Weird, but better than expected experience
Let me start with the club name. The club is located on a main thoroughfare about three miles out of town in an industrial area. It is not located near downtown Salt Lake City, and walking this distance could be managed but would be dangerous and unpleasant as the sidewalk ends at some point. If you think “downtown” is intended to refer to dancers and patrons going “down” on each other, there is absolutely no chance of that or any other dancer-patron contact. Remember this is Utah. “Southern” is also misleading. The club is located north of SLC and is not like any club found outside Utah. Fortunately the “xposure” part is true at this fully nude club.
I visited on a Friday night and arrived around 10:00 pm after a Jazz game. There was no one at the door to check my ID and take my cover payment so I proceeded into the club. This was my first clue about how loosely the club is managed. Most clubs will make a show of security at the entrance to keep the knuckleheads in line, to provide an air of security for the paying staff and working girls, and to establish a sense of elegance. Not here. The non-dancer staff are indistinguishable from the patrons and are not very attentive to the user experience. It comes across as extremely casual.
I had my ID scanned by the bar staff, paid the $22 cover, and purchased a water ($4). The bar is directly ahead of the entrance with the club space to the right of the bar. The club does not have alcohol or ice though the bottled drinks are refrigerated. The club has two stages that were in continuous use during my visit. A real positive for this club is that there is no down time between performers. The “cage” stage is by the bar. It is small and is completely enclosed by an assemblage of hand rails forming monkey bars that the dancers use in their performance. They sit on, twirl around and hang from these bars whose main purpose is to create a formidable barrier between the dancers and patrons. This stage is only a couple feet off the floor and has club chairs for patrons around this fully enclosed platform except for the spot where the dancers enter. The “DJ” stage is further into the club, is elevated to about 4’ off the floor, has two accessible sides for patrons where bar stools are positioned, and is also edged by a handrail system. Unlike the “cage” stage the rails end about 3’ above the stage. The dancer’s make good use of these rails in their performances and they do not obstruct the view much. Neither stage has a pole. Of the two stages, the “cage’ stage seemed to be more popular, but the patrons would migrate from stage to stage depending on the quality of the dancer.
The club has a little area with couches near the entrance where some of the dancers hang out between sets. There are high tops with stools for patrons in the middle. And pool tables in the back that were in constant use while I was there. At the far end of the “DJ” stage are steps that lead up to a DJ booth. The steps continue up to a second floor where the dancer changing area and lounge is located. Restrooms are off a hallway past the bar. Between the restrooms and “DJ” stage and under the dancer lounge are several rooms for “shower” shows.
On this night there were about twelve girls working, mostly white with about a third Hispanic. Most girls were thin and fit. Though some girls were a bit bigger, none were disgustingly heavy. I’ve noticed more BIG girls as a trend in most clubs lately, maybe because some communities like thick girls. For me, the fat girls are a huge turn off and their performance will send me fleeing for a bathroom break. I never had that inclination here. My biggest complaint is the amount of ink on the girls. Why put graffiti on a Rembrandt?
Girls do two-song sets, but the amount of nudity depended on the dancer. Most girls go nude with minimal tipping, recognizing that once nude the tips keep coming (good strategy). A few dancers would only lose the top or not disrobe at all until they had accumulated enough tips (disappointing strategy). And nudity is relative here since some girls wear knee pads or would slide their thong aside rather than remove their bottoms. If your objective, like mine, is to see as much pussy as possible, this club will deliver.
I sat at the less crowded “DJ” stage for most of the night, throwing singles and getting a sense of the place. The girls, staff, and patrons are friendly and approachable, but the dancers do not circulate and mingle with the patrons. Maybe this is a Utah limitation since contact between dancers and patrons is prohibited. BTW, other reviewers of this club have noted how the no touching rule was emphasized by the staff upon arrival; I was never given this lecture, maybe because I missed the door girl. There is dancer up-sell that is available, the “shower show”, but the girls do not push it. The prices for the shower show are $20 for dry and $30 for wet (100% of this payment goes to the house and, yes, the showers actually work). The duration for both is 10 minutes. From where I was sitting, I could see the shower show area through the plastic strips that provided a barrier to these rooms. It was clear that the dancers were fully nude for these shows and that some girls were lathered up for the “wet” version. At least one of the rooms can accommodate up to three girls.
After watching for a while, a beauty named Naomi took the “DJ” stage. IMO (and I believe hers) she was the hottest girl working on this night. She had a confidence about her appearance, and I understand girls know when they are the hottest in an environment because the male gaze follows the most attractive babe everywhere. This girl has over-the shoulder dark brown hair (with body but no highlights) a knockout figure with natural Cs (no piercings), a flat stomach and toned definition in her legs. Not only were her legs toned, they had the flat muscular panel in the upper thigh that girls of a certain age have but eventually lose. She is super hot, and I am excited for her performance. She dances, and I tip generously. The top comes off, but she never loses the bottoms.
As the night progresses, I make a determination that I must see her pussy. At this point she is the only girl working who has not disrobed completely when dancing. I think she is a perfect candidate for the shower show, but I need to get a sense of her personality and make sure I am not about to succumb to a bait and switch. When not dancing, she wears a blue tube dress that highlights her amazing body. She hangs out on the couches near the entrance (she has a preferred spot where she likes to sit). I ask if I can sit with her before I do. She has a reluctant smile, a regal nose (not big but not a little button either), and very full lips for a white girl. The lips may be her only augmentation beyond her tattoos. While the tats are not overdone, she would look even better without them. I tell her she is beautiful (she knows and barely smiles). She tells me she is from SLC and this is only her third day working. This explains why she is the only dancer who does not socialize with the other girls who must see her as a threat. I ask if she likes getting naked, knowing she has not performed nude since I arrived. She smiles and says “yes”. I wonder if the smile is a hook and I am being suckered. I tell her I want to take her to the shower show and ask what tip is appropriate for a full nude show. She says, “I only do the dry show and I can’t tell you how much to tip.” My alarms are going off, but it is too late for me to make a rational decision. I am committed at this point. Her slot in the schedule comes up, and I tell her to find me after her dance.
While she is performing, I try doing some reconnaissance work by asking another patron with whom I was talking if girls always get nude in the shower show. He says “maybe.” Since he just likes to talk to the girls, he does not ask that they disrobe. Not a helpful. In hindsight, I should have asked if the tip comes before or after the performance. Naomi finally returns and she come directly to me. We sit, and I buy her a drink ($9.75 Red Bull). While she is an incredible looker, she is not much of a conversationalist. She talks quietly and is unable to banter. Every attempt to talk goes nowhere. With my singular focus the desire to see her pussy, I am not thinking clearly anyway. So I suggest we go to the shower show now. She agrees and smiles.
I pay the attendant the $20 fee and he tells me he will come get me once Naomi is ready. OK. Naomi departs. OK. I sit for ten minutes or so. At one point I can see her beyond the plastic curtains in one of the shower rooms, but the attendant does not notice. Is this stall tactic a strategy or is the staff that inattentive? Eventually he lets me in the room. Naomi is sitting on a towel on the floor of the shower that is raised about 18” off the floor. She has a bikini on but no shoes. Fantastic. There is raised tiled counter between me and her that serves as the dancer/patron barrier. The little room has two club chairs. I take a seat and ask when I tip. “After the show” she says. I relax. The show was great. Top came off. Bottom came off. And she danced. And danced. And danced. Not the show I wanted. I asked if she would spread her legs for me. She smiled and sat on her towel and raised her legs. Pure heaven. Fortunately she is not a great twerker though she tried a little. Her lack of experience showed a little and it was super cute. To be so attractive and show a little vulnerability made her even more appealing. At some point the show became tiresome, and I realized what I now wanted after years of strip club conditioning was to feel her weight in my lap, to touch her belly and arms, and to smell her neck and hair. What a sad realization that this would never happen. The show ended. I tipped. She smiled. I left.
Though a strange experience, I recommend this club. The friendly atmosphere, attractive girls, and full nudity make it worthwhile especially with the limited options in the area. And I would recommend it even if my Naomi obsession had not occurred. That said, she raises the quality of the environment in such a significant way that I fear her tenure here will be a short one. Catch her while you can.
