Off-Night

For the first time in what I think is now five visits to The Penthouse Club, or an average of about one a year, I walked away unsatisfied, having not even taken a dancer for "dances." Alas, I am willing to write this visit off for a few reasons. primarily circumstances and timing.

I got in on the Saturday night before Mothers' Day a little before 9 p.m. Theoretically, this should have been a pretty prime time. However, as I sat down at a table, a few dancers approached and I didn't get a good vibe right away. The first two were fairly new. The first had only been dancing for a week and was energetic and spunky, but seemed to not yet have the feel of what Detroit dancers all, you know, "do." The second was in her first night at the club, but had danced at some other clubs in the area. I was moderately interested in the first, but not so much in the second. The third was a veteran of many Detroit clubs and looked as such, i.e. not very impressive. She asked me what "my type" is and I said it was either busty, flexible or cute, preferably some combination of all three with the priority being busty. She said I might be a little disappointed in that most of the girls there that night were on the skinny side. Ugh.

Ultimately, there were three blondes I saw that seemed like they might be worthwhile. Each one, though, had something go awry.