Going to the Oasis to quench my thirst.
This was the very first club that I had in mind to visit once I made it to Atlanta. Mainly because if I ever danced in town, this would probably be the ideal club for me (assuming it lasts longer than people are saying it won’t). Heard you didn’t need a permit or be over 21 to work there (the latter isn’t my concern) and that management is pretty okay to deal with. That’s a good start to a first impression. But during my trip, I wasn’t going to dance anywhere. I just wanted to check out the atmosphere and the ladies in all the bars that I’ve heard good things about.
I arrived in town Thursday right at rush hour, and after getting situated in the hotel and freshening up, the plan decided was to start off the club hopping with dinner at Oasis GTE with EastCoaster. I’ve heard a huge mixture of things about it, but mostly good things, and was willing to go in and see how my experience would turn out.
Pulling into the lot, they had a share of free parking and valet by the looks of things. We parked somewhere within the middle of the lot so that we weren’t too close or far from the main entrance and made our way inside. It was around 8PM, and it was hard to miss this club driving by. The LEDs on their sign were quite blaring in the darkness, plus it’s conveniently located by a Mexican restaurant if you’d rather start your night off with tequila and nachos at a more reasonable price.
Entering the building, the front desk was to your left to pay your cover charge. A lot of people actually warned me about the lady sitting behind the desk, who was sitting with a cigarette in one hand and a newspaper or article in the other. She had the ‘don’t ask me about my day’ look written all over her face and jugs. Seeing us enter, she blandly asked us for the cover payment and then our IDs. Once the money was paid and the IDs were observed, I forgot if she gave us a ticket or a wristband - simply for proof that we paid to get in. Every interaction from were was with complete disinterest, but she wasn’t rude like people were telling me she was. Either way, she did all she was supposed to, and we made our way in.
Immediately, I find myself looking in all directions once I enter the main floor. I believe there were two liquor bars on either side of the room so that patrons had no trouble finding a spot to drink. There were three stages - the main stage being on the left side and center of the room, the secondary stage was on the right side against the wall besides the VIP booths, and the third was right next to the entrance where they apparently host their occasional burlesque performances. The third one wasn’t presently being used as we walked in, and the crowd for the time of the evening was pretty moderate. It wasn’t a completely full house, but there was enough people to where we had to look a little harder for a good seat - mainly because a lot of the customers were smoking, and we didn’t want to be anywhere within range of the smell. Eventually, a good seat was found in the middle of the wall stage and the third performance stage.
It actually didn’t take very long for our waitress to come to our table and fill our drink orders. The usual order was given - a Long Island Iced Tea and a water - and we asked for the food menu. The choices of food were pretty American/Southern, and there weren’t a whole lot of options - maybe 3 small pages worth of food items while the rest were their list of wine and spirits. Luckily, all I was craving that night was the standard cheeseburger and fries. Our waitress came back in no time with our drinks in hand, committed our food order to memory, and went along to put the order in.
While I waited, I took the time to finally observe the dancers on shift. There was quite a variety of girls here, and a lot of them - I’d guess somewhere between 30 - 40 girls. Now the number in ethnicity sort of surprised me. I’d say 50% of the girls were white, 40% were a shared mix of AAs and girls of Asian descent (Filipinas, Malaysians, and a couple Thai girls), and the last 10% were Hispanic. In my experience in SC mongering, Asians can be pretty scarce, so I was shocked to see so many of them in Oasis that night. Not that I was complaining. Most were pretty attractive. It was a half and half split between the fit and slim girls to the curvy or heavier set girls, and the range with the women was from 5 to 7, and I believe I spotted two 9s. A couple of the girls were in the midst of doing table dances, most were sitting and entertaining the clientele, then you had that circle of girls that didn’t hustle, mostly hung with each other, and just twiddled on their phones for a long period of time. The music here was pretty diverse and ranged from top hits, hip hop, and some hard rock, and I believe one of the girls told me that everyone dances to their own stuff. Another side thing I took notice of was that each girl had to carry their own fan prop in their hand or just generally on their person as they’re dancing on stage - supposedly one of the measures the club took so that Oasis wasn’t so much of a ‘strip club’ as it is a burlesque entertainment venue, even though most of us know the reality of the situation.
I think I got up to tip a couple of the girls dancing on our side of the room, but one stuck out to me the most out of the bunch. Sitting at the second bar with her customer was a slim and olive skinned Asian (couldn’t tell which variation) dancer, tattoos marking several places of her body. Her was raven black and came straight down past her shoulder blades, leading right down to her small but adorable breasts. We must have came in with good timing, because it was maybe 10 minutes after I noticed her that she had to do her rotation on stage, conveniently on the one against the wall we were closest to. I wasted no time to approach the stage and show my appreciation. She immediately knelt down and asked if I was a dancer too (I guess we sort of have a radar for that shit), and in the midst of the chatter, the man she was sitting with at the bar came up threw her some dollars. She thanked him accordingly and returned to the small talk with me, even though she was supposed to be dancing. It didn’t bother me or anybody else from the looks of it. Eventually, I was on my way to return to my seat, but I actually forgot to ask her for her name and for my first table dance of the evening - and my trip in general. So I walk back up to tip her some more with the intent to ask. But once I came back to the stage, the guy from the bar once again returns to tip this girl some more, almost in a competitive manner. She kneels back down and introduces herself as Trinity, and she actually confirmed my thought that this guy wanted all of her attention to himself when I inquired to her about table dances. “I’d love to, but I would have to check in with Craig, this drunk ass first. He’s a little clingy.” Supposedly one of her territorial regulars. I figured I could deal with him myself if I needed to, but I was still waiting on food. I told her that we were fixing to eat, so it didn’t have to be right away, so she could still spend her time with him. With that, we happily excused each other.
Right as a sat down, our waitress came by with our food in tow. Wonderful timing. As we began eating our food - which was quite tasty - the DJ put a halt to the dancing on the stages so then they could feature one of their burlesque performers for the evening. This would be different. I’ve got my own share of friends that actually do burlesque performing for a living, so I was genuinely curious to see how this compared. I forgot the stage name this woman went by as she strode her way up the third unused stage with her dark form fitting gown dragging behind her and with both hands holding a feather fan to compliment her overall outfit. She was a dark skinned athletically built AA that looked like a younger version of Tina Turner if she ever wore a curly beehive wig. From my observation, the hired burlesque girls dance for two or three songs, but only strip down to bra and panties. If they actually do get topless or naked, I’ll assume this particular one didn’t get the money requisite to do so or it’s a preference for her not to strip completely. Even if this little side feature is in the club strictly to keep it from getting shut down permanently from the city, I still thought it was pretty cute.
The performer’s set ended, some of the room applauded, and the DJ resumed the normal dancer rotation, now leaving the third stage open for another dancer to perform for the club. By this time, food has been finished, and I looked over to Trinity’s designated seat to see how she was holding up. I then came with a game plan to use the restroom and try to lure her to dance for us on my way out by telling her we were fixing to leave. No disrespect towards her regular, especially if he had enough money for her to make it worth essentially… ignoring every other patron besides him. But I really wanted this woman to dance for us for just a song or two, even if it was no contact. I’m easily entertained. I wasn’t really thinking about VIPs just yet this early in the night. Plus, I heard a multitude of things about VIP that just weren’t adding up, so I didn’t feel like taking the risk by having my first one at Oasis.
I did exactly as planned. I quickly used the restroom, and on my way out, went over to where Trinity sat. ‘Craig’ wasn’t there anymore, I guess using the restroom. I walked up to her and pretty much gave her the story that EC and I were fixing to leave soon, and I asked if her customer would be friendly enough to make time for her to give us a quick table dance. She didn’t look opposed to the idea at all. “He shouldn’t mind. He’s extra drunk tonight, so I should be able to sneak away from him for a little bit.” She laughed. Trinity then told us she’d tell him once he came back and then meet back up with us back at our table. I really hoped she wasn’t lying, since dancers can be notorious for using the famous ‘I’ll be right there/back’ line and doing the exact opposite.
Thankfully, Trinity kept to her word! With our table clear of our finished food, we made room for her to join and chat with us until the next song played. She said she had been dancing there for about 5 or 6 months, and that Thursday nights generally weren’t that great. In Jacksonville, Thursdays are usually the calm before the storm pre-weekend night to go out, so I found that a little odd.
The song began, and she asked who she was going to primarily dance for. We went with half and half so that she could kind of be between us at all times. Stripping out of her top and bottom, I could now see the rest of her physical features. Her nipples were extremely perky, one of them being pierced, and looking further down past her stomach and between her thighs, I could see that she had some bling right on her pubic mound - the Christina piercing, something I used to have but has unfortunately been put to rest. It mostly sucked because it was definitely an eye catcher in this line of work, and hers definitely caught my attention. Her overall physique was tight and slim, and she moved like a snake. Charming, but it was definitely torturous that I couldn’t get a real physical feel for her. Regardless, she was a nice visual appetizer, and we settled for the one dance once the song ended. After paying her and a little more small talk, Trinity hugged us farewell and wished us a good stay in the city, and returned to her other customer. After that, I pretty much got a good idea on how the club ran itself, and I was ready to leave and make way to our next destination; Mardi Gras.
In all honestly, I thought the club was pretty nice to hang out in, and the only bad things I thought was the confusion behind the value and what you get in the VIP and the grumpy front door woman. Other than that, if I made a second trip to Atlanta, I’d have no problem coming back to see Oasis again.
