Don't Stop & Drop, You will get rolled.

continued from my time at Stiletto's ( read that one first ) mere minutes before entering Temptations. I knew it was a mistake two steps in the door. Shabbiness visible in dim light and the faint tinge of an unpleasant odor I could not identify were the first two of many red flags that night I ignored before my downfall.

After leaving the short. dim malodorous foyer you pass into a fairly good size room. Unimpressive (any category) bar to the left, an elevated stage to the right and customer seating in a U configuration, more or less. In one corner was either a secondary pole/cage or small elevated area for the customers furthest from the stage, I guess. I took a seat left of the stage with empty tables all around so I would be easy to spot. Ha! There were several dancers crowded around the bar and a few customers (regulars?), two or three walking back and forth to what I assumed was the smoking area. Why they bothered is beyond me, the smoke would have been an improvement. Just as I was levering myself up to exit, a hot little blond (my weakness) with nice curves came over and introduced herself. I invited her to sit and she did, also asking for a drink. Here we go again, the drink hustle. Got the lady a drink and one for myself, hers was $25 and she readily admitted there was zero alcohol in the drink. I distinctly heard her order Patron and Red Bull (shudder) and said so. Dancer just laughed and told me it didn't matter what she ordered, there would be no alcohol for her or any other dancer. Management wanted them hustling, not tipsy.

So, drink in hand she stands up and announces she needs a smoke and she will be back in 5 minutes. Now, I'm not a good judge of time but even so I never wear a watch to the clubs unless its a $10 clone Timex. So, even I knew 5 minutes had passed long ago when the dancer rotation started over and I figured getting out of there for only $25 was a victory for me.

Then this somewhat older dancer comes out and all was lost. Nicely petite, dark complected and maybe north of 35 a few but she had the moves and the Look. We locked eyes several times or so I imagined but it was hard to tell. So I held up a few bills, gestured at the empty seat and she gave no reaction. Ok, I figured it would be one of those nights. I stayed to watch her finish the dance and got up to go. Now two things happened almost simultaneously. The stage dancer, April I would later learn and the long absent smoke dancer, no idea of her name, arrived at my table within milliseconds of each other. Conversation between them was heating up, (both had seen the bills, so blood was in the water) and before I ended up in the street I asked April to sit and told whats her name that I would do a VIP with her before I left. She probably didn't believe me but just in case she walked away.