I was in NYC for business...

I was in NYC for business and only had access to this club because of my scheduling and transportation requirements for work. Obviously, I would have liked to have left Manhattan during an evening to indulge in 'real' contact, but at least now I can say I went to a strip club in New York City. The experience was convivial and positive, though decidedly low-mileage. The women were hot, with a few super-hot. I was there on a mid-day afternoon, and I'd say there were ten to fifteen patrons and the same number of dancers. The ladies rated solid 8s in my book -- no 10s, but no UGs either. Many women had large(r) silicone implants -- about 80% of them, I'd say. Most seemed Eastern European. I was disappointed to find out that the "lap dances" took place on any old bench, and that they were essentially only an opportunity for the female to find places on me to touch with her various appendages (seldom breasts; usually knees, elbows, head) but not an opportunity for the male to find places on HER to touch with anything at all. I guess it turned out OK to drape my hand across the small of her back or the sides of her hips, while she ground on my lap with her butt, thighs, etc. But that's pretty low mileage, in my experience. I did enjoy the fact that the drinks were 2-for-1 during "happy" afternoon hour (isn't that against the rules now? Giuliani missed a trick!), and they were only as high as "typical" tourist-zone Manhattan prices -- $13 for Jack & Coke, $9 for soda. My experience was very positive from the customer-service point of view (except that the roving masseuse was a bit pushy and kept refusing to take "no" for an answer, and was mildly misleading initially about the fact that the service wasn't free; but hey, she was in fishnets, I knew she was hustling!); but neutral to negative from the mileage point of view. I hadn't expected more. I would be back if I HAD to, but I'd rather go to a club where there's more opportunity for my hands to roam, my lips to latch on to a nip, and maybe some back-room TRUE mileage (for a fee; this is NYC, after all) with the lady of my dreams.