Chris Rock was wrong

After reading the rev's reviews I knew I had to check this place out. I landed at the airport around midnight and rushed over in the rental car hoping that Sunday wouldn't be a waste. Traffic was a breeze so I got there with time to spare before they closed up their legs. Cover was $10 and beer was $8.50. The dancers seemed to stop stage dancing right as I got there. It's weird being in a club with nothing going on but watching tvs while listening to strip club rock/R&B.

Very soon a slim goodie stopped by to chat and we ended up on the couches for a few dances. Nothing crazy or worthy to right about. Kind of a boring grind. I cut bait after 2 songs. ($20 each) I asked about the upstairs but she didnt seem to know anything or encourage it so I figured she might be a newbie. Returned to standing by the bar, instead of sitting looking at still empty stage and was approached by another slim thing. She told me the scoop on upstairs. $120 for an hour to the house and it includes a crappy bottle of champagne and then we could play for a good tip. What's good you ask? Well it was way to rich for me. She said only 25. Careful readers - dont get too excited. She meant the equivalent of 25 regular lap dances. So $$$$$ plus the house fee. I said that wasnt ever going to happen. we instead did a pair of dances along the back wall and she renegotiated with a little hand pressure. She decided that she could probably sneak me upstairs (if I didn't care about the crappy champange) and would let me forage her pink valley for $$$.

As crazy as that sounds, my brain was thinking this was a bargain of almost 50% off! So of course in all my stupidity I agreed. We snuck upstairs and disappeared into a dark corner and the next things I know I getting a BBBJ followed by a suiting up of lil jimmyb and then its the front straddling humpditty hump. Lots of fake moaning on her part along with nice compliments about what was fitting in her. I was determined to release the proverbial hounds and was worried we would get caught or she would tell me time was up, so I stopped thinking about baseball and got my groove into her groove and filled the bag. The evidence was wrapped and disposed of on my way out the door and on to check in at the hotel. She offered up digits for a future visit, perhaps even OTC, but I'm sure I couldn't afford that, so i denied taking them.