I didn't even finish my Coke!

So, based on the myriad entertaining reviews about this place, I just had to stop in. Previous patrons have spoken to the divey atmosphere but I was not deterred. I have seen my share of low-end joints in Arizona, California, Nevada, and Texas, and this didn't creep me out. As previously mentioned, I would concur that Showplace is an establishment that you should set a timer or alarm to. Give yourself no more than 15 minutes to pick out your entertainment. Case in point-- I entered at 6pm on a Thursday and went straight to the troughs to drain the lizard/ get it ready for later. In my walk to the pisser, I noticed 4 entertainers. The light-complected Latina on the pole was a little chunky, but would do the trick. There were two behemoths (Black and White), so that was one fewer than at your typical Deja Vu. A taller brunette with cheekbones, fakes, and a decently shaped ass was also making her rounds. Only a handful of older mongers to compete with tonight fortunately. They all seemed to be nursing their shots and beer and watching soccer. So, I bellied up to the bar and ordered a Coke. I gave the dancer a silent "hi" to let her know I was game when she got off the pole. Sure as shit, the taller brunette (Liza) approached. Cute, heavy Spanish accent, and asked if I wanted dances. I played dumb, asked the costs, and probed about what happens during her so-called "sexy dance." CBJ for $60 and FS for $80. That was all I needed to hear. I stood up, left my Coke on the bar, and peeled off the $40 for two 3 minute dances. Based on previous reviews, I prepaid for 2 dances to try and ensure I got mine. Liza paid the rugged female bartender and got a red ticket. Liza then led me to the grey cubicle near the door. I gave her the $80 and assumed the position. As soon as I sat down I unzipped and pulled out my dick. She got a condom out of her purse, and proceeded to unroll it on my johnson with her mouth. I love that shit! Pro. Great head doctor and I nearly regretted paying for the FS. I pulled my shaft out of her mouth to try and get her to sit on it. She rode it like a champ with occasional fake moans. Didn't take too long to fill the hat. Immediately after I popped, I got the knock on the wall. Well timed, and she gets the credit for that. I will admit that I was a bit worked up after being in there for literally less than 10 minutes and finding my dick in some strange right away. That shit will put a smile on any man's face. Gotta love variety. So, to sum up: Showplace certainly met my expectations for a quick release. Would probably visit again in the next month or two. One Pro Tip for my fellow mongers: there is a PNC bank in the LA Fitness center. Hit up their ATM for $129 or so. The ATM gives singles, which will help pay for the quick drink or to ward off the behemoths. My only shortcoming would have to be my willingness to cough up the $80 FS. I am sure there are others in here who had Liza for less, but I certainly don't feel cheated. Until next time...