Not What It Once Was -- But Maybe Better?

The last time I went to Hollywood Show Club it was … uh, a lot different from previous visits. I’m not entirely sure if the owner is such an asshole (which I have heard for years now) that strippers finally had enough and quit. But when I went there, on a Sunday night, it was dead and the talent there was a lot closer to what you would see at a daytime shift at Dollie’s. It was a far cry from the bevy of hot bitches that used to crawl all over this place.

That does not mean I had a bad visit. Far from it.

There were only five girls there. Gone seemingly, even on a Sunday night, are the days where all three stages were operating and two chicks on each stage were sauntering to and fro for horny boys (I say boys because the guys who came here usually had their Cardinals hats on backwards and nursed Bud Lights with their bros all night) to motorboat their titties. It was even slow compared to other slow Sunday nights I’ve spent there. I counted, at most, half a dozen people in my 2-3 hours at HSC. So only one stage was used, and one girl at a time still had to pop up there to do her three-song shift. And yet, per club practice, each dancer latched onto one of the few customers that wanted to spend a late night at the strip bar and convinced him to keep her company for her whole time in stage jail. None of those girls latched onto me, however, so it was quite lonely, even infuriating, to have a dollar on stage but see that dancer give all her attention to her selected Pathetic Loser.