We all need a little grace, don't we?
I'd never been to Rancho Cordova before, so I was new to Gold Club Centerfolds. Standard industrial-vibe location, a well-lit parking lot, a couple of guys under a pop-up tent with some kind of counter (maybe valet parking was available?), nothing seemed sketchy or dangerous.
This is a surprisingly big club, with two stages (one not being used at all), and lots of plush upholstered rolling chairs and tiny little round tables. A bar on your immediate right when you enter (that's where the bartender will accept your $20 cover and give you a wristband), and then the room with the active stage on the right and the inactive one on the left. Straight across from the bar is a hallway that leads to the VIP area, which is a rather large, dimly-lit area with a surprising number of little booths (maybe 20?), each one with a two-person bench with a nicely-angled back, a small round table, an acrylic shelf up high for cell phones and glasses or whatever, and no curtain. I didn't see any main-room lapdances occurring the whole time I was there and never heard a price for them, so it was my understanding that they aren't on the menu. Speaking of menus, they have a kitchen and offer simple Hawaiian-influenced dishes. The kitchen even appears on Yelp with rave reviews. I ordered a dish and wasn't impressed with it, but it could have just been me.
Grace found me almost right away, and what a treat she was. I wasn't ready to commit to anything, but as I looked around, it became clear that I wasn't really attracted to anyone else. Grace wore no makeup, and has a face that supports that bold choice (especially in a strip club, where the makeup can get pretty extreme!), no visible tats, and wore a simple bra and panties. All the other girls had really complicated outfits, layer upon layer of fishnet and strappy things and whatever, but to these eyes it was all to distract from unappealing body shapes, sedentary lifestyles and lack of self-care. So Grace, in that environment, is a beautiful anomaly: fresh face, beautiful, creamy skin, natural, perfect-sized boobs, a little extra softness in the tush.
We ended up having two half-hour sessions in the private area. One was pretty traditional, and I found her to be a sensual partner, not afraid to feel me through my pants, and very easy to talk to while fooling around. I knew I wouldn't be putting my mouth on her or putting my fingers inside her, and I was just fine with that. After more chatting out in the main area, I realized I wanted more. We'd been having a great conversation about what happens to sex when you get older, and I'd been joking that I think there should be cuddle parlors, where you could just spoon with a cute girl for a while, in the sensual but not specifically sexual way that you might relax with a girlfriend, with some caressing but no agenda.
The conversation got animated around this idea, and so our second session was exactly that. We used the most private booth and the little rolling table to create a version of a nearly-horizontal surface, with her permission I unbuttoned my shirt, she took off her bra, and we spooned, with my hands crisscrossed around her and holding her delightful breasts. We talked quietly, I caressed her in a lazy way, we both got really, really relaxed, and the half hour felt like 90 minutes.
All you horndogs must be thinking this sounds demented or pointless, but as an old guy with ED, finding a beautiful girl who was excited to go on a little journey with me in pursuit of a fantasy of mine—what do you call it? Sex-adjacent? Being sensual without an agenda? The approximation of affection?—well, it was really, really gratifying for me. Got to my hotel and slept like a baby.
If you're in the area and you run into Grace, please treat her right. She is not open to 'extras,' but she's open to something else entirely: connection. And what a perfect name she's using.
