OK, here’s my recent experience at...

OK, here’s my recent experience at Mons Venus, take it or leave it . . . maybe some of the women that work in this place will hear what I’m saying.

I’ve gone to strip clubs a couple of times (or more) a year, all over the US, for over 30 years. I love it. I’m happily married, but hey, I’m a sinner, what can I say. Ten years ago, I had my first visit to Mons on a busy night—I was in Florida for business and stopped in the night before my flight back. After an hour of checking out the dancers, I tracked down what for me was one of the most beautiful young ladies I’d ever laid eyes one, and during the lap dance she literally and embarrassingly made me come in my pants. What a visit!!!

This August 2006, I was in Florida for some unpleasant, extended family business. I was again flying out of Tampa Tues morning early, so I had a room near the airport on Monday night. After a few drinks I thought, hey, maybe I should visit Mons—what better way to unwind, forget my problems, and recreate a great experience?