I hit up Hip Hugger again...

I hit up Hip Hugger again on a recent trip to Indianapolis. It's an hour straight north of the city in Kokomo. The basics of the club are well documented - dirty, dingy, dark, and smokey. No DJs, no bouncers, and virtually no waitresses.

What they do have is fairly friendly girls who circulate for a tip after their stage dances if you didn't tip them already. I suppose that's incentive enough to get up and tip them while on stage, although they'll sometimes do a little boobs-in-the-face table-side for the buck or two you give them.

I was initially jazzed about this place after the increase in LD prices at Brad's Brass Flamingo in Indy ($10 LDs to now $20 LDs), but my ardor has cooled. I love their $10 LDs, but there's some truth to "you get what you pay for." At HH, the chairs are thinly covered cafeteria-style, placed out in the open along a darkened wall. There's plenty of mutual groping (aside from the nether regions), and I've gotten off a few times with the good grinds. But I've learned they never do reach-inside or even much in way of dry-stroking with their hands.