Time To Branch Out

So I decided it was time for a change, and, although I’m not a fan of corporate clubs per se, this one had some decent reviews so I thought I’d give it a shot. It’s location is interesting: where 7th Ave. intersects Westlake forming the end of a triangle, monolithic Amazon structures rising around it, high end restaurants and condos, and this slightly seedy building sticking out like a sore thing amongst it all. Parking is where you can find it. Given the time, about 9:30 Saturday evening I pretty much lucked out and found street parking on Westlake almost directly across from the entrance to Fantasy Unlimited.

To get to Little Darlings you can walk through Fantasy Unlimited or walk around the corner to 7th Ave. 7th Ave. itself was closed off as construction continues on the behemoth that will be the Amazon Port. Walk in the door, go to the left, down the stairs to the subterranean lair that is Little Darlings. Pay your $22 entrance fee for unlimited soda, walk down a ramp and into the club.

Compared to the others I’ve been to it is quite crowded for space. Chairs clumped together facing a small stage where each dancer does two songs before shuffling off to the dressing room which apparently was to the right of the stage. The number of dancers clearly outnumbered the patrons of which, counting myself, numbered about 10. I was quickly approached by a number of girls, but they seemed to be pretty cool with the fact that I had just come in and wanted to check things out first. Although none of them were knockouts, there were several that were solid 7’s and 8’s. Finally one came over and slid onto my lap, and I immediately knew it was game over. Very cute, mixed Asian and white, nice natural C’s, long legs, and absolutely world class rear. Her name was either Elise or Alise or something like that.