Lessons Learned

I am going to describe two recent visits to this establishment which occurred several days apart because, while there was an eventual satisfying end result to the second stint, both experiences are indicative of a potentially troublesome situation. First of all, this club is located relatively close to most of the major highways (NJ Turnpike, Route 3, 1 and 9) and resides in a primarily industrial area. The parking lot attached to the club is not overly spacious, but there is a designated lot directly across the street which assumedly becomes very useful on weekend nights. The club itself features a large rectangular stage surrounded by about 40-50 chairs. To the right of this area are a couple of pool tables with the VIP room where lap dances are performed to the right of that. The bathrooms and dressing room are located behind the pool tables at the back of the club. I have been here about a dozen times and the club has always been quite clean including the mens' room. The lap dance room is not private at all because there are 8 open mini-booths next to and across from each other and so you can clearly see what is going on with other couples in the room, and vice versa. There are more private (and obviously expensive) VIP rooms upstairs, but I have never gone for those nor seen anyone else do so during all past visits so I can't quote any prices nor confirm whether or not they are even used anymore.

Now onto the actual visits. The first one was on a Saturday early afternoon and this was the first time I had ever been here on a weekend. Based on the experience, I don't know if I am going to rush to return on this day of the week since overall the selection of roughly 10 dancers wasn't all that impressive. Most were in the 5/6 range and a few of them looked quite weathered when I saw them up close and personal. This place tends to default to the more voluptuous, Baby-Got-Back Dominican girls (think Breathless North) and a few Russians sprinkled in, but on this day there were a few slimmer dancers which wasn't such a bad thing except for the fact that they all looked like candidates for membership with the AARP. The only one who interested me was a Dominican blonde named Natasha who I had gotten a dance from during a previous visit. She approached me and asked if I wanted a lap dance to which I replied yes. As soon as we got into the room, she asked me how many dances I wanted. Most of the time I don't know how many individual dances I will want/need because it obviously depends on a number of factors including the girl's technique. If she sucks, I usually pull the plug right away. She says 5 dances are $100. I was not about to commit to that many dances right off the bat so I said let's do 3 songs and she agreed. I find it interesting that the last time I saw her she did not do this and simply went one song at a time which is standard in most cases. I didn't really know what to make of it at that point, but not surprisingly, it did not turn out to be in my favor at all. The effort was definitely not as good as it had been the other time because previously there had been considerably more stick-shifting and hand roaming going on and, while I wasn't officially timing this, it definitely felt as if I had been ripped off in terms of total elapsed time. If I had to specify, I would say it was no more than 7 minutes total. As a side note, from now on whenever I get a dance from any girl at any club I am going to make sure I check the time before after the dance(s) so that at least I know which places/girls are fair and which ones to be avoided. Anyway, she asked me if I wanted to go longer than the 3 "songs" I had originally committed to, but I said no, paid the $60 and cut my losses at that point.

Fast forward 3 days and I return to AJ's on a Tuesday afternoon shortly after they open at noon. There are a couple of the same dancers from Saturday (but not Natasha) and more of a leaning towards the fuller body types. After about 15 minutes, I get approached by a very attractive, buxom blonde from Costa Rica named Madeline. She has a very pretty face, bright smile, healthy looking teeth, great figure so I accept her offer of a private lap dance. We go into the room and she does not ask me to initially commit to a specific number of songs. She starts her routine and I would have to grade her a C-. Somewhat slow and methodical and, while I am allowed to fondle her breasts, she does not do any meaningful touching of any of my favorite areas. The dance seems to be going for longer than a standard song, but again I am not actually timing this so I don't know for sure. After X number of minutes, she then asks me if I want to keep going but I do not want to because just her great looks are not enough to do it for me when her technique leaves much to be desired. I take $20 out of my wallet and hand it to her and she then tells me I owe $40 because we did two songs. I respond that she never asked me if I wanted to do a second song and then this is when these rip off artists use their supposedly lack of the mastery of the English language to their advantage. Speaking in broken, poorly formatted English so that I am not even sure I was hearing her right, she gives me some cock-and-bull story about how lap dances are sold in 2 songs bundles (or at least I think that was the gist of it). I argued with her that this was not made clear and got the look of total confusion even though I would bet my ass that she knew exactly what I was saying. Primarily because I didn't want any trouble, I gave her the extra $20 and stormed out of the room, back to my seat at the bar. I don't know what possessed me to stick around, but being the glutton for punishment that I am, I decided to stick around a little longer to see if I could salvage something positive. After about 5 minutes, a very busty brunette with an equally impressive backside comes up to me and asks me if I would like a dance. Her name was Marianna, she was from Colombia and probably in her 30s. I had no idea what to expect at that point, but I agreed to do a dance with her. Before we started, I asked if I had to commit to multiple dances ahead of time and she didn't seem to understand what I was saying, but she seemed to be answering no that question. I figured by the time this experience was over, I would be so pissed off that I would permanently swear off this place and never set foot inside again. It turned out to be a very enjoyable time. We did two songs, she asked me after the first one if I wanted to continue and the length of each song was definitely acceptable. The entire time we were in the VIP room, she had her top off (most likely against club policy), giving me complete access to her nipples which I licked and sucked to her delight (at least I hope so). She also had her hand permanently attached to my crotch, making Mr. Johnson very happy. It was almost as if she was trying to make up for the previous two bad experiences, but most likely she just knows something about customer service and also wants to make $$$ the right way without scamming people.