Had some time to kill after...

Had some time to kill after dropping a friend at ATL Airport and thought I'd drop in, as this club is conveniently off the Interstate just north of the airport. Well, convenient if you don't like rough neighborhoods. If I didn't realize that to be the case based upon the general area (keeping in mind that Metropolitan used to be called Stewart and was "black streetwalker ho central"), the vigorous patdown I got upon entering should have let me know. Once I got inside, it was like total ghetto. I'm not being racist, but how can they say the dancers are "mixed" when they are virtuaslly all black, except, in my visit, for one who was like half-black, half-Asian, and maybe some with a bit of Latina. That said, the arrangement is quite nice, with probably the best place to sit being the bar that is straight in front upon entering, either on the side by the catwalk, in which case you have to twist around to see, or on the other side, where the bartender, stage dancers and dancers who occasionally walk along the bar are in front (and conveniently above) of you. Either place, you can look to the side and watch sports on TV if the girls on parade at the moment aren't to your liking. There were a couple of pretty much hotties, 8 or so, but most were less, with one large gal rating a solid 3. I lucked out and found a midrange (6-7) gal, maybe a bit of Latina mixed in, who had danced above me on the bar who joined me and gave me a through-the-pants HJ for a total of 80, at 10 per dance plus tip, but I had the feeling this was probably not all that common, especially right there at the bar with the bartender girl looking over winkingly a couple of times. Seemed the couch and chairs by the pool table area were more for that stuff, based on watching others, but, hey, who was I to complian if this gal was game right there at the bar. Biggest downside of this visit was having to sneak in the house when I got home so that wifey didn't see the mess that was made of my trousers.