Well, it's about time I posted...

Well, it's about time I posted a review on what's a real ATF going back literally decades, to an old location that wasn't nearly so plush as this huge and posh emporium. Had the opportunity to be back in town last month, and I must say that things haven't changed, either up or down. The selection on an early Tuesday evening was as fine as anywhere at any time -- nearly 50 girls, 47 of whom were hot, of varied shapes, sizes, skin tones/nationalities, etc. One of the great things about Tootsie's is that you can drink, even smoke, and sit at the rail and have that total nakedness spread an inch from your nose. On this visit, I first hooked up with just after the 2-for-1 cattle call and we went to the private area (much more private that in most clubs) for a couple dances, before I had to call it as I wasn't quite ready to spooge. She was young (under 21, per the orange bracelet she wore), perfect little tits, all-American-type and eager. After catching my breath and checking out some more stage dances -- with two girls on the rail and one right behind on stage at all times on an early Tuesday evening no less -- and turning down advances of an overly aggressive (i.e., crotch-grabbing) Cubanita who promised the world and more for 200, another young all-American type plopped in my lap, putting her natural beauties up in my face. As she told me (before I told her where I was from) that she was from my hometown back in the Midwest, I decided to take her up on her private dance offer and headed off. Five dances and 100 later, I was as completely satisfied as one could imagine. It's just a darn shame Tootsie's is now a full day's drive -- no longer 10 minutes -- from my front door.