I stopped by Diva's one afternoon...

I stopped by Diva's one afternoon for a little break while I was out riding my motorcycle, not a big night out or anything. The club was pretty empty of both patrons and dancers, maybe half dozen or so of each. The girls were average, beer was cold and moderately priced, club appearance just mediocre, you get the picture, just another strip club. There's absolutely nothing special about this place.

I was doing my part, dutifully tipping each dancer a couple of bucks during her set on stage. Not a single dancer ever approached me for a private dance or anything. I had finished my second beer and was about to leave right after giving the stage dance a couple dollars, but when I dipped into my pocket I realized it was empty. I had to dip into my main stash for some cash.

When the dancer saw the stack of hundreds, fifties, and twenties bound by the Tiffany sterling silver money clip come out she suddenly took an interest in me. Uh, yeah, no kidding. Can she come sit with me, would I like a private dance, VIP maybe? Only $40 per song. "Forty? Topless or nude?" Neither. She said the privates were full bikini. I was gone before she was off the stage, on my way to Tampa (a.k.a. Strip Club Heaven) the very next week for business.