A tale of two titty bars.
It's Friday night in Tucson so I ventured out to Candy Store and TD's East just to see what it was like. It's been a while since I sampled the night life in the clubs. I'm a daytime person and I've established my credentials with the day shifts in the many clubs so I was amazed to see the difference between the day and night operations. In the case of CS, the daytime is most definitely the time to be there because, once the sun goes down, the club changes its character completely—and not for the better. On the other hand, TD's seems to have consistent quality throughout the day.
I was amazed at the difference in clubs. For instance the cover charge at CS was $5 (Rosie on the door, of course) and $9 at TD's East. Drinks were $3.75 at CS and $5.75 at TD's. VIP room entry fee is $15 at CS, $30 at TD's. Floor dances are $5 at CS, $8 at TD's. VIP dances are $10 at CS, $15 at TD's. Here's the big difference: CS was a disaster while TD's was a hit.
I was at CS for an hour and was never asked for a dance. The atmosphere of the club, the dancers, and the music I'd characterize as juvenile gangsta thuggery. The attitudes of the customers and dancers were crude, gutter, classless, tasteless, and snotty. Case in point: after an hour of zero, zilch, nada interest, I asked a dancer to dance for me. She gave me the snotty attitude, "I only dance in the VIP." As it happens, I wanted a dance in the VIP, but with that attitude I told her to forget it. The young crowd was dressed like they just came in from a gang meeting. The dancers were dressed like they just arrived from a hooker convention.
Somebody needs to tell the management to improve their hiring practices. There was only one dancer there that I'd consider a 6 on the proverbial scale (but she had the attitude problem). The rest were mostly 2-4s with an abundance of hips, jowls, and tattoos. They were awful examples of what strippers are supposed to be. It's as if the manager went to the unemployment office and picked the first ten females in line and threw bras and t-bars on them and pushed them out on stage. No talent, no personality, no effort, no interest. There was nothing about any of the dancers—on or off stage—that made you want to approach them. I left.
My next stop was TD's East when I got there only about seven customers were in attendance while eight servers, four floormen, and a restroom attendant scurried around trying to look busy. In the first hour I was asked fifteen times (I counted) if I was okay or if I wanted anything. There is such a thing as too much customer relations.
The quality of dancers showed in every aspect. The best looking dancer at CS was still less lovely than the ugliest dancer at TD's. The attitude of the TD's dancers were friendly, attentive, conversational, sexy, and welcoming. I must of had at least a dozen dancers ask me for dances. Everything about the experience had class—even the girl-on-girl action in the VIP between two dancers.
I had the best experience of the night with two TD's dancers in particular. One was Puerto Rican with the nicest, juiciest bubble butt ever, nice naturals, and a name that I can't remember. She was a darling in the VIP. The other was Lacy, a tall, all-natural leggy brunette with gorgeous legs who gave me a gfe but without the sex. Everything else about her performance was delicious, especially the DFK.
Friday night at the clubs. Next stop—Nogales.
Reporting from the front lines,
Sexhobbyist
