Having struck out at the Sands,...

Having struck out at the Sands, I cut my losses ($106) and went to what I usually think of as a sure thing: Centerfolds. The typical "it's a disaster" physical appearance of the place may be read in many previous reviews, and still applied this evening. The $20 cover got me up to $126 for the night. There were two dancers in the house, and a pretty cute door girl. Aren't they always? First dancer (Pepper) was a tall young AA, with great curves, and a rather serious attitude about pole tricks. Like I give a fuck about that. She came right over, since I was the only guy in the room, and asked if I wanted a private, which I temporarily declined. She then wanted to sit and talk. She had that Valley Girl accent that black chicks sometimes get, and I was kind of digging it, and was considering taking her for a spin. During this time, Avalon got up on stage. She is pretty cute in a slightly too young trailer park Juliette Lewis kind of way (hot, in my book), and had what were quite clearly a mismatched set of C/D's. As in one C and one D. Reminded of a girlfriend from a while back, and WTF while they do look a bit odd, you can always switch up if you're getting bored with one size or the other! Anyway, I figured that Valley Girl was going to be too square for what I was looking for. Just in case, when she pushed the private option again, I popped the question: if I buy a couple of dances from you, and put on a cover, will you jack me off?" She looked at me like she was thinking, "what new low is this?" and said, "no I don't do that". I was graciously cool with that. Before she split, she looked at me quizzically and asked "you really came here tonight for that?" Smiling and nodding, I was thinking, "yeah, DUH", which is not at all off base, given my 1000 or so prior experiences at this place. So Valley Girl stalks off, and a few minutes later, Avalon is walking up, asking for a private, naturally. I agree, we head to the new improved more-private-than-private area (nice), and get a rather aerobic grinding that seemed designed to break all three of DCH Jr. and the Boys on the way to the pleasure dome. I can respect that. I got the C/D combo out myself, a bit odd that she didn't whip them out herself, really. My hands were allowed everywhere I like to go (not a stinkfinger man myself so I can't comment on that) and after one $20 dance, I popped the usual question: can I cover up and get a handy? She told me "I don't do that". Upon further prodding, offers of more money, etc., she actually told me "no, I can't. I'm a GOOD stripper". She may have seem my jaw drop a bit on that one. Always the gent, I paid up, hugged it out, called and Uber, and went the FUCK home.

Cash out: $146 + 2 x Uber rides

ROI: energetic dances from hotties with free ranging boobs, but no handy!