Thursday evening visit, about 9:15-11:00. ...

Thursday evening visit, about 9:15-11:00. Free parking, $10 cover, $4 bottled water plus a $1 tip to the waitress. About a dozen girls working; mostly white, two AAs, maybe one Asian and two Latinas. Most thin and a couple thick (one in a good way, the other not so much). On duty were Bella, Samantha, Lexie, Sasha, Rose, Rosa, a few others whose names escape me, and Paris, who is back working after more than a year away. I last saw her in December of 2013 when she was a spinner with nice boobs and long blonde hair. She now has short brown hair and has gained some weight, so she looks really different, but she's still sexy as hell.

Lap dances are done in the fairly dark Couch Room for $25, with the occasional two-for-$30 special, but they're topless only, your hands are NOT free to roam, and other patrons are within arm's reach. I was eager to check out the brand new Treasure Room, which I was told months ago would be fully private, full contact, no cameras and no interruptions. They raised the price of the limo since I was last there (30 minutes rose from $320 to $340), and the new TR is $300 for 30 minutes, so I paid the DJ and went for that with Sasha, who promised, in pretty specific terms, customer satisfaction on a par with the limo (which I have done on a number of occasions). Beforehand, I had asked about her rules, telling her I was used to FS in the limo; she specifically said she had no limits in the TR and was down for whatever I wanted, saying she likes to "make sure the customer is satisfied."

Turns out that was bullshit. Although I was allowed to fondle her boobs to my heart's content, the bottoms stayed on and she said I could only touch her down there on the outside of her G-string. Which I did – until the bouncer came in and said (politely), "Sir, please keep your hands away from the area around the dancer's vagina." WTF?? That was a major buzz-kill. She continued to grind on what was left of my still-in-the-pants hard-on, but there was no manual stick shifting on her part. There was a TV screen in the room, which I never understood in a private VIP room, but I was so bored after 10 or 15 minutes that I actually watched the baseball game while Sasha tried to keep my interest. And I don't even *like* baseball. I'm calling Sasha out as a ROB. What a fucking waste of time and money! Lesson learned. I will be in Atlanta in a few weeks, where I will make several visits to Follies to redeem my sorry ass.