Meeting my prom date at long last

After the fiasco earlier this year about ID information being used for sending club flyers to peoples' home addresses, I was reticient about coming back to Lust. When I read where this may have been addressed, I thought, OK, let's try it again. Spousal unit was away for a drunk sister and cousins weekend, so it was a choice between here and the meh offerings of Baltimore where I am always trying to find a silver lining in what is becoming a sea of clusterf*ck.

Lust bounced back my list last night with the force of a girl with big natural boobs and bouncy butt grinding you at high tempo while doing DFK until you both disappear into a pool of sweat and cum. OK, somewhat of an exaggeration...or maybe not. One of those dances you need to wash and straighten up afterward. At least one of my three private room ventures last night was that. Another was a slower but still sensual grind with a girl I would rank probably in the 9+ category - interestingly one of the few Caucasian babes in recent memory I would put into that level. Heck I would date her if I had met her in a normal bar, or a Starbucks, or church social, anywhere else. And the third was a Latina Amazon with legs that could squash a watermelon, that was a bit limited on her private room hijinx but was a friendly companion before and after her dance. That and all-you-can-eat-Prime-Rib for $13 on Saturday night. 50 minutes of dances, plus drinks and food for less than a girl in a 30 minute room at Millstream in Baltimore or in most other clubs. That's the short, "not enough details", "club ad" review. Let's go with the long review below.

Arriving at 6:45 pm on a Saturday evening, The first surprise was walking in, finding someone on the other side of that little theatre window slot, asking for a $10 cover but not my license. You get buzzed in and they give you a wristband, like before. But no ID was asked for. I guess I looked 21. Once in, you need to have some patience before the real action begins, but at least you can get a seat at the bar. The bartender called me "sweetheart" and "hon" and got me a $6 Sam Adams bottle. I actually don't know if they had anything on tap, everyone was drinking beer out of bottles. The “sweetheart” and “hon” girl behind the bar was probably dayshift, there were 2-3 bartendresses later on in the evening. Actually pretty efficient this time, almost no waits for anything.