Afternoon visit to Peyton's

I decided to try out this club after reading the mostly positive reviews. The location may initially seem out of the way from many points in the NYC area, but it's only a few blocks from the D train, making it quite easy to access from most of Manhattan for non-drivers like myself. The area is sort of light industrial: appliance warehouses, big box stores and the like, and should feel safe for most even at night.

The club itself is deep and narrow with a pair of long, narrow stages separating the room into basically two hallways, one of which is bound on its other side by a long bar. The place is well-maintained and clean, but the layout is a bit awkward. Bar patrons will have their back to the stage, and there is little room for one to sit at the stage on the bar side without feeling very crowded. On the plus side, however, as long as the dancers traverse the length of the stage, any patron in the place will have the chance to be VERY close to the girl on stage. I can imagine the place being difficult to maneuver in once it becomes even a little crowded. My visit was in the afternoon, however, and so I didn't have to deal with this particular dilemma. regular lap dances are standard at $20/song, but are conducted in the open at either end of the stage, an area one would expect to be quite heavy with foot traffic at night. There is a private room, well-priced at $100/15min., but the privacy is not extensive here; there is only a translucent curtain that separates the room from the hallway leading to it.

There were five girls working on the afternoon I attended; four light-skinned latinas and one white girl. One of the latin dancers had an outstanding, lean and still voluptuous body, while the remainder were somewhere on the thick to chubby scale. It was slow when I arrived, and only one other patron was at the bar. The stage was never empty, though, as girls continued to dance one at a time making their way up and down the long stage. Dancers didn't have particularly professional looking routines, and shows were more just showing the goods and walking back and forth, occasionally stopping to play-masturbate and/or ask for a tip. I am under the impression that there are usually two or three girls dancing at a time during busy hours. I got a lot of attention, but not a lot of hustle (which is a rare and pleasant find), and happy hour drinks were cheap ($5 for domestic beer).