Spotted one really hot ebony, otherwise scarier than Halloween

This review covers several Saturday night visits I recently made to Club Fantasies in Providence. The first was at the end of August and was a good one. There was one really hot ebony dancer along with a few other decent looking dames. However my second visit in mid-September and third last weekend were both busts because there was only a bunch of way past prime broads. After my first visit I had hoped this place was turning around. But then after the last two I'm gonna steer clear of this joint for a while.

The basics:

Fantasies is a relatively short, easy drive from I-95 through a desolate semi-sketchy industrial area not far from the Providence Place Mall. Plenty of parking available in the club's lot and there's also parking on the street. No valet that I could see. Admission was $10. The doorman was a really cool dude and never asked for any ID and waived me right through the metal detector. However on one visit I saw a group of younger dudes arrive and the doorman made them produce ID's, then scanned their ID's and then made them empty their pockets and go through the metal detector. So if you look young, beware of that. Inside the layout is more or less what it's always been but the tacky 1980's decor is finally totally gone and the club now looks modern and no longer has that funky smell like it used to... well, almost (I got a brief whiff of the infamous "stale pussy seasoned with yak" smell at the upstairs bar :P. Right after the entrance there's a good size bar with $5 domestic bottled beer. Then a good size low rectangular stage with at least two dozen seats. The restrooms are just off the right side of the stage. Another good size bar is in the back and the door to the outdoor smoking patio off to the right of that. Back over again to the left of the entrance there's a stairway leading upstairs to "Fantasy Island" where there's another good size low rectangular stage with another two dozen or so seats, another large bar and an area full of oversized leather sofas and chairs facing the stage where custies can chill out. Apparently they're no longer charging an additional cover for Fantasy Island, which a good sign that maybe management is smartening up... or maybe it just isn't worth paying someone to man the cash register since there's hardly an customers that go here anymore. One kind of weird thing about this joint is that it has a female DJ, which is heresy if you're a bigoted misogynistic old pervert like me.