This was my first visit to...

This was my first visit to Mons Venus in close to 20 years. Back when I was a strip club newbie, I thought I had found heaven on earth. I had never been to a place before where dozens of hot strippers walked around without a stitch and said hi by grabbing your cock. Where all around the club, lap dances with open fondling were going on for all to see. Compared to the topless clubs back home, where anything that was available had to be kept discreet, Mons seemed wild and wide open.

Not anymore. While clubs elsewhere have become way more debauched in recent years, Mons has toned down its act. The old "handshake" greeting seems to have nearly disappeared, as have the kind of raunchy propositions that used to often follow. Strippers on stage get as naked as ever, but they don't spread for their tips and show off the goods like they used to. The lineup of girls on a late Thursday evening looked good but not jawdropping. No real dogs, although a few were something north of 30.

What I could see of the dances going on looked rather tame. I guess I don't get as thrilled as I once did by seeing tits fondled. Much more than that appeared to be off limits. Still, I wanted to try one if only just to say I did. I turned down several girls who weren't my type, or whose sales pitches were lame. I had my eye on a petite blonde with a nice ass who looked hottest of all to me, but she kept hanging around other guys nearby. When she finally came over to me, she was so pushy about selling a dance pronto with no small talk that I lost interest.