Me and my wing man stopped...

Me and my wing man stopped as we continue working on our bucket list. The reviews are right, skip the front bikini bar. We arrived a little after 8pm, still happy hour so two MGDs totaled $6 including tip and moderately hot barmaid, both which are good. No dancers, ARRRRGHHHH! Not so good. Barmaid whose name escapes me, great butt with an A rack and cute face, she told us dancers would start soon, and she'd take the floor at 10:30. Got to talking, she's a single, nursing student at YSU struggling with Organic Chemistry, something I know, so we talked alkanes, alkenes, olefins, parafins, ehters, ketones and other carbon-carbon bonded concoctions between her hustling drinks for the 5 or so regulars sitting at the bar. She asked if I was available for future tutoring, could be a good gig with benefits?? A little after 9 about five straggly entertainers straggled in and immediately latched on to their regulars. I complemented one passing dancer on her nice boobs, she smiled, said thanks, and continued on to her regular. Me and my wing man were not impressed, time to move on... After a short debate on where to go, we decided to try the back if we could get a peek at the talent. The doorman/bouncer allowed no peeks, in jest, I asked if I had to pay for the posted pat-down, he was pretty cool, then talked us each in to forking over the $15 cover by promising we wouldn't be disappointed. We were not...

Once in side there is a counter adjacent to the "foyer" where you can buy tickets for private LDs, beyond which is a hall lined by several bead-curtained smallish LD closets with a folding metal chair and dim lights. In the corner is a Coke cooler ironically filled with help-your-self free Pepsi, juice and water. The show room is about 20'x 45' long, dominated by "dance pit" which is surrounded by a elbow-resting height half-wall, encircled by maybe 20 metal folding chairs, leaving a tight walkway between the backs of the chairs and the titty pink painted walls. A few gym type lockers and dressing room at the entrance to the pit opposite the counter completes the landscape.

When we first sat down at the tip rail, which is literally the only place to sit, I asked the closest pit dancer, Jade, what's the program, she replied "Tit, ass and pussy in your face for a buck" So the program is 2-4 dancers are in the pit, starting at one end going around dancing for 1/2 to almost a full song for a $1 tip at each tip rail pervs. So the dancer is in the pit for 5 to 10 songs depending on how pervs are at the tip rail. And I use the term dance loosely! For a buck, they get naked, rub their bosoms on your forehead, your face, your nose, your tongue and some how in your lap, then proceed with a full on gyno show, that ends up with legs interlocked around the your neck. I had my nose resting on more than one Mons Venus, and I'm sure my 'stashe ticked a clit or two! (licks not allowed) The doorman did not lie, ALL the dancers were very enjoyable (no "please don't see me" skanks) and a great value for a buck! So when you want to go private, you go to the counter, tell the man which dancer and for how many songs, so each $10 gives you a numbered ticket per song and he let's you know how long the wait will be. When it's your turn the bouncer comes to get you and collects your ticket.