Tootsie's has a lot going for...

Tootsie's has a lot going for it. The facility is well-designed, well-maintained, and HUGE. The club features plentiful free parking. The staff is friendly and attentive (and several of the waitresses are very pretty). The club has an upbeat, energetic vibe. And there were dozens of dancers (at least 50) working on the night I was there. So why not give it a higher rating? Because the quality of the average dancer was a little below the level you would expect at a club like this (and decidedly inferior to the mind-blowing dancer lineups that the nearby Scarlett's produces (see my review of Scarlett's for more details)).  Most dancers working the night I was there were in the 6-7 range, with a few 8's scattered throughout. Many were on the thicker side. Not fat, but also not the lean athletic body types I prefer. To be fair, the dancers who generated the most enthusiastic audience reaction tended to be the big-bootied types who knew how to shake their stuff. So it may be that Tootsie's really knows its clientele and is quite selective in hiring the kinds of dancers  to whom that clientele most favorably respond. It just doesn't completely match up with my preferences. So on the whole, not a bad lineup; but not a great one either. 

Nevertheless, I wasn't going to make a trip to the world-famous Tootsie's without sampling some dances. After having had a chance to settle into the surroundings, I was approached by a busty blonde who was probably in her early 30's. While not a complete knockout, she was still plenty attractive. So I took up her offer for some dances with her back in the lap dance room--a maze-like arrangement of semi-private cubicles. The dances weren't bad but were a little mechanical and less than energetic. Overall, my dances with the busty blonde left a bad impression on me--literally. For when I went to the men's room following the dances, I looked down and noticed that her spray-on tan had rubbed off all over on my pants and shirt. This was the first time this had ever happened to me, and I was none too pleased. (And it was a bear trying to get that stuff out of my clothes.)

At this point, I was seriously considering taking off. However, I didn't want to leave on a negative note, and fortunately, the black lighting in the club obscured the spray-on tan residue on my jeans and dark button-down. So I hung around a little longer and quickly noticed a petite blonde near the back of the club. I walked over and struck up a conversation, and I was immediately taken aback by her striking glassy blue eyes. Plus, she was very down to earth and friendly and had a great accent (I found out she is from Siberia). It wasn't long before we headed back for some dances--and these dances justified the price of admission by themselves. This little Siberian Siren was very sensual in her movements, had fantastic natural B-cups, and allowed generous two-way contact. Though she may be from a frigid clime, she certainly knew how to warm things up back in then LD area. I ended up hanging out with her for quite a while before I finally realized how late it was. So I tipped her generously, received a very warm embrace in exchange, and then left for the night. A nice conclusion to my visit.