The Thrill is Gone

Everyone familiar with this site knows that I’m the cheerleader for this club. It WAS a niche club that catered to a particular monger looking for an urban latin club with Latinas with the Instagram body. Well it is still that, but it isn’t fun anymore.

I got to the club at around 11:40 on a Sunday night, which was one. Usual parking cover was 3.00. During the security check out front of the club they asked if I wanted to get a bottle or a table. First time I was ever asked that, and a preview of the disappointment to come. Cover charge was 30.00. I heard that it went up from 20 to 50 following COVID, so 30 bucks was I guess a good thing. Get in to the club, and the crowd was somewhat thin. Only one girl on stage, and some times two (and later in the night at times there were more men on the stage than girls – I’ll explain, but again Club is headed in the wrong direction). They built some booths on either side of the stage as opposed to the tables that were there prior. But if you wanted to stage tip the girls, it left you with a lot fewer avenues. I go to my preferred seating location by the back bar and I find that there are no seats there. I pull a seat from an empty high top table near by and keep it moving. Beer was around 8bucks, but I got it with a bunch of ones so hard to be sure. Speaking of that…the tip walk has significantly diminished. Far fewer girls came by and did it. While it was a tax, the pros of it were that it kept girls coming by you, and if you liked her could get some nice action with repeated singles. I came to the club expecting to dole out singles, and while at times it was overwhelming, this fall of a cliff was too much and took a lot away from my experience. Not to soon a bouncer brings a group to the high top I stole the chair from, and just like that, I lost my chair. So now I’m just leaning on the bar. The best part of the night is that one of my long time fave dancers who I’d not seen since the month before covid hit was there. Last time I saw her she slimmed up, but thankfully the four years thickened her back up to her normal self. While standing at the bar was asinine, it was actually better than sitting for our usual routine of essentially giving me barside lapdances for singles. While she is doing this I notice that a guy has set up a timbale (latin drum set) up on the stage, and later a DJ is setting up on the other end. This is not good, this is not good. By time I stop my barside lapdances and decide to go to the lap dance room, the DJ from the stage is now in full swing. Nobody ends up playing the Timbales, but there is a DJ and a hype man taking up good real estate on the state where the asses and titties should be. The music was all latin, and particularly focused on Cuban style reggaeton. What was an Urban Latin club (meaning reggaeton and hip hop) was at least on this Sunday night just a Cubaton (Cuban style more musical reggaeton) club. The DJ did what all obtrusive strip club DJs do, and blend and shorten the records so it was difficult to know when a song ended, and the songs were shorter to begin with. My girl gave me dances that I liked, but the vibe of the club just wasn’t there on a whole. I always tip, but between me thinking it was 5 dances, and her thinking it was 6, she ended up getting shorted a tip as I just handed her 150 – dances are 25 each. I get out of the room and go back to the main club, and it is evident the focus was no longer on the dancers. The hype man is running around, I’m not enjoying the music, and one of my alltime favorite girls is sitting over in an area with slot machines (that is new btw) by herself vaping (when I never knew her to smoke before). Just all in all this just aint fun no more. While there were a few more girls I would like to sample, they just weren’t coming around and I wasn’t in a mood to chase. So I left, with a lot more money in my pocket than I intended to leave with.

There were about 25 girls. Less than usual for a Sunday night (but admittedly my past experiences were pre-Covid so old). Girls still were on the shapely side. This is still the club for the Instagram body Latina, though you don’t see them as much because there are two fucking guys on stage blocking them and making noise and shortening songs. Lots of the big bottle waitress and bouncer parade with the signs and the lights. I’ve been on the receiving end of that at a club once and it made me feel stupid. Happened all night here. Didn’t see much action going into the lap dance room or anything going into the VIPs.