It was a standard southern club

Being from another state, I knew things might be different but I was unaware just how hard the state has tried to keep these girls from showing or touching anything. They wore full panties, not thongs or G strings even and could not even lean over to take my money, for fear she would magically sexually arouse anyone.

A “private” dance consisted of lining up on a couch while she air danced three feet away wearing her panties and pasties. There was no contact, not even a handshake, to make anyone feel welcome or wanted. When I left, I got the distinct feeling that everyone on the outside tried their hardest to make it hard to, well, get hard. I could have paid the same price to get a dirty movie in my hotel room and would have seen a lot more.