No small talk here ...

I stumbled upon HOTT 22 after an event at the Prudential Center on Saturday night around 1AM. Easy access on/off Route 22 I believe. Plenty of parking. It's clear that this place used to be a popular lounge back in the day given the old signage. It's also apparent that 2-3 guys got together and pooled their lunch money to buy this place. An absolute shit hole but then again is that why we goto these places? After paying the $20 cover you enter into a dark room with a so-called bar to your right and long stage to your left. The boys used their change to buy some plywood from Home Depot to fabricate a bar; if you can call it that. The chairs themselves are padded or at least supposed to be; clearly they negotiated to include the chairs when they bought the place; none of them are safe to sit in. Within minutes you will be accosted by a female and no small talk; not even a name rather 'do you want a dance?' I said no just to allow my vision to adjust to the darkness having just walked in. But then a Cuban vixen approached with the fake bolt ons grabbing the joystick aking for a dance. interpretation = game on. And this is the reason why i have been here twice. We jettisoned to the open area in the back room with plenty of mutual touching. And then lube (yes lube) came out to moisten her kitty and provide some hand action that erupted a few minutes later. Now my bad that I did not negotiate this when she asked if I wanted more because after we mopped up, she asked for $200. For a HJ? Last time I was there it was $100 all in. But again that's my fault for saying shit like 'I will take care of you' later. Trust me ... if you want what these boards call 'extras' you will find them here and that other sister shithole 'showplace' in Dover. Those that read my reviews know I tell it like it is.