A Thursday night visit to the...

A Thursday night visit to the Montreal Jazz Festival meant, of course, another visit to Cleopatra. Unlike my last trip the place was packed. Getting a table was a challenge, despite the customary tip to Mr. Tuxedo at the door. A Heineken was $6 CDN plus tip. A variety of dancers of different shapes and sizes took the stage with varying degrees of nudity, including some that probably shouldn’t have been dancing.

May, a blonde dancer in a police costume, was smoking outside when I arrived. Imagine a Britney Spears type without the implants and a French-Canadian vibe. She spotted me inside the club and, after a little small talk, brought me over to the cubicles. There was enough of a crowd that we had to wait a few minutes for one.

Her lapdance was one of the most memorable I’ve ever had. I enjoy it when a dancer “takes charge” and adds a little theatricality to things, and this one knew what she was doing. Plenty of groping, access to everything, some ass-fingering on her part and even some surprising LFK. (Had I known it was coming I’d have avoided the beer!) I wish there was a little more of “returning the favor” on her part, but it was certainly more memorable than some of the music outside. The biggest surprise? She’d correctly counted the dances and, at only $10 CDN each, it was an amazing bargain. (She even asked if I wanted change!) Looking back I probably should have asked if she did anything outside of the club!