I visited Chastity’s on a Saturday...

I visited Chastity’s on a Saturday evening from 9:30 PM to about 11:00 PM, and it was a pretty dismal experience. Five or six quite skanky girls were present when I arrived, and only a few more only-slightly-better ones arrived by the time I left. The dancers danced for three songs, which can be good—but only if the dancer has a lot of moves and does a real striptease, slowly and erotically removing her clothes. Unfortunately, most of Chastity’s dancers tore their clothes off in the first ten seconds and then just did the same move over and over for the next 10 or 12 minutes. In the hopes of salvaging something of the evening, I did a 2-for-1 private dance with the prettiest dancer, a part-Egyptian woman, who was nice, but she informed me that the club has a very strict hands-off policy (hands on the arm-rests, several feet away!), which seemed true in general from the several other private dances happening at the same time that I could also see.

Overall, I’d say that my visit to Chastity’s was a complete waste of time and money. The skank factor was so high and the dancing so poor that it really was more of a turn-off than a turn on. Indeed, I’d like to somehow remove from my memory the images of some of the dismal ultra-close-up cellulite-infested naked bottoms I saw during my short stay at the stage there. I’ve heard that, after a few years in the practice, gynecologists have usually become impotent, and I think I suffered this effect somewhat as a result of my visit to Chastity’s.

I don’t plan to return to Chastity’s, which just doesn’t compare to Platinum Plus a short distance away.