A Tale of Two Visits

This is a pretty nice club as far as decor goes. Fairly big inside, it could hold a good size crowd on the weekends. Long bar on the right when you come in. It seemed fairly well-lit without being bright in there, just about right to really be able to check out the talent. The bar is comfy with a few TVs playing the important games of the day, and room for the girls to honey up to you. The private area is towards the back and to the right. There's a guy at a podium by the entrance that you pay for your time or songs. The dance area is pretty cool actually. It's a larger room with several walls to divide it into smaller rooms all with couches/love seats. Dimly lit but good enough to see the goodies.

This is kind of a review of two trips, the first was with a buddy who had been severely over-served at another club. For the duration of our visit I was pretty much babysitting him while trying to make time with the girls, who all seemed cuter on this night than the next when I went by myself. I did manage to go back for a dance with a highly tattooed white girl that seemed like she could have been quite aggressive on the couch given more time, unfortunately she wasn't around for my next visit.

My second visit was a Tuesday or Wednesday about 9 or 10 and two strange things happened: the first was at the rail. There was a cute black girl dancing, so I went and sat down just as her last song was finishing up. Bummed, but the next dancer was a super-cute, super young looking Latina, damn she was hot, but that's it. There I sat with a stack of singles, a few in my hand, prefolded longways and she never came anywhere near me to offer a place to put them. I was the only one watching her dance and when she was done, she gathered up her clothes and purse and left - a few bucks still on the stage in front of me, so I gathered those up and went back to sit at the bar. That's when the next weird thing started. A pretty hot older blonde (30-ish)came and scooched up next to me and started the hard sell for a private dance, rubbing all over me and really giving me the impression that the mileage would be high. So back we go and a few quick songs & an uncle Ben & some Jacksons later I'm wondering WTF just happened to my strip club MOJO? This chick never got within 2 feet of me except to hit me in the face with her bra a couple times. Beats the he'll out of me what caused the change in personality from the bar to the couch. Maybe she caught a cop vibe from me, or maybe aunt Flo suddenly came to town on our way back. Anyway, glad to be done with her and back at the bar to ponder it over a Cerveza, here comes another hottie. This time she's a very cute and slim black girl with a great smile and bubbly personality. We chat for a bit, she asks for a dance and winks and off we go to the back. I pay the man, again, leave him a nice tip and follow the girl to her favorite spot. She wastes no time losing her top and making her way to my lap. She gives a stellar performance and me being the handsy old dude that I am kept her quite busy swatting me away from the fun parts, even if she let me explore for a second or two here and there. It seems like a very good environment for extras, and I don't know if they monitor the cameras in there or not, but I didn't see any bouncers or managers looking at any displays on either visit. Anyhoo, to summarize: my personal stripclub game didn't net me any mileage in the club, but it seems like a maybe with the right girl at the right time. I did wind up with digits for take out to finish what we started though.