I walked in about 9:45 p.m....

I walked in about 9:45 p.m. on a Sunday evening. I have been to this club a number of previous times years ago when I used to live in Columbia and it had always been packed on weekend evenings, including Sundays. This time I counted a total of five customers, including me. This was the slowest I have ever seen the place, which is a fairly large club. For the first 10 minutes I was there, none of the three stages were in use. Eventually, a dancer went up on the main stage which was kept occupied after that. Neither of the two satellite stages were ever used (and I ended up staying there for quite a while). There were probably only about half a dozen dancers when I first walked in. Leaning against the bar (no barstools here), I saw a few more start to filter in. The DJ announced two for one dances at the top of the hour. I was approached by a tall, very pretty AA with fake tits who asked for a dance. I never say yes when asked for a dance if the dancer doesn’t even make a pretense of small talk, so I turned her down. A little later a very cute white girl approached. She said she was stripping to finance her college education. Aren’t they all? But she was very well spoken and seemed smart, so it could have been true. She asked $40 per dance, but offered the two for one deal that had been announced a little while ago. I have never paid more than $25 per dance here previously, more often $20, occasionally $15. Since she was offering two for $20 each, which is what I was accustomed to anyway, I bit. She gave a pretty good dance with a decent amount of grinding. She even grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits when I didn’t do so fast enough on my own. Overall, a decent couple of dances, but nothing to write home about. I quit at two, went back to the main floor, and sat down by the satellite stage. I was approached by a couple of chunky girls who didn’t do a thing for me and managed to fend them off. A few minutes later, I felt a hand on my left shoulder and I see blond hair hanging over my right. I look up and see a beautiful blonde, easily a 10, who asked if she can sit with me. I hate it when they sit down uninvited (or I should say I usually hate it, sometimes it works out OK). She then proceeded to sit and talk with me for the next several hours, and never once asked for anything! After I finished the beer I was drinking, I ordered another and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted, and we sat there drinking and talking for at least another hour. I kept expecting her to ask for a dance or propose the champagne room deal, but it never happened. In the meantime, a few more customers and dancers had come in, so they were a few more people there, but the place was still very slow, if no longer completely dead. Eventually, a friend of hers sat down and we had a few more drinks. Her friend was more business oriented and made the expected propositions for the two of them. I declined the champagne room experience as it was ridiculously expensive. I can’t even remember what was proposed; I just know there was no way I was going to spend that kind of money. She then offered couch dances at $40 each, which now seems to be the opening bid here. I talked this down to two for $30 for each girl, which was still too high, but I was in a good mood. I was having a very pleasant time so far with the first girl, who I really wanted a couple of dances from. She had been very nice and low pressure—no pressure really—so I didn’t feel like trying to bargain further, although I’m pretty sure I could have gotten the number down lower given the slow night. We went back to the couch room and I had a great couple of dances with both of them crawling all over me. We then went back to the table by the satellite stage and had a few more rounds of drinks. The wing girl resumed the business talk. Although she was definitely a looker too, she didn’t compare to the blonde. I declined the offers of more double couch dances and the champagne room. Eventually, I whispered in the blonde girl’s ear that I wanted to buy more table dances, but only with her. After a while, wing girl departed and we sat around for another couple of hours interspersed with trips to the couch room at 5 dances for $100, times two. I stayed way too long and had way too many drinks, but I wasn’t driving, so who cares. I have seen some of the recent reviews indicating that the experience here has gone downhill, but I had a great time.