Sometimes it’s Great, Sometimes It Isn’t

I’ve been here 3 times, the first time with a friend, he next two times by myself. Trip #1 was excellent. The club was packed with beautiful women, and you had your pick. The moment you passed on a woman who didn’t quite do it for you, another would come along who would. I had 5 dances that night, with vivid memories of the girls, most of whom invited touching during the dance. My only regret is that I didn’t take any to VIP...

Trip #2 was solo. This time I overcompensated and went to VIP twice. The first woman was a knock out, didn’t even have a chance to give her a look up and down, but her face and her chest said it all. She approached me right after I walked in. Which is a mistake... and the 30 min dance was so so. She spend a lot of that 30 min talking, and the rest uninspired. She allowed touching until she detected the slightest sense of clammy hands. Next dancer to VIP met me at the stage. We talked for a while and hit it off. I wasn’t initially quite as attracted to her, but the connection felt nice (plus she had a great ass) and took her to VIP. Turned out to be a great decision. Sensual dance, lots of touching and grinding, kissing my neck, felt like it went forever. Even got her number (went nowhere of course but made for a great fantasy). Moral of the story: don’t go with the first girl you see at the door.

Trip #3, also on a Sunday Night (Trip #1 was a Saturday), had a different feel to it. That and I definitely wasn’t following my rule of being liberal with “no thanks.” Again I gave into a girl who caught me walking out of the bathroom. I wish I had a better look at her, that ass is important, and this one didn’t really have what I was looking for. Worse? There was definitely no connection talking over drinks at the bar. So what do I do? Of course I agree to a VIP dance. I’ll give it to her, the dance was very intimate, lots of touching and grinding, but just not the same without an ass. The rest of the night was pretty substandard. I just couldn’t spot anyone who was as attractive as I’d encoutered on the first two trips. What’s worse is that he women on the main floor had this trick of sneaking up on you in a way you couldn’t have a look at them. I was way too polite this time out, big steps backwards... anyway in a stupid attempt to save the night I agreed to vip with one of those duos. A couple of curvy Cuban girls. It was insanity. More amusing than anything. I kind of wanted to see how this would turn out. They call you Papi a billion times, and it’s kind of a turn off. Really high level of fake was just too much and our time actually couldn’t have ended sooner... which is crazy to say. Overall trip #3 was a bust with not so terribly attractive girls who snuck up on you, or attractive Cuban girls who just sort of stress you out. Papi, Papi, Papi, Papi. Never again.