My mind is has gone. Brother Randolph reminded me that I forgot to mention the waitresses at Deja Vu last weekend. They don't "perform" except when they're cleaning the stage. Hot is a nice term.
They didn't strip yet still had some guys dropping bills.
The blond with two pigtails was stunning.
Due to Morley recovering from an illness we won't likely be reviewing any place this coming weekend. Then again, who knows.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Club Fantasy vs Deja Vu: A Head-to-Head Comparison (Figuratively Speaking)
Here's was the plan: Morley, Randolph, and I would head to Downtown L.A., get some grub, go to Club Fantasy for a bit, then end up at Deja Vu. Morley and I had been preaching the Never Tame Gospel to Randolph and we had to back up our talk.
Got to downtown and ate at Sam Woo's in Chinatown. With full stomach we were ready for an evening of "research". I mean this was it. Club Fantasy was where I saw (damn, what was her name?), let's call her Tia. Oh, she of the perfect 10 body and face. Tia versus Never Tame.
We get to Club Fantasy about 6:30...and where's the coroner? It was dead. About 5-6 girls sitting, none of them Tia, none of them near the quality of Tia. About 5-6 guys standing around but can you blame them? Where's the choice? We stand around about 15 minutes before Randolph chooses a girl and goes to the dance floor. Morley and I stand there thinking: "Why are the girls sitting there? Work the room! If Never Tame were here..."
When Randolph returned after 45 minutes, two more girls had appeared who were respectable. Morley and I likely would have asked them if they'd shown 45 minutes earlier. But we had a schedule dammit. Farewell Club Fantasy and honestly it's perhaps better that Tia wasn't there.
The Club Fantasy girls in some ways is more dangerous than the Deja Vu girls. Sure, from a strictly monetary perspective, Club Fantasy is a better deal. $30 an hour is freaking unbeatable and if you want a long evening of intimate contact, there you go.
It's the intimate contact that's dangerous. It's not intimate like with Never Tame but let me explain. With a girl like Tia who is, shall we say, debateably an American, you hear her story. Her family, where she's from, and how she's hoping to have relatives visit if she only had the money...American Guy to the rescue! Here, bring your sister to the Mighty U.S., get your kid(s) presents, blah, blah, blah.
It's a shallow and dangerous involvement.
But enough about Club Fantasy. I'm over it. We left for Deja Vu and a re-visit with Never Tame.
(There starts the heart palpitations.)
Morley and I arrived before Randolph. We walk in right during a Never Tame dance. We sit down front row (of course!). She gave us the biggest smile and greeting from across the stage. It truly warmed our hearts (I was going to say hearts and cockles but that's so cliche).
Randolph showed and, OK, wasn't as taken with her as much as Morley and myself. He was fixated with August, a Latina porn star who was there. That's fine, that gave Morley and myself more Never Tame time.
We weren't disappointed. Everything I wrote about her the first time still held true. She was just as captivating, fascinating, and fun as the previous visit. We've seen her through three dances now and they were each different, yet still amazing, exciting, and heart-stopping. I know I was afraid. One mistake and she'd be hurt.
Hmmm.
"Dr. Dimm to the stage! Dr. Dimm to the stage!"
"Hold on Never Tame. I'll do mouth-to-mouth..."
Sorry, momentary aside.
Randolph had to leave early but Morley and I enjoyed talking with Never Tame, hearing her stories. Never Tame is truly someone special with a mind-blowing combination of intelligence, beauty, personality, charisma.
And unhappy. I said in my previous review that she looked like Jessica Biel. She was fine with that. But, having another chance to stare, I thought she looked more like Annie Lennox. To Morley and myself, that's a Major Compliment but Never Tame didn't like that. Mea culpa, Never Tame, mea culpa. Don't hold it against me. On the other hand.
An aside: The DJ was much better this time around. No crude language. Nice. Also, it turns out they do have a strobe but use it very rarely, usually (according to NT) on an obnoxious dancer. It's blinding though.
Another aside and this says a lot: Every dancer except Never Tame had the horseshoe of chairs around the stage pretty empty, even August the ex-porn star. Never Tame not only had them filled but the had the stage covered with money. Nuff said.
Why the hell are you still reading this? Go see her. Say you read about her on the Dimm Brothers page.
Got to downtown and ate at Sam Woo's in Chinatown. With full stomach we were ready for an evening of "research". I mean this was it. Club Fantasy was where I saw (damn, what was her name?), let's call her Tia. Oh, she of the perfect 10 body and face. Tia versus Never Tame.
We get to Club Fantasy about 6:30...and where's the coroner? It was dead. About 5-6 girls sitting, none of them Tia, none of them near the quality of Tia. About 5-6 guys standing around but can you blame them? Where's the choice? We stand around about 15 minutes before Randolph chooses a girl and goes to the dance floor. Morley and I stand there thinking: "Why are the girls sitting there? Work the room! If Never Tame were here..."
When Randolph returned after 45 minutes, two more girls had appeared who were respectable. Morley and I likely would have asked them if they'd shown 45 minutes earlier. But we had a schedule dammit. Farewell Club Fantasy and honestly it's perhaps better that Tia wasn't there.
The Club Fantasy girls in some ways is more dangerous than the Deja Vu girls. Sure, from a strictly monetary perspective, Club Fantasy is a better deal. $30 an hour is freaking unbeatable and if you want a long evening of intimate contact, there you go.
It's the intimate contact that's dangerous. It's not intimate like with Never Tame but let me explain. With a girl like Tia who is, shall we say, debateably an American, you hear her story. Her family, where she's from, and how she's hoping to have relatives visit if she only had the money...American Guy to the rescue! Here, bring your sister to the Mighty U.S., get your kid(s) presents, blah, blah, blah.
It's a shallow and dangerous involvement.
But enough about Club Fantasy. I'm over it. We left for Deja Vu and a re-visit with Never Tame.
(There starts the heart palpitations.)
Morley and I arrived before Randolph. We walk in right during a Never Tame dance. We sit down front row (of course!). She gave us the biggest smile and greeting from across the stage. It truly warmed our hearts (I was going to say hearts and cockles but that's so cliche).
Randolph showed and, OK, wasn't as taken with her as much as Morley and myself. He was fixated with August, a Latina porn star who was there. That's fine, that gave Morley and myself more Never Tame time.
We weren't disappointed. Everything I wrote about her the first time still held true. She was just as captivating, fascinating, and fun as the previous visit. We've seen her through three dances now and they were each different, yet still amazing, exciting, and heart-stopping. I know I was afraid. One mistake and she'd be hurt.
Hmmm.
"Dr. Dimm to the stage! Dr. Dimm to the stage!"
"Hold on Never Tame. I'll do mouth-to-mouth..."
Sorry, momentary aside.
Randolph had to leave early but Morley and I enjoyed talking with Never Tame, hearing her stories. Never Tame is truly someone special with a mind-blowing combination of intelligence, beauty, personality, charisma.
And unhappy. I said in my previous review that she looked like Jessica Biel. She was fine with that. But, having another chance to stare, I thought she looked more like Annie Lennox. To Morley and myself, that's a Major Compliment but Never Tame didn't like that. Mea culpa, Never Tame, mea culpa. Don't hold it against me. On the other hand.
An aside: The DJ was much better this time around. No crude language. Nice. Also, it turns out they do have a strobe but use it very rarely, usually (according to NT) on an obnoxious dancer. It's blinding though.
Another aside and this says a lot: Every dancer except Never Tame had the horseshoe of chairs around the stage pretty empty, even August the ex-porn star. Never Tame not only had them filled but the had the stage covered with money. Nuff said.
Why the hell are you still reading this? Go see her. Say you read about her on the Dimm Brothers page.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Deja Vu *is* Never Tame
Morley and I had an unexpected free night so what to do? Downtown L.A. to 4th and Hill? As much fun as Club Fantasy was and same for Desire, we knew that business demanded we visit someplace different. So cheap bastards us, we perused the LA Weekly and chose for no particular reason other than a freebie entrance coupon to visit Deja Vu in Van Nuys (Raymer at Coldwater Canyon).
Frankly we had low hopes because of the service we had at Desire, the fun we had at Club Fantasy, and our own experience that club chains are usually ripoffs. A strip joint usually means sitting, conserving your cash, fending off the persistent plea of "wanna lapdance?", looking for that one special dancer...
Well, Folks, it's over. While Deja Vu was frankly nothing special...
Good:
The folks manning the outside were friendly.
The waitresses were also friendly and conveniently doubled as ATMs.
The room was like Desire - one big stage with rows of comfortable chairs horseshoeing around it.
DJ played a nice mix of music.
No strobe.
Just a couple of "niche" dancers. In fact, most were rather cute.
Place got hopping as the night went on.
Minimal tattoos. The only over-tattoed woman there was a waitress.
Bad:
DJ was too street in talk. It sounded rather demeaning and ruined the class.
The music did get louder as the night progressed.
...it's over for one reason, that one special dancer. She calls herself "Never Tame". She has "It" - the presence, the poise. She's, well, not button cute or drop-dead gorgeous but eerily captivating and definitely pretty with amazing challenging eyes.
We have a game. We like to stare at dancers when they're doing their routine just to mess with them. They're trying to get us to look at their bodies and our game is to stare at their eyes. It's unnerved quite a few dancers.
"Never Tame" called us out. She had Morley hooked when she asked him why he wouldn't look at her eyes. Whoa-effing-A! He hadn't and she got him.
Presence. She has it.
Poise. She has that too.
Personality. She played us both like it's nothing to her. She gave us sass backed with intelligence. That's a rare and fantastic combo. She didn't bug us about wanting a lap dance after the first inquiry. She kept coming over to visit and let us dig ourselves deeper.
Plus there was this element of, well, danger. Sure, she's sweet and friendly but there's another side.
Some kid was celebrating the Big 18 so they brought him up on stage and sat his scrawny ass down in a chair against a pole. Nevertame was first up and she sat on his lap facing him. She started a slow grind then - BAM! BAM! - she thrust viciously, violently against him. I thought she'd broken the chair or pole it was that forceful. Then she got up and was calm. We were shocked. Hell, we were scared when she came over to us to talk. Please don't kill us.
Body. I thought she was a gymnast. She has that type of athletic build - muscular but not a steroid monster - and when she did her pole dance... I'd never seen a pole dance like what she did, including swinging from the rafters. The crowd went nuts. We felt really bad for the dancer that had to follow her.
Her body was tight. Perfect? No. It was obvious she had some work done upstairs but, again with her presence, it didn't effing matter.
No tattoos.
She looked like she belonged in an action flick, that type of powerful (yet super sexy) body. I said that to her. She replied that a lot of people say that to her:
Never Tame: "They say I look like that girl in Resident Evil."
Lester: Milla Jovovich?
Never Tame: Yeah. Is she pretty?
Lester: She's smoking hot!! You do look like her.
Never Tame: Yessss!!!!
But now that I think about it, it's not Milla Jovovich she reminds me of, it's Jessica Biel. That's not a downgrade either.
So readers that's it. It's over. You go to Deja Vu for one reason: Never Tame. Find out if she's working that night. Break out the major bills and have a "Never Tame Special". If you're like Morley and myself, you'll consider becoming a regular of hers.
And if she switches clubs, you switch with her. She's Number One - the best dancer we've experienced. Period.
I have to go reset my pacemaker.
Frankly we had low hopes because of the service we had at Desire, the fun we had at Club Fantasy, and our own experience that club chains are usually ripoffs. A strip joint usually means sitting, conserving your cash, fending off the persistent plea of "wanna lapdance?", looking for that one special dancer...
Well, Folks, it's over. While Deja Vu was frankly nothing special...
Good:
Bad:
...it's over for one reason, that one special dancer. She calls herself "Never Tame". She has "It" - the presence, the poise. She's, well, not button cute or drop-dead gorgeous but eerily captivating and definitely pretty with amazing challenging eyes.
We have a game. We like to stare at dancers when they're doing their routine just to mess with them. They're trying to get us to look at their bodies and our game is to stare at their eyes. It's unnerved quite a few dancers.
"Never Tame" called us out. She had Morley hooked when she asked him why he wouldn't look at her eyes. Whoa-effing-A! He hadn't and she got him.
Presence. She has it.
Poise. She has that too.
Personality. She played us both like it's nothing to her. She gave us sass backed with intelligence. That's a rare and fantastic combo. She didn't bug us about wanting a lap dance after the first inquiry. She kept coming over to visit and let us dig ourselves deeper.
Plus there was this element of, well, danger. Sure, she's sweet and friendly but there's another side.
Some kid was celebrating the Big 18 so they brought him up on stage and sat his scrawny ass down in a chair against a pole. Nevertame was first up and she sat on his lap facing him. She started a slow grind then - BAM! BAM! - she thrust viciously, violently against him. I thought she'd broken the chair or pole it was that forceful. Then she got up and was calm. We were shocked. Hell, we were scared when she came over to us to talk. Please don't kill us.
Body. I thought she was a gymnast. She has that type of athletic build - muscular but not a steroid monster - and when she did her pole dance... I'd never seen a pole dance like what she did, including swinging from the rafters. The crowd went nuts. We felt really bad for the dancer that had to follow her.
Her body was tight. Perfect? No. It was obvious she had some work done upstairs but, again with her presence, it didn't effing matter.
No tattoos.
She looked like she belonged in an action flick, that type of powerful (yet super sexy) body. I said that to her. She replied that a lot of people say that to her:
Never Tame: "They say I look like that girl in Resident Evil."
Lester: Milla Jovovich?
Never Tame: Yeah. Is she pretty?
Lester: She's smoking hot!! You do look like her.
Never Tame: Yessss!!!!
But now that I think about it, it's not Milla Jovovich she reminds me of, it's Jessica Biel. That's not a downgrade either.
So readers that's it. It's over. You go to Deja Vu for one reason: Never Tame. Find out if she's working that night. Break out the major bills and have a "Never Tame Special". If you're like Morley and myself, you'll consider becoming a regular of hers.
And if she switches clubs, you switch with her. She's Number One - the best dancer we've experienced. Period.
I have to go reset my pacemaker.
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