Saturday forecast: High hustle with a chance of awkward dances

I normally fly solo on club outings but this time I was with some buddies. Decided to check out Kittens for the first time. I've read reviews on this place for daytime fun but since I was with the crew, a night time visit was a better fit. Rolling in, this place is packed probably because the club is connected to a bar but the entire parking lot was full. Once we got in we were in a line full of trashed dudes from next door waiting to get in. Paid our door fee and a drink free, I believe it was $20 and headed in.

Immediately upon entry we were met with a line of girls waiting to sink their claws into all the fresh meat at the door. I heard this place was a high hustle club but, holy hell... We eventually found the only available seating, some awkward bench seating along a far wall in the main dance area. This club is relatively big compared to most in town and had 2 or 3 stages spread out along the walls with chairs and tables in the center and benches along the wall. We didn't even get settled in before getting hit with multiple dancers coming up and sitting in our laps begging for VIP dances. I know the drill here... As a rule, I don't get VIP or lap dances until I see the girl on stage first. I was able to politely decline all initial advances. For the most part the dancers here were on par with what you'd expect to find in a club in SoDo, decent. There seemed to be a ton of girls so decent variety which is good. I suppose there was something for everyone but I wasn't there long enough to even see a full cycle of stage dances.

We later found some seating near the front of one of the stages, at which point I began to scout some potential prospects for a lap dance or two. After a few forgettable stage performances, there was a dancer who sported headband with furry ears and a matching tail between her cheeks. Kinky but she wasn't my type. As soon as she left the stage my buddy calls her over and buys me three dances for $100 (unbeknownst to me). I initially declined thinking she was just trying to get her hustle on but she said my friend bought me a dance and basically dragged me to the LDA. She sat me down took her top off, and hopped in my lap and gave me the most awkward crotch crushing dance. She later put her hands on my throat with some force and slapped my face (not super hard but wasn't expecting it). I get it, time in place for everything but, damn woman! She later said she did dominatrix work in addition to dancing—thanks for the late warning. Definitely cut the three dances short and said this dance wasn't for me and dipped. Came back to my friends laughing their asses off. Great. For review purposes, the LDA sat behind a wall from the stage area. It's surprisingly well lit (compared to most clubs) with a maze of semi high backed cushioned chairs.