Waste of time

Driving back from Tampa, I had been looking for an opportunity to check out this club. You can see the road sign from the highway, but the club itself is set back from the road and you need to know where to look to find it.

There are two entrances, clearly labeled "nude" and "sports bar". The sports bar is free entry with $3 beers. Girls only go over there to give lap dances and smoke cigarettes. The sports bar is divided into two large rooms with plenty of TVs. One side has the bar itself. The bartender was a big beefy guy, but he was cool and friendly. The other side of the sports bar has pool tables, a long couch wall for lap dances, and more TVs than the bar side. The music is so loud you cannot hear the person next to you unless they really speak up. I saw one guy getting dances from a white girl that I would only rate about a six. It looked like decent contact, but I only glances a couple of times. The bar has your back to the lap dance room (no privacy, though). A very heavy set girl - her belly was her biggest circumference- came in, sat at the bar, and lit a cigarette. She would not stop talking to me. I tried telling her that I had just got there and needed to relax, but I did not want to be too nice and have her think that I was interested in her attention. She would not take a hint. She finally finished her cigarette and went back to the nude side. I took a couple of minutes to finish my beer, and then went to check out the nude side. On my way out, I glanced at the lap dance room and saw a girl that actually looked like a 9 or 10 sitting on the couch with a customer. I might have left if she had not given me hope for hotter girls on the nude side.

Walk 20 paces outside to the right from the Sports Bar door, and you are at the nude side. You cannot bring your beer with you. Pay 10 bucks for a wristband so you can bounce from the beer bar to the nude bar (with a guy collecting your money). The nude side is a large open area with a clumsy layout. Vinyl couches, ottomans, and benches scattered around the club. One large main stage and several small stages. A tiny bar with a refrigerator behind it where you can buy waters and sodas. One girl was on stage. She had a decent enough body with several large tats. Face was all right, but I would not give her more than a seven. She was finishing up her nude dance as I walked in. I saw the chubby who wouldn't leave me alone talking to a 5 as I walked I and sat on a couch away from the stage. The 7 left the stage and the same chub from the sports bar got on stage and began dancing. The four other guys on that side of the club left to get a beer, leaving me alone in there. She focused her dancing in my direction while I focused on a basketball game on TV. She slapped her ass as loud as she could, and I did not even glance. She finally called out to me and asked if I was all right. I told her I was fine. She asked me to come and sit at the stage. I could not keep a straight face, without meaning to I laughed and said "no, thanks." Well, I knew I could not stay after that, and I did not see any more girls that gave me a reason to. I left out to my car, $10 cover wasted but lesson learned. As I was turning the key in the ignition, I saw the 9 or10 walking back to the nude side. I would have liked to have a clear look at her. I have no plans on going back.