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I haven’t been to a strip club in a while, so when we decided to take our buddy Saddlewood out for his birthday this weekend I suggested a place that none of us had been to before. After checking out some sites like Stripper Web and Stripclub Database I found a strip club that received high ratings from patrons and employees alike, a place called the Kamasutra Club.

This club, nestled off the beaten path of one of Montreal’s busiest streets, had a lot of potential with its interesting Indian-themed decor. As usual, I did not have to pay a cover charge as a woman, but the cover for my three male companions was $5 each (reasonable, yes). We were then escorted to a table and the doorman waited until we handed him a $20 tip… a little rude, yes, but I guess he was thinking the same of us.

The girls in the Kamasutra Club weren’t bad… their bodies were quite fit and natural (I only noticed one girl who had fake breasts). Unfortunately, the lighting on the stage was horrible… the first half an hour of our visit was spent looking at the girls under a single strobe light (which was sort of like flipping pages in a picture book), and after ending the strobe show the stage was still horribly dark… I like to SEE the girls that I’m coming to see. It was the kind of lighting that you would use if you felt self-conscious… but these girls had nothing to feel self-conscious about. Although they stripped nude, I felt disappointed that I couldn’t actually see their naughtiest parts due to the bad lighting.

One thing that struck us about this club was the amount of black strippers. Never had I been to a club before that had so many black strippers… in fact, I don’t think I’d ever seen a black stripper in my life before this! There were at least four black strippers working at the club… most of whom were quite stunning, one of which was too dark to see on stage (watching her strip was kind of like looking at the invisible man stripping off his trenchcoat and hat!) Regardless of the club’s name, there were no Asian strippers working there (that night).

The dancing was quite standard… only a couple of girls actually took the time and effort to use the pole to its full potential. Most of the girls just walked around the stage looking sexy and crawled along the floor like retired actors from the broadway show Cats… it was the most boring ‘dancing’ I’d ever seen. Perhaps I should have handed out my dance instructor’s business cards.

The music wasn’t much better. It seemed as if the club had rented MC Mario for the night and played only the worst dance music remixes ever. I would never have been able to dance to the crap they were playing in that place.

Just before we left, I decided to buy the birthday-boy a lap dance. He chose the same girl that I would have chosen (the one with the boob job) and when she bent down to my eye level to discuss payment, I got lost in her eyes and wanted the lap dance all for myself. Apparently, she was quite good… more contact than at most places. Perhaps we all should have got a lap dance to make up for the pathetic stage show!

I told my dear Zod about my desire to get a lap dance on Saturday night and he promised to buy me a lap dance next time we go to a strip club… I just hope that the next place we go has a lot of contact…

Review (out of 5 stars):
Girls (physical beauty): 3 stars
Girls (dance skills): 2.5 stars
Club ambiance: 2.5 stars (Nice decor, horrible lighting and music)

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