I got to Michael's International after...

I got to Michael's International after midnight. This club kind of reminded me of a banquet hall, which made the clubs layout quite interesting. A long hallway leads into the club. After passing the desk where one pays cover and the washrooms, one arrives at the bar and pool tables partitioned off from the rest of the club by a divider. The strip club proper is composed of a large main stage and two smaller stages. The are no poles, but the main stage has a double stirrup handle from a weightlifting machine hanging from a chain. Tipping a couple bucks at the stages receives attention from the dancers as most of the crowd was content to just watch. Dances rotated from main stage to side stage 1 to side stage 2 after each song. Music was mostly in Spanish--rap and pop. Occasionally there was a non-Spanish rap song or a classic rock song. Clientele was mostly Hispanic with a few whites and blacks. A previous reviewer mentioned the chairs were tall and could block your view; I can affirm this but the tall chairs are beneficial in the private dance area.

The dancers were almost entirely Hispanic; I talked to girls from Mexico, Belize, and El Salvador and most spoke entremely poor English. Communication was difficult. There was also a token white girl and the odd black girl to round out the line-up. Boobs were generally on the smaller side but asses were buxom. To my dismay, a third of the girls had loose skin on their stomachs, indicating recent pregnancies. There were too many waitresses here, some were attractive enough to be dancers. I was asked to buy a drink sometimes three or four times a minute, but the waitresses were not offended when I declined. A bottle of beer cost me $5.50.

The entertainers were not too pushy for dances. No DV-style hustle here. I went back to the private dance area with a girl and did some $20 dances. The private area was a dark room off to the side of the main club. Other customers were being serviced in full view but the tall chairs made for a little bit of privacy. The girl let me touch her everywhere with DFK. Lots of friction and she seemed intent on making me cum all over her. Overall, I'd probably stop by again if I was in this part of Houston or had lolita fever.