HornyTeacher

Went late on a Saturday night. Maybe not a wise choice. The place was packed. But the girls were the best of the best. There was one so muscular I thought she would crack me between her ghighs. But even though I sat alone in the back of a crowded club, girls still came by to sit and chit chat with me. More than just the "You wanna dance? No? Bye." I usually get there. UNfortunately, one of the "three ugly ones" sneaked up on me and without warning, buried my face in her huge tits. That was . . . unpleasant. And rude. But she was the exception, not the rule. As the evening veered into late evening, seats along the stage were harder to find. But they opened up the upper stage (which was the first time I'd ever seen that, so that was cool). And they gave great attention once I got a seat there. SIDE NOTE: I love dirty talk during a private dance. Bonus points for the dancer who willingly(!) played into my fetish with a smile (and a very dirty mouth)

Went back after a hiatus, and it's exactly the same. I'm not a fan of the girls behind plexiglass, but what can you do. As always, there is usually only one girl working the floor, and her time is monopolized by one single patron, so I constantly find myself craning my neck to see if anyone else is wandering around. Once in a while a new girl comes out of the dressing room so I was quick to make eye contact before someone else got her and locked her down for the evening. Most of the dances are air dances with minimal touching, but look for Jesse, who is usually wearing sexy lingerie, as opposed to the g-string and bikini top. In her words, she prefers sexy to slutty. And I totally agree. Jesse gives a great dance with lots of good grinding. Maybe it's because she knew me from previous visits, or maybe she is just more into it than the others. A few dances with her and I was good to go. The Lamplighter is a nice place to stop if you just want a little fun on your way home from somewhere. It's not a place to camp out all evening.

Not exactly high quality. As soon as you come in, someone takes your drink order, and they're always good about keeping your glass full without being pushy about it. However, the drink service is better than the dancing, sad to say. The girl behind the bulletproof glass is usually just standing around or writhing on the floor with little actual dancing, and usually playing to the one guy sitting at the rail. I sat at the window and slid a dollar under the glass, as one would typically do. She wagged her finger at me and said she needed at least a 5 to show anything. Not pleased at being chastised, I went back and sat on one of the benches. The other big problem is the girls don't come around all that frequently for private dances. One will usually be monopolized by a guy in the corner who will hang on to her for a half hour or more. Eventually when a pretty girl did come my way, the dance was nothing exciting. Very little contact, no eye contact whatsoever. I was just disappointed all around.