2001 Oddity

I imagine at night with tons of guys and lots of dancers, this relatively small, 70s chrome-and-neon throwback is quite a party palace. At 2 in the afternoon, it's fairly dead. No cover charge, and the pleasant lady at the entrance desk could just as easily be working as a receptionist at an insurance company. The metal doors beyond the insurance company receptionist look like you are entering a bank vault. What you find is a very small bar and a single stage with some metal office kitchen chairs, low dinette tables and then high dinette tables, and 2 or 3 customers. A dancer or two may be sitting near the bar. The dancers I saw during my visit mostly ranged from 5 to 6. Particularly a contrast when the video screens above the stage continuously show pictures of air-brushed gorgeous girls, stage videocam images of three naked girls dry-humping, etc. etc. The stage was empty when I got in but the music was loud and the deejay amazingly obnoxious when a girl does come out.

There was one notable girl for whom I decided to make it rain. She was a brunette, looking somewhat bored as she came out to windex the pole and the stage, but having an unbelievably gorgeous body - a 9, even if she had what looked to be exceedingly perfect tits. A work of art and science. I decided to sidle up to the edge of the stage and make it rain, and she proceeded to manhandle and/or cuddle various aspects of my manhood right at the side of the stage while I sat in the metal office kitchen chair. Glad I was wearing my dress pants. Plenty of Stevie Wonder action with her 36D bolt-ons. She propped me with joining her for a private session after her stage dance. She sidled up into the chair next to me, offered the Launch Pad room for $5 room charge and $30 per song (not a great value compared to Mons Venus or Scarlett's), the "more private" spaceship for something like $275 for 30 minutes (steep but similarly priced to VIP rooms back up in the Mid-Atlantic), and $400 for the private "champagne room". Considering there were hardly customers and even the Launch Pad rooms are semi-enclosed in back area, I stuck with that. No lap dance police, as was the case with the other two clubs I visited. Dakota was definitely a lovely looking and lovely feeling bundle of nudity, easily ranking with other girls over my 2+ days in Tampa. Not much GFE though, even with the relative lack of other customers. The other gals were a mix of white, black and Asian, kind of meh quality. I think Dakota was easily the star of 2001, at least at 2:30 in the afternoon. And with that I decided to head out for the airport before I drained my resources any further on this 2 1/2 day adventure into what is still clearly the nude lap dance capital of America. if you really want GFE with strippers though, stick with the more humble towns, and pastie/topless bars of the Eastern Seaboard.