Finding the lone Cuban, now made famous on TUSCL!

After seeing Max's review from a month ago (pls review the review), I figured I'd give this place a shot. I pulled in and a guy jumped out of his car and told me it was $20 to park. I said OK and asked where and he was suprised that I offered to do the parking myself (tail in) which I did. THat seemed to cover the club cover as well, as after the patdown, there was no lady sitting at the booth. I walked in to what appeard like a long building, say 80 ft long, divided into thirds. The middle third where you enter is a bar with about 12 seats, behind me is a small stage. to the left is a sunken room with low bench "couches" and another pole stage. To the right is the other room with a smaller bar with several high tables. I scanned the rooms quickly and saw about 5 AA's and a white girl. The AAs were 5-7s, with one pushing an 8 (talla dn athletic). I decided I would take up Max's suggestion- The white girls was an attractive spinner (checkbox 1) with long black hair and fair skin (trademark of Cuban dancers). She was standing behind me trying to act cool, but I just blew her off hoping JJ McCarthy would do something other than hand the ball off on the bigscreen. No-go there, so I waived her over. She quickly esptablished she didn't speak any English (checkbox 2). Fortunately for me, I speak badass Spanish Ahahaha! I asked for her name. Yes, this was A******! No worries about not speaking Spanish as she was not a tremendous conversationalist, even in Spanish. She was pretty and was blessed with another common Cuban trait- Despite being petite, she had a naturally muscular body, specifically great thighs and a round firm bubble.

Acting like a newbie, I told her it was my first SC visit in ATL. She told me I was at a "black club", so I asked what she was doing there. She told me she was comfotable there as other clubs had too many Cubans to compete with, naming Vivide! She told me of the $10 floor dances. I was trained in couch dances, with only once or twice experiencing a high chair, so I volunteered myself for this learning experience as she walked me over to the high tables. It. was. great. In fact, she told me she hates couch dancing as they are way less comfy for the dancer. I believe it! After full exposure, she was able to stand straight up and twerk directly on Mr. Happy. It. Was. Great! I acted surprised when she took off all her clothes, and she told me "What the hell clubs have you been to?", I guess clearly not realizing how the rest of the world operates. As she finished her twerk, I asked what the booths next to us were. They looked like old school Sears changing rooms with curtains about 3ft wide with the room about 6 ft wide. She told me they were for VIP and elaborated that it was $50 for the house and dancer fee started at $200, which gives "more privacy and more chance to relax" or could be used for $20/song dances. So again, I dug. "so $200 for what? or is it timed?" She said 30 min, so I threw it back at her and asked if it also depended on what went on? She mused that "it could be for ten $20 dances, but that might run over...........or for s@x." I'm not sure what would qualify as deserving MORE than $200, since she clearly stated that as the starting point, but since she gave up all her leverage, I wasn't going to negotiate against myself.

Ok, so now she's speaking my language, even more than before. So I give her $50 and after a few minutes she comes back armed. We go inside a booth and she gets comfortable (naked), while I patiently wait for her to take out her wipies pack out of the purse and sets up shop on the back counter. She straddles me and grinds a bit as I massage her back. She talks about how she needs more of that. As she tranced out with the massage, I nibble on the neck and make a play for the lips, but after a couple evasive maneuvers on her part, I asked her directly and she says she does not kiss at all. At this point, she frees junior and puts a hat on him and we git to business, starting off with CBJ and ending FS in 3ish positions. THoughout the encounter, she was very careful using wipies and securing the hat, but not in a distracting way. I've got to give it to her, she IS BLESSED with a small, white, round bubble that I may have to personally admire again some other day. I ask when can take her home with me and she repeats what I said, in that unprepared "it's too soon" intonation. I'm fine with that. Thanks Max!