Three strikes, I lost my appetite
I passed by Blush around 11pm to see if quality of girls were better. I was looking for my ID in front of the door. I found it at the same time the bouncer opened the door since he saw me on camera was suspicious. I go in and get my ID checked and pay a $5 dollar fee. As I walk in, there's four bouncers positioned by the booth on the left side of the entrance. Chill guys and I had no trouble with them, other than the thousand eye stare once in a while.
The cost goes as follows: Massages are $20, LD are $30, VIP is $120, standard drinks are around $9 - $10, cocktails are $15+, food is $11 - $18 depending on your choice and champagne is around $100 - $200.
The dancers have a dispute with the DJ regarding the LD room. None of them go back in the LD room which is located on the left corner of the main area. I had mixed feelings about that. It's a cheap dance for $30 on a black sofa but the DJ is on your right and can watch you.
The place is well lit to see the appearance of the dancers and customers. There were more guys that than girls that night. Plus it was a dancer's birthday that same night. I'll call her Mia. Mia was occupied on the left side of the bar by a Hispanic guy squeezing her left breast. Security didn't mind so it passes. Shoot, Mia was one of the few girls who was attractive. Brunette with D cups and a turquoise bra to hold them milk jugs.
The other attractive woman was the bartender. I forgot to ask her name. She was a brunette, well rounded tan face with nice C or D cups, nice tush and wore a long sleeve red jumpsuit. I'll call her Rouge. I ordered a blue lagoon, (no lemonade) with ice for $15. I gave Rouge some tip to thank for putting my drink in a beer mug, unlike the other clubs placing drinks in small plastic cups charging 2 dollars more. 3 bartenders working that night and Rouge had the most natural body.
Most of the guys sitting at the bar looked somewhat displeased. Each time a girl performs on the stage in the middle of the bar, said girl walks around the bar looking for tip. Most of the guys give 1 or 2 dollars because some of the dancers don't strip during their performance. I gave a couple of singles from time to time. Still, sometimes those girls will annoy you to keep on adding towards any tip you give them.
So now Im waiting for my friend, Stephen, to arrive at the club. As I'm waiting while finishing my blue lagoon, this Columbian girl, (I'll call her Rena) recognized me from previous visits. She was adamant on getting my attention ever since I got a VIP from her 2 years ago. Brunette, C cups, with a chubby face and weird looking BBL.
Stephen arrived a few min after and we purchased 2 Heinekins. At the same time, Rena comes over and scoots in between me and the heavy built guy who sat next to me. When he didn't want anything from her, she directed her attention to me. I payed for a massage. It was decent. I told Rena I didn't want a dance despite her saying she was entitled to get paid for one. For that, Strike One.
After Rena walked away, I had my focus on a blonde girl working the pole. Picture a shorter ponytailed lady gaga sans makeup with a nice ass, black boots and a flat chest. At least she was making moves spiraling around the pole. I give her a pass. While that's happening, Stephan and I are talking about sobering up to leave. In mid conversation, a brunette approaches us. (Let's call her Anna) She resembles the actress who played in the pitch perfect movie only with fake tits and talk like she was above the influence. Always grinning and saying weird shit. Doesn't help that the last time we seen her, she called Stephan and I "peasants" and stepped on my shoe when I wasn't interested. She wanted to hug me twice and I thought she wanted me to touch on her. She pushed back on the 2nd hug and threatened to "stick me up my mother's pussy." I locked eyes on her, she laughs and walks away. Good riddance. Strike Two
After that mess Stephan was distracted by an Asian girl. Meanwhile I'm checking out the next girl about to go on stage. She was sitting in the middle row of the bar from my left side. A thick WOC with pigtails, big natural tits and wore glasses like she's doing tax return. She was decent and yet I kept asking myself why she always sitting down and I never asked her for a dance. Then when she got on stage, I found out why: from the waist down, she was all gut and legs. Her muffin top stick out more than her titties. The woman's resembled Squidward after he ate too many Krabby Patties. At that point I thought she was 3 months pregnant. Yeah that was Strike Three. Idk if somehow the VIP from her was free. Under no circumstances is she ever giving me the "Rasputia Latimore" treatment.
Stephan and I finished our Heinekins, left and have no plans to go back. Before I ranked Blush on B tier, (From S tier to F) now the place has gone down to a C. C or lower is when its gone downhill and it's better to go to any other clubs. Unless you want raunchy women, it's a waste of time.