Saturday afternoon chill

An unusual Saturday afternoon club visit for me. My first time on the infamous Baltimore Block. I was going to meet a dancer friend who works here occasionally on day shifts, but she texted me shortly after I got to the club that an emergency had come up and she couldn't come in. I drowned my sorrows in the $2 import beers ($1 for domestics) and was grateful that i came in at 2:30 when the club was dead and no one was collecting cover either for downstairs or the upstairs VIP area. It was me and literally 1-2 other customers (plus another guy who came in and went headed straight up the stairs to the VIP area until the manager scurried up after, caught up with him, and made the guy scarce). In the middle of the floor, music and a recorded deejay (or so it sounded) played on an empty stage. TV's above the bar were showing some basketball games. A chill time, and since I didn't drop any money for cover charges, I was OK with it.

After about an hour, one dancer ventured out onto the stage, and did three songs, the last two while I assumed the PL position on the side of the stage. The gal on stage had shoulder to medium-length blonde hair, and medium natural-size chest. The first song was with top on, second with top off, third with bottom off, full nude. Nude stage dances and alcohol served, a rare combination anywhere these days.

We went to an empty table beyond the stage area, made some friendly conversation, had no one rushing to make me buy the girl a drink (I am hearing that at least here, that doesn't happen) and then we went upstairs to the vacant VIP area with its own clear-floored stage, surrounded by empty, darkened luxury banquettes, beyond which sat darkened rooms filled with leather sofas and tables upon which $300 bottles of champagne could be placed along with assorted frivolities like strawberries and cream. The lap dance area consists of the parent company (Deja Vu) lap dance assemblies (velvet alcoves with padded benches and little upholstered table-thingies), assembled along the wall and curving around, but without the Orgasmatron vending machines like I saw at the location in North Hollywood, CA a few weeks earlier. Instead, the girl asked for the money upfront. The private dances were 2 for $40, and they were with tops and bottoms left on. That's right, a strip club on the Block in Baltimore which serves only bikini laps. While it was full contact, somehow those covered dances limit whatever intimacy and playfulness one might have or want no matter how much you explore each other. It would have to take an astonishing girl with unbelievably playful personality to make that kind of dance worth the money.