Tuesday Ain’t Gone, She’s at Lace
Went into Lace on an early Tuesday evening not expecting much. Been to a few clubs in north Jersey and decided to see what was going on in rockland. I didn’t expect much, but I had about half an hour to kill and wanted to see some titties and have a drink. Well I walk in (no cover charge) and there’s Latin dance music thumping in my chest as I hit the corner. The place looks very nice. Supple leather couch area for private dances and a few VIP tables in the back, with mirrors on every wall so you can see every angle. The club is comprised of four seating sections in a square formation around the stage, the bartender is between the seats and the stage serving drinks but is never in the way of the show. Speaking of bartender, they have a smoke show blonde in a corset working the bar. Friendly, nice, and cute as a button. She said she was new at bartending so I decided just to get a whiskey neat. Maybe it was a because she was new but she poured my drink HEAVY. Already a good sign. Finally, it was time to pay attention to the dancers. First girl was beautiful, tall, dark haired Latina with a gorgeous figure. Unfortunately she wasn’t really into the dancing, didn’t do much other than walk around the pole, and only took her top down about 30 seconds before the song ended. Gave her a small tip for her time, and thought to myself, “man if they’re all like this, I’m finishing this drink and getting OUTTA here.” But oh boy they were not. The next dancer, also a Latina with long auburn hair in a black slip on dress came on stage. She had my attention the second she walked up there, she had her tits out as soon as she got on stage and she had pulled her dress up just enough where you could see her light blue panties from the front and the bottom of that PHAT ass from the back. Pussy poking out the front and a wagon draggin out the back, my kinda girl. Girl was WORKING that pole, seductive and slow, nice eye contact with anyone looking at her, and that included me. I was hooked! My eyes were pinned on that girl for the rest of her set. I knew I wanted a private dance. She got off stage and collected her tips, she got to me and I knew from the look on her face, she knew I was hooked. I slip her a 5 and I ask for a dance. She tells me it’s $35 and she brings me to the couch for the dance (she does ask if I want a private room, but seeing as the dance alone was 35, I decided against it). And before I could tell her how I like my dances, she pushes me on the couch and rides my lap slow and seductive, just like she did the pole on stage, just what I wanted. She smelled like vanilla and skin glowed like caramel under those blue club lights. For 2 and a half minutes I was in bliss. Tipped her $40 for the good time, and she asked if I wanted to keep going. Unfortunately I was running low on time so I declined. She shot me with the same eyes she had when she was collecting her tips and I almost fell for it twice. Almost. I went back to my seat for a few more sets from the remaining girls and finish my drink. The last girl I saw was a shapely white woman. A little on the heavier side but she was curvy in all the right places, massive butt! True pawg if you’re into that. Girl got right to it, slipped out of her tube dress and was topless with a g-string on the moment she got on stage, and really worked the pole. I mean actually doing tricks and spins, climbing up and sliding back down. Very impressive and very sexy, surely earned a big tip. She asked me for a dance but I declined seeing as I had to leave by that point, but she was very sweet and understanding. I gave half of my remaining singles to last girl I saw and laid the rest under my empty glass for the bartender, and left lace a VERY happy man. I was legitimately impressed with the line up for a Tuesday evening. I had my expectations under the floor coming in on a Tuesday (this has nothing to do with the establishment, just knowing what types of girls go where on certain days at clubs). The girls were hot as hell and most were really working it, bartender was cute and poured with a heavy hand. Few couples there for dates, management walking the floor and asking people how they were doing. Nobody was pushy for tips and I felt nothing but welcomed while I was there. Honestly the only thing about Lace that I will talk about is the price for time in a private dance. $35 for 2.5 minutes is pretty steep, I’d honestly go $40 for 4 minutes or even $35 for 3. I understand the prices are going to be a bit steeper this far out from the city, but knowing how much $60 can get you (which is what I spent that night all-in) in north jersey, which is a short drive south from lace, it was almost too much. But because of the wonderful service from the bartender and girls, the friendly and clean atmosphere, I’d say it was a great way to spend $60. Next time I’m near the border and get that itch, I’m coming back to Lace for another good time. Maybe I’ll come on a Friday and see what the best they have to offer.
