A Lot Can Change in a Few Months

This is a belated review from Summer. I’m a busy dude and Follies has 1,000+ reviews, so what’s the rush? Last time I saw Follies was on a nightshift, and while I wasn’t unimpressed I wasn’t seeing the El Dorado of strip clubs this place was being made out to be. That’s alright. Not everyone sees things the same way, and 500+ clubs into my stroll around the stripper world it takes a lot to impress me anyway. If a club doesn’t suck that’s usually good enough for a passable review these days. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, Follies in the daytime is totally different club, just like shadowcat says all the. All the time. At least he did. Looking at recent reviews the place is hitting a lull and talent drain. The girls I VIP’d with (both white and quite talented) don’t dance there anymore, but this is a review of my visit not a book report so here goes...

Not that it’s a problem to repeat the same facts over and over again if they’re helpful and true. At any rate, was supposed to connect with shadowcat and missed the meet up due to some stripper drama that tied up one too many hours of my week. That’s why you younguns and daniel-sons need to keep your shit in the club for as long as possible. You guys at Follies have it fucking easy. You all know the drill by now about how the club is laid out, so I’m skipping all that. Got a friendly pat on the crotch on the way in to make sure I didn’t bring any weapon that wasn’t supposed to be loaded, and took a quick scan around just to make sure shadowcat hadn’t been strip-napped and forgotten to leave. Then walked up to the benches/stadium seats (whatever the cool kids call them) and they were already packed by 3-ish when I walked in. That was alright, since I was also scoping the talent that was grinding, groping and generally abusing a very willing set of customers.

Turns out there was some open seating in the front row of benches right where the stage meets up. Figures there’d be seating where cheap ass customers might actually be expected to tip for ogling the nekkid ladies. I tip, so it was all good. When I took my seat, about 10 seconds later I saw the dancer I wanted. She was stripper heels tall with a brunette bob, beautiful face and crazy-hot body. Nice perky tits, and a ridiculous ass for a white girl. Insanity. A few too many tats but otherwise flawless. There was a young guy on the bench beside me who looked like was lurking around Follies in search of his first lay. She was on his left. There was another brunette with a short bob off to his right. She was also stripper tall, but slender with a nice rack. Two handfuls. Like I said, the poor kid looked like he was on overload so I helped him out by peeling off the dancer closer to me for some chat time.