Stopped by Saturday evening about 10...

Stopped by Saturday evening about 10 p.m. Parking was not a problem as it was still early and crowds would come later. paid a $3 cover charge and went to scout out the premises. The first floor bar was half-full and at least 5 people were playing video games. The dancer onstage on the first floor level was lethargic and uninteresting. Up stairs, there are two stages and another bar and the only dancer working a stage at the time was Exxxtremely athletic and talented on the pole. (My pole and balls were in fear that they would be abused and/or bruised if I chose her for a private fantasy dance.) Her name I believe was "Cha-Ching" -- a tatted Black Gal with a nice bod and demeanor.

The domestic beers were $4.50 and I was given my change in singles each time from a $20 bill. I guess that should encourage stage tipping. It didn't. The dancers varied in experience and looks from "fresh farm girl" to "Urbane Hussla." I saw the infamous "Cookie" who has been a SSS staple for awhile and I am still shocked when I see groups of Lesbians coming in to check out the show. I know that same-sex oriented dancers are in the profession and I am still shocked at the number of patrons that will frequent a "bikini club."

Needless to say, "when in Rome ..." I searched for my dancer to take back to the VIP for my fantasy dance. Didn't take long for her to sit next to me and tell me that she had been dancing less than 2 months and had not been making much money. She was blond, petite, thin, sweeter than molasses, and damn it the beers would not help me remember her name. I asked her how long it would take to complete the three stage rotation and she had then DJ skip her in the rotation, so that we could go immediately for our dance. I paid the downstairs bartender a one-time VIP fee and the dances would be quoted at $20 per song. You might want to negotiate if you plan on getting multiples. The grind was great and my hand were free to roam over the covered and uncovered parts. When she adjusted her self to ride "Mr. Happy" to an inevitable, moist and messy conclusion ... I stopped her to claim that I wanted to read her tattoos. (I wanted to visit at least another club while wearing dry/clean britches that evening. She was able and willing to complete the task. By this time, groups of younger and edgier customers began to arrive and I know when its my time to move on. I ventured towards Tiger Tail ....