I got in to town late...

I got in to town late so thought I’d try CR since their lunch buffet ran to 2:30. Paid the obligatory dollar cover and was led to a table by a nice brunette waitress. She took my drink order and quickly returned with it and a plate for the buffet. The food this day was well above average and the choices were a little more upscale than what you get at its sister club Baby Dolls. While eating I noticed there appeared to be approximately 13 dancers working with no one over a 7. Most were in the 5-6 range and didn't recognize any of the “fun” girls from my previous visits.

After finishing lunch, a very slow parade of introductions ensued. I was longing for the “sure things” that The Fare used to provide. I was about to go to Spearmint Rhino to take advantage of the January no cover special, when a very sultry, curvy, Latino MILF sat in my lap. She made small talk while she explored what was between my legs. After getting me fully aroused, she asked me to follow her to the corner where she could really take care of me. I told her explicitly what I was expecting and she grabbed my hand and off to the corner we went. She built a fort and was into the second dance, but still only giving me a bbhj. I reminded her what I wanted and she said she would have to get to know me better before going down on me. I stopped her after the song and paid her for the two.

Upon leaving the corner, I was stopped by Wendy. She was another somewhat fairly thick Latino whom I had turned down after finishing my lunch. She had been sitting in one of the chairs by our fort and apparently heard what I was asking for. She began to pull me back to the corner and told me she would give me what I wanted. I was very reluctant and was resisting when she said she would do $15 dances. I was still aroused and frustrated and said what the hell and followed her back to the fort. I sat down and a new song was beginning and she was about to start dancing for me when it hit me.....OMG...that was the foulest feminine odor I have ever encountered. Summer’s, winter’s, spring’s, and fall’s eve douche couldn’t take care of that. I immediately stood up just before she was about to start grinding in my lap and made up an excuse that I had a call I had to take. She said the song had started and I still owed her for the whole song. I gave her the $15 without argument and got out of there like a bat out of hell. That was something if you got on you, you would have to burn your clothes and soak your body in bleach to cover up that funk.

After I got some fresh air and was driving away, my conspiracy theorist brain took over. I remember reading a recent review for another Dallas club where a patron had a similar experience. He reacted the same way I did. I hope this is not a Dallas dancer hustle. As always YMMV, but you have been warned!