Follies Lived Up To Its Rep!

OK I finally made it to the fabled Follies...I had been to Atlanta many times but somehow had never made it there. it is on the outskirts of Atlanta and I actually drove past it the first time. At 11PM on a Thursday night the parking lot was jammed....don't know if you have to pay to park there or not because I couldn't get in. Next door was a guy with a flashlight waving people into a lot; I asked the price and he said $20. That seemed pricey so I pulled across the street and parked into the mostly empty parking area of the shopping center; I got the impression that this wasn't strictly allowed but I avoided the roving security truck, parked for free and walked across the street. Moved through the security pat-down, paid $10 admission inside the door and entered the club. It was smaller than I had imagined from the various reviews....and it was jam packed with customers and at least 50 dancers visible, probably more. It was definitely a party atmosphere. I bought a beer and wandered. There were two stages, long runway like affairs in the midst of a bar on the one hand and tables on the other. Two to four naked dancers did their thing on each. 90% of the dancers were A-A, not too many stunners but no real dogs either. The dancers were extremely friendly and the hustle was not too heavy. As I wandered, a pretty, petite A-A dancer with blond hair came up to me and asked if I'd like to have a dance. Hadn't planned on it so soon but she looked too good to pass up. She led me to a row of seats that resembled classroom seats, with armrests and a place for your drink facing the back wall, where you could sit and get a dance without being so out in the open--but don't let me mislead you; it wasn't private at all.For one thing there were customers and dancers in the seats alongside us; for another, customers and dancers were constantly squeezing past; and then there were the kibitzers nearby. Nonetheless, my girl wasted no time in taking everything off and, fully nude, descended on me. There followed the best "hands on" dance I'd ever had in the Atlanta area. She didn't mind my hands roaming anywhere and she said "it gets better as it goes on", proving it by getting more handsy as I sprung for more dances. I had asked her how much for a dance and I thought she said $20 but it seemed like she was giving me three or for records worth for each $20. He sexy smiile and totally attentiveness was extremely pleasurable and must have had at least 45 minutes or maybe more for my $80. She asked for a tip and I gave her one; she'd earned it! I hung out for a while longer but that one encounter had satisfied me as well as any public lap dance could. Now Follies will be a mandatory stop on my Atlanta trips.