The recovery of Hawaii Theatre is...

The recovery of Hawaii Theatre is complete. The quality of girls has risen to the point that the true battle ax of the roster, Summer, got herself a boob job to compete. That, my friends, is saying something. It means she can't get by on asking 'Wanna come?' as a VIP lure anymore. Now if only she'd work on that halitosis and the smell of weed she carries around from smoking a joint during her break.

I went last night and have to report my first ROB however. It's so out of the norm that I still give HT a 10. I was getting those $20 full-contact lapdances for two hours, including one that just about had me losing it (via the excellent Kitty, another old-timer). The level of 'intimacy' has gone through the roof. You can even get in a few nibbles in areas that you'd never expect. My old friend Paige was back after a 9 month absence and, in the middle of grinding on me, laughed and agreed when I asked 'It's a little more grabby these days, eh?' By the way, Paige is among the best class of the place, but she won't be there long and doesn't do VIPs with everyone, so hurry to catch her before she goes full-time in her main career in West LA.

Throughout the night, every lap was a killer experience. But one stood out over all the rest for its unexpected passion. So to the ROB story...long story short, it was a case of the girl counting 7 songs in the VIP when I know it was only 4. That, fellow SC lovers, is a difference of $120, exclusive of tip.