Mediocre Monday at Men's Club...

Been a while since I visited the Men's Club, so I dropped in around 11:20am on a Monday morning. It's still probably the most attractive SA club inside and it seems huge thanks to the two-story ceiling. The VIP section is upstairs and wraps around the building like a four-sided balcony, allowing you to look down at the stage below. It's also fairly private up there and much fun can be had if you find someone you click with. It's $60 (occasionally $50) to go upstairs. I didn't make it that far this time around.

No cover requested by the hot woman at the front desk, so I went in and found a table. I saw one attractive girl sitting with a guy and she seemed to be allowing him to check out her tits. Didn't see any others, but once I sat and ordered a soda ($5.50) a "blonde" with her hair pulled up came to my table and held out her hand and said, "Who are you?" Only three words, but enough to tell me that speaking English was not one of her strongest skills. She said some other words, which included "company," but I told her I was fine for right now.

After that, the gal I'd seen at the first table approached me. She looked totally American, so I was surprised when she spoke and revealed the same accent as the first chick...shit...She was, though, quite attractive, so I let her sit. Her name, best I could decipher, was Natalina. She had on a bikini top, packed with what looked like natural d-cups. Pretty body, nice bubble butt...but impossible to hold a conversation with. She DOES, however, know the phrase "VIP" and managed to say it early and often. You may think differently from me, but I can't see doing VIP with someone I can't communicate with. I told her to just give me a dance on the side sofa. She did and it was fine; she did unleash a fine pair of titties, marred only by San Antonio's fucking latex covering her nice nips. She let my hands roam and she sighed theatrically, but I just didn't wanna go any further.