slithery sistas...

if you got a rock hard that won't quit and needs to be ridden by a lively variety of hungry young sisters that def won't quit, make a bee-line for this ramshackle joint right over the border from our nation's capital...it's a grand central station of talent in all shapes, sizes and colors...eager to please an old (and only-for a while) cracker made to feel right at home in a variety of easy chairs and secluded corners...dances are a mere nickle daytime so tempting to sample, buffet style...the brothers (i.e. everyone else) on the scene seemed to prefer their grinders while standing, backs to the wall, better to access the fun bags...and believe me they'll grind you 'til the cows come home..or the milk spills...or the deafening, ear piercing and uniformly filthy and obscene rap drives you out to the bar in the next room for an airplane bottle of the hard stuff...two other disappointments were the complete absence of stripping during the lame stage shows and little to no handy activity experienced or observed during dances over three hours...undoubtedly better things occur in the VIP which was described as 'twenty for the room and twenty per dance, or whatever for whatever you and the girl agree to'...that ticket will be punched on my next visit with one of the two sirens in particular who rang my bells...kiko and trinity...two among countless, luscious, willing, caramel, energizer bunnies...and don't forget..parking is right across the street in a copious church lot...the good lord's offering to the prince of darkness....