lawless after hours

The trifecta of Saturday in Dallas ended at Club XTC. We went after Baby Doll’s closed at 2 am, and I was warned that I may feel “out of place.” We tried to park in the gridlock of their parking lot for quite a while, then went all the way around the freeway exit block due to the one way access road. We paid $20 to park at the neighboring building to the south, then got in the long slow moving line to get in. Slow bc they wand and pat down everyone going in.

Once inside, it was standing room only, and standing anywhere and not being in the way. "Smokers" everywhere. You get passed by men and women in clothes who are out clubbing Saturday night, then a nude or almost nude woman. I get the idea that it is up to the dancers how much they want to take off. Eventually staff come along and waves a bright flashlight in everyone’s face that you can’t just stand there.

On the second floor, the middle is open: a 2-story atrium. We ended up walking through a corner with lap dances going on. Way too open, and everyone in very close vicinity, even touching your neighbors. The roped off VIP areas lining the whole outside had a lot of action in them, but that did us no good.

This was still with my male friend G and his scantily-clad girlfriend J. J had to pee. After standing in a line spilling far out of a women’s restroom and not moving for a while, we all went in a men’s room. J went in a stall, and immediately a guy came up to G and offered him money- thinking he is her pimp.

We continued on, then stopped on the second story behind the stage to watch a woman who had climbed the floor-to-ceiling stripper pole, and was out in the lights scaffolding swinging around, possibly nude, or maybe in a tiny thong. I was kinda unaware of what happened next until we pieced it together later. A serious dirtbag looking guy had rented the VIP area we had stopped in front of, and in there with all his girls- a real pimp. Not wanting competition around, he not-so-graciously told G to keep the fuck walking. He started walking away with J following, then the pimp pushed J from behind and threatened to kick her ass, and she got right back in his face. It took G a half-second to realize J got held up and came charging back, in unison with the pimp’s buddy pulling him back in to their ropes. I had been trying to figure out the thong or no thong question, and turned just in time to be very confused.