Fantasy Girls Field Report: Mascots, Maybes, and Missed Opportunities

Came in late night Saturday. $30 cover. Usual routine: security gives a light patdown, waves a wand like they’re blessing you, then you shuffle through a metal detector. Same dungeon lighting, same vaguely sticky ambiance. A real sensory experience.

This visit was definitely more lively than the Wednesday ghost town I hit last time. I’d say around 30 dancers on the floor and a handful of large groups camping around pervert row. Mix of body types - thick in all the right places, thick in all the wrong places, average builds, and maybe three spinners max. If you’re chasing spinners, Fantasy Girls isn’t it. Try Wild Orchid (or Men’s Club, haven’t been there yet but have heard things) if you want that build, Fantasy has more meat.

Most of the line up tonight were either Latinas or had some type of Black or mixed background. Pretty standard for this club. Of course it wouldn’t be a Fantasy Girls visit without seeing HER. The unofficial greeter. The bouncer before the bouncer. Finally learned her name… MARISOL. Talked about her in my last review.