Providers Name: Candy
I visited PT's for the first and only time a couple weeks ago. It was a Sunday night and pretty quiet. I had just sat down with my soft drink when Candy, a very cute blonde, sat down with me...okay, more like straddled me. We talked a little about the dances, and when the subject of the VIP dance came up ($275 for a half hour! Yikes!), she said she'd take good care of me.

Okay, that caught my attention.

We made the financial arrangements with the barkeep, and she told me to tip him so he didn't disturb us.

Yeah, that really caught my attention.

After we settled into the VIP area, with curtains drawn and everything, I asked her what the ground rules were. She said there were none.

That really caught the attention of something else...for a few minutes anyway.

Her dancing was really among the most boring I've ever experienced. She doesn't grind, she doesn't talk dirty, she doesn't seduce -- she bounces. Facing you, she'll bounce on your lap and bump into your chest, over and over and over. She also did a couple other cliche maneuvers but they also bored me to tears. I think she was also pretty bored, considering just how often she'd stop and peek out the curtains at whatever was going on in the rest of the club.

She also tends to chat. She wants to open her own hairstyle salon. She wants to model for Maxim. She wants to get a boob job. (I heard that three or four times. I tried to reassure her that they were perfectly good breasts -- and they were, trust me! -- but she thinks they're too small, especially if she wants to model for Maxim.)

She also said she's a single mother with a daughter who was going to turn three in a couple days and she couldn't afford to give the kid a good party. I think you can see where that's going.

And you're right. About ten minutes before the end of that arduous half hour, she hit me up for a tip: $200. I asked her if she was going to take care of me. She beamed -- "I am taking care of you!" -- and started the bounce and bump even faster (yet still very boring). We went back and forth about the tip for a few minutes until I finally told her that the tip talk was done. She even tried using a little-girl pout on me. I don't know if she was just goofing around or if the pout was serious, but eventually she almost started up with cliche maneuver #3. Just as she was moving into place again, she looked at me, beamed, and said, "How about $40?"

I told her that we were done.

She stayed there on the floor, a very serious little-girl pout breaking out across her face. "Is this because I won't do any sexual favors for you?"
I left $20 for her, shook my head, and left before any sort of scene broke out.

Candy said she was voted the hottest girl in the club. If she's an example of what the other dancers are like, I will not go back there.