I went on Saturday night. From...

I went on Saturday night. From I-71 take Route 30 east and it will be on your left. The parking lot was designed for a busier enterprise, so there was no problem parking at all. There were three customers total, four dancers, and one working employee. There were the usual guys sitting around that are there, but no one has any concept what they do. The admission is $10 for 18-21 year olds but only $5 for the older men.

Three of the four dancers were white and the fourth was mixed race. All four were young and all were attractive by anyone's standards. I would have been happy to be seen in public with any of them-- except on the beach because they all had gone overboard with the tattoos and piercings. All were in very good shape, which was a pleasant surprise and unusual for this type of club. Interestingly, all four had tiny cute butts; once again, an unusual statistic. Zandy, Vicki, Melody, and Haley all gave a stage-dance as if their hearts were in it. All were wearing pasties to hide their nipples and, needless to say, their panties stayed on as if they were super-glued. Even with pasties an occasional boob bump for the patrons at the stage would have been welcome. Unfortunately, there was absolutely no dancer to patron touching at the stage. I've had more intimacy during an income tax audit.

The deejay's overmodulated and distorted voice on the audio system was tolerable only because he merely announced the departing and arriving dancers. As with most clubs, the music was turned up so loud that the dancers' voices were drowned out when they spoke to me. I just smiled knowingly and was happy that they made an attempt to acknowledge my presence.