Afternoon Visit Scratched an Itch

Vic's place was finally close to where I was traveling this past week, so I decided to stop in to see how it compared to other extras/sure thing clubs I have been to in the past. The club is easy to find along Stuyvesant Avenue, but it's kind of in a residential area, with lots of kids and schools nearby. Parking was almost impossible, and there are lots of one-way and dead-end streets in the area, so when I drove past the club and didn't see a nearby spot, I had to go several blocks along the street, right two blocks, then several blocks the other direction. I eventually parked about two blocks away from the club on a side street. Street parking was free, and I felt safe walking during the day.

The club has two doors - the one on the right is the one you enter. There is a guy just to the left inside the door taking your $10 cover. He did not give change in ones, but rather another $10 for the $20 bill I handed him. The bar is square and probably had enough seating for about 20-25 people if they were packed in. On this visit, there were only 4-5 PLs with me. Every dancer I saw was a WOC, which I had expected from reading prior reviews. I sat at the far side of the bar facing the door and was quickly greeted by the bartender. She asked me what I wanted, I asked what kind of beer they had, she asked what kind of beer I wanted. I asked if they had any IPAs - SHE HAD NEVER HEARD OF AN IPA BEFORE! This is a bartender. They did have a Corona, but no lime to go with it. It may have been for the best anyway. The beer was $7 and I tipped $3, my change came back in singles. There were a few TVs with sports playing and there was music playing (not crazy loud, but loud enough). Dancers probably ranged from 3.5 to 8, all WOC.

Shortly after the first couple of sips, a petite, thin dancer came by to say hi. She immediately began a grind against me while I sipped my beer, didn't say a word (facing away from me) after she introduced herself. This was pleasant, and went on for about two songs, and she didn't ask for money. I was petting her but mainly grabbing her ass, stomach, inner thighs, but wasn't going overboard barside. I leaned forward to ask her about VIP/private dances, she quoted $30 for the room, $60 for basically just getting nude, $100 for the whole thing. That was an easy decision. She asked me to give her a few minutes, and also asked if I would mind buying her a drink. I didn't see what it was, but it was a shot delivered in a small 8 oz plastic cup, and cost me $9 ($10 with tip, I know, so generous, but it wasn't my drink!) She stepped away for a couple of minutes and a full figure WOC sidled up to me from the other side. I told her that I was waiting for the first dancer (who was easily the hottest in the place, at least according to my tastes) but said that she was welcome to grind with me for a moment. She did that and put her huge DD breasts in my face. She earned $3 in tips for a few minutes, then the first dancer got back. The first dancer went to the extremely versatile vending machine, which appeared to sell chips, pretzels, headache remedies, gum, and condoms. You can imagine which she bought.