Alright, made back out to Bunker...

Alright, made back out to Bunker Hill. I had a late night and couldn't get away such that I was going to arrive at the clubs around 2:30 am. This meant Paradise was really my only option. They are open until 4 pm (or later it seems if the club is hopping). Was a little worried based on the other reviews, but figured why not give it a shot. You ring a buzzer then enter through the outer door and there is a teller window to your left. Go up and the bouncer takes your cover ($10 for weekday at 2:30 am). You then step a couple of feet back to an inner door which the bouncer has to buzz you through. The door is old and hard to open, so give it a good push. Also, be sure to push it solidly closed behind you as I heard them reminding others to close it when they didn't do a good job. This club is very different than your usual SC. It is like a big warehouse with a central stage, some tables around the room, little mini love seat like benches around the walls and then some strange dark booths raised beside the door. As you enter, there is a big hallway to the left for the bathrooms. The hallway continues further back for the dancer dressing rooms. In the back left corner is another hallway with the 3 or 4 private dance rooms. As others have said, this place is NOT a comfortable standard strip club setting. All of the chairs and tables seem more like what you would find in a diner near the end of their useful life. The private dance rooms have adjustable lighting that the dancer can set. A standard love seat couch (except pretty old and ratty), and some table with a small fan and odds and ends. It really reminded me of a frat house room at college. There are gauzy curtains for privacy.

So, I walk in, expecting to see a dancer on stage and there is not one. Weird. However, I don't even make it to a seat before a friendly young lady comes up and asks if I want a lap dance for $10. I see people in these elevated dark booths with dancers. And a couple of guys sitting in the bench-type seats along the wall getting lap dances. Since I am already here late and I don't want to sit by myself at the stage with no one dancing, I agree. She guides me to a bench on the wall, straddles me and begins with serious grindage. Her friend starts a lap on a guy on the next bench over and gives maybe a little less grindage, but still great contact (I wasn't paying close attention, so it may have been as good). My gal is a thicker white girl and her friend is a tanned white spinner. I ask about what I may or may not do with my hands so as to stay out of trouble. She tells me that for laps, I have to keep them on the outside with no roaming. I was able to place them on her waist and hips with no issues, but no grabbing TNA. So, it is one way contact only. But that contact is pretty significant. I had to take my glasses off as she was motor boating herself with my face. I found nipples repeated in my mouth. Stick shifting was pretty frequent and she even clamped her mouth on Mr. Happy through my pants, bit down to apply pressure and blew lots of warm air while humming. It wasn't unpleasant. She then tells me that in private pretty much only her kitty was off limits for roaming hands.

I decide to go private for 20 minutes, but she works on an up-sell for the half hour. That was $150. She grabs me by the hand and we go into one of the back private booths. She has me put my glasses and keys on the table next to us, jumps on and begins a very aggressive two way contact grind. There is stick shifting, more humming, motor boating and as Maroon 5 says, hands...all over, and more. It was very worth it as she was very good at giving good dance.