Pandys Is Still King

I’ve been taking a sabbatical from my perv haunts of late. Maybe it’s just because years of strip clubbing has left me jaded. Once upon a time some bared tits and ass might have left me in a state of titillation (get it?). Now I’m at the point in my career of perving where I just want to get the ass back to the LDA for some…hands on…experience. That now makes me a day shift monger and a seeker of slightly…senior…talent. I’ve finally discovered the inner overweight, upper middle class, Cadillac driving perv inside me, only without the age or the retiree sedan.

Enter mornings at Pandys and a Latin milf of mileage and discretion. Disclosure: this is for Seattle regs who already know the local scene. I’m not going to include the ‘obligatory’ (yeah right) details that everyone who will actually find this review useful already knows.

I go in around noon. Saturday. Cover. Everyone reading this should already know what cover is at a Seattle strip club. No I’m not going to tell you what it is. Club is dead. One young thot stripper twerking on stage…in panties. I guess I’m supposed to be grateful just for seeing the top goods.

She exits stage. No more girls in sight. I sit there, ready to exit. I don’t because I know a certain silicone top rack milf is in the house…just not in sight. A couple more thots hit the stage. One drops her panties. Nothing to write home about (or on here). Then some Latin music goes on. Monse time.

My Latin lady jumps on stage. Naked within sixty seconds. Better. Much better. Eye contact gets made. Second song ends. She heads my way. LDA.