After reading all the positive reviews...

After reading all the positive reviews about this club and being the avid eager beaver sc aficionado that I am the hands of fate finally shook on this mild winters night. Being from Long Island I took the train into Manhattan which is the least inexpensive and stress free mode of travel. This particular Tues was quite disappointing where I just needed to escape & forget about my personal problems if only for one enchanted evening. What other excuse did I need to bask in the company of scantily clad gorgeous females willing to elevate my mood and arouse my manly sensations from head to toe. After having a few drinks at Fridays in Penn Station to loosen up I caught a cab on 7th ave in anticipation of an exciting and memorable experience at FD! Upon arrival at this subterranean establishment which has a typical doorman the non discerning inquisitive patron would be skeptical due to the

conservative exterior decor which has more of a funeral vibe than one of female fantasy. I would have personally named this club 20,000 leagues under the street because it was comparable to going almost 2 flights of stairs to the counter to pay the admission fee. All of this is irrelevant in comparison to the meat and potatoes of a buffet of beautiful babes that left the aroma of sweet flesh lingering in the air. I paid the $20 fee and was surprised security neither checked my identification or gave me the lame police patdown that are expected at more upscale clubs especially one of this caliber. Even President Obama would not be pardoned from the 3 dollar mandatory coat check which puts you $23 in the red before you even order your first beverage of choice. Money wasn't a major issue at this point because I had plenty for a good time to make a little rain but not quite enough for a thunder shower. It was dark on the inside but illuminated by the stage lights, neon signs and vast array of bulbs almost everywhere. There was a bar stage and a narrow main one that consumed the majority of FD outside of the lap dance areas that were on opposite sides of the club. Being not much of a mixed drink guy I ordered a Stella for $12 that tastes so much more pleasurable in an Aphrodite ambiance. This in not your dollar parade pity place where the girls just expect to dance multiple sets stacking up dead presidents regardless of their demeanor or looks. FD is on a whole another level of attractive females where average is not to be found at this location by my high standards. For a Tues night it was crowded but you could expect that in Manhattan where being horny or the city both never sleeps. Girls are not allowed cellphones or even purses out on the floor to avoid them being distracted from the fact they are here to entertain us and not themselves. There's nothing more rude than seeing a dancer supposedly working off in some isolated corner texting when us gentleman are spending top dollar on goods and services exceedingly overpriced with a smile on our faces. Not getting too sidetracked a fine figured Puerto Rican mami joined me at the bar to reach into my mind before reaching into my wallet. I bought her a $19 drink which I thought nothing of because strip clubs are like casinos and the house always has to come out on top. Me and Natalie made small talk and laughed when suddenly the DJ announced her to the stage as they always do at the most inappropriate time. No big deal because there seemed to be an endless bevy of beauties to choose from which was too many to count. Up next walked Latina lady number 2 who was a Columbian cutie who went by Carla I believe. Despite the alcohol and droning music I happened to retain these ladies names as if they were carved into my memory by hammer and chisel. She enticed me for a private dance which I gladly accepted without hesitation as she grabbed me with her soft hands and led the way . I already knew it was $20 a song which is really more like an excerpt of a chopped up track that you only hear in strip clubs. Just once would I have been blown away if they played the full version of Donna Summers " love to love you baby" but I knew that was not happening that night. Some of these girls have missed their callings to being mathematicians because God only knows how they can dance, count the songs, and somehow erotically charm you into a trance where the word no is stolen from your vocabulary. It was quite uncomfortable and awkward as these streamline benches sporadically lifted up during the dances like some uncanny levitation. Too many fat guys along with cheap craftsmanship more than likely would be at fault here. You would think a top notch money making cash cow like FD would up there game in the decor department but most of these joints have the Flinstone furniture. Anyway I believe I had like 8 quality dances with considerable high mileage with plenty of roaming and no bouncer interference. Management understands that hands off is a turn off which trickles down to less business and bad word of mouth in the sc universe. I'm not saying anything goes but the only air in the dances were the ones in my lungs. Next time I will have to try the champagne room and see what other guilty pleasures I can indulge myself in behind the darkened drapes of the unknown. Due to my prior engagement on the other side of town I abruptly had to depart FD cutting my time there shorter than I anticipated. My biggest con about FD was the regimented robotic attitude of the bouncers pertaining to walking areas around the bar and special seating that was off limits . if I wanted the airport security attitude I would have went to LaGuardia airport but it must be frustrating seeing all those exceptionally attractive women night after night. I would be a bitter critter too so I partially understand even though I expect to be treated with a tad bit more respect. Major pros are that the ladies are classy without the ghetto appearance and have heavenly bodies despite no wings protrude from their backs. Whatever your taste in females are I'm 100% positive the majority of them will leave you weak in the knees if not the heart. Overall I believe you get what you pay for in life and FD is most definitely worth every penny although it has minor flaws.