Plush but perfunctory

Second time here (first time was in 2009). Located between a rail crossing and the Remo Drum factory, Sort of appropriate for a place where a young woman can paradiddle on my snare drum. Deja Vu is notable outside for its neon-lit roof soffit as well as the "garage" area for the valet parking. No hiding what this place is for. The cover was $11 but upon showing my out-of-state license they charged only $10. (I suppose 10% off admission is some kind of deal.) :/

The club shows live nude girls on stage so they serve live sober drinks for $5 like Red Bull, bottled Frappuccinos, glasses o’soda, etc. The live girls render themselves topless by the end of their first song, and then bottoms away for the second. Strangely, some of the girls disappear back beyond the curtain to remove their bottoms before reappearing buff for their second song, while others choose to drop the G-string before our very eyes. Several are pleased to demonstrate their pole climbing and hanging capabilities while other are satisfied to spin really nonchalantly around the pole. Either way, on Friday night at 11, unless there was a supply of unseen charmers, I counted about 12 girls and about 3 times as many PL’s (some of whom included women). Every 6 songs or so, they DJ would recruit what gals were not otherwise busy in the back room on stage to stand there, seemingly confused, while the DJ announced it was 2-for-1 time. The girls would then march off stage a dutifully recruit lucky PL’s for a 2 songs-per-$20 lap dance in a backroom. I was recruited twice, both by blondes of varying proportions and personalities.

The lap dance room is a series of prefab lounge chairs with machine-like thingies with traffic signals on top. Let’s just called it the Déjà Vu Orgasmatron, shall we? (Sorry, Woody Allen.) Feed it a $20 and the green light comes on. Regardless of song length or when you start your dance, the light remains on for roughly 3-4 minutes per song. The first gal was great with the touching, face-licking, stick-shifting, moaning and slurping, but conveniently forgot to take her top off during the first song. The second song was done topless, about 5 seconds BEFORE the red light came on, it was “OMIGOD, quick, the song is over, gimme another $20!” (regular price for a dance). I was reasonably satisfied with the second dance, so I whipped out one more and she continued her lovely routine. At the end, it was “thank you”, slight kiss, and she turns her back and moves on with the rest of her life and I with mine, and we depart the Orgasmatron.