Another win at the LCDV

Many PNW PLs view the Lake City Déjà Vu as a poor bet… off the beaten path, barely managed, low numbers of dancers, older dancers, etc. While these assertions are not technically wrong, the patient PL can still get quality mileage from hot women at reasonable prices.

LCDV is located north of Seattle just as Lake City Way becomes Bothell Way. It is a land of strip malls, Asian food joints, fast food, car dealerships, etc. Not as flea-bitten as Aurora Avenue, but nothing to write home about unless you really enjoy going to drive through McDonalds after hitting Walgreens. This location is the original Déjà Vu, complete with enormous parking lot, stand alone building, and a well-appointed interior. It is clean, spacious, dark, maintained, and usually 99% empty. There is a single stage, VIP booths with curtains, an LDA, and some kind of extra space that might be reserved for parties or ballers, neither of which are at this place ever. It also has a robo-DJ calling out dancers that don’t come up, and stage maintenance that doesn’t appear. It’s a little weird because while you can see a few PLs sitting on the high back loveseats, and a few dancers lounging, it just feels very empty. I could imagine some PLs look through the doorway, say “no way”, and turn around.

In classic LCDV “nobody’s home” style, I arrived at an unmanned front desk. Another PL was patiently waiting as well. After 5 minutes, I heard a lot of paper towels being pulled in the men’s bathroom across from the desk. I thought this must be the manager, but no it was an Octogenarian PL cane-limping his way out to the main floor. Another 5 minutes passed by with no manager and a similar rumbling emanated from the ladies’ bathroom. This time a tall brunette dancer with huge tits and a huge ass emerged, clocked us, smiled, and walked off after the Octo. Finally, I poked my head into the main room and hailed a stripper, who said she’d send the manager over. When she arrived, I paid my $22 (?) and sat down. It turns out that all Seattle clubs employ idiots for managers.