I went in this place knowing...

I went in this place knowing it was going to be a bit of a dive but I think I got more than I bargained for. I think the place is going be the name dangerous curves now. When you walk in the front door there is a area designed for an ID check with a second door to get in, but of course there was no one to check my ID so after I looked around for a second I just walked in. When you walk inside, there is a pool table and an L-shaped stage. The place was well lit and there was no-one in sight, which started to make me question if the place is even open. If you walk past the stage there is a half flight of stairs leading up to the bar. When I ascended the stairs, I saw the true horror that was to be my evening.

The bar is only 7 stools in a crammed area with a old TV over the corner. When I got there, there were 2 dancers, an old man that was hard to get a read on if he was just drunk or really a bit out of his mind (maybe both), and a really old man (like 80's) and a nice bar maid that wasn't much to look. The 2 dancers, one looked like she was good looking back in her prime, but her prime was 40 years ago. I don't mind older ladies, I know dancers in there 40's that I gladly go see, but this woman was past that stage of her life, and it looked like it had been a rough life. The other girl looked a bit chubby sitting at the bar, and didn't set off any cuteness alarms, but I thought she would be decent enough to look at. After going around the room to get a dollar from each of the customers to play a song on the juke box, the two dancer got on stage together. The older one wanted to dance, and I wasn't going to be rude and not tip, but there was nothing there I wanted to see. When the chubby girl got on stage, I thought, "Oh, she isn't chubby, she's pregnant." You know, it is a different look, that smooth round basketball shape of a pregnant girl versus that saggy-ness of a girl with a gut. This girl was the former. They danced, I tipped, when the music stopped we all went back to the bar. The older dancer was pushing for a private dance.

The semi-older drunk man started teasing the chubby dancer about being pregnant, which she denied saying they were just love handles. That's when I realized she was smoking and drinking. Maybe she was just chubby, but I would put money on her being pregnant. Another girl came in at that time and talked to the bar tender. She wasn't amazing, but she was miles ahead of the dancers that night. After she left the bar tender said she was a dancer that hadn't been to work all week. The bartender said that the girl probably only came in to see if they were busy, but since it was pretty dead, she made an excuse and left. The bartender swore to me they had 11 dancers a week ago and it was just an off night. I think the place would have been pretty packed with 11 dancers and I don't know where the customers would sit with that many girls there. I doubt I go back to see if she was telling the truth. A business man came in after that, and I shot a decent game of pool with him while the older woman danced on stage telling us we should get a private. Then I made the only good decision of the night and left.