Back to Oasis

I hadn’t been to Oasis in over a year and had an unscheduled opportunity on a Sunday afternoon. I’ve seen a number of recent reviews decrying the quality of the talent at Oasis in contrast to some of my own experiences in years past. I had been hoping for the chance to make my own evaluation and finally got it. Unfortunately, a Sunday afternoon is highly unlikely to give a true picture, but it was the best I could do.

On this particular visit I arrived at about 3 pm to find 4 other patrons and the same number of dancers. There was no cover and my Coke cost about $5. On a day when both the Phillies and Eagles were playing the multiple TVs were showing everything except the Phillies and Eagles.

Dancer quality was generally poor. Of the four dancers one was a 6-7 and the rest were, well, less to significantly less. The 6-7 was sitting with someone who acted like a manager, but when she walked past me to go to the bathroom I gave her the long stare that made her think I was a potential spender. She stopped to talk and we went to the semi-private lap dance room. In the two dances she gave me she gave a pretty good grind with no hand work on her part but no objection to my own hand work everywhere except the pussy. Her mind did not seem to be on the business at hand so I stopped at two dances. Another dancer approached me a few minutes later and talked a good game at the bar. (“You’ll get the best lap dance you’ve ever had!”) We went to the lap dance room and she began her work. Lots of mileage this time. After two dances she began to promote the virtues of the champagne room without giving any details. Having previously bought that pig in a poke (over $200 for a lot more touching but nothing more) I declined and decided to call it a day. She continued to press me on the champagne room, strongly implying that the experience would be better than any I’d had before. But I still refused and left.