I stopped of I-77 to try...

I stopped of I-77 to try out Southern Exposure on a Monday Night at about 8:00 P.M. The club is very obvious from the interstate and easy to reach from the Princeton exit. When you enter the front door there is a two-way mirror with a small semi-circle cutout to hand your ID before they buzz you in. There was no cover on the night I visited.

The interior is very nice with a long bar along one wall of the room you first enter from outside. Past the bar the room opens up into a larger space with a stage with seating and tables. The bathroom was clean with nice up to date fixtures.

Being Monday, the club was slow but not completely dead. There were probably 8 dancers and 10 customers hanging around the bar area and roaming around. No one was in the stage room for the first 15 minutes or so after I arrived. All the dancers were white, or at least light skinned, and pretty hot IMHO. As soon as I entered the bar room from the outside a beautiful brunette dancer introduced herself as Cherokee and asked me to join her. I decided to go with it and bought her and another gorgeous blond sitting with her a drink ($12 each). We moved to the deserted stage and area and talked a bit. They told me about the options. There was an open lap dance room near the stage where you could have a semi-private dance for $20/song or $50/3 songs with a bouncer in the room the whole time. There were also private rooms upstairs for $400 per girl and a hot tub for $500 per girl. They said the private room and hot tub was expensive but definitely worth it. I said the prices were too expensive and that there was no way I would spend that much. I always go into a strip club with the amount of cash I’m willing to spend already in my pocket to prevent myself from getting carried away. Cherokee really pushed the expensive options and she was smoking hot but I kept declining because I simply didn’t come prepared to spend that kind of money. I bought another round of drinks and watched both girls go through their stage dance rotations. After Cherokee’s I decided to try the semi-private room for three songs. Once entering the room a bouncer told me the rules and he stayed in the doorway the whole time. The most frustrating rule was that touching was one-way. I had to keep my hands on the love-seat the whole time. The girl could touch, and she did. She had my motor running and used the opportunity to try and sell the options upstairs again. I declined again and left after the third song.