I visited the Detroit area last...

I visited the Detroit area last week for the first time in two years. Penthouse was one of six clubs that I visited and that I will review. I went there four times actually. Three times were pretty much a bust but the fourth was gangbusters. The best time I had was on Monday evening around 8:00 to whenever. It was a very rainy evening and as I was driving down 8 Mile, I encountered some partially flooded streets. I began to wonder if anyone would be there. Surprisingly, however, when I got there, I spied some real lookers. Young, slender, long-legged, natural tits, and cute. Just my type. They were hungry too because not many other customers had navigated the streets to the club yet. So one by one, I worked my way through all the honeys I could find. I was not interested in bonus-services, so I managed to get a lot of hot dances without popping my cork. The kind of dances that I used to come to these clubs for. Good mutual touching and sexy attitudes. It was really getting out of hand, though. Before I knew it I was down about 4 C's and I had to go to my car to re-stock on cash. Before I left I had blown close to 8 big ones. I guess I went a little nuts, but I haven't seen it this good at PH for a long time. The bouncers at the curtains made a few bucks off me as well. One even bought me a drink.<br>

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The other three trips were not as satisfying. My first trip to Penthouse was the previous Friday afternoon, just after I got situated in my hotel. Really desolate. I saw no girl better than a 6 IMHO and most were considerably lower than that. I stayed long enough to see all the girls go through their stage routines so as not to miss anyone. Nobody there that appealed to me, so I left and drove down the road to Players. <br>

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On Tuesday afternoon I came back, and it was almost as bad as the previous Friday. And in some ways it was worse. I encountered three ROB's. Two were slick about it and took me for the price of one dance, on some lame-ass excuse. I blew it off. The third was a curly-headed blonde who was maybe about 5' 10"or11" in the five-inch pointy high-heels that all the girls wear. I can't remember her name. When I stopped the session at two dances because I did not appreciate her mechanical attitude, I gave her the fifty and she said "That was four." This time I refused to be bulldozed and told her "It was two" and walked out. She was pissed no doubt because she was expecting a bigger payout from me. And she said a few things to me outside the curtained room, but I really couldn't hear her. Curly headed blonde. Watch out for her. I came back for the evening show, but it was not at all like Monday night (just the day before). I saw one of the girls that I had danced with before, but the rest were pretty skaggy. So I left again. I was flying out the next day. I was one for four at Penthouse this trip, but that one time at bat was pretty memorable. Too bad there was not more consistency. On the other hand it probably saved me a ton of money.