Wow, just wow. This was my...
Wow, just wow. This was my first time back since the major remodling project and the name change from Final Fronteir. Is it possible to spend this much money to make something look so much better than it was before and just fail miserably?? For those that dont know, some time ago Final Fronteir was bought be the JB's people. They recently completely remodeled the place. The club is now following the tried and true Virginia model of a full bar/bikini dancing on one side, with topless private dances on the other. When you come in the front door, the "bar" side is on your right. I got there a bit after 8PM, and I didnt have to pay a cover. There were exactly 3 dancers woking. Now, I looked at the JBs website before I ledt the house, and a couple of dancers from Headlights/JBs were supposed to be at HG. They weren't. Another thing that pissed me off, were that none of the girls were even trying to dance. The new renovations are great by the way, you can't find much to complain about there. Anyway, let's review the four dancers
1. A talller AA young women, who recently had her debutante, probably at the Tidewater Women's corrextion center. She did nothing for the hour I was there, ligerally nothing, just sat at the bar.
2. A younger possibly hispanic girls that sat at the bar, and drank with 2 young guys who were obviously regulars. I was very concerned with the fact that unless these two dudes failed a bunch of grades, the weren't old enough to be drinking. They were pissing and moaning about going back to scholl next week. High school starts here next week. The girls was the best looking out of the bunch, and that isn't saying much, but she made no effort to sell a dance.
3. The only one out of the buch that made an effort. And let me tell you, the SS was puring out like water over Niagra. First she tells me I look great and I must really take care of myself. I'm old and fat. Next she tells me she likes guys that are in their 20s that get dressed up to go out. I'm in my forties, and I was coming home from work. Next she tells me she loves my Rolex. I wear a Seiko. Its hard to describe this chick. Imagine the ugliest girls off Jersey Shore, at the age of 45, after a lifetime of hard drugs and drinking. That would be her. She's definately straight out of Jersey, but goes by Hollywood. Anyway, after she made some pretty explicit promises about the privte dance room, I decided to take one for the team, and check her out. What a freaking mistake. Full contact dances are on the other side. They are 30 per song. As we're making our way across to the other side, she asks me what my budget is, like I'm buying a used car. Once in the curtained off booth, she takes her robe off, and holy shit, that is when I start to realize, I just made a mistake. I seriously would fuck this chick with someone elses dick. Next, she proceeds to slather anti-bacterial hand sanitizer all over me. She tells me she's OCD and takes 5 showers a day. Anyway, the only toned muscle on this broad was her mouth. Ugly doesn't begin to describe it. My first impression was that she was in her forties. Once she undressed, I'm saying fifties. I took one dance from her, since I had to prepay, and left.
Anyway, the long and short of it, the new bar is reodled nicely, beers are $3.75. I didn't pay a cover. The bar is in a horrible neighborhood. My recommendation, save yourself a wasted trip, and drive the 2 or 4 extra miles and go to Headlights.