I made it to Christies just...

I made it to Christies just before midnight on Friday July 15. There was a pretty big crowd in attendance, but not so big that you couldn't find a place to sit, especially if you wanted a chair at the main stage which was completely empty. For the most part, the girls at Christies look pretty good, I'd say on average they girls rate about a 7 on on a 1-10 scale, though your tastes and mileage may very. For every girl with exceptionally good looks, there was another who just didn't look like she belonged.

I got a bear ($4.75) from a waitress as soon as I sat down and hung out for about 20 minutes before being approached for a dance. Normally, I wouldn't go for a private dance so soon, but I was in a good mood, and the girl was quite striking. I wish I could remember her name, but she was a peitite blonde with a flat stomach (which I like) and a pair of nipple rings (which I don't), but she sat with me for a few minutes and seemed like a nice girl. So, upstairs we went to the spacious private area where she gave me two great dances for $30 each. According to her, dances are $20 without touching, and $30 with touching. That may be a little bit of a hustle, but she knew what she was doing once the dance started and she more or less demanded I keep my hands all over her. Unlike other places where the girls slightly move your hands away from their ass or tits, she kept moving them there if they ever slipped to my side.

But here's the funny thing. About an hour later she found me again on the floor, and had no clue who I was. She asked me if I just got there, and if I'd ever been there before. I told her she pretty much dry humped me an hour earlier, and I wasn't sure if it was a look of recognition on her face or one of embarrassment. Most likely, it was intoxication. Before leaving, I saw her go upstairs with a guy, and comeback down a couple of minutes later passed out as he carried her down the stairs. He sat her in a chair where she was out like a light. That's the first time I'd ever seen a stripper passed out in the middle of a club. Needless to say, the management loooked on in disgust.