Titillating Time

When you visit a Dive Bar in a residential/industrial community of 850 people, one would suspect that the Beer would be cold, the Girls would be hot, and that the Slots would be as Hot as the Sluts. On this visit, I would learn that one of my faves had retired from the biz and would try to re-launch her career in healthcare. This place has puh-Lenty of TVs showing sports and there are always girls available to give you a 'private show' of her lingerie or bikini in the back room called the "Man Cave." You can opt to get a neck/back massage for the price of a dance ($10) either at the bar, at your table, at the slot machines or in the Man Cave.

On this day, I noticed sumptin jus a lil different in the Man Cave. I saw bared boobies across from me. I wondered if my dancer would afford me the same option to see and squeeze her melons. She did. THIS was a new change in the bikini bar where we were previously allowed a glimpse or a glance and could carress over clothing. They are still wearing prohibitive pantyhose and I wonder what administrative hearing officers and lawyers must be discussing when they agree to change the limitations and restrictions on Adult Entertainment.

Beers are still $4 domestic $5 imports and mixed drinks and shots are reasonable. The juke box has a variety of tunes to select and the slots are not as loose as some of the girls. Cum, stay and play for an hour or more. There are shift changes for dancers every 2 to 4 hours. See somebody new while wearing your beer goggles and you might just forget you are still in McCook, IL.