Didn't meet my high hopes

We had no plans to visit Lace or any other club in NYC but you can only walk so much before you need to sit down for a while. We figured why not sit there and check out some different sights. If memory serves, the cover was $20/guy, which is basically what we all pay back home. Seeing how many beautiful women are just walking around the streets of New York, we had high hopes that the club would feature the best of the best. Don't get me wrong, the girls were attractive, but we saw more stunners on the sidewalks.

Most of the girls were international, particularly Russian and eastern Europe. They weren't aggressive, but they definitely pushed for the VIP. I had "you like pussy?" whispered in my ear quite a bit. (For the record, the answer is "yes".) The suggestion was that we'd get to play a bit more in the private rooms, but none of us bit on the offer. We'd all heard stories about the pricing in NYC, and none of us came ready to drop a G-note to have an hour of fun. (More power to you if that's your thing, but you should know that your money goes a lot farther out here in the midwest). The side trip into Lace wasn't a bust by any means, but it wasn't a fantasy either. If you're just looking for some fantastic eye candy, just keep walking around Times Square. There are plenty of girls that will turn your head.