After reading so much about IR,...

After reading so much about IR, had to stop by and see for myself when I had business in the area. Went in the early afternoon right after they opened. Only a handful of patrons and perhaps an equal number of dancers, so a favorable ratio. The buxom bartender with the short blonde hair poured me a generous free shot to accompany my beer. Saw a mix of dancers, some good looking, some scary. A couple came by to chat. Dakota told me all about her dental work she needed to have done and about her kids. Tip: not a great way to entice men. Christy aka Temper came by and groped my package and said she would get nasty. Somehow, she wasn't my type (there's something to be said about being able to see the dancers in their street clothes as they come into the club!) , and she seemed too much like the archetypal "hit and run" stripper which seemed to be proven out since she essentially did the same thing with every guy sitting around the bar without getting a taker.

Finally succumbed to Solo, the Italian girl. In part, it was because I was horny and in a bit of a hurry. In part, because we talked for a while and she also essentially gave me an excellent free sample lap dance at the bar She is brunette, young, and has a firm body. We went to the back bench and had a good time. She told me her nipples were the most sensitive part of her body, and made sure my mouth got a chance to verify that. I didn't get my fingers wet but I was free to roam everywhere over her g-string covered parts. (I didn't press it and see if I could get under the g-string.) Her lap dances were high mileage, grinding her butt against me and often stroking her hand over my shorts. Eventually the little guy wormed his way outside of my shorts, and she was not fazed but kept grinding against me and letting him settle between her butt cheeks. That led to a happy ending that she said was mutual though I know better than to assume that was true. She said,"I don't know whether the wetness is you or me." Damage was ostensibly four dances plus a request for a tip, or $50 total.

Went back the following day a little later in the afternoon, and it was completely different. Noticed that both parking lots were already full and inside was a real sausage party. I couldn't imagine having enough privacy to get the type of optimum experience that would be worthwhile. Also, it was clearly a seller's market, with the girls having the upper hand, so I assumed any bargaining leverage a customer would have would be minimal. There were more girls than the first day, but also more girls who made me wonder what the hell they were doing working as strippers. A few approached me but did nothing but make small talk. Christy came by and seemed to remember my name. Ironically, Solo seemed to not remember who I was. After finishing my drink, I decided to call it a night and go home.