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This was my first time in a male strip club as I'm from London, so young men getting their kit off in public and wiggling their bits around is something of a novelty. I had read some of the reviews on here before going, though, so was aware of things like the fee is per song, not for the whole dance. And I have to say, for those that ran up a dance bill of $400 and thought that would be $10 - what were you thinking, you must have been in there *ages*. So anyway, I got in late because I'd been out with (straight) friends for dinner and couldn't lose them until after midnight. The club was pretty quiet, with only a few customers and four dancers. A bottle of Heineken cost me $7, which seeed a tad pricey, especially given the price list on the wall behind the bar said $5.75 - but no matter, it wasn't as if I was buying everyone a round. After a few minutes, a young lad in a T Shirt (and I wasn't sure at this stage whether he worked there or not - and if he did, he had more of a look of a bus boy than a dancer), nervously approached me. Me avoiding his gaze, him trying to get in my eyeline. It was pretty comical now I think back. He eventually said something and I quickly established that his English was only marginally better than my French; so this made communication a little tricky. His name was Danny, early 20s, and it didn't take him long to explain that I could have a private dance - $10 for 'open curtain', $20 for 'closed curtain'. Paying $20 meant I also got to touch. I declined initially, and we chatted (awkwardly) at the bar while I drank through another $7 bottle of Heineken. Now I could have misunderstood, but Danny seemed to imply that he only gets paid for the private dancing, and the stuff he does on the stage is more like an advertisement of his wares. As I say, I may have misunderstood, but it also seemed perfectly believable. So at this point, I felt a little guilty that the poor sop was only trying to push the private dancing otherwise he'd be going home with nowt for the evening, so I said '2 dances' and he nodded with a smile of acknowledgement that I seemed to know the system already. The booths are pretty snug. You sit with your back to the wall, and the dancer stands on a low circular platform, with a curtain going around you both. Danny got naked and stood there explaining he was waiting for the start of the song while I was starring right at his family jewels a couple of inches away from my face. A first for British reserve. The next song started and Danny proceeded to gyrate a bit, encouraging me to touch him. He rubbed his bum into my crotch (which was not at all unpleasant) and fondled himself into a state of semi arousal while I helped him along, stroking his cock and balls. For me, this was one of my vanilla fantasies, seeing a cute lad and getting to touch him up for twenty quid. Yum. The two songs had, for a total of $40 was very pleasant, and although desperately seedy, I absolutely loved it. Yes, the place could do with a few more punters and dancers in it, and possibly the bar pricing is a bit iffy, but what the hell - if you wanted classy, you should be drinking at Wunderbar in the W Hotel, not a strip joint.