Tons of girls, great variety.

I generally avoid Seattle strip clubs because there are just too many rules and restrictions. It's not the booze, I'm not a drinker. No, it's the lame restrictions. If I'm at a strip club, it's because I want to see some tits and ass, not because I want to sit a 100' away from a naked woman while sipping on a Coke. I compare Seattle area strip clubs to arena rock shows. But unlike strip clubs in better states, Seattle area strip clubs are like seeing your favorite band from the last row of the 300 level. Me? I prefer seeing a show up close, where I can almost reach out and touch the band. So needless to say, I haven't hit many clubs in Seattle, but I had time to kill after a wrestling show last Saturday and decided to hit Kittens. Gotta say, I'll be back. It was around midnight when I hit the club, and it was packed. I think I took the last parking spot in the lot. They were charging a cover that night, but the guy at the front thought I'd been in earlier, so far be it from me to argue, I'll save the $10.

The floor was filled with women. The lighting isn't the best, so it was hard to make out the 'quality' from a distance. I struggled to find a spot to sit and asked the waitress for a Coke and some ones. I didn't even have a Coke when I had the first girl on my lap, fresh off the stage. She wasn't my type, so I politely passed, and within a minute, had a new one on my lap. I didn't catch her name, I think it may have been Monica, but beats me. She had a soft, smooth ass, and talked about how I was the best looking and probably youngest guy here... You know, probably since the last guy. Haha. She put her hands around my neck, and down the front of my shirt, asking if I wanted to get a dance, that 'maybe I'd even get off'. I didn't realize it at the time, but I'm pretty sure we was checking to see if I was wearing a wire. I know that may sound strange, but I have that look. You know, a little to clean, a little to straight... And when she commented that for as long as she'd been working Seattle, she'd never seen me, it hit me that she probably thought I was a cop at first.

How much for a dance? $20, 30, 40, 100... It's like she was making up numbers. I said I had $40, so sure. She took me to the back booths, where again, there were a ton of them, and I was happy to see that the girls all had their tops off during the dances. I didn't pay a ton of attention to what was happening, because honestly, I was just trying to get a feel for the place. I just know when I'd had a dance at Club Sin Rock a few years back it was a weak 'air dance' with a top on. I asked Monica, at least I think her name was Monica, what her rules were, and she said she'd tell me if I broke them. That's always a good sign.