I won't come back, ever. This...

I won't come back, ever. This was my first visit and I was shocked at the $20 entry fee. To my relief, the entry included unlimited drinks, although you still have to tip each time you're empty. Overall the girls were OK, but not as good as I was expecting. There were no girls higher than a 7, IMO. Some were thin with no breasts, others with nice breasts but cottage cheese butts, and a couple who made up for their unattractive bodies with better shows on stage. Clubs usually have a couple of 9's or 10's, but I didn't see any here.

I was hit up by 4 dancers within 6 minutes of sitting down. One girl made it through her rotation on stage before I even had a chance to look up. Unfortunately, all of those asking for dances looked desperate and were a little bitchy when I told them I just arrived and wanted to relax for a few minutes before diving in. The DJ announced an hourly special after a few girls had been on stage and I was approached by a couple of girls before an obviously over-40 MILF made it to me. I could tell she'd make it to me and she wasn't as completely off-putting as the other women, so I took her up on the special. We grabbed the last seat in the VIP area and she got to work. As I have experienced with older dancers, she was very sensual and enjoyable. Unfortunately, I couldn't get over her wrinkly face and side-cocked bolt-ons. She worked out and had a decent derriere, but that wasn't enough for me. The DJ cut the songs at 2.5 minutes, so the special really wasn't. I tried to negotiate a 5-song set, but the dancer said no, so I moved on.

My original seat was taken and I moved to another seat. I saw a dancer on the small stage who I wanted to watch and tip and as I was getting up, a tall, thick dancer approached me and chatted for a minute before asking me for a dance. I politely declined, telling her I was just headed to the stage to tip the Asian dancer. She huffed as she turned around and literally swung at the soda in my hand. Needless to say, most of the contents ended up all over me and my pants. She halfheartedly apologized and said she'd get a towel. I watched as she walked around the club hitting up other patrons. I went to restroom and cleaned myself up. Luckily the bartender had given me a Diet Coke instead of the Coke I had requested, so I wasn't a sticky mess. After I came out, a waitress noticed I was still wet and asked what had happened, I pointed to where I was sitting and explained what happened. We walked to my former seat and she cleaned the ice and soda off the table and seat after apologizing.