For the first 20 minutes, just...

For the first 20 minutes, just being in this place had my pulse racing. The first thing that hit me was the quiet, low key mood, coming right after leaving the relatively raucous Sundowner. There's sort of a downer (no pun) feeling here, but in a good way because it feels real. Real hardcore. Knowing what's on the menu, and seeing how many of the girls look hotter than you'd exepect, you have to feel something good's going to come out of it. And the first few times girls come by to rub your, uh, pants and frankly offer their champagne room services, your conviction only grows stronger.

Then, that initial rush of excitement begins to pass, and you realize you have to either take the plunge or lower your expectations. I just wasn't up for it. Too early to "finish", too many mercenary attitudes, too much of a gamble choosing the right girl, not enough tease to get me off. The hottest looking girl in the club told me, "I don't dance, I don't play around, I just suck." Well, what a waste of a terrific body! Here I thought I was a single-minded male pig, but I have to concede that title to anyone who agrees to her deal. I could just see myself going back with her then being so put off by her attitude and impatience that I'd be left unsatisfied.

So instead, I got a couple of high mileage $20 dances from a girl who was only average in looks but more playful than all the others. Too bad there weren't more girls with her attitude. I might have felt better about choosing one for the champagne room. I also enjoyed the stage diving here. Wait until the girl's 3rd song, when she'd nude, stick a toonie in your mouth and lie back for some up close pussy and stick shifting.