A Strip Before the Trip

On my way back from a meeting outside of 'Lumbus, I gassed up and decided to stop by the club with about 4 hours to kill before my flight home. The club is located in the shadow of the 670 underpass off Stelzer Rd. Not very big, but reasonably clean, plain looking outside and the usual faux upscale decor inside. They checked my ID but no cover in the big front foyer, with the main club on the right, featuring a long bar snaking around the south / southwest corner of the club. Monday day shift offers some lapdance specials, notable 3 songs for $30 in the main room (whenever they call the girls up for their hourly stage "parade" (mainly standing absent-mindedly on stage) and $75 for 15 min in the VIP room. The DJ looked all of about 12 years old. The songs basically last 2 minutes each, so 3 songs for $30 is not so great. Drinks at the bar are fairly reasonable, a rum and coke went for $5. One long stage at the center of the club was intermittantly populated by a dancer at various times. Pleasant enough, comfortable place, not too crowded, several gals huddling with regulars, a little too much so, though I need to keep cool on that issue, as I've had my one to two favorites by my side for extended periods in the clubs closer to home. Anyway, on to the girls. They ranged from 7 to 9 (actually more on the high end than the low end), and they wore pasties (some more revealing and transparent than others who wore what looked like band-aids), so it is not "pure" topless. The club closes at 2 am, but they let the long VIP sessions go on until 5 am. I'm sure it's not karaoke, unless she's using your Mr Happy as her microphone.

When I walked in, the dancer on stage was an astounding blonde beauty, long flaxen hair, gorgeous angular high cheekbones, wide-set blue eyes, pretty smile, perfect body (though breasts likely more natural than her California or southern counterparts). No one seemed to be tipping but me, so I slipped her a few singles. She mouthed a pleasant but not too enthusiastic thank you, and pranced non-chalantly around the stage with her perfect butt looking more perfect as she arched her back. I would call her a 9 (prefer a bit bigger boobs as this is a strip club after all, otherwise I would have pegged her at a 10). Unfortunately, she apparently thought she had a Pussy of Gold (POG), as she did not circulate, or come over to say thank you to me. She went directly to the middle-aged balck guy sitting at the bar in khaki cargo pants (!) who already had a curvy brunette sitting on his left (who was next to me at the bar, and she paid no attention to me either). POG interacted mainly with Cargo Pants when she was not interacting with her iPhone at her bunny perch between the two sections of the bar. During her next dance, Cargo Pants showered POG with greenbacks, all while not even getting a lap from her. Even during the 3-for-30 stage walk, POG got on stage, got off, and went back to her bunny perch to be with Cargo Pants and his other dancer friend. Eye contact between me and her yielded nothing as she was busy talking and texting. Obviously she didn't need the money or thought she was too good to do lap dances. POG is hot enough that the next time I'm in town and see her, preferably without a regular or her iPhone, I hope to attempt a test drive. All said, being gorgeous is no excuse for avoiding interaction with customers who tip you or make eye contact with you.

Lest this become too depressing, I did have several fairly attractive gals offer their company, two of whom I took up on their offers. One was a pleasant ravened-haired gal with interesting tattoos on her slim shapely legs, with a very gorgeous body (similar to POG but a little plainer face). We went back to the VIP ($75 for 15 min, pay at the register next the the VIP area before). The VIP rooms are pretty private, with full curtain, big sofa, and table to put your glasses or other things in your pocket you don't want there during a lap dance. The raven-haired gal removed her top to reveal very heavy pasties on her boobies (lets just say they were more like bandages). Some grinding and cuddling, but much of the dance was conversation, complaining about guys who wanted to touch her breasts and butt (no-nos in the club supposedly) and not give her an extra tip, and also complaining about drunks and people in general in Columbus. Guys can touch anywhere but breasts and butt, the girl is allowed to bounce and grind, but overall not a huge amount of mileage with the raven-haired gal. Meh. She was an excellent stage dancer, however, the only one who used the pole and she also had a great butt bounce move. Proof good laps and good stage dances don't always correlate.