Hole in the Wall

Stopping by on a Sunday early evening, I could have been convinced this was actually a sad local bar, rather than a strip club. The fact that the women were a bit under-dressed was a giveaway, but otherwise it was just a huge room with seven poor souls huddled around their Bud Light pony bottles at the bar, while CNBC played on the TV.

Like all of the MAL entertainment clubs in the greater Charlotte area, this one requires showing one's ID, which is scanned into the system. Yikes! You either accept that or you don't - if you don't, you don't get in. It was either a $5 cover or a $10 membership, which is good for subsequent free entry at any of their clubs for a year. Yes, a year of having your license scanned each time you enter. Oh well.

I hung around for the time it took to drain an entire bucket of Bud Lights (not that long - the pony bottles are half the size of a normal bottle, and you get 5 in a bucket. Basically, 2 and a half beers. But it was only ten bucks for a bucket.) As I rose to leave, a woman who was actually there to work (fancy that) asked if I wanted a dance. Sure. So we went to the seats in the back and she did her reasonable work. That was ten bucks and in view of the bouncer. "Want to do a VIP? $25." Sure, why not. The VIP section is curtained off and has typical couch dance leather seats, as opposed to the upright banquet chair in the main area. Oddly enough, it's even LESS private. Instead of a dude seated across the room, that same dude is now seated directly behind the dancer on the other side of a half wall. Weird. Don't expect any extras under that scenario.