Ah Scandals, my first NYC strip...

Ah Scandals, my first NYC strip club. You never firget your first, and from the night a lanky Eastern European girl manually adjusted my cock into an upright position for maximum grinding while letting me suck on her tits, I knew I had stumbled onto a special place.

Most of the clubs in the city are oretty straight forward, and, despite the mostly wishful promise of "something more", dropping cash for a private VIP dance in Manhattan or Queens doesn't result in extras. Most NY clubs, unless you're willing to flash hundreds of dollars to a foreign girl, abide by the Chris Rock Law.

Not Scandals, though. Ever eager to live up to it's name, Scandals is, or was, if their recent bust means a permanent shut down, the place to go if you wanted a full contact lap dance where you could suck on a foreign girl's tits and probably get jerked off after a few songs. Not every girl did this, but savvy club goers/prospective johns always knew what to look for; girls who still looked thirtysomething even under the forgiving cloak of club lighting, girls who looked more like moonlighting whores than strippers proper (and clearly were, especically considering all the otc offers thay were furnished), latin girls who could pass for gorgeous transexuals, etc.