Could be cool if you’re a regular

Funny story...I’ve actually visited this club twice, but the first time was such a bust that I almost didn’t go back. I think it was around midnight in a weekday night. When you enter the club, there’s a bar right there and a long narrow room. Perhaps it gets full when the club is hopping, but when I went in there was just a bartender and a bored looking dancer talking to each other at the end of the bar. There was typical strip club music playing, but no one was dancing. I’ve been to slow clubs,, but I’ve rarely seen a strip club quite so deserted. I almost turned around and walked out, but I thought I’d at least see if that one dancer was friendly. I ordered a beer. She ignored me and left the room a few minutes later. I was literally alone at the bar with the bartender. It felt like I was in a disowned Edward Hopper painting. I sat awkwardly sipping my beer for a few minutes, then said ‘fuck this shit’ and left.

I don’t know why I decided to go again. I guess it wanted to see how it could be they were still open. Kind glad I did, though, because I quickly realized the mistake I made the first time. The first floor bar area had a few more people in it this time, but no dancers at all. I almost turned around and walked out, but at that moment one of the customers got up and walked up some stairs on the left hand side of the room that I had somehow missed altogether the first time I’d come. I followed him upstairs and lo and behold, strippers! plural! And bartenders and customers to boot. In fact the seats around the rectangular bar/stage were almost all already taken. It’s a very small room, so I had to kind of squeeze my way into one of the only open seats in the rear corner. The set up was a typical dollar parade. Most of the girls were decent looking. A variety of types. No real standouts. Some of them would leave the stage and writhe close up on the bar next to the customers, which is always nice. The tightness of the space made it feel a little sexier than the averag NJ go go club.

The place definitely had a “local” vibe, though. Many of the girls who were on the stage seemed to be just hanging out, eating dinner, checking phones. Of the ones who were actively engaging with customers, I got a definite sense that many were regulars. And I guess it pays to be a regular, because the guy sitting next to me, after a few minutes of chitchat with a dancer who came to sit on his lap and clearly knew him, proceeded to unbuckle his belt, the dancer straddled him with her back towards him, and then he started fucking her in the barstool. They were, as much as one could be in that setup, fairly discreet about it. I would guess that anyone sitting across the room would have thought she was just giving him a lap dance, but it was harder to miss it when it’s happening right next to you. I tried to turn away from the action, but the room is surrounded by mirrors, so that didn’t help much. The gentleman was obviously enjoying himself, and, y’know, kudos to him. But it was definitely giving me “extra on the set” vibes. Maybe if I lived in the area I, too, could aspire to such familiar treatment. Alas, I don’t, and it just kinda killed my buzz.