Cover was $7, soda 2 bucks....

Cover was $7, soda 2 bucks. The club is a fairly dark, long room with a bar at one end, a stage at the other where the dancers do two song sets -- the second topless -- and tables or benches long the side walls. I was there for opening on a Saturday. There were a half dozen or more ladies who, while not unattractive, wouldn’t have garnered much notice at the mall, fully clothed. There was also a grossly fat DJ, bouncer, manager, whatever who watched every chair in the place, either directly or via mirror, more like a vulture than a hawk.

I got a lap from a nice, vaguely Latina chick who gave well hidden access to her breasts, and flashed me a little cooch on request. She stayed for four songs (there were only a couple of other customers) dancing two, and never asked for money. Of course I paid her anyway. I am constantly chagrined by those twits who fail to understand this is a business and both the club owners/employees and dancers have to make a living. I finally had to ask her for a VIP session, which was a mistake, for while she was well disposed to allowing a little intimate fondling, the fat guy sure wasn’t.

I was attracted to L&L by <greystormrising>‘s review of 1/29/04. I know you are supposed to walk a mile in another man’s shoes before criticizing his actions, but I can’t help believing the old boy was whizzing on our leg and telling us it was raining.