The Atlantic City area clubs still suck

We've been having a freezing cold motherfucker of a winter this year and then we finally got a brief thaw this past week, so I took the opportunity to head down to Atlantic City and play some table games. Took a small loss at the Tropicana and called it a night around 1 in the morning. It was a rainy night, but not cold. The rain seemed to have even chased the hookers off the streets, as I noticed Pacific Avenue was nearly empty (not that I would ever pick up a streetwalker, but still... looking never hurt anyone). I decided I would try to make the most of a dull night by going to a club.

Atlantic City's clubs are notorious rip-offs, so I chose a club slightly outside the City limits. Centerfolds, formerly Crazy Horse, formerly Delilah's Den (I think) could pass for an IHOP from the outside with its attic shape. The parking lot is unremarkable. Not a busy main street at the hour I visited, so privacy concerns were minimal. Paid my $10 cover to a young giant with a ZZ Top beard. Went over to the bar and was immediately approached by an annoying creature called Nikki. She looks to be about 40, sloppy fat, small natural tits, dark frizzy hair, gap-toothed, seemed half-drunk, either white or light-skinned Latina. I later found out from two other dancers that Nikki is the owner's fiancee. Admittedly, she did have a very nice ass - you have to give credit where credit's due. But the rest of her looked atrocious. I did my best to let her know I wasn't interested without hurting anyone's feelings. She insisted I had been there before, recently, and that she recognized me. The only other time I was there was once briefly in 2011, I believe. She claimed she had seen me in the past week, which wasn't true.

When the DJ finally called her name to come to the stage I breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, my solitude was short-lived because Nikki's friend, an annoying and unattractive black girl, whose name escapes me, immediately approached me and began harassing me for tips. I tried to remain friendly and tipped her a few dollars. But then, despite my stony silence, she insisted on sitting next to me until Nikki came down from the stage. Obviously, this is an act they have perfected. Since Nikki was, believe it or not, the more attractive of the two women, and since there didn't appear to be any other girls working at the moment, I decided I would give Nikki a whirl in the back. What can I say? I was horny and she promised the world. It was quite a sales pitch she had.