I don't live as close to...

I don't live as close to Baltimore as I used to, so I thought I'd take a look around the local area and see what clubs I could find.

This club is in a semi-industrial area, but the parking lot is well lit at night (I'd stopped by late the night before) and feels safe enough. Inside, it's a $5 cover (even if you get there a half hour before closing) and there's a full bar to your right. They serve decent drinks for a half-decent price ($6 for a rum-and-coke). There didn't seem to be any thug factor either Monday late night or Tuesday evening. But then, it wasn't even remotely packed. The vibe was pretty mellow, and you get some decent attention from the dancers if you're sitting at the stage. The DJ tried to drum up interest with the crowd, encouraging us to applaud the dancers and "get yer two-for-one Private Dances during happy hour". Of course, that proved to be difficult (as I will explain momentarily). Seems pretty clean except the black-lights illuminated some sort of fluid drips on the seats near the stage. Quite possibly ancient stains, but a tad off-putting nonetheless.

When I went in the afternoon (got there just before 5pm), there were only a couple of girls on shift it seemed, but a few more trickled in as I hung around. The night before I'd had a table dance from a beautiful petite brunette gal in a corset who had a definite retro Bettie Page sort of vibe going on (and a good, playful attitude!) -- I definitely dug her. Table dances are $10, and are quite tame. No nudity and no touching. Still, it was enjoyable. Back in the afternoon, I tried to take advantage of the two-for-one special, but as many of the fairly attractive girls as I tried to talk to while they were on stage (and who all replied with an "I'll be right over"), they all seemed to have regulars that they gravitated to once they were free -- zero interest in the new guy. Except for one girl who confessed to me that it was her third night dancing *ever*. I bought a table dance from her more out of pity than anything (she wasn't my type in the slightest), but regretted it almost instantly as she started stumbling around in the most inelegant manner, and even took a few stumbles backward, almost falling once or twice. It seemed obvious then that she was on something-- legal or illegal, I can't say, but it seemed to be something with a stronger effect than alcohol.