I first visited Pandora's on Labor...

I first visited Pandora's on Labor Day of 2011 as I was passing through Seattle. I had been many times to Rick's and been very happy with my experiences so I wanted to check out the new place associated with the same management. It had a similar feel to the old version of Rick's: 2 stages surrounded by tables and chairs; definitely not set up for "sitting at the rack" and tipping dollar bills. Bread and butter of the place is clearly lap dances and the dancers are only on stage for a song at a time before they're back on the floor hitting up the customers. They're polite, but persistent. And touchy, which is fine as most of them as most of them are pretty cute. I've never quite understood the vibe of Seattle strip clubs with the over-solicitation. I understand the economics of it, but I always felt that it did a disservice to the overall perception of the dancers as robotic money-seekers (not always mind you). If the clubs were set up with more emphasis on voluntary stage tipping, I feel like there'd be less of an air of desperation.

All that aside, on my first visit I got very lucky in that the most gorgeous dancer was the 2nd dancer up and as she came off the stage, she bee-lined it directly to me (there were only like 3 other patrons at the time) and asked if I wanted a dance. I'll say it again: gorgeous and a rockin' body. Can't quite recall her name though. Needless to say, there was no chance I was saying no to that, save for if I were broke, which I wasn't. She led me back to the private dance chair/couches. It's a sliding scale for dances--between $20 and $40 dollars--up to the discretion of the dancer as they are all considered independent contractors. The notion is, if you, as a dancer, feel you can ask a price and still get lots of dances, more power to ya. This particular dancer charged $30 per dance, which I felt was definitely worth it by her looks. Once the dance started, I completely knew it was worth it.

Right away she peeled aside her bikini top and took my hands and placed them directly on her very real, and very spectacular tits, as to eliminate any uncertainty on the matter. I proceeded to get 5 dances from her during which she progressively led my hands to more and more parts of her body. I didn't finger her or anything so salacious, but the intimacy level was so wonderful and encompassing that I unquestionably lost time and lost my sense of self; this is my goal in such endeavors. I see it as a form of sexual therapy. I might have wanted to keep going, but her level of touch was so skilled that I lost control, if you catch my drift, something which she seemed very content to have helped with.