The best strip club I have ever been to was the Landing Strip in Romulus, MI. My buddy and I drove up to Detroit to see his friend who was in town on business. He had tickets to the Lion's game.

The best strip club I have ever been to was the Landing Strip in Manilus, MI. My buddy and I drove up to Detroit to see his friend who was in town on business. He had tickets to the Lion's game.

After the first game ever in the Lion's new stadium, we headed over to the Landing Strip. Not the most glamorous place on the outside, but this artichoke had a lot to hide.

My friend's buddy talked the bouncer into give us a booth. (i.e. $20 tip) We sat down and got some drinks. Girls would pop by and say hello, but did not pressure us. EVERY CHICK WAS 8 1/2 OR HIGHER. There were a few 10s but they were getting a lot of attention from the dudes with heavy change.

What I found odd was that no one was really tipping the girls at the two stages. I questioned our buddy and he said that was chump change... the girls made their money on the table and $20 a pop private dances.

Soon we had a few girls at the table. We were all chatting and playing nice, but I couldn't take it any longer. I told my girl that I was ready to go upstairs to the "private" rooms. On the way up, you paid a one time $5 to the dude at the top of the stairs. He stamped me hand and smiled as we walked by.

The private room was a series of couches that created a bit of a maze. She guided me through slithering bodies towards an open area of thickly padded couch.

The chick was very hot and said we should wait until the next song started. We chit chatted for two or three songs and I got a little nervous she was going to charge me for the downtime. She said something to the tune of, "Let's get this started" and she stripped down to her g and flung herself on me. HOLY SHIT... Luckily I was wearing a double knit shirt because she ground down through at least 1 1/2 layers of knit.

The nice thing about this place, as my buddy told us over dinner, was that you could pretty much grope back as long as the girl was ok with it. You know, hands on the hips, then move up or down (and around) as necessary.

My girl had no patience for me fumbling around like a 13yr old under Clayton Bridge. She took my hands and put them right on her boobs 20 seconds into the song. WOW. After the first song, she asked if I wanted another. I think I said something clever like, "Doug like dancy dancy."

So, to get to the point, I filled my pants with goo about 2/3rd into the second song. I'm not proud. But shit... I couldn't help it. The girl knew exactly what was going on and quicked her pace to help me out. Wow.

Long story short, I went back down and shared my story. We drank, took and took turns going upstairs again, each with different girls. My second girl was 2x better than the first as she was hotter, made out with me and faked an orgasm while I didn't.

If you are 200 miles within Detroit.... dump you wife and kid in downtown Detroit and spend $200 bucks at the Landing Strip. It is well worth the trip.

PS Take several spare pairs of underwear and wear your shirt un-tucked.