I joined tuscl a couple of...

I joined tuscl a couple of months ago to research local area clubs that would be couple-friendly. My wife had agreed to accompany me to a club for our upcoming anniversary. She was more than a bit nervous, so I wanted to make sure I got it right. After reading the reviews, it looked like the Lodge would be the best choice. So –we headed over on a Saturday night (couples night). We opted to self-park and walked across the street. Got there right at 9PM so we were able to just sneak in with no cover charge. I won’t bother describing the décor – all the other reviews hit it spot on. Very clean with the hunting lodge motif in full display.

It was pretty crowded, but we found a spot along the back wall just up and to the left from the main floor. Waitress arrived fairly quickly, took our drink order, and got them to us reasonably quickly. My coke was $5 and my wife’s margarita was $11.50. Saw lots of dancers walking around – with an occasional table dance to be seen. Dancers were rotating every song on the main stage. We weren’t approached for a good 20 or 30 minutes, which was fine by me. It gave my wife time to settle in and see how things worked. She started commenting on the dancers on the main stage (real or fake, dancing ability, etc). I was pleasantly surprised by the number of natural breasts on display – from what we saw that night, I’d say it was at least 60% all-natural, if not higher. Dancing quality was something else, though. There were a few that made a concerted effort, but most were just going thru the motions.

The first dancer that approached our table sat down next to my wife and tried to start up a conversation. My wife wasn’t completely comfortable yet, so after a brief 2-3 minute conversation, she left. A second dancer came up and asked my wife if we were there to watch or to play. My wife said “to watch – for now”, and the dancer walked off. After another 10-15 minutes (and another round of drinks), a third dancer came up, cozied up next to my wife, and started a conversation. She and my wife hit it off, and my wife finally agreed to some dances, although she wanted me to get one first. Who am I to argue?