Good time, but bad vibe

Sahara is a small club with one stage taking up most of the real estate in the place. Located in a strip mall next to a convenience store and a sandwich shop, no one would call it large or grand. Somehow the seating, arranged in two rows of benches surrounding the stage, just barely manages to avoid feeling cramped. Similarly, one row of benches is reserved for dances. These cost 20$ a song or 40 for three during specials. Those bench dances can be enhanced with a curtain if purchased in 10 minute increments for $120. The problem with those curtain dances is that with two such curtains, the chances you will be *ahem* enjoying yourself next to the doorman, door, and bouncer are 50%. It is likely due to the blaring music alone that any Sahara activities are tolerated. Because of this, the private room is probably worth the upgrade for $60 more in addition to the curtain price for comfort and privacy’s sake. However, it seems that most girls working here do not mind which room you take. The same services will probably be available either way.

The day I went I was in something of a rush but there were a few very fine looking women there. Several lithe and buxom types in their twenties. These are the ones that you know about that only do vips and never negotiate a price. But there were others. Some 7-8 range women who I would have been happy to take for a spin. A black spinner named phoenix and a white girl named olivia were both especially enticing. But I found myself testing the waters with a dark haired spinner with full lips. I was very pleased as she guided my hand down south and under her pantries as a teaser. She mentioned a few things we could do at exorbitant prices but was willing to negotiate. She provided protection for a cbj with eye contact and skill.

Now that was a good time at the club indeed. But I must say that despite all efforts of the talent, the club atmosphere really detracts from the experience. It is constantly too loud; the booths are too small and cramped yet feels entirely too open; the drink hustle is mandated by ownership. Any other day I would rather have gone to a different independent club in the area.