Thee Dollhouse is in a nice commercial area right on Highway 17, the main north/south drag running through Myrtle Beach

Thee Dollhouse is in a nice commercial area right on Highway 17, the main north/south drag running through Myrtle Beach. Its actually in North Myrtle Beach, about a 20 minute drive from Myrtle Beach. Since I planned on also visiting The Masters and Chez Joey, which were in Myrtle Beach five minutes from my hotel, I made this one the first stop on my Tuesday night circuit. When I pulled in there was a sign for valet parking, but the valet was standing by the door talking to the doorman. He looked up when I pulled in but didn't make a move to come around to the driver's side. I rolled down my window and asked him how much to park. He told me $4 for valet parking but that it was free to self park behind the building. I hate valet parking so I drove behind the building to park. The lot was very small but also mostly empty. Cover charge was $5. This is an upscale club. Definitely qualifies as posh in every respect. The doorman was wearing some kind of funky looking striped tuxedo looking outfit. All of the bouncers were wearing black suits with ties and secret service type earpieces. The club has the look of fancy country club. Dark wood and brass and everything clean and well maintained. The place was dead, as to be expected on a Tuesday evening during the off season. There were maybe 15 or 20 customers, about the same number of dancers. The place is big so it looked mostly empty. There is one center runway stage and two smaller satellite stages that were never used while I was there. The girls were mostly white, 30ish MILF types, probably in the 7-8, maybe 9 range. I didn't see a my that I would rate a 10. From previous reviews I knew this was supposed to be a high end place and I was expecting better quality. But this was a Tuesday during the off season, so maybe this was the "B" Team. In any event 7-ups are not bad and there wasn't one in there I wouldn't mind having a romp with. All of the girls wearing evening gowns when not on stage, which adds to the high class feel of the place. I sat at the bar per my usual custom and ordered a gin and tonic, which cost $7.25, average for a strip club. Within a couple minutes a meaty blonde sat down next to me. She was heavier than I typically like, particularly in the ass, but I understand that could be a huge plus for some guys rather than a minus. What I did really like about her was her magnificent natural Ds that were trying to spill out of top of her gown. I was torn between shooing her away because of her somewhat oversized (to me) ass on the one hand, and on the other immediately asking her for a lap dance so I play with those beautiful beasts. Since I couldn't decide, I did neither and she sat the and chatted with me for quite a while. She was very pleasant to talk to, and didn't ask for a dance for at least half an hour. When she did finally ask she quoted $30, which seems to be the going rate in the area. I tried to negotiate two for $50, but she was resistant, so I went ahead and agreed to $30. The $30 price is also posted on a sign at the entrance to the private dance area, so at least that was confirmation that $30 is the "real" price, though of course it is really up to the girl and the customer. There is a keypad at the entrance to the private dance area. Each girl enters a PIN when going in and the number of dances are then tracked automatically, or so I was told. The private dance area is a row of open booths with no real privacy,but we were the only ones back there. The bouncer never checked on us, but the layout didn't suggest extras were a possibility. Dances seem to be a reasonable 3-4 minutes in length, maybe even a little longer. I didn't time them. In the back my blonde ditched the gown immediately and released those beautiful boobs. I have been unpleasantly surprised occasionally when a dancer takes off her top to reveal flabby boobs that needed support to maintain an illusion. That's why I almost never get a lap dance without first seeing the girl on stage. This was not one of those unpleasant occasions. In fact, this was one of those even rarer occasions when my perverted expectations were exceeded, and those expectations were pretty high because I had been staring at her breasts and fantasizing about them for the past half while pretending to look her in the eyes while chatting. After release, those giant pearly white natural globes seemed to defy gravity and float. Each globe was topped by a giant, puffy nipple, bigger than a silver dollar, that seemed to sit on top of her boob like giant, delicious strawberry. Ok. Enough of that or I will need to go take a cold shower. Dance quality was excellent. She climbed all over, encouraged groping, stroked my junk, and even engaged in some LFK. In my experience, that's just about the rarest thing of all. Most strippers will suck your dick before they will kiss you. After a couple of dances I went back out to the bar. My plan was to finish the drink and the head south to the other clubs. To my surprise, she joined me again at the bar instead going on the hunt for another mark. It must be my my handsome good looks and magnetic personality. Either that or the fact that the club was dead and she had gotten a glimpse of my wallet. Either way we had a few more minutes of pleasant conversation, and after some more staring at her tits, I took her back for a couple of more equally good dances. Then I headed down the road. I was told that during golf season the place is packed with well heeled golfers and many more girls, so it is likely to be a different experience from what I had