If you walk into a club...

If you walk into a club and by the time the bartender has a beer in front of you there is a bossumy babe up easing next you, rubbing your leg and whispering in your ear, you know you are in a good place.

A visit here Friday night was my first in several years, and back then it was called Peaches and wasn't worth much. Now it's a thumping black bar with many fine Nubian princesses prancing around.

The girl who greeted me sweet-talked me into getting a lap dance, which was $10 and well worth it. She was very, very friendly. I ended up getting several from her, plus a couple from another girl and she was good also.

The VIP room, I was told, is $25 to get in and $10 per song. I didn't try it mostly because I was having enough fun out in the open. But I got the distinct impression one might get some relief in there.

It wasn't until I left that I realized this was a bikini bar. I was enjoying myself too much to notice that private parts were remaining covered on stage. Though during my lap dances, that first girl was pulling out her assets and letting me have my way.