I had not been to the...

I had not been to the Hollywood Show Club since February 2011 where I gave this establishment a 9.5/10 overall rating. The mighty hath fallen. The physical facility is still the same, but the quality of dancers has gone downhill. The bathroom still has flyers stating that HSC is the #4 club on TUSCL, but those were printed off back in 2011. Right now, HSC is the #24 club on TUSCL.

The parking lot is the best lit out of all of the Washington Park strip clubs. You can gauge how busy it is just by driving by on I-64 if you are coming in from the east. It has generally been packed on Friday and Saturday evenings when I have been visiting; you may not be able to find a seat and have to stand. The cover is $10, which I do not mind too much because it keeps most of the thugs from loitering here. I just wish the drinks were a little cheaper. A bottle of beer or a bottle of Voss water is $7 apiece. Waitresses are insanely overstaffed. I was asked if I needed another drink at least once every thirty seconds. Supposedly, you can be kicked out if you aren’t continually buying drinks. I usually drink them slow and decline the waitresses in a friendly manner. I’ve yet to be kicked out, but have heard of others getting the boot. There are four stages. Two stages are on a long island on the east side of the club with no poles. A third stage is on the west side with a pole. The fourth stage is in a separate room. All four stages operate at peak times; otherwise maybe only two or three stages have dancers.

The dancers ranged from 4-10. There were a few dancers that were fat that I could not believe Bob hired. Back two years ago these women would not be working here. I guess there is a shortage of good talent in the metro area or the Sauget clubs are now drawing the top talent. Minus a few fatties and oldies, there were some sexy younger dancers to choose from. I’d still probably fuck 40% of the entertainers if given the opportunity. I went after a 9.5 to start the night, a tanned, dark-haired beauty with nice big natural knockers. Her name was something like Melina or Marlena, and she said she was from Romania. Her accent was sexy as fuck. I had to go to the back with her. It turned out to be a mistake. Her private routine was nothing to write about and after three songs, she told me it had been five songs. What a ROB. I could see trying to throw one extra dance on a three-set, but two? Did she think I was stupid? She was so hot that could have had my wallet that night, but being greedy for $50 extra bucks cost her hundreds more from me. About two hours later in the night, she actually had the audacity to approach me again. Stupid. I put down about five beers and chatted with another dancer named Zoey. She is what you call a spinner, perhaps 100 pounds wet with an A cup. She was about a 7 but put good effort into her dances and did not try to over count. I would guess she was bipolar because she was very moody, going from happy to sad. Maybe it was drugs. There was another dancer named Trinity that I had my eye on, totally my type. I remember her back on my last visit so she has definitely been in the game awhile. She was a lot of fun to be with but a mood killer was the word “Cedric” tattooed across her side. I guess her pimp put his brand on her. Some dancers hang out with regulars, but this is nowhere near as bad as other clubs I’ve been to in my career.