Bogarts and Henry VIII South
Dropped into Bogarts for a few minutes last a couple days ago early in the day. Wasn't impressed with the available talent at all. Average age was flat out old. I was approached by a lady that was pretty up front about what I could expect there. I was mildly tempted but declined and left after maybe 15 minutes.
Visited Henry VIII South the following evening. It was dead, with a few ladies staring at their phones. I got the attention of a decently hot lady and she was very blunt about my options. I was ready to partake but just a touch short on the available funds. Then things just got weirder and weirder. Her math got worse and worse, the options started shifting and eventually I was so confused I gave up. Then she sat there and told me flat out she was going to get my money one way or another. Nope, not like that you aren't. She finally got bored enough to move on and I don't really regret it.
Another bad time at BT's D
I really have no idea why I hate myself so much, but apparently I do to the point of returning to this godforsaken place. I guess it was the post mentioning that the VIP tax had dropped from a ridiculous 40 to a still-terrible 20. I had the free time such that I wouldn't have to run out to my car on short notice (which is (one reason) why I prefer the non-valet clubs), so I headed to BT's around 1:00 on a Wednesday, and settled in at the bar. As usual, every girl in the place - 10 total, even mix of black and white. Was sitting at the bar clicking on their mobile devices. Sweet nothings to their loser BF's, pimps, or perhaps trying to score a line with their dealers. Definitely no Instagram models here. Anyway, a black girl closest to me at the bar chats me up a bit, name was Doll. She was actually alright, young, cute, slender, I was about to pop the question and start negotiating, and then some dude appears with a tray full of food. For her and a couple others. WTF? So Doll keeps yapping to me, but now with a mouthful of chicken wings. The smell was horrible, granted there are worse smells in a SC but still. She kept chomping those wings like no tomorrow. The owner / manager walked by (someone else had pointed this out to me) and muttered something like "fucking chicken wings, damn". Uh, so do something about it? I moved away from her and not long after, a white girl sits down next to me. This one did nothing but complain about Tycoons closing and she got a call last night to come to BT's instead (same owner apparently). After 15 minutes of her complaining, one of her colleagues recognizes her, and they start complaining together about their plight. Eventually, one of them asked if I was going to get a dance. Mentally I had already moved on but decided to do some recon on my way out so I said well, depends, what did you have in mind, I like extras myself. She goes I DO NOT DO EXTRAS! I chuckled a bit and started to head out, then another black one stops me and says baby where you going let's have some fun! OK, one more shot. This time more blunt. I said well my idea of fun is a BJ for 100 no song count. Ready? No freaking response whatsoever, stunned silence. Must have been another Tycoons transplant. Got the hell out of there and will never be back.