There are many reasons to come...

There are many reasons to come to this club but if there were only one, it would be because of Cleo! More on that later....

I have been to clubs all over the country, from high end to super dives and I have always really liked this place. I used to just stop by here every time I had business in Springfield...now I make an effort to actually go here, more on that later. IMHO it seems like this club is a little out of place for a city like this....not that it isn't welcome! For the basics, its $25 per lap dance....some dancers let you touch, the more attractive "worth it" ones tend to not let you touch until the VIP. The VIP is anywhere from 400-600 depending on the girl...and I must say that the VIP rooms are quite nice, dark, and private...well decorated too, not that I'm looking that much at the decor. I know extras happen in this place for sure, but not offered from any girl I'd be interested in. There are plenty of young, sweet and attractive women here to have a good "clean" time with. Some of the girls look downright drug addled but its definitely off set by the surprising quality of some of the dancers. Someone mentioned that on a busy Fri/Sat night you might have the unfortunate experience of not seeing many girls on stage, but instead of getting frustrated I just see it as lap dance time! My guess is that most of the girls are so loaded by 11pm that they can't navigate that totally treacherous stage! :)

Back in June I was here on one of my regular visits w/ a client when I was approached by a true goddess! Long black hair, piercing blue eyes, pale skin, thin with huge beautiful breasts. SO exotic looking. I am telling you, she may have been the prettiest, hottest girl I've seen in any club, anywhere, and thats saying a lot. I took one look and I was entranced! Ofcourse I had to take her for a few dances and VIP for 2 hours (which I never do!) and oh my god! We didn't do anything naughty, just being with her was fun enough. Her name was Cleo. You can imagine how disappointed I was when I came back the next week, and then the next to find out she was no longer there.