The Most Repulsive Lineup I've Ever Seen in a Strip Club

Just when I thought this dive hit rock bottom it found a way to stoop even lower. The girls are so fugly they’d turn a straight man gay. I wrongly thought this club would put on its best face on Saturday evenings and if this is their best then shutter the place. Foolishly I thought a busy parking lot was a good sign, but what else is there to do in this town on a Saturday evening? Upon entering I was told the cover was $10 by a preoccupied doorman. Upon sitting at the bar the skinny barmaid with braids in her hair just stared straight ahead in a drunk or drug induced stupor. Although she was just a couple bar stools away she never asked if I wanted anything to drink, but just blindly stared. The dancer on stage was about a 5.5 with bolt ons that were too big for her frame. Her legs were toned, but thin as was the rest of her tattooed body. She had shoulder length curly hair and appeared to be biracial. Throughout her set her attention was focused on dancers or female customers at the bar tossing dollar bills at her. As this was going on a fat pig, and I’m being kind, in a house dress emerged from the couch dance area with a kid half her size who looked like a teenager. She immediately joined this throng. I hope to God she wasn’t a dancer. This inspired me to use the restroom which emerged as the highlight of the evening. Uncharacteristically it didn’t smell of piss and bleach! Compared to the talent this evening it was glorious. Upon emerging I returned to my seat to see a smiling, blonde lard ass on stage. One of the girls in the group was now dancing at the side of the bar like she was having an epileptic seizure. Glancing to my left I saw two more dancers. One was an average looking girl with a crew cut dyed either white or gray. With her was an above average, tall black dancer who at a distance appeared to have a nice smile. It was too dark to make out the rest of her features. One more glance at the homely menagerie of females induced me to leave. For the first time in my life I spent less than the equivalent of one dancer’s full set in a bar and didn’t wait around long enough to tip anyone. I cut my losses at a total of $10 for the entire evening, and my stay was about as long as the amount of time it’s taken you, the reader, to read this review.