Chez Joey

Chez Joey was the last stop on my circuit after visiting Thee Dollhouse and the Masters. It's probably a toss up between Thee Dollhouse and Masters as far as which is better. Thee Dollhouse has a nicer physical club, but on my visit the girl quality was slightly below Masters. Chez Joey is clearly in third place in both categories, and by a pretty wide margin. However, it may be the best value. There is free parking in front and a $5 cover to get in. The club looks like it was once pretty nice, but now looks dated, worn, and not well maintained. Most of the dancers also looked dated, worn, and not well maintained. There were possibly a dozen dancers, maybe less, half AA, a couple that were Latina looking, the rest white, ranging from 3 to 6, one of the Latinas was a possible 7, but she was tatted up pretty good. The crowd was also several notches below the basically white upper middle class crowd at Thee Dollhouse or Masters. Here it was basically lower class white rednecks and black gangster looking types. On a positive note, the bartender, a 50ish lady was pleasant and efficient. Beers were a reasonable $4. Several of the 3 to 5 range girls came by, but I wasn't interested. I had my eye on the possible 7 Latina, but she was being monopolized by the gangsters. When she went on stage I thought I would have a chance to tip her and get her attention, but the gangsters followed her to the stage and stood there the whole time. They were not making it rain. Instead, they just mostly stood there and occasionally fed her dollars. Shortly after her show I saw her leaving in street clothes. Since she was the best looking girl in the place I would need to set my sights lower or leave. About that time one of the white 6s stopped by. What she lacked in looks she made up for with sluttiness, rubbing up against me and fondling me. She pretty quickly suggested going to VIP upstairs. I looked up to the second level where there were a couple of rooms with curtained windows overlooking the main club area. She saw me looking and said "not there, in the back where there's real privacy and no cameras." I told her I usually start with a dance and asked her how much. She replied $30, but she also said the VIP was $160 and we would have a much better time (said while fondling my manhood). I asked how much better, and she said said it depends on what I wanted. I told her I wanted it all. She said I would be happy and promised a refund if I was satisfied. Of course I didn't believe that, but I decided to go for it. We went upstairs. There is a guy at the top of the steps that takes the room fee. Instead of going to the right where the curtained rooms overlooking the club were, we took a left through a door into the largest VIP room I have ever seen. The room was was windowless and probably 10 x 15. It was big, but bare; just a couch, and end table, and a trash can. She looked around for a second, then asked if I wanted some napkins to use after we were done. I said sure, so out the door she goes, comes back in a minute with a stack of cocktail napkins. She closed the door, stripped down, and told me to get comfortable. I did and got my money's worth. I tipped her an extra $40 for her effort. I went downstairs and sat at a table to finish my beer. She joined me and started telling me her life story. I learned she dropped out of school in the ninth grade and never got her GED.

Girls, let this be a lesson to you. Finish school.