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.