Visited Allure last week on Sunday afternoon. As soon as I walked in I remembered I’d been here before. Oh, right, this is the place with some truly beastly women, and a few really hot ones (if you enjoy trashy Cuban ladies, and I do), and enough cigarette smoke to choke a mule.
I persevered through the smoky haze long enough to see one dancer who scored a perfect 10 on the hot trashy big booty heavy melons scale, but darn if it wasn’t shift change and that hottie left the building. Just as I was about to bail, a new gal walked by (I later discovered she actually was new, as she’d previously worked at Lookers and this was her first day at Allure), and although not a perfect 10 by my specific set of metrics, she was close and I was intrigued.
Had to wait a while as my mistress seemed to be emptying the pockets of a regular customer, one dollar at a time. Finally got my opportunity and took her back for a couch dance. First song was good, not great, rolled the dice and went for a second and then a third song once the mileage started to improve. This lady saved my day by handily helping me to relieve some stress.
Not a classy establishment, but that’s the way I like Emm. If it weren’t for the excessive smoke, I’d probably be a fixture at this place.
