Worth another try sometime

Stumbled upon some reviews of this place, so it seemed like a no-brainer to at least stop by while I was in the neighborhood on a Wednesday afternoon. At the door, the guy on his phone didn't even look at me. "Any cover?" The way he held up his hand, I wasn't sure if he was saying $5 or "hi, c'mon in." "So, no?" He remained fixed on his phone, so I walked in. Two ladies chatting, one dancer, one bartender. Ordered a bottled water and tipped a buck. Damn. Bartender was hotter than anyone I'd seen in the last 5 clubs. Young, thin,... nice rack, or at least I guessed it would be if I could really see it. Bottled water - $3.50. Tipped $1.

Took a seat away from the stage, with a good view of the stairs to the loft. The dancer, an older gal, joined me, said I was the only customer here. "Is that why there's no one on stage?" "I can get up there if you want." "No need." She confirmed that she was the only dancer and that the bartender was too shy to dance. "Even in private?" "Yep." Damn. Oh well, wasn't going to waste the trip. "Let's do one and see how it goes." Phone guy made change (gotta start carrying smaller bills) and upstairs we went.

Larger loft than I expected. Could have accommodated at least 5 private dances, although I doubted it ever got that busy. The small windows along the ceiling let in far more light than I can recall seeing in a private dance area. With the right girl, that would be a great thing. I settled into the couch and my joyous new friend undressed to her thong, which somehow didn't always stay in place. Funny that. Touching was encouraged and felt great, at least until I hit the surgical tape. Oh yeah. Sadly, that stayed put. Got a lot of 2 hand (nice technique), goal oriented OTP SSing, but she never took advantage of my very loose short pants. Oh well. This one time, when the thong wasn't behaving, I tentatively moved toward the exposure and she said those three little words. "You can touch." I did, and her voice seemed pleasantly surprised when she said I'd found "the little man in the boat." What did I look like? A kid on his first time.

A pleasant time was had by both, but I don't think either of us was getting anywhere, and had places to be. Thanked her, paid for my dances and tipped. She encouraged me to return at night, when more dancers would be there. As we got to the foot of the stairs and I headed out, phone guy didn't even take his eyes off the screen - he just reached out his hand to the lady for the house cut.

Same guy was still there staring at his phone when I returned on a Sunday night. Again, not charged a cover. This night the bartender was a little older, shorter, stockier gal, HUGE rack. (Guess a nice rack is a requirement to run bar here.) She tells me they have only one dancer. Huh. Get a bottled water - $3.50, I think. I give her a $5 + two quarters. She kept the change w/o asking. Nice. Dancer finally came out -- AA, tall, curves in the right places, but just not doing anything for me. When Shorty McRack bartender came by to check on me, I confirmed that no other dancers were expected and she, the bartender, didn't dance. Damn. She wasn't my type either but I would have loved to get some hands on them gigantic titties.