The Dancer’s Show Club is right...

The Dancer’s Show Club is right on the edge of the Indianapolis airport. The area is fairly poor, with lots of trailer parks in the area. The parking lot is very safe with the doorman monitoring a dozen or so cameras focused on the parking lot. On a Wednesday evening, cover was $5. Dancer quality dropped slightly, but I was still able to find a few girls to my liking. Maybe three-fourths of the dancers were middle twenties to early thirties, but I don’t say that in a bad way. They keep in good shape, besides the slight evidence of stretch marks, and they are very good at getting you aroused during private dances. I reconnoitered the VIP room, known as the Goodfella’s Lounge. It costs $200 for a half hour and $325 for a full hour. The room is only hidden from the main club by a doorway with hanging beads. It contains three couches, so there can be three couples in there at any given time. It is fairly well-lit and has cameras hanging in the ceiling. You will not get away with anything in here, trust me. The dance quality is the same as what you get in the regular $20 lap dance area by the fish tank. The only advantage is that if you go to the VIP room, the dancer is taken out of the rotation, whereas in the regular private dance area, she may have to interrupt your string of dances to do her turn on stage. Some girls will offer dollar dances at your table, but only a minority.

The clientele here is a 50/50 mix of out-of-towners and regulars. The hottest girl at the club was tied up with a regular the whole time I was there. She sat at his table the whole time, except when she had to go on stage, so I sat adjacent to get a peek and watch their May-December relationship. The geriatric bought her two drinks and got four lap dances in the span of three hours. Why was she spending time with a guy not spending very much cheddar? He probably has spent a lot of money on her in the past and is now trying to get as much as he can for as little as he can. I guess I can’t blame the guy; we’d all try to do the same. As a result, I had my lowest spending night here yet.

Two things rubbed me the wrong way this past visit. (1) I order a drink from a waitress, and she forgets about my drink order. I turn down the other waitresses while waiting for my drink to arrive. I am waiting twenty minutes before the original waitress finally comes back by and says, “I forgot you ordered a drink, right?” I wait another ten minutes, and she finally brings it. (2) The bathroom troll is handing out cloth rags to dry your hands with that are wet. Apparently he has only four or five rags that get used over and over all night. If they can’t afford to buy several hundred cloth rags, then they might as well just use paper towels.