Not the place I remember from several years ago

There was a time when this was my favorite place to go during hot summer afternoons in the Valley. There were a great deal of attractive, young hotties of various stripes and sizes to spend time with. My favorites back in the day included a young Colombian community college student, a blonde Venezuelan knockout and a curvy blonde bombshell. There used to be great mileage to be had in certain private areas tucked away at the club. I moved away so came here less frequently. Over time, this place fell out of rotation since the trek got to be too difficult.

Well, I recently came back after a long hiatus. The place still looks the same, layout unchanged and still dark as usual. But walking in, I was only one of two customers. No girls on stage and only a few at the bar. It seemed like a ghost town. Only six girls working that afternoon, but most in the dressing room. And one waitress. There's nothing more deflating than coming into a dark club, music blaring, and a dark empty stage. You can't help to start fiddling around on your phone because contemplating your life in a dark, empty strip club becomes an existential crisis. I was told by one of the ladies they only put girls on stage when someone sits at the stage. Not exactly inviting. Overall, the mood was far from tantalizing. To say nothing of erection-inducing.

Gradually, the girls came out of the dressing room to make the rounds. A few Eastern European stick figure model types (if that's your thing) and a few plain jane vanilla white girls, one African American MILF. Everyone was perfectly pleasant. But it was hard to overcome the mood of the club. The best looking lady may have been Valentina, a slender, athletic dancer's build. But she never came by to me.