Merry St. John
This club is now called Allure. It’s located in what looks like an older section of downtown St. John. It was mostly deserted looking at 11 pm on a Thursday evening, but looked safe. There’s a pay parking lot right next to the club, but I drove past it about a half block and parked on the street next to a park.
The entrance is on the street level, but it leads to a spiral staircase and a second level landing where there is a window, a second door and a metal detector manned by a beefy looking bouncer. An older lady behind the window collected a $12 CAD cover charge, stamped my hand, and gave me a small ticket like an old style movie ticket. I asked her what the ticket was for. She said it was for entry. I turned and handed the ticket to the bouncer, who was standing two feet away, and went through the metal detector. It beeped, but he just waved me through.
There is a small lobby area just past the metal detector with a couch and a small bar. There was no one there except a guy wearing a white boat captain’s hat, like the Skipper in Gilligan’s Island, leaning against the bar. There was a door to the right that was half open. I could see metal lockers through the door, so I’m guessing that was the dressing room, but I couldn’t see anyone back there. There was another doorway up a step to the left where I could hear loud music.
I went through the second door into the main club area. There is a long bar to the right with no stools. I later learned that no bar stools seems to be standard in Canada. Immediately to the left is the lap dance area, which is a short hall with curtained booths, maybe four or five on each side. Past that is bench seating against the wall opposite the bar, and then a larger area with table seating around the stage. There was a female DJ in a booth up a short flight of stairs to the right of the stage.
I went to the bar and ordered a Molson Canadian, which was $6.75 CAD, and looked around. The club was fairly busy, but nowhere close to capacity. There was a group of middle age guys wearing white skipper hats on the bench seating across from the bar. What was going on here? A Gilligan’s Island convention?
The table seating around the stage was about 75% full. The crowd was a mix of middle aged and younger guys, all white as far as I can see. There was a row of guys near the stage, but none of them tipped the dancers.
It looked like there were maybe 8 dancers working, all white except one AC (African Canadian) and one looked mixed. I wasn’t impressed. One was very skinny, almost emaciated looking, with fake boobs. There was another bigger girl, with nice big natural boobs, but a flat ass. They ranged from 4 to 7. The AC was pretty good looking spinner, probably the best of the bunch.
I took a seat at a table next to the wall by the DJ booth and watched the show. The girls danced for two songs and generally got topless by the second song, but wore barely visible pasties. The only time I saw any stage side tipping was when one of the skippers went to the stage and tipped a couple of $5 CAD bills to a girl that had been sitting with him.
At one point, a guy got on the stage and laid on his back with a bill in his mouth. When a bouncer ran up to him, I thought he was going to kick him out. It turned out it was only to take the beer out of his hand and place it on the rail, so he didn’t spill it on the stage while the girl writhed on top of him to fetch the money.
I sipped on my beer and fended off a couple of dancers that didn’t interest me. Eventually I was approached by a girl I hadn’t seen previously. She was curvy, with DD or maybe even E natural boobs that were literally popping out of a red fishnet body suit. She has a nice round ass to match her chest. In truth, she was probably a bit over weight, but I would consider her just a little chubby, not fat. She was well proportioned, not flabby, and had a very nice face, and a nice personality.
She sat on my lap while we chatted for a few minutes. Of course, the subject soon turned to dances. All dances take place in the booth—no floor dances. She said they were $20 CAD each, and I could touch her anywhere except her pussy. Off to the back we went.
The dance booth is a small cubicle a little bigger than a phone booth with a chair like the ones around the tables outside. She closed the curtain and went to work. I had already decided I would get five dances ($100 CAD) if her first dance was good, although I didn’t tell her that.
The first dance was very good. She didn’t get naked, but she immediately popped out her impressive naturals, pulled off her pasties, straddled me, and basically force fed me her boobs while groping my crotch. After that impressive opening performance, I thought it would be a good time to inquire if extra sevices were available. Before I could get the words out of my mouth, she asked me what I was doing after I left the club, and suggested she could come over to my hotel. I definitely would have followed up on that proposal, but my hotel was actually an hour away in Federicton. I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I deflected by telling her I had to get up early for a flight the next morning, which was true. Instead, I asked about a BJ in the club. She said she couldn’t and pointed to the camera overhead, which she said was monitored.
Oh well, it was not to be this evening. At this point, we were just going into our second dance. I don’t know if complete nudity is officially not allowed at this club, but she had not taken off her body suit. I asked her if she could show me her pussy. She smiled brightly, said “Sure!,” threw her leg up onto my shoulder, pulled aside her body suit, and began masturbating. This was my kind of girl. I was really disappointed that I couldn’t take her up on her OTC offer, which she reiterated several more time during our dance session.
Reluctantly, I called it quits after five dances and made the long lonely drive back to my hotel.
