Whiskey Goggles Away from Home

I fell into a dumb trap I do sometimes, on the road for work, a couple glasses of whiskey in, and itching for a distraction. Back home, I got used to the regular clubs back home, but tonight I wanted to see how the Long Islanders party. Staying at a nearby hotel, I picked the closest on TUSCL and ubered over. Honestly, I expected an uneventful evening. My only other club visit in the NYC area was a hands off experience.

The outside of the place wasn't more than any other industrial building in the area. The unassuming look made it easy to feel comfortable about. Inside was a pretty minimal club. Bar fully stocked, stage, seats. Only two girls were working, and what seemed like the only other customer was likely security ... or just a friend of the staff. So while there were only two, I shared time with both.

Both girls in there tonight wouldn't be what you would call over the top stunning, but they triggered a type in me. Smaller, thinner, direct. Didn't catch either of their names but spent time with both in the VIP area. I want to say, fifteen minutes back there cost me about $150, but ... the whisky, it made things fuzzy. Tips with these girls were about the same. Got to say, the tips went pretty far ... a lot further than I expected, a lot further than the 'hands off' experience than I expected. Honestly, they worked hard to please, and I was pretty happy to bet the pathetic ATM.