sinclair's Review
I decided to check out East Idaho's only strip club at 20:30 on a Friday night. Upon entering, I was confronted with a doorman and a choice: On the left was a room with a sports bar with free admission and on the right was a much larger room with the strip club. I opted to head to the right. The cover charge was $5, but it included a drink token to get my first drink free. The cover charge starts at 20:00. The doorman suggested I tip him after I paid my cover, but I just chuckled at him like he told a bad joke. One can see between the strip club room and the regular bar room through both a window-sized hole in the wall and the open doorway. Apparently, some locals just want to come to the establishment to drink and have no interest in seeing strippers. Smoking is allowed inside.
The strip club has a bar on the left as you enter. There is a large island stage with one pole in the middle of the room about two feet off the floor. The stage has a two foot counter surrounding it to prevent any contact between the dancers and the customers. There are three billiard tables and two dart machines in the back of the room. Private dances take place in a community room with several couches behind the DJ booth. There is a large sheer curtain that divides the lap dance area from the rest of the club, but it is so thin it is see-through. There are cameras hanging from the ceiling, and if that wasn't enough, the DJ could easily turn around and stare at you.
Sincweisers were a very affordable $3. From 16:00 to 19:00 daily, there is a Happy Hour where Budweiser, Bug Light, and Michelob Ultra are only $2 per bottle. There was a shot girl wandering around named Abby. She was selling fruity shots and would let you drink the test tubes from between her boobs or out of her panties. There is a kitchen where you can get burgers, sandwiches, nachos, salads, and other fried bar foods. Most food items are under $10. The club got crowded around 22:00. A lot of young folks come here to drink and shoot pool. You will see some female clientele that are better looking than the dancers. The local Shoshone also make up a pie slice of the patronage.
Stage contact was nonexistent. The most you can do is wait for a dancer to pull her panties to the side and slide a dollar in. After tipping a few dancers, I gave up on that endeavor. Private dances are $25 per song or three for $50. A dancer told me customers were allowed to touch during lap dances, but there is “no touching of the boobs, butt, or box”. I did take one for the team and got three songs with Natalia. She sat at my table and chatted with me for about a half hour prior and didn’t even hit me up for a drink because she does not consume alcohol. Despite the strict rules at Club 91, Natalia put in a good effort. She did let me touch her all over, but this doesn’t mean a whole lot because dancers have to keep their bikinis on during lap dances.
--Sinclair Dancer Sheet--
Angel: White, brunette, brown eyes, fat, wears glasses, 2.
Bristol: White, brunette, not fat but a big frame, 4.5.
Cupcake: Native American, A cups, had a kid, many tattoos, smoker 4.
Divine: White, black and brown hair, brown eyes, fake D cups, curvy body, left upper arm tattooed, smoker, sat with regulars the whole time, 6.5.
Flower: White, short like 4'10, light brown hair, looked bloated or had a bit of a beer gut, 2.5.
Hailey: White, brunette, small B cups, fit, no tattoos, good stage performer, 7.5.
Harley: White, blonde, overweight, wears glasses, from far northern Idaho, tramp stamp, small natural D cups, smoker, 1.5.
Natalia: White: Italian and Cherokee mix, black hair, blue eyes, fit, right arm is a full sleeve of tattoos, from California originally, 30, 7.5.
By national standards, Club 91 is pretty tame. There isn’t another strip club for 250 miles to the west, east, or north. The next closest strip club is 130 miles to the south in Ogden, and that gentlemen’s club is tame too. This part of the country is Mormonville, a true strip club desert. When in Pocatello, you have to make the best with the hand that you’ve been dealt. You can see scantily-clad women and drink cheap beer at Club 91, or you can fold your cards and opt to jack off in your hotel room.
