Unexpected pleasure

In my annual pilgrimage to the strip club mecca of Detroit, I tend to gravitate to the seedier clubs.. In the past seven years I've visited Bogart's half a dozen times and Henry the VIII about four times, as well as the Criket (up a notch on the strip club scale) about six times. Until this year I had hit the Flight Club only once a few years ago and had only an OK time, ending with a handjob for $100.

When I told a TUSCLer from Michigan recently that I was hoping to see a beautiful favorite at Bogart's but that she had canceled, he recommended that I give Flight Club another try and even named a couple of dancers there who might be BJ-friendly. Since my Tuesday afternoon visit to Bogart's was such a bust (see my recent review), I went to Henry's that afternoon and then decided to check out FC on Wednesday. I'm very glad I did!

There seems to be no way to avoid the valet parking, so I was out $8 before I even walked into the joint (though this mandatory fee is paid upon exit). During the day there is no cover. I decided to club like a boss by renting a booth for the afternoon, so that set me back $20. Almost immediately a veteran dancer in her late 20s, with a rocking body and an annoying voice, asked if she could join me. Despite her voice, I decided to give her a chance. The next cost was a Bud Light for me and a small glass of some sort of booze for her -- $24 plus tip! Now I'd been there for fifteen minutes and had already spent over $50!