My evening visit ended strong after a shaky start. Been to the Palms' day shift many times. Been wanting to try the evening shift for a while. Bored on a Monday night I decided to go. Arrived around 9:30.
Parking's easy. A decent-sized free lot in front and an equally large free indoor parking garage (especially nice if it's rainy or really hot). I've not seen the lots full, but there's also ample free street parking.
Friendly security guard. Scanned my ID. A light pat down. $10 cover (No daytime cover). Put a dollar in the tip jar. Discount cards for XS in Wilmington were on the counter. I took one. He said it's owned by the same folks as The Palms and Fantasy Castle and XS is their after-hours place, open until 5 or 6am. He said dancers go there after other clubs close.
Entered. Almost completely dead. One dancer in a booth talking to a staff member. One dancer (looking bored) sitting with a customer. And one dancer in the lap dance area (every so often you could see her feet or head pop up over the top of the booth). Empty stage. Six or seven customers, mostly sitting alone nursing beers. A female bartender, female server, male bar back, and male DJ.
Stage and (very tall) pole in the middle of the room. Bar to one side. Seating against the wall and at the stage with a few tables in between. I got a table against the wall. The (very cute) server came over right away and asked if I wanted a drink (no minimum), said it was $2 beer night. I ordered an 805.
So far so good. I sipped my beer. The dancer who'd been with a customer went back to the locker room. Walked right past me sitting by myself. After lots of nothing for several minutes, it felt like I'd wandered into a sports bar not a strip club. The server comes by to see if I need another drink. No thank you (I drove so just one). I ask her to sit with me. She does. We chat. She's only worked here three days. So, not much intel on why it's so slow. She's very nice; bubbly personality. She excuses herself to serve another table after ten minutes or so. I tip her.
I figure I'll stay a few more minutes. Finish my beer. I'm mostly watching Sports Center with the sound off. Two huge screens (multiple big flatscreens together) but only one is on. Another flatscreen above the bar. The dancer in the lap dance area finished up. Another customer was waiting for her and they went back to the lap dance area together. Someone was having a good night.
A little after 10pm things started to pick up. Dancers trickled out of the locker room. Two loitered near the stage, threatening some pole dancing. Two dancers made the rounds together. They made it to me, introduced themselves, and offered handshakes. Then they immediately kept moving. Odd. No asking for dances. No asking if I wanted company. Oh well. This was looking like a cheap but uneventful visit.
The dancer who'd been giving lap dances emerged from the back, got up on the stage, and (after a few minutes) started dancing. Yeah! I got out four dollars. And then I turned and a tall dancer with very large breasts sat next to me and smiled. A positive development. I asked her if she'd toss my tip on stage. She did. I watched her walk back and forth. I was sold. She asked me to buy her a White Claw. ($2 special like the beer). As she drank it, we chit chatted. I love chatting with strippers. But we couldn't seem to get a conversation going. She even noted it at one point, giggling nervously. Fortunately, talking isn't a prerequisite for strip club fun.
I asked if she wanted a dance. (The hustle was weak in this one.) We went back to the lap dance area. I paid the security guard there $20 for one song. The lap dance booths each have a padded seat about five feet wide, and high backs. Decent privacy. But cameras above. So, true extras not an option. If you do enough songs, some (many?) of the dancers here will grind until you pop in your pants if that's your thing. (But PLEASE tell them if you wanna do that; surprise lapgasms are rude and gross.)
We went to one of the less private booths close to security. She put down her bag and took off her shoes. She waited to start until the current song ended (a good sign). Then we did the test dance. It was great. About as much mileage as you get here. Good grinding. Bare tits in face. Motorboating. Brief, discreet stickshifting. Light groping of boobs and legs. (I usually prefer light groping, so the dancer does more of the work.)
I was sold. We left the lap dance area and sat at a table. She wanted a shot and red bull. We unsuccessfully tried to get the server's attention. Unlike when we sat before, now my dancer was all over me. One of the best things at a strip club; a sexy woman skillfully pretending she likes you. I told her I wanted five more dances. We eventually went to the bar to get her drinks. ($17 for a shot of Johnny Walker Black and a can of red bull + $5 tip). She was even more all over me at the bar. Very nice. Her bending over and grinding her ass against my, uh, crotch while we waited at the bar is one of my favorites. She was great. And the club was definitely getting busier.
She finished her drinks. We walked back to the lap dance area. She was swaying a bit and leaning on me. Woo hoo! Drunk stripper. (Or at least a good enough act to satisfy me.) I paid $100 for five songs and we went to the (slightly) more secluded part of the lap dance area. I told her I wouldn't lick her or bite her but that I loved being teased. She ran with that one. Crotch, ass, boobs in my face throughout the dances. Also, more of everything from my test dance, just more intense. Nice.
So, this review's already too long. I left very satisfied and my wallet only about $170 lighter. Much different from my usual day shift visits. And I now know to show up for the night shift after ten.