Lollipops Sucks

This is a small, run down looking club fronting on US-19. The sign out front said “Tits the season.” That’s the holiday spirit. Unfortunately, any cheeriness I was feeling evaporated upon entry.

I arrived at about 3:30 p.m. There was no doorman and no cover. Lollilpops is a very small club, probably only about one-third the size of Icon, which I had just left. There is small, octagon shaped stage in the middle of the club immediately to the front as you enter. There is a small bar along the left wall. There were a couple of dancers hanging around the far end of the bar: a flat chested, flat assed blonde and a chunky read head. Both were glued to their phones. There was also a waitress sitting and chatting with a guy at the bar. I couldn’t tell if the guy was a customer or staff. There was another dancer and customer sitting at the other end of the bar. It a seat in the middle of the bar and ordered a Coke, which was $4.

I was approached pretty quickly by the dancer who had been sitting at the left end of the bar. She was in her 40s, with an unattractive face and wearing a loose fitting outfit that showed very little skin, undoubtedly to cover up a substandard body. She invited me to move to the other end of the bar with her, which I declined. She then suggested a private dance, which I also declined without inquiring about prices because I didn’t want to give her the idea I might be interested.