I visited Sensation on Father’s Day...

I visited Sensation on Father’s Day for the first time, because it was the closest joint to where I live that allows fondling of the girls. Now, it took me an hour and a half to get there, and frankly, that put me in a somewhat bad mood, because I thought it was closer. In any case, while I had some enjoyable moments, overall the club seemed in a downer mood as well. Just a handful of guys in there at 11:00, as was expected for this particular night, and they only dwindled as the night wound down past 1:00 a.m. The girls are a lot more upbeat and friendly at the Fayetteville clubs, in general. Also, the girls at Sensation seemed to pick a lot of slow, gentle songs to dance to. Maybe that’s part of the club’s schtick, but it didn’t get me aroused. Pussy on display in the girl’s second song, but that’s not really my thing. After a dance, the girl would come out and give topless dollar dances to every guy on the floor (no touching allowed at this point), which was a great way to sample their techniques and get their boobs in your face before deciding whether you wanted a pricey private dance with full fondling. Unfortunately, the seven girls on duty on this slow night spent more time on average in the dressing room than out on the floor. This helped contribute to the slightly depressing atmosphere.

As to the staff: there were four or five bouncers there, and when you go for a dance, they stand nearby and keep an eye out. I didn’t find it too obtrusive for the most part, though. The house mother who was waitressing had the best, biggest tits in the place, and I got a “dollar” dance from her at a “five dollar waitress special” rate. Man, she let me suck on her nipples, right there on the main floor. Definitely worth the five for that minute of bliss. There was no drink hustle that I could see, although guys were buying girls drinks to command a little more of their time. I didn’t see what those cost. After the free drink that came with my $15 cover charge, I only bought one other Coke ($3) in my two hours there, and didn’t feel pressured to buy any more. Maybe that’s just because they didn’t want to scare away any of the precious few spenders that night, I don’t know.

The girls: there were only three who had tits big enough to make me interested, and several of the girls, unfortunately for me, were of the mosquito-bite variety. Personal taste here, I suspect, as they were still athletic and generally pretty, in the 6-7 range. Some pretty impressive pole work, and the girls give a bit of contact to guys at the rail with dollars in their mouths. Not as much action at the rail as at Missouri HOTS, but more than Arkansas laws allow, which is zero. I will note that a few of the girls had less-than-perfect teeth, if that bothers you. The first girl who came up to me within two minutes of me sitting down was the most juggy one there that night, lucky me. Short blonde, with dangly, all-natural D-plus boobs with perky nipples, which I had the pleasure of sampling later. She convinced me to go for the $100 VIP room treatment. The room is a closed-door place, with a frosted-glass window letting in ambient light and a window in the door for a bouncer to check in. There was a trash can in the room with some wadded up tissues in it, but I never whipped the little fellow out, and have no idea if previous customers got away with it. You get three songs in there, and it wound up at a good 15-20 minutes, I think. The seating is a sort of chaise-lounge, and I was instructed to lay down full length on the thing. (I was warned at one point to keep both my legs up on it.) There may be a second, lesser VIP room without the bed-like accomodations, so if you’re up for spending the big bucks, I’d make sure you were getting the furniture you want. The girl had escorted me back to the room in nothing but a thong, so there was no undressing teasing, which kind of disappointed me. But as soon as I was laid out, she climbed aboard, straddled me and started humping, and did so for just about the entire time. Unfortunately, I wasn’t wearing the best pants/boxers combination for this, and frankly she was leaving the little general feeling more raw and abused than stiff and happy. But my hands got plenty of action on her tits, and she let me suck her nipples quite a lot when the bouncer, apparently, wasn’t looking. His door window was above and behind me, so I couldn’t see when he was hovering, but the girl occasionally glanced up at the window late in the dance, so I had a good idea when I wasn’t going to be enjoying the jugs in my mouth. She never touched my crotch or even my thighs at all, aside from her humping. After it was done, she asked for a tip, as I had heard she might. I gave her a five, and she left without giving me a hug or any sweet comment. I didn’t get any more attention from her for the rest of the night.