I visited Hollywood Show Club yet...

I visited Hollywood Show Club yet again on a Friday night in late January. I stayed from 1am until 6am. I was just as unimpressed as my previous visit. Look two reviews down to see my breakdown on the physical club and pricing. The club seems to be really popular with East Indians and Asians. These groups made up about 40% of the clientele on this particular night. Another 40% would be groups of younger guys. The remaining 20% was a split of couples or guys rolling dolo like me.

I saw and nice blonde spinner on stage, so I went up to tip her. I love a lithe blonde with a hand-full up top. Vivian then invited me back for some bed dances. We agree to four dances for $100. Things started out great, but as the third song is just starting she goes from happy to sad and bored within a few seconds, some kind of mood swing. She then says that we are on the fifth song. (The “Ohhh yeahhh” snippet plays after every three song stage set if you are ever confused.) I argue with her the entire third song, until she finally admits she is wrong. The fourth song is mechanical; she barely moves. By this point, I see she has some wounds and scars on her arms. The only way I know you could have a bloody scab on the inside of your elbow is IV drug use. As the fourth song concludes, she is called up to the stage and hurries off after I reluctantly give her a C-note. Ironically, I find about two dances worth of cash lying on the chair. I pocket it, justifying to myself that I only was given two legitimate bed dances anyway. Either Vivian is a ROB, or she is too jacked up on drugs to count. I also noticed a dancer named Simone (I think), who I had seen at a Centreville club a month or so back. She offered extras to me there, to which I declined. I don’t think she will get away with those activities at Hollywood. Simone and Trixie are mudsharks. Hollywood’s Friday night shift provided few ladies that could get me aroused. Fat slobs like Dior and Vivica don’t do it for me. Lala and Ryan were too beat up from childbirth.

By 4am, this club really starts to empty out. Customers and some dancers bail. At this point in the night, the remaining dancers realize that if they haven’t made their cheddar by this point in the night, they won’t make it. The hustle dies down and the waitresses and dancers are more likely to socialize. I did some body shots off one of the waitresses. A couple of the waitresses here are hotter than the entertainers. Overall, Hollywood continues to downtrend. Management needs to get their shit together.