sinclair's Review

I went to the Showcase Gentlemen's Club at 21:30 on a Friday night. There is no parking lot, so you have to find street parking. The neighborhood and the strip club are both black if you are unfamiliar with this area of New Orleans. At the door I was patted down for weapons by a security guard, and my temperature was checked on a non-contact infrared thermometer. The cover charge was $20, a little steep but it keeps the rabble out. Once inside, there was a large U-shaped bar that takes up nearly half of the interior directly in front of you. On the left side of the room there are tables and chairs surrounding a small square stage with a pole. The private dance area is in the back left corner inside a room made of white curtains. The back right corner of the room has two video poker machines. A small secondary stage with a pole is in the front right corner of the room. There are two ATM’s. One is by the washrooms in the back, and one is by the entrance to the strip club. The ATM’s have a $200 maximum withdrawal and a $5 fee per transaction. Sincweisers were a reasonable $4 per bottle. A cup of Coca-Cola from the fountain gun was $3. I did end up getting suckered into buying a few dancers drinks throughout the night. A small bottle of Sutter Home wine was $7. A shot of cognac was $11. Music is played by a DJ in a booth at the back of the room near the restrooms. The music was one hundred percent hip hop and loud.

The dancers were all African-American and came in a variety of shapes and sizes, but they definitely skewed towards thicker and meatier. Eighty percent of the talent I had no interest in because I am not into 44-inch asses and girls who need to hit the gym. I did find a few dancers with more athletic bodies that fit my parameters. Dream was a nice twenty-something dancer with an athletic body and B cups. My favorite was Harlem, a new 21 year old dancer with a tight, slim figure. I was ready to spend all my money on her, but she was a shy and nervous baby stripper that retreated to the dressing room quite frequently. The floor dances I did get from her were very enjoyable though. There were about twenty dancers on Friday night. Most of the dancers came in early because the later they come in, the bigger the fee they have to pay to work. Dances would perform for a couple songs on the small main stage, then move to the small corner stage for a couple songs. Contact at the stage is supreme here. I was smacking booties, and entertainers were backing their asses up to my crotch and twerking on my veiny andouille.

You can get floor dances for a tip: whatever you feel like giving the dancer. I would typically give the dancer $5 to $10 per song based on how much I enjoyed her grinding. A ROB I would avoid is Juli. She is a mom from Seattle and tried telling me I would have to pay her $20 per song for dances on the floor, which is just not true. Private dances inside the white curtains in the corner of the room are $20 per song. The dances are full contact: breast touching, pussy grabbing, basically sex with your clothes on. The inside is just two benches facing each other, but there are no cameras inside. It is a community room, and there will be no privacy if other customers are getting dances at the same time. Once when I was in there alone, a dancer stuck her hand in my pants to jack me off, but her long nails in the confinement of my blue jeans felt like getting a hand job from Edward Scissorhands, so I told her to stop. Supposedly this club used to have a VIP room, but they got rid of it after all the prostitution and drug raids happening at New Orleans strip clubs.