My recent excursion with the block
[QUOTE=TheFatKid;4098262]You can also try the Club Pussy Cat. No cover, so you can walk in check out the seen and walk out. Keep in mind that some of the ladies might be busy, so you may want to pay a club more than on visit. A drink for yourself at the bar is about $8 (this is mandatory if you stay). $25 for a ladies drink and $80 to $$. 40 for a VIP room. That doesn't include the ladies tip. That can range anywhere from $50 to $$. They also have lap dances for $70 - $90 (also doesn't include the ladies tip so add another $40 to $60).
They're open every day noon to 2 am. It's a different scene in the daytime and in the nighttime or weekends. Overall a bit pricey and it's kind of hit or miss. I've still had a great time more than once recently.[/QUOTE]And out of respect for the dancer, even with PM, I will not mention who it is I went to this one club, and was introduced to her, we go downstairs, and have a little "meet and greet" exchanged numbers and told her I was at the hotel up the street. She calls tells me she is on her way, with Two other dancers, who are all displaced and while we did our little deed in the bedroom, the others were servicing their addictions in the bathroom. My gal nods off, from sleep depa, and due to not busting one out, I approach her gal friend while the other chick goes out and disappeared for some smokes. I offered her 1. 0 plus some Flintstone pebbles. And drilled her balls deep in Mish, she also was exhausted, and was nodding out intermittently. Long story short of it, she was insistent on having make me bust a nut, which I admired, but pebbles desenatize me down below, and providing my stamina lasts, I can just keep going at it. It was a surreal evening to say the least. The following two nights they crashed over at the hotel with me, with basically these two ladies turning the room into a trap house. Due to their boy addictions, they selfishly paid more heedence to shooting up, verses servicing me. On the last day, the one dancer that was really into me shot up and was speed balling (taking a small amount of boy, and mixing with gurl, and stupidly injecting that crap. I had to monitor her and she just totally nodded out, with me lifting her up off the floor, and putting her on the bed. The last day was also a bit of an epipheny day, with me reminding her that we are not there to play Parcheesi, and that guys want to bust a nut. She apologized, but by then the mood was lost and they ultimately both were relegated to going back to the phantom zone. With these gals, they basically sabatoge their own lives due to lady H, being their bosses. Even if something Nobel and good came along, they don't have it within them to appreciate nor graciously accept it.
Entertaining in your hotel room.
[QUOTE=Indigo456;4099177]And out of respect for the dancer, even with PM, I will not mention who it is I went to this one club, and was introduced to her, we go downstairs, and have a little "meet and greet" exchanged numbers and told her I was at the hotel up the street. She calls tells me she is on her way, with Two other dancers, who are all displaced and while we did our little deed in the bedroom, the others were servicing their addictions in the bathroom. My gal nods off, from sleep depa, and due to not busting one out, I approach her gal friend while the other chick goes out and disappeared for some smokes. I offered her 1. 0 plus some Flintstone pebbles. And drilled her balls deep in Mish, she also was exhausted, and was nodding out intermittently. Long story short of it, she was insistent on having make me bust a nut, which I admired, but pebbles desenatize me down below, and providing my stamina lasts, I can just keep going at it. It was a surreal evening to say the least. The following two nights they crashed over at the hotel with me, with basically these two ladies turning the room into a trap house. Due to their boy addictions, they selfishly paid more heedence to shooting up, verses servicing me. On the last day, the one dancer that was really into me shot up and was speed balling (taking a small amount of boy, and mixing with gurl, and stupidly injecting that crap. I had to monitor her and she just totally nodded out, with me lifting her up off the floor, and putting her on the bed. The last day was also a bit of an epipheny day, with me reminding her that we are not there to play Parcheesi, and that guys want to bust a nut. She apologized, but by then the mood was lost and they ultimately both were relegated to going back to the phantom zone. With these gals, they basically sabatoge their own lives due to lady H, being their bosses. Even if something Nobel and good came along, they don't have it within them to appreciate nor graciously accept it.[/QUOTE]Not sure if I would entertain girls in my hotel room especially if they are shooting up, what if they OD, might have some uncomfortable explaining to do with cops. I had a UTR OD on me once and did my darnest to wake her up, and I was lucky to do so otherwise I did not fancy rushing her to the ER or having to explain to cops what happened. For myself, never again.
Should have seen the old days
[QUOTE=Samperkins420;4122049]I'm in town on business and just checked out the block. LOL wow you all weren't kidding! Place is something else, like going back in time. Felt like how Times Square in the 80's has been described to me. There was literally someone peddling produce from a horse drawn cart. Lots of junkies. I'm wearing a nice set of slacks, custom blazer, and Italian leather shoes so needless to say I stuck out like a sore thumb!
The Block was smaller than I expected, it's literally one tiny city block maybe 200 yards end to end (if that). Got lucky and was able to park around the corner.
Went into Harem and a couple other places. Not to be too much of a dick but the women were disgusting. Either really heavy, really old, really trashy, or really really strung out. And most were a combination of two or more. They were attracted to me like flies on shit and I literally didn't even sit down in two of the clubs bc they surrounded me as soon as I walked in.
Hung out at Harem for like 20 minutes to have a beer, bartender had a great body that was it. Some really, really dirty blue collar guys were in there drinking and just stared daggers at me the whole time as if I had invaded their sacred space. Was awkward and when I left I made sure to look over my shoulder, these guys were that sketchy. The two women I saw there both came over to rub my junk but they were scary looking so I sent them away.
I want to try it again but when dressed in normal clothes like jeans & a hoodie, not when looking like an investment banker. Unfortunately I don't have time this trip as I'm leaving town tonight but next time I'm here overnight I'll definitely give it another shot.[/QUOTE]Even in the early 1980's The Block was bigger. As late as the late 1990's you could still see "investment bankers" in block clubs. The Block however is going the way of the dodo. It hasn't been nice in a while. Even when it was "better" it was still too sleezey for my Washington friends. Hell, I love sleeze but The Block has gotten too much even for me. I am not exactly down on it but you really do have to manage expectations. Even when it was better, it was no match in terms of quality of establishment as the big nice fancy clubs in places like Atlanta.
I blame the internet for much of it but the owners are and have been stuck in the 1950's as a business model. I doubt there will be much of The Block in a few years. It's a shame as I think there is still some market for strippers but they way owners run those places has not kept up with the times or what customers want.
Good luck though and I mean that sincerely. It can be fun as long as you know what you're getting into and are prepared for what you get.
