I haven't spoken about MK in...

I haven't spoken about MK in a long time, and I too must echo the fair-to-middling reviews most of you guys have given. It's gotten so hit-and-miss that I don't think I'll be going back for a while.

This update ropes together two visits, a great one and a bad one. I'll start off on the good foot, when I saw the place with the new extension for the first time. It's unclear whether it was prompted after a car drove into the front of the building where Miss Kitty's formerly housed a sex shop, but they cleaned out and renovated that area into part of the club. It's darker, the stage there (the fourth) is bigger and abuts the wall perpendicular to the one the other three are flush with and, obviously, it's cleaner. (There is also a bar that doesn't seem to be stocked at all, and a bathroom that is probably a hell of a lot cleaner than the old one, and I don't understand why I keep using the dirty one at the far end of the bar.) The great night started when I sat at that stage and tipped Toni for a second time. She's a 7, short blond hair, wouldn't kick her out of bed, but nothing spectacular. But she came on like a hellcat, telling me that she's all horny from watching Asian porn all day (she couldn't help but quote "fucky sucky" throughout my tip dance). And then we started to get real intimate, even more so than what you get here or at any place in East St. Louis - lifting up my shirt to suckle me, presenting her muff so I could eat her out, etc. Afterward she told me that she'd "take care of me" for a hundred bucks. Sold!

We went to the back. And for the third time in a row, the handjob I got here was without my girl wanting to see my pee-pee. In fact, she contorted her body into a reverse cowgirl position and arched her back that put a lot of pressure on my shoulders and legs before doing her business to me. I don't know what the hell kind of Kama Sutra thing Toni was going for or if she was afraid the other customers and/or management would be able to pierce through the dark and hone in on my dick, but the stroking and cooing into my ear set me off anyway. She didn't mind that she had to wash her hand afterward. (It must have helped that I was done after only one fucking song.) She satisfied two of my Three Conditions, so I rate that visit as a 9.