Pandora

I ventured out to Pandora’s earlier today; I am normally a Kitten’s guy but I had a strong yearning for a world-famous Pandora’s day-shift handshake. I arrived a little after noon. The place was dead when I arrived. When I paid my fifteen dollars at the door, I noticed no one was on stage. When the manager brought my watered-down diet Coke, she said that there were only four dancers but others would be coming in soon.

For those who want the club deets, there are two stages, the LDA is in the back, and the perimeter of the stage area is surrounded by smaller rooms where curtains can be drawn for a little more privacy. You pay the club directly for this added privacy – the rates vary depending on what time of day - and the girls are free to negotiate their fees on top of the room rental.

Monse and another Latin girl did a few stage dances, but I wasn’t feeling it from either of them (to each their own, I guess). Another girl was in the dressing room but never came out to stroll the floor. After about 15 minutes of hanging around and I noticed a sexy petite number come in for her shift. She went into the women’s room – not the dressing room – and came out looking fantastic. She signed in by the DJ counter, but instead of coming by and saying hello she went to a corner of the club to have a bite to eat from a to-go lunch she picked up on her way into work.