To the windows to the walls

Decided to venture in again after striking out tonight with some civillians. I knew what I had in store for me, but decided to make it a chill night. The layout is well known, but I’ll lay it down for the sake of it. Two parking attendants outside frisked a bit and charged $3 for parking. In we go down the hall and pay the girl our $20 cover. A door way at the end takes you to the main room. There’s a long bar to your right. Straight ahead and to your left is the T-shaped main stage with three poles going full throttle. Far left is a rectangular bar with a very small secondary stage and one pole.

The club was packed to the rafters with customers. So much so that I had to stand around for a while. I would estimate 30-40 dancers, but I wouldn’t trust that. Most attractive as hell anywhere. Not that many standouts because the A game was up and running. Girls walking around getting tips like mad. The bloodletting was real. They’re banking on customers losing track of who is coming off stage. Zero chance for any real convo. Dance? Dance? No? Ok peace. I’m not going to work like that. But it’s to be expected. It’s a seller’s market.

It was definitely a negative experience for me, but I opted into it. Don’t know how most scers deal with this environment. The party was popping for sure. If you like the hustle and bustle and come in a group Saturday nights at the trap might be for you.