I stopped in there with my...

I stopped in there with my wife on a Saturday night at 11:00 or so. This club requires a yearly membership fee, so it cost us $16 just to get in. The club is small and probably because of the laws in Arkansas, there was no electricity in the air compared to clubs in Tulsa, OK or Dallas, TX. Everyone seemed bored, including the dancers. At least the girls don’t bother you about dances, but the DJ did go around asking for guys to pay $10 to get a titless lap dance on stage. I declined, since I don’t like strange asses in my face.

My wife knows what to put in my face, and it sure isn’t her ass.

My wife was uncomfortable with the continuous scrutiny by the bouncers who were making sure we didn’t hold each other and dance slow to the music.

There is only one stage, and they waste a lot of time between dances.

I know they are probably wonderful girls if you get to know them, but the dancers are what I call “chestily challenged” females. I have been in this club a few times over the last few years, and I have never seen an impressive set of fun bags in this club — other than my wife’s.