Visit Ended Like Something Out of Twin Peaks. Not the Breastaurant.

Club was empty except for me and one other customer at the bar. Four guys walked out right before I walked in, so I figured I hit at the right time or would have had a line. Or a problem cuz they looked kind of rough. Finally there's a strip club that doesn't have those shiny silver cafe chairs. They still had silver trim but they had upholstery on the frame. Keyhole stage. One main pole and parallel bars for tricks. Jukebox. DJ booth by the door not getting used. Club was very dark. Had music playing, but not much going on. It seemed like it was a dances-only kind of place. There was another level up to the right from the bar and the dancer dressing rooms down the hallway, but I didn't really walk up there.

Booths were private with nothing even close to an interruption during the private dance, but I’m skipping ahead. This place is an hour outside of Montreal but it's a better than anything near the Montreal other than Bar Le Gentleman in terms of value and style of Dance. Since they’re in opposite directions and Bar Le Gentlemen's only about a half an hour out of town I would try that first but this place isn't bad either if you want to run the risk of showing up with no girls. The night girl didn't show so the one dancer there for dayshift stayed on. Got lucky that the one girl they had was hot as fuck. Since I only saw one girl not sure what the general quality is but she was top-notch in looks and performance. When I first walked in there was another guy at the bar, and she was with him. When get got up, presumably to take a piss, she slid down a few seats to introduce herself. Let me tell you about that blonde chick. Her English was good, and she was even hotter up close.

Don’t know what happened to the other dude, because we went straight down to the main floor for dances. They didn’t even have music playing until she and I walked down there looking for a table to chat up a walkthrough for the booth experience. Her body was stacked like brick shit house, so I basically skipped the talky talk part and said let’s get to it. She was all business, and after a couple of songs that bitch had me calling out. I mean in that “damn, bitch” kind of way, not the “ur a bitch” way. I’m in the middle of nowhere and these people are never gonna see me again. So fuck it. She had mad skills. The booths were wide enough to not feel cramped and pretty deep. The chair back against the wall was the same as what was around the tables, which made it undersized for anything other than CG/RCG style grinding with the dancer on top. If that doesn’t work, there’s plenty of room to improvise.