As one not to indulge in pussy often, my compatriot Hobnob "Shining Finger" McLellan decided to…read moretake me here. After a day of hard walking, Speculos losing his money at the bureau de change and get doused by a street toilet we decided to head down to Pussys a reputable gentlemans club in Paris' finest quarters.
At the door the bouncer wanted to charge us €10 each. We paid up and entered this world class establishment. We felt like kings as we entered, we were the only two in this pussy palace, decorated with purple lace curtains and pink neon lights that shone on the bar, which reminded me of my former days as a Miami detective in the 80s.
The majority of the woman were to say the least not of Playboy quality but one in particular came up to us and asked me if I wanted a private show. She had full, thick red lips and there was only one thing on our minds as she licked them slowly. She tried to charge us €50 for 5 minutes but luckily Hobnob the master of bargaining managed to bring it down to €10 and got us a free beer.
As I sat there, she came in and danced like a nymph in the moonlight, an ecstasy which I've only seen in my wildest dreams. As she went down to my level she said "The JWs are here" only I knew what that meant. I knew I had to leave. I stood up and she asked me for a tip, I told her "No, this is my money for my taxi"
I left and me and Hobnob had a kebab, which was in a baguette. Imagine my confusion when I ate that.
I gave this place 3 stars because it's a mixed bag. If you're with Hobnob and he's in the mood to bargain then it's worth it, especially if your favourite girl is there. If not avoid it.
