So having just whetted my appetite...

So having just whetted my appetite at Tootsys, it was time to see what all the fuss was about at IR. Firstly, it is very easy to find being located next to the main drag heading south. The club is a good bit bigger inside than it appears from the street. It is nicely finished and the seating is comfortable and in decent condition. The stage is a long affair with 2 poles and seemed to have 2 girls working it all night.

They don't have draft beer so I grabbed a Sam Adams while sitting at the bar. Within seconds it seemed, I had a very loud and very drunk dancer called (I think) Butterscotch bellowing in my ear and asking me to buy her a drink. More out of curiosity than anything else, I did. While she rambled on incessantly about who knows what, she at least had the decency to start stroking my dick. I finally agreed to a dance or two, during which she enthusiastically rubbed me off and pushed my hand into her panties. I called a halt after 3 dances, which she claimed to be four and then asked me for a tip. As dances here are only $10, I didn't feel too bad about being upsold.

Making my escape, I spent a bit of time watching from the side of the stage and handing out the usual dollar bills. An attractive fake blond came and sat with me and it wasn't long before I heard the sad story of her life. I won't go into details, but it was genuinely quite distressing and I hope I was able to give her some good advice.