I actually drove 90 minutes to...

I actually drove 90 minutes to check this place out. Had read a ton about it on tuscl - it sounded great so I headed up on a Thursday afternoon. There was a big traffic accident on the street in front of the place, with lots of firefighters and police, so I thought this would be a waste of time. No one, I thought, would be into making my day with lots of law enforcement agents around...I guess I'm naive but I went in anyway, walking by the cops as surreptitiously as possible.

When I got there, there was a single round-ish gal lounging on the stage, and around 15 guys hanging at the bar. I was alone and I ordered a good double IPA and waited. It was around 3:30 so I didn't expect a heck of lot going on, but was hoping it would prove fun, given the drive. At around 3 minutes 30 seconds into my visit, a buxom brunette with a pot belly approached ('Lily') and asked me if I was here with friends. I said no, and then she asked if I wanted to have a nice time, which I of course said 'Yes'

Off to the front of the space, where a dark, very dark chair in the lap dance area was gestured towards. A single buck to fire up the jukebox and then she sat on my lap. I opened a can of worms when I said, gesturing with my hands near her ample (probably enhanced) breasts, "what's allowed?' and then she said well why not try the champagne room? Its $300 but lots of privacy. I am new to this so I would have liked to go but decided to hold some dollars in reserve, and said that was too rich for my blood. She then said, and I am paraphrasing here, 'well we'll have some fun, and it will be half price' - and I decided to suppress my little conscience voice which said 'why not just go with a lapdance for a few bucks' and 'is half price what she means by $150 bucks?'