Not in a hurry to go back

I was a regular here for many years since it first opened. The layout and atmosphere haven’t changed. The vibe has always been of a corner bar hangout. Girls ranged from pretty rough to decent looking with 8+ pretty rare. There were some GND-types that were fun to hang out with. They’ve never had a permit to be topless and girls are supposed to wear pasties. In the past the girls could get away with going topless. You always had to keep your hands off in the couch dance room and you were in plain sight of the bouncer. Even so there were girls that would take care of you there, blocking the action with their body and hair. They must have been giving the bouncer a cut. Since you were zipping up and buckling your belt, it had to be obvious what was going on. Springing for the VIP was a sure thing if a girl gave a handshake during the dollar parade. The fun girls moved on and more and more it I was just pounced on by one after another of the aggressive ones trying to drag me back. I cut back my visits and then stopped going in completely.

It had been at least a year since I had been there when I decided to drop in. One thing I noticed was that the girls wore full tops, not eve pasties or “tittie-tape”. So they were certainly enforcing the rules. A lot of girls I didn’t recognize of course, but there were a few there I knew. Jay-Lynn and DJ each made a beeline over when they saw me and took turns trying to drag me back. Bella is now bartending. She either gained a lot of weight or was pregnant. She was as aggressive hitting guys up for tips as the dancers. No great loss, she used to deliver but gave the most cold, mechanical VIP you can imagine. Starr upped her game in recent years and is one of the hottest girls there. But she looked thin to me. She only came around at the end of her shift and didn’t offer a dance. The only fun girl from my past was Tracy who came on to bartend the night shift. She gave me a big hug and was sincerely happy to see me.

I don’t want to be too hard on the place. You can have a good time there, and it’s the only option in northern Delaware if you don’t want to make the run to Philly. Staci was a girl I didn’t know and had a heavy handshake. But I didn’t see anyone worth shelling out $160 + tip for. Maybe I’ll check it out again in another year or two, but it won’t be a regular stop anytime soon.