First of all, this is not...

First of all, this is not Mons Venus. Indeed, it's much higher mileage as a rule. There are multiple choices that afford privacy, and, while it's been years since I went up to the "spaceship," the cubicles behind the stage have done the trick for me (especially the cubicle all the way back on the left, which, while smaller than some others, facilitates maximum intimacy). After paying the door fee and buying a soda, you've spent about $20, and, if you're smart, you've gotten some ones if you want to sit next to the stage, where the hot nude girls get right up in your face. Best bet is to not go to the back with the first girl who hits on you -- and some are quite aggressive -- but rather check out the talent and see who you've got some chemistry with. On the night in question, it was Amy for me; dark hair, perfectly shaped body and a super attitude. She's so into it that she sometimes wears a tampon to hold in her own juices, but, that night with me, the dam burst loose anyway. Look for her late at night, especially weekends plus Thursdays. The overall dancer quality at 2001 may not reach the lofty heights of Mons, but, hey, there's far more fun to be had at 2001.