Why Is Everybody Always Picking on Me??

I have had this place on my radar for several weeks now. My CF dancer in Seattle (based on my few brief encounters since moving here a month ago) recommended this place, and even mentioned that she had worked here at some point. I have read probably about 20 reviews on here and that other site about this place. I REALLY, really wanted so much to like the club and have a fantastic experience like I’ve read about some of my fellow mongers. I was trying to crush some pink cookies with my building tonight, but ended up getting played like Stringer Bell did with Clay Davis.

I pulled into the sizeable parking lot about a quarter of 18:00. Quite a few cars in the lot which in my mind meant lots of young, freaky women occupying the premises and a bunch of studs like myself looking to scratch some itches without obtaining new ones. I was having a pre-roll warmup in the car when all of a sudden, something slams into my passenger door. As an attempted carjacking survivor, I am usually always observing my surroundings when just chilling in my car. However, I felt relatively safe in this parking lot - and it turns out it was just a cute, super young blond spinner type girl that had pulled up next to me and swung out her car door too far. She looked in the car and was so apologetic right away - just giggling and saying sorry over and over and asking me not to beat her ass. She was adorable…kinda like that college cutie in your public speaking class that you always wanted to nail. I didn’t beat her ass, in fact I smiled back at her and told her I’d let it slide just this once. Turns out, this was the highlight of my visit actually.

Eventually, I walked into a mostly empty club that’s bigger than Sugar’s and Pandora’s but a similar setup to both. Nothing spectacular, in fact the carpet seemed nasty and some of the tables hadn’t been wiped off. Two stages, but only one in use when I got there. Ten bones at the door to get in; ok, not bad I started thinking. However, I got approached by the bar to buy a glass of unfiltered tap water for $6 - which was for each refill as well. I only had 1 and turned down whenever asked once learning the price point. As soon as I walked in I was accosted by this Kardashian lookalike (albeit this girl had more artificial ingredients in her than a Starburst) and she seemed quite friendly as I entered. She grabbed me by the arm and led me along for a tour of the club. She was sweet and pleasant the entire time and of course made it a point to stop in the private room first to give me the rundown. She promised the sun, stars and the cherry moon while back there and assured me that she sells the most private rooms out of anyone there. And the initial prices she hit me with were astronomical - $$$$$$$$ for a 1/2 hour and $$$$$ for 15 minutes. I explained that I was not there to spend anywhere near that, nor would I ever pay that without seeing a girl dance first. The 1st red flag was that she right away said that she didn’t dance. She played the game of being overly complimentary and immediately coming down to a more reasonable number that was doable. What she didn’t say was that she meant 15 minutes in the LDA and not the private room. Also, what she didn’t say was that she would be completely tame and prudish over there - and would gently push me away when trying to make nipple contact or contact with anything really. For this to be called Kittens, I was having a hard time seeing any pussy here. 2 songs in, she’s got her thong on still and I could tell by her moves that she is just a shitty performer period, and I had just been scammed. I stopped this fucking ROB after the 2nd song and just walked out of the dance area and left her back there. She was standing there just dumbfounded, with a “what the fuck” face on. I was so fucking angry, but what can you do. Use it as a learning experience and warn my brothers about this fucking scamming ROB. Her name is synonymous with what season we’re in now. AVOID AT ALL COSTS….fuck this fake ass cunt and anyone you see her associate or be friendly with. A few girls came up to me afterwards and could tell by the look on my face that I had just been scammed and I was furious. I just wanted to be left alone for a while.