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I found myself in Tucson with some unexpected time before a flight on a Saturday, so what else is a old horn-dawg to do but hit TUSCL and find the best bet not too far from the airport? "The Boat" looked like it was probably my type of place, so I headed on over. I parked in back, probably in a VIP spot, as I noticed the signs when I came back out, but nobody said anything. First thing I noticed upon going inside from the bright sun outside is how dark it was-all I could see for about 5 minutes were those big red columns by the main stage. After the eyes get adjusted, visibility is not too bad. There are some dark corners that some girls may sit in and go unnoticed if you don't stroll around and get the lay of the land. The bar is on the right hand side of the club, the bartender was cute, friendly, and wearing a bikini. She could have easily been a dancer. Drinks were typical strip-club prices. I think an Ultra and a Red Bull for a lady wiped out a Jackson. I hung out at the bar for a bit until a cute latina came by and talked me into a dance. We haggled a little on the donation and headed back to the lap dance room, which is to the left after you come down the stairs at the entrance. Inside there are a few booths and some dividers, not really private or enclosed, but makes it kind of secluded. It didn't take long for the lady to make her intentions known, and her intentions were to be handsy..... very handsy, if you know what I mean. It had been a long hard week, and there was a lot of built up tension that she expertly relieved very quickly. About 12-15 minutes and a couple of Benjamins later I was sitting along the back wall relaxed and sipping another Ultra and sliding a few singles under G-strings. After about an hour, I was starting to do mental math about how much time I had left. Then walks by a gorgeous black girl (everyone knows I love me some brown sugar!). She plops down on my lap and starts the chitchat, I tell her I'm about to leave for the airport and she says "we better make it a quickie then!". Ok! She asks what I'm interested in and then suggests the VIP club for $$.8, I think. I don't remember what she said it was called; maybe the Captain's Club or Pirates Club, anyway, it's all the way to the righthand side of the club opposite the bar. She took me to a small, very private booth with a velvet rope across the entry and about a love-seat sized bench. My hot little chocolate number completely melted in no time and Mr. Happy was dressed up and ready for the ball about as fast. This girl checked all of my boxes: Ebony, handful-size natural boobs, not too big a booty, and the sweetest personality. I was in heaven for the short time we were together. Time flies when you're having fun... I really don't know when I'll be back to TUS, but you can bet that I'll be back to "The Boat" when I am.

It had been many years since I had been to LA and couldn't really remember the good spots so TUSCL was a big help to keep from wasting a bunch of time finding a few clubs to fill my evenings. Thanks everyone! Anyhoo, I wound up having free time on Thursday night so it was nice to hit the VIP special to help make those bimbo bucks go as far as possible. I think it was close to midnight when I arrived and I was suprised how few dudes were in there, maybe 15-20 guys, and easily double that many ladies. After a pat-down outside, and paying the guy 10 bucks by the turnstile in the lobby( there was plenty of room to walk between the counter where he was and the turnstile, but he insists you walk over and go through the turnstile...go figure. I always thought these were for crowd control, but maybe they really are counting occupants with it for the fire marshall. There is also a stripper store on the right behind the door guy. Inside the club, the water bar is on the left when you walk in and the stage is in the Left corner and, I assume, the lap dance areas on the righthand side of the club. The waitress ushered me to a table near the stage with a good view and brought me an expensive VOSS water. At least they have good water so they can feel good about charging $9 or $11 or what ever it was. I just remember thinking " I can buy a case of this stuff for that" The girls were bored and coming by one right after another trying to sell dances and VIP. They were all pretty hot, some were very handsy-always a good sign! All ethnicities and body types, but only a couple that I would say were getting towards the larger side, and only a few that were complete knockouts, the rest were comfortably in that completely do-able 6-8 range. I finally chose a light ebony spinner with tastefully done bolt-ons. Everyone knows that I hate fake tits, but I do like me some black girls, so as long as the boobs aren't over top big and still have some "squish" to them I will often relent. She sat with me for awhile, and I was liking the groping and her sales pitch for VIP, so back we went into the VIP room, which is behind the seating area and stripper store. There is a guy directing traffic here and keeping time. He told the girl which booth to use and the fun started instantly when the curtain closed. Pretty sure the menu was completely open, but after a great couple minutes lap dance and feeling what her tongue was doing to mine, I just wanted that same treatment for Mr. Happy, and he was not disappointed. The time keeper gave us the two minute warning, we ended up taking a few minutes longer, but it wasn't an issue, probably because I had slipped him a Jackson. I've found that it's often a great investment to offer gratuities to those that can affect your experience. Back out in the club I found an empty table, sat and hydrated, and considered a couple other offers, but it was getting pretty late for this geezer and he was pretty spent. I decided to call it, but not before getting a couple sets of digits for takeout the next day. I think I was out of there, completely satisfied, for just over 3 bills, even with the top shelf waters and tips. On a side note: the taco truck on the street by the entrance has outstanding $1 al pastor tacos........but the horchata was 6 bucks, so go figure.

It had been years since I darkened the doorstep of Centerfolds but on a mid-week late afternoon I was in the general area of DTC for work. I was having kind of a shitty day, so on the way back north the truck took a slight detour for some boooobs, naked cootch and a diet Coke :-( . The place hasn't changed much over the many moons since my last visit, still plenty of comfy seating either around the stages or darker spots off to the sides to hang with a lady. I could be totally wrong here, but it sure seems like the last time I was by, the cover was only 5 bux in the afternoon, I was kind of stunned when she asked for a 20, they gotta pay the light bill, I guess. On this day there were only about 5-7 guys in the club, what looked like a small construction crew and a couple stragglers like me. I think there were a half dozen total girls around(blend of white and Latina as far as I could tell, 5's-7.5's), only a couple seemed to be rotating on the one active stage, and a couple others that seemed interested in hanging out, the others were just walking back and forth to the back, or sitting on their phones. I did slide several singles under the garter of a fairly cute Latina with big naturals and too big a butt, but her personality made up for the caboose. She somehow conned me into going to the back for private, even though I knew, despite the promises, that not a lot was going to happen. All-in for about $$$ plus a weak tip for 20 minutes,(I know, even as much as I preach it, I can be a shitty negotiator at times). Good stick shifting - actually she was very "handsy" and allowed me to be as well, but fell short of allowing Jr. out to play. I think I'm spoiled by the other place up on Federal with all the Havana Honeys. She did act like takeout would be available, but was not immediately offering digits. I probably would not have partaken with this one anyway. She just didn't really get me going enough to loose control of my better judgement, which isn't really all that hard to do. Overall, not too bad a visit for a random weekday afternoon, maybe next time I'll try to hit it a little later towards evening when the joint starts hopping a little more and the girls are more inspired.