Disappointed at the Tally Ho

When you walk in, there's a stand where someone takes your $10 entrance fee (there's no charge during the day). The bar is straight ahead, and the private dance booths are lined up against the wall on the right. In the far left corner of the room is the dance stage. The tables and chairs are tightly packed throughout the room making movement a little tricky, but the place does have a classy look.

I paid the club a visit on a Monday night to catch the end of a football game and see who's dancing. From what I could tell, there were about seven girls in the lineup, ranging from fair to excellent. The dancers at the Tally mingle well and are not−for the most part−pushy. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. It wasn't long before an attractive, blonde came over to say hi. She sat in close and we had a very pleasant conversation, and I slipped her a tip as a way to thank her for her time. Eventually our chat turned to private dances (of course), and that's when she started getting pushy. She told me it was $80 for ten minutes and $100 for fifteen minutes, with several options beyond that. I expressed an interest in a ten-minute dance, but she looked disappointed and tried to talk me into fifteen minutes, which she said was a better value. I told her I only wanted ten minutes that night, but she didn't seem too pleased. At that point, I felt it was time to just move on and forget about having any private time with her. All of a sudden, she was perfectly fine with ten.

I paid the fee and we slipped into one of the booths. I took my place on the love seat and she took off her bra, leaving the pasties in place (god, I hate pasties!). She told me I could touch her top and all along her sides, but not between her legs. For the next ten minutes, she danced and shook in front of me, occasionally sitting on my lap with some grinding added in for good measure. The whole experience was mechanical and rather boring, and I spent most of the time grateful that I didn't go for fifteen minutes.