I admit I'm not a regular...

I admit I'm not a regular at the strip clubs, but I enjoy staring at some tits and arse, listening to the music, having a smoke, chilling and taking in the scenery as much as the next guy. This place has to be a bit below average. It does the job I guess but it really isn't great. It's right off of i10 in Slidell near a Wal Mart and a little confusing getting to from Gause, but plenty of parking. Doesn't look like a big place but looks like it's got enough for what you'd want from the outside. Walk in..it's about 8 and no one is on stage..ok it is slow and a wednesday. There was still a cover too, I am about to turn around, but I figure i'd give it some time. I am told a dancer will be coming up soon, so I wait a little while and light up a cigarette and get a beer. Just a stage with a DJ, a pole, and some chairs and stuff. Theres a TV by the bar to the left. I was about the only one in there, but that's ok it is a Wednesday. A bartender I guess is kinda hustlin me a little to buy more beer and whatever, and I tell her I'm fine with the beer I got for now, ok. Finally a girl starts dancing and I am not at the stage, at a chair a few rows back.

Another girl getting ready to do her shift comes in and sits next to me and starts talking to me. Ok I know the drill, I appreciate her talking to me, and her time is money. I really didn't even need her talking to me, I kinda felt the desperation and tried to talk to her some since I was the only one in there. I was pressured into tipping the girl on the stage who was doing her thing, by that unfortunate looking bartender. I kinda feel if I was at the stage I'd gladly tip a little here in there. Also the bartender was pressuring me into tipping the girl who was talking to me. Ok no big deal, I get it, I'm the only one there. I'd already made up my mind to get a lapdance from the girl talking to me so the bartender didn't need to sell it to me. It's all good, I know I was the only one in there. I noticed the not-such-a-bad rack for a tiny girl as she leaned back, and couldn't help but enjoy the lapdance to come. 25 bones, two songs, girl wasn't really my cup of tea, but she was alright, put out an effort. I was hopping she would of rubbed her arse in my lap more, but thats ok. She had something to do after the song and left. That was my chance, so did I. I felt like I got her started money wise a little for the night, and left without feeling too guilty about not being a big spender. Whatever, it's not my fault you are having a slow night, and it's not my job to turn it around for the place. Anyway, I'm sure the club is better on the weekends when there is more than 2 girls, but I was less than impressed that's for sure.