Not Much Has Changed

Returned to Coz's place after an absence of several years. Found pretty much the same forlorn set-up. Basically a pool hall with a small stage where girls who could no be hired anywhere else attempt to dance. On this evening the line-up consisted of a cute youngster with a completely flat chest, an aging baby boomer whose assets had drifted south, a 40ish woman, and a couple of "dancers" who flitted about the bar but never graced the stage.

The youngster was the only one I saw get any private dances, and I say "private" advisedly as the area for this is right out in the open at the end of the club. The final quirk of this place is that the dancers must wear panty hose. Not only do they order you not to touch the dancers, you couldn't get your fingers wet even if you did. I guess I can wait a few more years before I return here.