Do it. Trust me.

First of all, due to the previews I've been faced with myself lacking VIP: no pasties, seocond dances topless, friendly girls, beautiful (IMO), rock club. Alright, now that we're done with the essentials. This was by far my favorite strip club experience of all time: extras? No. The girls were quite clear on that and I was okay with that. My girl for the night (Jaime or Jade... I know the two will be mad at me and at each other's throats for confusing the two, and this may be totally juxtaposed, but we'll stick with Jaime being the more experienced, slightly thicker country girl, and Jade being the newer, more petite rocker girl...so Jaime... Jaime was my girl for the night) was quite devoted and honestly may have asserted her seniority over the other girls. Then there was Dallas (quite the body, decent dance skills; she and I honestly ended up talking more than grinding... more on that later) And.... Diana... AA girl. Amazing rack and she was extraordinarily friendly. Uhm. Chronology. That's how we'll start it. I passed the club on my way from Fenlay to Cleveland while I was out on my day off to see the rock and roll hall of fame (and bag some pokemon not common to my area). If I may interject, the rock and roll hall of fame... if you don't have it on your bucket list, it's less worth the drive than simply seeing the city of Cleveland itself. And IMO on my short time here, if you're in the Toledo/Findlay area, go to this club or Logan's Pub <no girls, just really good food and atmosphere> in Findlay.) I might have have had more fun in the Science Center next door with all the other nerdy kids. I then ventured into the Great Lakes Brewing Company (great, but I'll save that for Yelp.) On my way home, I battled back and forth with the traditional route or revisiting Hush Showgirls in Toledo (my third strip club overall in life, you can read my review as the late July, 2016 one). Eventually, I settled back on going straight back to my hotel on Findlay, leaving reserve for the quiet little strip club I'd seen on my way in that (shame on you!) hadn't been mentioned as a local club for Findlay (roughty 25 minutes from east Findlay.) I passed it on my way back, seeing only cars parked out back: workers are there... right? I have to drive all the way past the front windows to make out the neon "Open" sign, then made my U-Turn, bypassing the club itself to go to the nearest gas stations (either a Shell or a Kangaroo) for an ATM withdrawal at $3.50. I then made my way back to the club. Parked near the obvious front/corner door before entering a small, deserted foyer and then entering a short hallway. The doorman is at the end near an (at the time, remember Monday) empty coat check and a sliding window by the main door. The doorman lets me know it's $10 to enter, $15 to BYOB (liquor or beer. Set ups at $2 a piece, normal sodas/pop at $3 a piece). I enter alcoholess, at $10. I have to pass my wallet, keys, and wallet chain through a metal detector. Enter the club soon enough and I'm asking for a diet coke while trying to avoid eye contact with the empty stage (an offset two-pole setup with a raised, internally mirrored tip bar). As I'm ordering my coke (I'm from the South, trying to balance the carbonated beverage dialect), I watch, in the mirrors behind the bar, a girl with blue hair, a petite body, and gauged ears approaches me. I can't believe my luck; tattooed... gauged ears... dyed hair... petite body... It's like I've described my perfect girl and she's there behind me. As I take my drink, she accompanies me to my chosen table, once removed from the tip bar. This was Jade... I think... (see my previous Jade/Jaime confusion). Throughout the night she dances to Linkin Park and 3 Doors Down and tells me about her usual dances to A Day to Remember, Marilyn Manson, and Nine Inch Nails... (I promise... my perfect girl in a nutshell. Perfectly petite breasts as well, with medium/small areolas and pert nipples. ) But then, I decide I absolutely need some alcohol. I ask the doorman/bartender where to get liquor and he points me a few miles into town; my drive tells me the liquor store closes at 6 on Mondays and I end up at a gas station with a 12 pack of Yeungling. I'm impatient to make it back to these beautiful women, and when I do make it back, the doorman lets me just tack on the $5 rather than charging me a whole 'nother $15 for door entry and beer. So I sit down with my 12 pack of Yeungling. However, when I perused and rejected my first (several) private dances, the only girl out of the four at the club this night, including my beloved Jade, to remain with me through the night was Jaime. Now I'm a rocker boy from the South. The Deep South. I get really sick of "jump up in my truck, drink a beer on a dirt road" country. Though I can't deny I'll enjoy it on occasion. However, she got my first 2-3 beers brunt of "I hate that music" and she kind of smiled and stayed quiet, but stayed seated close. I had to admire her commitment. (I was later told she claimed me... Not sure whether to be angry or annoyed that my choice of girl was made for me... though I truly can't complain... she was beautiful and once I stopped insulting her music, she was very open and we eventually made each other laugh quite a few times... though... granted... she is literally paid to laugh at my lame jokes.) The night goes on... I watch each girl on the stage... They dance one dance clothed, usually absentmindedly and half flirting with the DJ (did I mention it was just me and him and the male doorman/bartender in there other than the dancers?). But I will say... I wasn't terribly stingy with singles. And I'll pay off a lot to a quiet club and me being the only one in there, but $3 or $4 got me much much further than they did in the Toledo club I visited. With all 4 girls... the first dollar got her off the stage (total disclaimer... I was the only one in the club, I wasn't stingy, and though I'm slightly overweight, these girls have seen much much... much... worse than me.) So I cycle on and off... spending time with the girls who want to stick it out long enough to try me for a dance. I honestly took out just enough from the atm to keep the girls coming, but only enough real cash for one real 2 for 35 special. (And yeah... the DJ might cut some songs a little close. But treat him like a real human being and he might cut you some slack.) And Jaime stayed by my table long enough... she perfectly feigned some level of interest long enough (thought I could see the falling interest occasionally) that I allowed her to be the one to get me to the VIP area (VIP and private dances are the same thing here... though $20 extra might take you as far as a pastie bar's normal dance might go. I mean... That girl was with me for at least half an hour... and through hearsay and observation, a girl there will only stick around chatting for 4 songs without at least a very strong hint of a private dance. And if you give the girl that's sitting with you a few dollars to tip the current dancer (I received a phone call or two during my time that girls were trying to worm their way in and offhandedly offered them a few singles to placate the current dancer), even $1 from the girl sitting with you to the girl on stage gets a show worthy of a "standing" ovation. I had one two for $35 private dance... songs might have been cut slightly short, but like I said, treat the DJ like human being and they're not completely cut. High friction... mileage akin to a music video. But honestly, once I had a few drinks and these girls had had a few dollars of my reserve... the interest and conversation they offered was phenomenal. I got to the point where making them laugh meant more to me than having them on my lap (did I mention if you're alone in the club, $2-5 singles gets you a table dance.

Anyways. i know it's a very long review... But these girls went above and beyond nude entertainment. They provided legitimate company. And that's more than any man can ask when he's browsings this type of establishment.