Damn girl, dial it back

I arrived at about 8:30 p.m. on a Wednesday. The manager was at the front door and welcomed me in, told me to have a good time. I promised to. I paid a $10 cover. They didn't check i.d. or search me. A sign warned me not to engage in any lewd acts because that would be wrong. Thanks government. Inside there is a bar to the left, benches in the back and far side, and several rows of seats up to the stage. Another reviewer complained that some of the seats are worn/torn and that is still the case if interior decorating matters to you. The front row is right up at the stage so you can get up close to the dancers if you care to. That night there were a couple dozen patrons they were but mostly sitting in the back, not at the stage. A mix of singles and groups of guys. About 60 seconds after I got there a precocious young lady approached me and with little persuasion I followed her over to the far side of the room, where there was guy at a podium. The guy took my money, $40 for 3 I think, and then the girl and I walked back to a line of cubbied benches. I shooed away the drink lady. I sat down and noticed a mirror running along the walkway, enabling me to see myself and the girl on top of me. I liked that. If I tried I could have seen what was going on in the next space over, but I didn't try. The girl was topless, well endowed, and kinda cute. She gave me a moderate amount of grind and ran through the standard repertoire of lap dance positions. Not bad but not amazing either. Then the upsell. She grabbed my junk and made all sorts of suggestions about lewd acts that could be performed in the VIP room. For a mere $140 I think it was (sorry, I forget), plus a vague request for a tip. I guess she hadn't read the sign at the entry. Paid at the bar. So the VIP room was walk in closet sized room with a door. "I think literally I could do anything I want to this girl right now," I thought to myself as I pulled out my finger that she had shoved into her ass. She was also very wet, as she insisted that I discover. As I did so, she squirmed with genuine or feigned delight (I cared not to ask). That gut instinct that I so seldom listen to kicked in and I thought, no, let's dial this back. Weird, right? She gave me what I asked for (the dialed back version). Tipped appropriately.

A few comments on what else I saw: girls ranged from 4-8s. A few pushy ones, but most were chill. All flavors. Dancers: regularly on stage, overall looking great but not particularly skilled artists. DJ: not annoying (high praise from me). Bar/drinks: like everywhere else. Parking: not a problem. Bathroom: nice and clean actually. You exit through a porn shop. Reminded me of the souvenir shop on your way out of the theme park.