sinclair's Review

I went to Babes around 8:30pm on a Saturday night. The cover was $6. A Sincweiser was $4.75. The club had about eight patrons when I entered, and there were about two dozen customers when I left around 11:30pm. The interior is sterile. There is a bar on the left as you enter, a clover-shaped stage with one pole in the middle of the room, and a lap dance room on the south side of the room. The couches in the lap dance area are like something you’d buy off Craigslist--used. There is minimal privacy for lap dances. Openings in the walls (doorways) allow people from the rest of the club to peer into the private dance room. The clientele was mostly Hispanic and black, but thug factor was not an issue.

There were about a dozen dancers on night shift. Close to half of the night crew is African-American. Dancers ranged from about a 3 to a 7 with one 8 topping out the line-up. Dancers perform three song sets on stage and almost nobody tips the show. I got about ten private dances from a dancer named Ana. She is a petite brunette with glasses, about 23. The grinding was good, and at one point she kicked it into high gear, rapidly banging her clit into my dick for five or six minutes straight. She shook for awhile and claimed to have had an orgasm. If it was an act, she had me fooled. She spent the later part of the night chitchatting with an old guy who must be her regular. Jazz is a fat black chick, numerical rating 2. Honey is a fit black chick, numerical rating 8. Clair is an Irish redhead who looked to about 30, numerical rating 6. Kat is a little thick, but still bangable, numerical rating 6-7. The worst dancers were the leftovers from the day shift or mid-shift. They were obese trailer park trash covered in tattoos. Luckily, they departed after 9pm.

Babe’s tends to be better than its sister club down the Pike, but you are still looking for diamonds in the rough when you go here.