Once you make it past the...

Once you make it past the drugged-out homeless folks hanging outside (they're really good at talking you out of money), the interior is clean and well-kept. Small, with a pleasantly accessible stage. Within a minute of my walking in, a knockout model-type approached me, chitchatted, gave me a lapdance, and talked me into "a" VIP room dance. Big mistake.

First of all, the rooms were all occupied, so we ended up in a closet-like corner of the club sandwiched between the entrance and the bar, featuring an aquarium and very little privacy. The girl (I forgot her name) danced well and got me pretty hot. I tried to get a HJ, but she "let" me jack it instead, which was a little disconcerting considering the lack of privacy. She ran out and returned with a few napkins (classy!), and I took care of myself while she danced. She jumped out of the way when I came, then waited impatiently for me to clean up.

I'm quite sure she only danced 4-5 songs, but she immediately claimed it was 10, which meant $200! I didn't have the cash on me, and I didn't feel like arguing with the refridgerator-sized bouncers, so she supervised my visit to the ATM in the foyer. The damned machine charged me $25 just to get my $200. I gave her the money and ran out, pissed off, sweaty, and really upset that I didn't just go to an AMP or something. Could've bought a lot more fun for *that* price.