I Must Be Getting Too Old

Might be good for some, but not my scene. It was a mixed bag. Being a short stroll from other clubs, I had to check it out at least once. I did some research, so I had some idea of what to expect and did not have the highest expectations. Not exactly a clean, well-lighted place for sex.

It was a Saturday night and a large crowd, which I tend to avoid, but I had attracted some stage-4 clingers at the other two clubs I visited and needed to break away for a bit. And I was curious. Most of the girls in all the clubs are very gracious about it when you say that you are done and want to try someone else. A few bump up the pressure to the point where you are forced to exceed your own sense of decorum. I did not want to get to the point where my memory of the evening would be dominated by a negative encounter.

Anyway, there was no cover and minimal screening, so I had no investment. A bench lines the entry where about 6 girls were sitting. Most attractive, but none stood to let me take full measure; they were hunched over and engaged in chatting with each other. Most other reviewers reported being pounced upon. I did not have that experience. Since it was about 11pm, I guessed that the girls that were there for the intended purpose had been smart enough to engage customers and were busy.