A Bit of Attitude, But a Good Time

Recently, I had three friends in from out of town, and they were hell bent on visiting the legendary Detroit boob bars, so I had to oblige. I did some research here on the forums and selected the Flight Club and Bogarts as representatives from each class of club. We set out on our journey at around 11 pm on a Friday night.

Flight Club: I thought Penthouse was pretentious, but this place takes the prize in being snobby. What struck me first off was the cleanliness in the place as opposed to most clubs. The staff are really on their game here. The club was a little bit smoky, but nowhere near the level of the Hamilton dive bars. The interior is spacious and generally smoke-free. Evidently they have a dedicated "smoking area" upstairs, which keeps the main dance area rather fresh. Dancers and waitresses were far more abundant, as well. We selected a table near the stage and ordered up a round of high-priced Sam Adams. As a thrifty (okay, cheap) guy, the valet, cover charge, pee fee and VIP fee annoy me. But, to have fun, one must pay to play here. Typically, at a club like Bogarts, cigarette butts littered the floor, as well as a strong smoke / sweat smell that always permeated clothing upon contact. We sat at a small table and a crooked-toothed "waitress" came over to ask for our drink preference. A few beers set us back around $30 or so, unsurprising in strip clubs. I could tell by the comings and goings in the private dance areas that we were on to something here. Not ten minutes after we sat down, I had two dancers hovering over me asking for private dances. Based on what I've read here in the forums, I eyed up a smoking hot Russian dancer for my first private dance. My understanding is that you can probably get more mileage from the Russian girls, and she was beautiful to boot. She tried hard to escort us up to the VIP, where you pay the $20 "room fee”. We were not in a hurry, so we passed on the immediate offer of ‘dances’. That may have been a mistake. My biggest complaint here is that after the initial visit, of the ten or so other dancers that we saw in the rotation, none ever came over to our table to talk to us or offer up private dances. Word must have spread about us. From what I could tell, they would just hang out at the bar or around a few obvious regulars. As I began to observe and pay more attention, I noticed that none of them seemed to want to be there in the first place. I saw not one smile. After a couple hours of this, we wound up leaving earlier than expected and went to Bogarts. Girls, you really lost out on a great deal of money. I'm not a big spender, but my buddies all were.

Bogarts: Immediately upon entering this place, I knew we were in a totally different environment than Flight Club. Cigarette smoke was thick, and hung in the air like a fog. We grabbed one of the few tables available and ordered a round of beers-about the same price as across the street. I saw an old favorite, Brooklyn! She spotted me and I was done! I was then led to one of the new, private booths. Several stall-type booths with curtains were available, nice dim lighting. The new seats in the stalls were awesome, as I was expecting a metal chair as before. These were actually all outfitted with comfortable padded cushions that allowed for you to sit and recline while the dancers do their thing. My brunette hottie immediately lost her clothes and we began a slow, grinding session. She let my hands completely roam free, grabbing tits and rubbing her crotch. Second song she pushed my finger into her ass, a favorite of hers. By now I was pretty damn horny. Before I knew it, we were both naked in a booth with two of my fingers inside her ass while she stroked my cock. Already rock hard from her groping, she slipped on a cover and began a CBJ. This was new for me. It was ok, but I'm just not a fan of covered bj’s. After a few minutes, I gently pulled on her arms, signaling that I was ready for some real fun. She used her spit to wet the unit, then suddenly tells me: " anal sex is more. I thought you just meant $$ for the BJ and regular sex. ". That was definitely not my intention, and her asking for more was a bit of a turn off. She finally relented and rode me RCG for a few minutes, with my thumb in her behind. I stood up, pulled out, and stuck it in her ass. It wasn’t long before I popped in the cover. She redressed, grabbed her things and walked out like she was offended, leaving me there to remove and discard the used cover. Overall, I had a good time, certainly better than I would have had at Flight Club, but for the new attitude of my girl. My buddies got plenty of attention, but got no ‘dances’ (dances? Anyone still call the sex at these places ‘dances’?) I think I will stick to my regular girls from the other clubs and pass on this place…