I was driving US 1 down...

I was driving US 1 down toward the Keys, when I was feeling thirsty. An ice cold Budweiser and a handful of tits would hit the spot on a humid afternoon, so I decided to stop at Showgirls Inc. There was no cover charge and domestic bottles were $3 from noon until 7pm. I bought a drink for a dancer and it was $12. Apparently, all dancer drinks are heavily marked up, so beware of this. The club was surprisingly full for a Tuesday afternoon; there were lots of guys in their 20’s and 30’s who you’d think would be working this time of day. There were about fifteen dancers on duty. All seemed to be Latinas from either Cuba, Puerto Rico, or the Dominican Republic except for an ebony and an ivory outlier. The music was mostly hip hop and reggaeton. Knowing some Spanish would be beneficial, as some of the girls spoke very broken English or none at all.

Nobody really paid any attention to the stage show or got up to tip. After the ladies danced on the main stage for two songs and then on a smaller secondary stage on the corner of the bar for one song, they would do a tip walk around the room. A single dollar would usually get them to keep moving along. Telling the dancer you have no singles might not work, because she just might’ve small-talked until the bartender or waitress broke a larger bill for you. I decided to grab a Butter Pecan Rican, who was grabbing at my love muscle behind the bar, and see what kind of mileage was available. Lap dances were $25, but since no one was getting any, I tried negotiating. I arranged three for $60, but ended up paying $64 because the dancer needed some extra singles to pay the club a tipout for the lap dances. Lap dance privacy was not great. A small wall blocked out the actual grind, but everything else could be seen from the entire club. I also TOFTT and tried out the VIP rooms. These were behind the lap dance area in little rooms made out of curtains. I believe there were four back there, each having a leather couch. I was quoted at $200 for a half hour, and it seemed the club got half of that fee. I also had to grease the waitress with a Jackson. This seemed sufficient as I was not bothered for the duration of the session. The VIP turned out to be a lot of upsell and not much better than regular lap dances. I received Russian, but the rest of the selling points for the VIP never occurred. The dancer gave me her digits and begged me to meet her OTC the following day. Did she seriously think I was going to call her when she couldn’t even deliver what she promised ITC? Beware of Puerto Rican hustlers.