It was time to check out...

It was time to check out the Fox after a long time away from the Cleveland scene. Six dancers. Probably 10 customers. It wasn't bad. It wasn't great.

Mainly it wasn't Akron. So the dances were more expensive and the contact was less fun and just less period. I only stayed for about half an hour, and I spent all of it with a brunette semi-cutie named Missy. Bought her a drink because that's how it's done in Cleveland and had some enjoyable small talk about the weather and her broken down car. Then we got into more suggestive stuff including "So, have you ever had a threesome?" and the news that if was interested in one, she'd be glad to set it up and participate. Since I'd just met her, I just filed that idea away. Sure wouldn't rule it out. She was acceptable for sure. We went over to the "private" dance area, which isn't private at all. It's practically a second stage, a raised platform with a regular chair and a barstool on it, plenty visible from all points of the room. The contact was better than the last time I was here. (I crossed the place off the list a while ago because the bar staff of a place where Mr. Happy used to come out to play had gotten totally freaked out about everything.) This time, at least her hands were allowed to wander a little. There was some pretty nice stick shifting and a halfway decent grind. She had no problem with me touching her hips and legs. Didn't try anything more adventurous, but at least it seemed like reason to hope they're not completely ridiculous anymore. So I might go back sometime, but I still like the Akron dives better.