My long-time Chicagoland favorite

Over the last few years I have visited Club 390 at least 25 times, usually on either Thursday or Friday afternoon or occasionally late on Friday night, and have almost always left happy from enthusiastic lap dances. For a long time it and Jimmy's, also in Chicago Heights, were in a virtual tie for my favorite Chicagoland strip club, but as Jimmy's continues its transition to an almost all-black club, Club 390 is becoming my sole favorite. Another factor in Club 390's promotion over Jimmy's is that two of the few remaining white dancers at Jimmy's, named Jade and Ginger, have both ripped me off for many hundreds of dollars in recent months by agreeing to OTC dates in exchange for cash advances and then backed out of the OTC activity without repayment of any kind. Watch out for these two ROBs: Jade and Ginger of Jimmy's will make promises in exchange for money and then pretend that they've never heard of you. Now I have no desire to visit their club.

To return to a happier subject: Yesterday I was in Chicago for a conference and skipped out early in order to spend some time at Club 390 on the ever-entertaining day shift. Having not visited 390 since last summer, I was appalled at the botched remodeling job that has been perpetrated on the club since then. The large central stage has been made considerably smaller and the comfortable sofas along the walls of the room and chairs closer to the stage have been replaced, for the most part, with stadium seating on two levels. The new seating is both less comfortable and less conducive to intimate conversations with the dancers. The only worse renovation of a strip club in my experience was the one foisted upon the former Hots (now Vegas) in Battle Creek, MI a couple of years ago.

For about an hour and a half I sat near the stage, drinking a couple of $4 Bud Lights and tipping every dancer's stage set. Three of them sat with me, chatted for a while, and asked me for some dances, and I readily agreed in all three cases. The first girl was cute, quite young, and rather new at dancing, as evidenced by her unmemorable lappers. The second was a veteran of a more upscale club who hinted at the availability of extras in the VIP room. Since it starts at $350 for a half hour and I can get the same sort of thing for $150 in other Midwestern cities, I passed but did do some *very* hands-on lap dances with her, including lots of OTP stimulation of Deuce Jr. The third dancer took the prize, giving me the best three lap dances I've *ever* received at Club 390 or, perhaps, anywhere. I won't give any identifying information but will say that she let me touch her *anywhere*, including guiding my hands to her pussy while she was gyrating nude on me and letting me finger her. It's been years since an OTP handie got me off, but this girl made it happen with a combination of her beautiful face and body and our simultaneous stimulation of each other's happy parts. I gave her a $20 tip on top of $60 for three mind-blowing nude lappers.