After the Fireworks comes the Real Fireworks

First Saturday of the month so I thought it might be a night when a good variety of booty would be in the house looking for that bill money. This is a small club in the 'hood that serves alcohol because it's "technically" topless. Small parking lot behind it and in front of it as well as a large lot across the street serve the patrons and employees alike.

Usual half-hearted frisk by the bored door guy gets me in with a, "What's up, man?" They just want to make sure you're not packing any obvious weapons. During the day there's no pat down and no cover on weekdays. It's before 9 so I pay $5 and wander in. The cash register is on the right, and behind him is the D.J., and next to him are 3 curtained booths that are about the size of a postage stamp but some people really love them.

Moving forward to the right is the bar which was moderately filled with patrons and girls. To the left is a curtained area of booths up 3 steps. These booths are more roomy. There's benches in front of them that face the stage and a kind of opaque curtain separating them from the dance area. If you are sitting on the bench you can tell what's going on back there. Sometimes it's real intense and sounds of satisfaction can be heard vaguely underneath the volume of the music. Most folk understand this is a club where there can be extreme high mileage and that's why people come.