Three Girls, A Beer, and Some Lapdances
I keep forgetting to review this place. Probably because I keep forgetting I was ever there. If you're driving down the highway (think it's I-95) out in the sticks of North Carolina, you might see a billboard for a place called Gentlemens Playground in a town called Rocky Mount. This review is for that club. On the billboard you'll see something that looks like a model with blonde hair. I've only been to the club once, but I'd be surprised if you found a naturally blonde dancer here these days. After seeing the billboard I headed over the Rocky Mount and drove through some industrial looking areas to where this club is located. Sometimes you'll find a pretty decent club on the other end of a billboard. This time not so much.
It's kind of on a dark corner, but on the outside of the corner instead of the street wrapping around it. There's a big sign there so you can't really miss it. Parking lot is small. I parked in front of the building where the entrance is, but had the car facing out to the road. From the outside it looks like a converted restaurant. Small club. Not shabby, but not great. It was a Sunday night in a part of town that was basically deserted, so I did think over whether or not I wanted to walk inside. There's another club I've been to in North Carolina over by Fayetteville that was literally a truck stop, so I figured what the hell and went in.
Not sure if there's a cover. Nobody was working the door so I walked right in. Think an older lady (the house mom?) was walking toward me after I stepped inside to say something but got waived off. There is a smallish bar off to the left of the entry, and standard looking little tables and strip club chairs (you know what I'm talking about) scattered off to the right toward a decent sized stage in the back right. There was music playing and no dancing. Three dancers were over at the end of the bar chatting with a guy. Figured out later that guy was the manager. Another guy walking around was security. The bartender was a latina gal (I think), but the three dancers who suited up were black. None of them lookers, but none of them ugly. Seemed very bored. One of them smiled and said something, so she got dances. 2 for $40 in a small curtained off area that was lit with blacklight when it was time for dances. You pay upfront for the starter dances, but can extend them without needing to take a break. The dances were pretty good. I got a really good grind and was encouraged to hold on and things got a little grabby. YMWV. Found out later that this is supposed to be a low mileage club where clothes stay on.
After I got dances I decided to stay for a beer. Picked up an imported beer for $4.50. The dancer I chose for the first set went to get freshened up, and the other two dancers literally had not moved. It's like they got turned to stone by a gorgon or something. Still weren't talking but looking right at me. Crazy. Since the not mute dancer had gone back to the dressing area that is past the lapdance room, I was standing there watching basketball on the TV past the pool table surrounded by awkward silence. The pool table was coin operated, but I wasn't really seeing a benefit to sticking around for a game. Plus the manager and some other guy who seemed to work there were hogging it. The manager actually seemed a little off, but I was never going to be back in the club again so didn't give it much thought. He wasn't a problem, but I got the feeling I was not going to get cut any breaks so I decided it was going to be a quick trip. The guy basically cost his dancers some money that night, so he needs to cheer up.
But anyway, I finally said something to the two dancers doing nothing and one of them got a huge smile on her face. Then the other said a couple of things in a super polite way, and I was wondering what her deal was. Then she suddenly sat up straight and looked around, stood up and starting walking toward the stage. It's almost like she snapped out of a trance and remembered she was a stripper. I think the place had a jukebox, but wasn't really paying attention. There wasn't a DJ saying anything. The polite dancer went by India, and she actually had a nice body when she wasn't slouched over at the bar. She showed some energy on the stage, so I went over and started tipping her. Then the other dancer got on stage and was dancing beside her. Tops stayed on, but the dances were mostly ass shaking anyway.
If it's a slow night at a crap club I don't always care if the clothes come off. But you're also reading a review from a guy who's been the only customer in a club getting swarmed by buck naked dancers trying to tear his pants off, so not every night is going to be like that. After a couple of songs I decided to take India for spin. She hadn't been dancing there long, but had been a dancer over in Durham. Wasn't as fun as the first dancer, but was nice to look at and had good technique. Said she wasn't supposed to take her top off, and I didn't press. I picked her up for a dance just in case she was going to be a diamond in the rough, so was fine to close up shop and leave. Pretty sure she was more fun over in Durham, so I'm giving her a nod even though the dances were so-so. Didn't have time that night for a project, but I would check her out again since the drinks and dances are cheap.
This is a longer review than I figured to write for a below average club, but it wasn't a bad spot to spend a little time.
