Criket Review

This report will cover a visit I made on Sunday, November 8, 2015 during my first-ever trip to Detroit. That day I had spent the early afternoon at Bogart's and the late afternoon at BT's. I took a little break to get some supper and give my wife a call ("No, honey, I've just been hanging out today – unfortunately, there's really nothing going on in Detroit on a Sunday"), and from 9:30-10:45 I was at the Landing Strip. I was in the mood for a grand finale, so I headed to Criket, where I had had a successful visit the day before during the afternoon. I thought it would be interesting to see what it was like at night.

I arrived about 11:15. Parking is free there, and I had a free pass to get in that I had printed from their website, saving me $10. I forgot that the free pass says "Not valid after 11:30 pm," so luckily I just squeaked in. It also says "2 drink minimum" but that was not enforced. Bottled water (Voss) was $8.00. I sat at the bar, facing the stage with my back to the bar. There were not many customers and about 15 girls working, a fair mix of white and AA girls, and a Latina from Venezuela. I was in a prime position in terms of being able to watch the girls on stage, but the ones who weren't dancing were all over me, distracting me one after the other, because I was a fresh piece of meat to them and not many other customers came in during the two hours I was there. Remember, this was late on a Sunday night. The dancers definitely outnumbered the customers.

I had a good time talking at the bar with pretty much all the girls, including Cherry, a friendly, young and curvy AA gal, who rubbed her bikini-clad body all over me and engaged me in a wide-ranging conversation which included her asking me for advice on how best to lick a girl's pussy. She asked *lots* of questions about that! ("Where do you start, at the top or at the bottom?" "Do you lick fast or slow?" "Hard or soft?" "What if it doesn't smell good -- *then* what do you do?") I always thought that girls knew instinctively how to lick a woman, since, presumably, they know what they like when it's done to them. Being fairly adept at the oral arts myself, I was happy to give her some tips, and was seriously considering giving her a demonstration in the VIP, but I thought, "What if it doesn't smell good -- *then* what do I do?" (Just kidding.) She ended up moving on and other girls swooped in, one at a time, to try to convince me to hit the VIP. Finally chose a skinny blonde I thought looked pretty hot and willing. We settled on a price, went on back to a very private room, and enjoyed as good an a cappella version of a Billy Joel song as I have ever heard. Man, could she sing! I imagine that she must gargle pretty regularly to keep those pipes lubricated. It was 1:15 when I left, and back in my hotel I slept like a baby. I'm not sure when I will get back to Detroit, but if and when I do, Criket will definitely be on my rotation.