The New Year Pandoras

It was the day after New Years (January 2), and it was a Holiday. I did a little shopping and decided that this would be a good day for a visit. The last time I had been in, also a Monday, I had been intrigued by a number of what seemed to be new dancers who physically matched my favorite type of dancer. Good luck with my thinking. It was a holiday, there were some good bowl games on, and I guess people were still celebrating. In fact I had been watching the Rose Bowl and decided to leave when Penn State went up 49-34. As soon as I walked in I realized that I had probably made a mistake. It was dead. DEAD! Then I made my second mistake. I had planned on spending some time there checking out the new talent, so, upon entering, I bought the $10 refillable club soda. There was no new talent. In fact, most of the Monday regulars like Unique and Carrington were absent.

When I arrived they had the usual two stage rotation going, but it slowed so much that they went to one stage. How often has that happened? One girl interested me and that was Cream. I had seen her before but had never had a dance from her. The few girls working, I think about 8, did not seem even too interested in getting dances. Cream would go on stage, go off and go to the dressing room. Next time she might approach one of the approximately 10 guys in the club, get rejected, and retreat back to the dressing room. I finally moved so that she would walk right passed me on her way to the dressing room.

This time as she went by I said, "hi." By golly, that got her attention. She stopped, smiled tentatively, and asked if she could sit with me. Of course was my reply. When we started talking I began to remember an incident that had happened with her sometime over a year ago. It was either a Friday or Saturday night, and it was pretty crowded. When I came in the only real area where there was much open seating was directly in back of the main stage, on the opposite side of the club from where the LAP dances go on. Cream was on stage dancing, and she took off her g string. Usually the dancer just drops it next to the stage, but she flipped it, and it went flying. I saw it head somewhere off to my left. When her dance was over, she went to retrieve it, and couldn't find it. I ended up helping her look for it. Not to be found. She was quite flustered and ran off to the dressing room, presumably to get another bottom.