Having another person jiggle all over you is distracting, but I resolve not to get off track -- I'm genuinely curious to learn more about her and about this place. Thankfully, Houston continues the conversation for me. She tells me she’s worked at other clubs before, in DC, before making the move to New York.
"The clubs are different everywhere you go," she says.
"Even in New York?" I ask.
"Yeah," she says over her shoulder, ass in my face. "And this place is a whole thing unto itself."
"Huh, it really seems like it," I manage to eek out as she starts motorboating my face.
"Mhm." Houston props herself upright. "Your three minutes are up, sweetie."