Pretty Darn Decent

A couple of weekends ago, I decided to eschew my better judgement and go to a strip club for the first time in twelve years. Don't get the wrong idea, I broke my mongering hymen in Thailand last year. It's just that strip clubs are expensive and I've grown used to really lame ones. I've only visited a few of them in my life.

Entry fee was $20. Mandatory coat check (can't remember how much). I had planned on being cool, just sitting there sipping beer and taking in the hot naked girls. Wouldn't you know it? I see my perfect type after about ten seconds. She is about 5' 3", blonde, big tits, and Cuban to boot. I got a beer ($7 Lagunitas) and sat down just across the room from where my girl was giving another guy a dance. She was putting some articles of clothing back on when I made eye contact and smiled. She came right over to me. She sat on my lap, asked me my name, told me hers (I forgot it immediately), and asked if I wanted a private dance. She hadn't even offered a plain 'ol lap dance by that point. So much for just chillin' and taking my time. It was a total of $250 for a half hour with her. I'm sorry, guys. I can't remember how much was for the room and how much was for the girl, but it was definitely $250 total. I realize that Chicago clubs in general are not known for mileage, and there were certainly no extras offered, but the grinding was pretty damn great, and she let me touch her pretty much everywhere. In fact, at the beginning of the 30 minute dance she put my hands right on her stomach with her back to me. I've read over and over that VIP's is not known for the greatest dances, but this one was great. The room was wide open and she kept checking for staff, so she was clearly letting me get away with some things she shouldn't have been letting me get away with. I caught the drift and made sure that my hands weren't anywhere they shouldn't have been whenever someone in a suit was heading our way. It was surprisingly less distracting than one might think.

All the other staff were very friendly and professional. They made me feel welcome and comfortable. I really didn't get a great look at the other dancers since I became transfixed by my Cuban Missal immediately upon entry to the club, but I guess I'd say there were a lot of 7s and 8s, by my standards, and for me that's still pretty damn hot. The Cuban was a 10, so maybe there were more floating around. Overall, a nice experience, but I don't think I would spend money there again, just because I know how much more I can get elsewhere. I'm going to be checking out Fantasy's and Industrial strip in a couple of weeks and I'll definitely write some more reviews.