May Cure Me of Conventional Strip Clubs

I flew in from Europe late on a Saturday afternoon and had to overnight in Toronto before a flight to the US. I was tired, but felt like some entertainment was in order, so I started reading reviews of the airport strip club scene. I didn’t want to deal with the usual games and read a review of Allure, more a “spa,” so I thought I’d give it a whirl.

It was positively freezing so I was glad to finally find the place and get inside, around 6:30 pm. It’s not in the middle of nowhere, but isn’t in a typical place. I was properly greeted at the desk and inquired about who might be available. I had read that it was better to make an appointment, but that just wasn’t possible. There was one choice, Farrah, who looked fine, and I went for the VIP package.

I was shown to a nice room and told to help myself to soft drinks, and told to shower — it wasn’t immaculate, but I’ve seen worse. Farrah soon joined me, giving a big smile, and sitting on my lap. She hugged me and went over the rules, which were more or less, no penetration and nothing oral.