I made my second visit. ...

I made my second visit. It was a Saturday afternoon. I get a kick out of the fact that the church is the place's parking lot -- but it is. It was kind of slow about 2:30 when I first got in but it picked up quickly. That said, I was a little too late to get the best seating -- which I think must be the chairs along the walls (and where the relative privacy is apparent). I not only didn't get one of those, but the chairs available were comfortably but not-too-brilliantly they were the kind with arms. Chairs with arms aren't optimal lapdance chairs. C'mon . . . Anyway, there were quite a few really big girls I had to fight off, and they were persistent but they did move along. I had laps from the better ones. There was one girl -- long red hair, busty as hell -- who I would have liked to spend quality time with, but she wore some kind of protective armor up top. It showed her assets off nicely, but not good for a hands-on place. That was a disappointment -- and that points out one bit of silliness in this club. On the floor the girls tops are supposed to stay on. The more fun girls let things slip -- but just a little. the no topless rule on the floor must be enforced because it was taken seriously. Despite that, hands could roam. I guess you just live with the disconnect. I like the place. When I was leaving I was heckled by two girls in the church parking lot. They were drinking straight from the liquor bottle and aggressively told me to go back in I'm sure the church would have been proud of the scene.