Pentjouse

A sign out front says "Where the magazine comes to life." Not even close. Okay, so it was a slow Tuesday night, so I'm sure the A-team was not on duty, but I expected a bit more. There was also a sign out front indicating valet parking, but there was no valet in sight. Anyway, I had walked from my hotel. There are several nice ones within blocks, and the area is nice so I had no concerns walking. Cover charge was $10. The building is very nice and well appointed, but dancer quality and quantity was lacking. There was a skinny (not slender, just skinny) Latina dancing on stage when I walked in, maybe 4 or 5 others sitting around at the lower bar with the same number of customers. Domestic eer at the bar was $4 or $5, can't remember exactly. There is also an upper bar close to the entrance but it was closed. There is a row of small VIP rooms with curtained openings. All the dancers were white or Latina, no AAs, ranging from 5 to 7. One chunky Latina was sitting at the bar with her butch, gang banger, baseball cap worn backwards looking girlfriend. Girl-girl action is a staple of Penthouse fantasy, but not this couple. All of the customers were older white PLs. A while after I got there one of the PLs took a girl to one of the curtained VIP rooms. They pulled the curtains shut, but left a gap so you could get a partial view of what was going on, which appeared to be nothing more than typical lap dances. I don't know if the gap in the curtains was left intentionally to make sure nothing more happens. Plus, a guy with a clipboard stuck his head in there several times. The skinny Latina girl joined me after she got off stage and started pushing for $25 lap dances right away. I wasn't interested but she hung around, apparently hoping I would change my mind. I didn't. I finished my beer and walked down the street to Thee Dollhouse. Maybe it's better on busier nights, but this place did not live up to its name on my visit.