Stay away from Skyy!

Stopped in here on a Saturday night on my drive to Atlanta from PA. First impression was that seems to be well kept and plenty of TVs in the main room to catch the game. My night started with a georgeous brunette (9/10) who claimed to be working her way through school - imagine that... After a few quick beers And conversation we started with a three song private dance where she certainly has a talent for dancing.

With the bouncer in partial view of the booths, she didn't seem to mind roaming hands so long as the bouncer didn't see. I find it ironic after the fact of course, but this girl mentioned to me that if a girl named Skyy introduced herself to me I should act disinterested and look elsewhere!

Like most men I suppose, I thought to myself, how bad could she really be... Skyy was a cute girl, 5'-3"ish with fake B-cups that were as firm as balloons filled with sand - she'll be the first to advertise and let you feel them. Long story short, she was so persistent about wanting to go to a VIP room that I tried to brush her off as soon as I realized she wasn't going to stop asking. Then the guilt trip started about how the 30 minutes she spent sitting beside me cost her $500 because her favorite club regular was there and he was a sucker every time for that money.