Weird Times With Beautiful Women

I've been here twice in the past month, both times early on weekday afternoons. I can see why people like it so much. Always a lot of dancers working, at least half of them are always well above my somewhat picky standard, and they're very approachable. However, for different reasons each time, I've not yet had that perfect afternoon at the Flight Club.

The first time was my first visit to a Detroit club and I was both excited and nervous at the thought that anything and everything might be available during a dance. I sat for a while at the downstairs bar until a dancer got on stage who I couldn't take my eyes off of. She had long black hair and the classic slim yet curvy swimsuit model type of body. Tall and looked like she was in her early 20s. I was confused that none of the handful of guests were tipping anyone on stage, which is pretty much obligatory where I'm from, so I didn't venture up there to give her one. But she noticed how intently I was watching her, and she approached me as soon as she finished. The conversation was extremely vapid, but I was into her and quickly took her up on the offer of a VIP dance. In the booth, I asked her what kind of touching I could do and wow did I get excited when she said anywhere was fine! After about a minute she asked if I just wanted a dance or something more. I stammered like a fool before agreeing to something more. As she started working on that, though, I noticed a pretty strong vomity smell. I thought it was coming from her, but it could just as easily have been something leftover in the booth (though it looked very clean). I considered calling the deal off for a moment, but I didn't and about another minute later (what can I say, the experience was overwhelming) I was getting ready to head back out of the booth, feeling about equally queasy and elated. I sat for a while at the upstairs bar where you can smoke, and decided that's the place to be in the Flight Club. I love sitting around in the area where the dancers conglomerate to relax and talk shop, and that smoking bar was loaded with beautiful women joking, telling their stories, and generally making me feel like I fit right in.

The second time was frustrating. Tons of women working, but almost none who really caught my fancy. It wasn't packed, but there were quite a few other guests and the dancers were pretty active in circulating and talking us up. Then the classic problem: women who I wasn't into kept sitting next to me and striking up lukewarm conversations. But there was one super hottie--a different tall, slim, curvy brunette from the one I met the first time. Piercing eyes. I think she may have been from Eastern Europe, maybe on account of those piercing eyes. We started talking just before her turn to dance (she said some things that made it sound like she's a wild one) and made a plan to talk some more afterward. But by that time another dancer, who was nice enough but lacking in spark, had camped out next to me at the upstairs bar. She was chatting about all kinds of things. The hottie sat on the other side of me, put her legs up on another tall chair, and gave me a great view as she adjusted her stockings in the sexiest way. We made eye contact and laughed about it, and even said a few words I think, but sadly I couldn't just ignore the woman on the other side as she kept talking. The hottie must have thought I was with her, and after another minute or so she started talking with a different guy. Nothing was happening with him, but then the hottie walked off and I was left feeling awkward. The woman who didn't interest me left too. I had been there for a while by that time, and this seemed like the cue to head out. Really poorly played by me! At least it was cheap.