This club has a very unique...

This club has a very unique layout, which lends itself to some semi-private seating/dance areas throughout the rear of the club, especially. To be fair, I didn’t expect much around 3:00 PM on a weekday, but was hoping to get lucky for some sort of ITC experience. Drinks were reasonably priced, and there was no parking or cover fee for that time of the day… the lady at the door just asked for tips. The wait staff was friendly and attentive.

I strolled over to the bar, grabbed a drink, and took a seat in one of the aforementioned semi-private areas of the floor. The dancers I saw were mostly white, and they had a variety of very young to late 30s types. Overall quality of the dancers was middle of the road. I passed on dance offers from a 30-something brunette that didn’t look happy to be there, and reminded me too much of my sister-in-law. After catching the eye of a classy blonde on stage, I invited her over for a drink and conversation. She was a sophisticated, late 20s platinum blonde, and didn’t rush anything. After several promising lap dances, she convinced me to take her to a moderately priced VIP session with promises of more contact.

I paid for the room, and was escorted to the second floor, where all of the VIP rooms seem to be located. The bouncer was not available for me to disperse the “don’t-bother-me” tip. The VIP rooms at this club do not offer the same level of privacy I’ve been afforded at various other clubs in Atlanta. Entrance to the individual VIP room was made by a small curtain. However, each room has a small (approximately 12” x 12”) square peephole in the wall. Nevertheless, the dances and contact began. As promised, the contact was much better than on the dance floor, and she allowed my hands to wander… petting the kitty was allowed, but she stated she was not in favor of any sort of penetration. She allowed me to pull junior out, but as I was in the process of freeing willy, the bouncer walked by and spied my unzipped fly through the peephole. He then stuck his head through the curtain and stated that I had to “put that thing away.” Needless to say, that killed the mood, and I did not have a happy ending… I ended up rushing home to self-remedy my blue balls.