Amateur night at the Pink Slip is not to be missed

This is a small club. There is a bar, one main stage, and a side stage. There is also a second "lounge" room with couches and another bar. It's in a crappy section of East St. Louis, and the interior is also crappy. But it's filled with naked Black women, so who cares if the walls have been recently painted? With this much big, brown ass around, if you care about the decor, that's a personal problem. On Mondays, the best plan is to get there early to catch the day shift dancers, then come back around 1am to watch the amateur hour which starts at *2am*, so stock up on your caffeine.

On this day shift, there were 4-5 dancers, two of which were quite cute, the others less so. Dances are only $10, so I make sure to get at least one dance with all the women, because you never know who the freaky ones are. Yes, I found one, yes, she allowed my hands to roam everywhere and yes, she provided a number for after-hours entertainment (but I don't use stripper numbers). However, this was not the highlight of the afternoon.

The highlight happened after the bartender's advances on a particular customer went unheeded. Her solution? Strip butt naked, get on the stage, and call out to him to inform him of her nudity. He remained unimpressed, which worked out in my favor, because I was *very* impressed. Did I mention that she was a former stripper, with a bangin' body? And that at this point she was quite frustrated with her prospects? To quote the great philosopher Sir-Mix-A-Lot: "So they toss it and leave it, And I pull up quick to retrieve it". She gave me a wonderful dance, then put her dress back on, washed her hands, and went back to serving drinks. No one else in the club thought this was particularly strange, because this is how things go at the Pink Slip.