I was meeting a friend in...

I was meeting a friend in Hollywood who turned out to be an hour late, so I decided to check this place out at 4pm on a Tuesday. Like a modern person, I used my modern cell phone to find a discounted cover fee coupon, but they weren't modern enough and told me I'd have to print it out. Strike 1.

I was the only customer there and the restaurant booths are all filled with large, tacky signs advertising bottle service and hookah rentals. There were a total of 4 dancers in the club, three were pretty unattractive but one African-American Amazonian sized girl seemed interesting to me. The dancers spent a song or two on stage (one clothed and one topless) and then the waitstaff spent several songs wiping down the stage. Strike 2.

I decided on a private dance with the Amazon and paid $50 up front for 15 minutes of private dance time. The booths are small and right next to one another, but thick enough that I think they'd give at least the illusion of privacy if the club were busy. She took off her top and let me touch her chest and rubbed her butt in my crotch, standard stuff. Whenever I looked at her face, she'd chuckle and turn away and say that she didn't like customers looking at her face. Odd. About 5 minutes in, she turned around and planted her ass in my lap and never turned around again. I heard a 2nd song playing over the top of the first one and figured it was my phone going off and that my friend had finally showed up, but nope... it was her phone and she was checking it while she was turned away from me. Strike 3, 4, 5, and 6!