I pull over on my way...

I pull over on my way down South Boulevard to get my bearings because this club is nowhere to be found. At some point, I look up at this nondescript grey building and noticed there was a little sign that said Leather and Lace. I open the door and walk in and am looking at a little service window, show my id and don't recall getting hit up for a cover. It was a little after noon.

Walked into a small, narrow club with a bar at one end (off to my right) and a stage at the other end. The stage is a semi-circle and is actually a pretty good size considering how small the club is. Semi-separated was a small section up a step with two couches and a half wall around it. You'll spend a little bit more to get dances there and for my visit it was worth it. There's a pool table between the tables and chairs on the main floor and the bar, with a side stage off to the left of the bar against the wall. Actually saw it in use for half a song with only a couple of girls around, but I'm getting ahead of myself. So just after I walk in I notice the club is practically empty. Not completely, there were people but they all worked there. On guy was the DJ at another club, the door guy, and I think the other one was a bouncer type but they were pretty laid back. Talking trash about a used up dancer they all knew with the hot blonde bartender. My guess is a former dancer (or someone who should have been) by the name of April. Made a mean drink, too. Specialty is the Blue Motorcycle. So you're probably wondering where the dancers are in this review. So was I. At this point I had a kamikaze in hand, nothing to do, and a few televisions in front of me all tuned into olympic trial sports. Strangest moment of the day (at least until I got to Twin Peeks) was hearing two rugged looking guys discuss proper form for male divers.

Once I started on my second drink and chatting up April, I finally decided to ask if any girls were around. I was there pretty early in the day and they hadn't been open long. She took a look in the dressing area and told me there were two, one blonde and one brunette. While I was waiting a couple more guys walked in and sat at the bar. A few minutes go by and one girl walks out from back. Petite blonde who goes by Baby Girl, cute face and average body, made her way to the other two guys but it wasn't a big deal to me. My favorite dancer at one of my favorite clubs (also a petite blonde) goes by Baby Girl so I probably had a little comparison shopping going inside my head. Something told me the franklins would be safe from this version, though, and I kept on drinking. Then reflected off something behind the bar (maybe it was mirrors) I noticed another gal making her way up front. Turned around to see a tall, stacked brunette bursting out of her top, sucking on a lollipop and heading right for me. Meet Destiny. She kinda has that Long Island catholic hottie brunette look going, which for those of you who've seen it know what I mean. Didn't ask where she was from but either way now we're getting somewhere. About 5'8" without the shoes, heading toward my limit for laps but (as I'll get to later) no complaints. Her attitude made all the difference.