Poor Dancers

This has been my go to club for many (20+) years, with a number of positive reviews. However during the last trip before this one, I encountered a real hustler who did not deliver at all in the CR with lame excuses that the $300 was for the privacy.. Well WTF, if nothing more then a regular LD is going to happen what do we need privacy for.

So I figured it was an off day and hit the club again last week. The newest addition is a metal detector. OK, no problem I would rather they be safe then sorry in this crazy day and age. Came in and there was a very classy looking dark haired girl talking to a guy at the bar. Dressed in a nice dress and did not look like a dancer. Figured it was the guys date the way they were chatting. I always start at the bar, have a drink and scope out the situation. Lot was full of cars but there seemed to be only about 5-10 patrons and maybe 5 dancers and 3 "massage" chicks. Don't know where everyone else was.

On the stage was an enthusiastic dancer, but not my type. She was followed by several who looked hot until they disrobed and they were loaded with tats. I like one or 2 simple tatas but this was like wallpaper. A turn off to me. But hey, others like it.

Next thing I know the classy lady at the bar is standing next to me and starting the dancer intro. I was intrigued but she had zero enthusiasm, personality or presence. Seriously this woman was either completely stoned, seriously depressed, but not in the right line of work. Again, attractive and very girl next door, but would just stand there saying nothing for 3-5 minutes. Attempts at conversation were met with one or two word responses. The only multiple word utterances were suggestions of LDs or CR, which I declined.

Sat around for about 30 minutes and non of the other dancers were making the rounds. Was ready to go and Ms. personalty showed up again pushing a LD. I figured I might as well give it a try. When we got into the back room she suggested that for $60 she would do 2 all nude so I went for it. She disrobed like she talked. Just pulled her black dress up on her shoulders and then sat on my right leg sort of rocking back and forth, suggesting every 30 seconds that we go to the CR for a good dance. I was so bored that I almost ended it at the first song. It was a very strange experience. Oh, she blew in me ear once.