Mind = Completely Blown!

VFM is off the charts! (though obviously YMMV)

Let me begin by saying that this club has a number of features that I really dislike. This was my first first club visit in Atlanta (or Georgia, for that matter). I just wanted to check the place out, but the only parking available is valet ($10). I hate valet parking, but there wasn't an easy alternative unless I wanted to park at the mall across the street, but it had signs up to discourage me. I grudgingly handed over my keys and proceeded inside. The lobby is very small, with a metal detector, but the lady at the desk gave me a pat down even before I reached the detector, and then ignored it. It was 6:30 on a Wednesday evening, so there was no cover, but the lady made it clear that a tip was expected in order to gain entrance.

Once I got inside, I was hit with something unexpected: smoke. It's been years since I've even seen a club that allows smoking (apart from the obvious exception of Las Vegas). I hate smoke, and almost left, but I thought that since I'd agreed to the valet parking I should give it a bit more of a chance. It was also very dark and fairly crowded and busy. In fact, I couldn't believe how busy it was for a Wednesday early evening. These are all things that tend to get me looking for the exit quite quickly. There were several stages where dancers tried to get some attention, but with little luck. The reason, it would seem, is that almost every guy there was getting some serious attention from a naked lady. The ladies themselves were all relatively average in terms of presentation, but that's where my negativity stops. I finally found a place to sit and it took very little time for a voluptuous, decent-looking young lady to find me and start teasing me in all the right ways. I've become mostly immune to a lot of this kind of thing, but this lady had a gift. Things started to happen south of the equator and she sensed it (not that it would have been difficult for her given where her bottom and hands were going). She asked me what I do for a living (just to hear me say I wasn't a cop), and then whispered an offer in my ear: VIP for $150. I'm not rich and I very seldom do the VIP, but 1) this one seemed very inexpensive relative to others I've heard of recently (e.g. $750 in Baltimore), and 2) she made promises that I simply had to check out. From my experience, probably 80% of women tune down the show once they get you in a "room", and I've certainly never had one follow through with what this one was offering. OK, she seduced me plain and simple, and I'm NOT complaining!