At the end, only one dancer. Ugh.
I had not been to this bar since it was renamed Crystal Blue. After reading what I felt was a pretty positive review here on TUSCL in which some dancer went to town on the reviewer for $80, I figured why not venture down to the former Ultra Violet. So off I went.
The bar is exactly as it was under it's two most recent iterations. You can drive right past it if you are not paying a lot of attention. Enter the club, the bar is to the left, the stage is to the right. $5 cover. Roughly $6 for a beer.
Entering the club, there was a mulatto "five" or "six" on stage, who danced seductively with a very interesting tendency to visually lick the air with her long tongue - clearly showing that feature of hers off. Her body was a five, her face a five, but her attitude and inference with her tongue action earned her a few extra dollars and put her on the "plan B" list as I sat and perused the talent. The next girl (a brunette) was easily a nine - by anybody's standards. Her body was near perfect, very attractive face, and she was in her early twenties. She easily could have made it on the "A" list in any strip joint I have visited in my forty years of visiting strip joints. I'm thinking, "what is this girl doing dancing in Willimantic? as she meekly came over and whispered "don't judge me, it's my first night." Now, her lips were moving, and she is a stripper, so I took that with a grain of salt. But, my determination to take this young dancer for a private dance increased ten fold. But, some dude had her locked down like a steel drum. She dutifully went right back to him at the bar as soon as her time on stage ended.
The dancers dressing area was like a Cheech and Chong movie whenever the door opened. Even though the manager was continually trying to combat the stench by spraying the bar down near that area, the reek of weed was permeating the club.
A somewhat chunky brunette with a very nice face and even nicer rack took to the stage. I enjoyed her dancing, and with the "first night" brunette locked down, I decided to take her for a few laps. Lacking any chemistry at all, it was very clear that our time behind the curtain was going to be limited as she imposed rule after rule about how things were going to progress. Plus she was getting really sweaty as she danced, so that wasn't fun by any stretch of the imagination.
A blonde who looked like she should have been cast in "Trailer Park Boys" was on stage, and I took a seat. While not the most attractive woman I have seen dance (tons of makeup and a body without any curves albeit a fair set of breasts), she was very attentive and aggressive with her dances at the stage - nuzzling up and licking my ear for example. So I figured I would take her to the back once off stage. But then her boyfriend walked in and whispered something in her ear while she was in the middle of song two. She got up, took her stuff, and left. Not "left the stage." They left the bar to partake in whatever good news he had rushed in to share with her. The really hot young brunette went outside with the mulatto not-so-hot frizzy hair mulatto to smoke more weed. The chunky brunette sat by herself at the bar nursing her drink. I left because nobody was on stage and three of the four "dancers" had gone missing.