My ATF at Cheetah went home...

My ATF at Cheetah went home sick before I could get a dance from her, so I decided to visit Follies. I had heard this was the 'touching club' in ATL, and I love to touch, so I drove uptown to visit. Missed the entrance and parked in the Pep Boys lot next door and walked up the muddy dirt trail to the club. Mud, yes, but didn't have to pay for Valet.

No cover when I arrived at 5:30, and a pretty hot doorwoman watching me go through the metal detector and waiting to pat me down. I was expecting a cover charge and had money ready, so I asked if I gave her a tip, would she give me a special pat down. Thought better of it, so I just tipped $2 and she grabbed me quickly and pronounced it good. Note to self: next time give larger tip.

Almost all seats were taken; the club isn't small, but isn't very large either, and is (in general) one big room with two T-shaped stages on each side, lots of small tables and largish couches, a bar in the middle, and plenty of girls with lots of hustle. Sat next to dancer #1, which was about the only free place in the club, and quickly realized why... she wasn't good looking. She told me that she had auditioned at Cheetah but had been rejected. Didn't surprise me... I've seen only one or two at Cheetah that weren't at least 8/10. She was a 6, tops. But she was nice and I was there for it, so I gave her $10 for a dance.