Great dance, weird rules.

I had about an hour and a half to kill before my flight out of Denver so I decided to check out the local strip club scene. The first place I went to (closest to my hotel) was open but zero cars in the parking lot so I made the 20 minute drive over to Shotgun Willie's. When I pulled in I saw that some of the girls were doing a carwash for charity and of course they were wearing white t-shirts so I figured this would be worth a shot. I paid $3 for the cover charge and went in. The layout is different but not in a bad way. There are about 10-12 little stages scattered throughout where girls can dance and there are chairs circled around each stage and small tables with chairs here and there. Since it was 3 PM on a Sunday there was only one girl dancing at a stage. While I was there I say Toy, Frankie, Jasmine, and Dior dance on stage but there a few girls just walking around. All 4 girls danced to 3 songs each, and all were pretty good. Jasmine even stuck some matches on her nipples, lit them on fire, and had a girl blow them out (she was there celebrating her birthday). After Dior finished her set she came up to me and we started talking. Very friendly and so I asked her for a dance. She told me its $30 per song out in the open booths, or $40 per song in a semi-private room (closed door but the room has a window). The room has dinette style booth seating against one wall and halfway along sidewalls, and then a small table with 2 chairs plus a small ottoman. They don't accept credit card for payment so I pulled some money out of the ATM ($6.50 fee!!) and away we went. As a pro would, Dior waited until the current song was over before she started to dance. Now this is where things are different in Colorado. Apparently it's considered prostitution if the dancer doesn't have one foot on a "stage" as she's topless or nude and touches someone, or something like that. So Dior had to be on a makeshift stage that was more like a step. As she was dancing I was letting my hands roam and I touched her butt which apparently is a huge no-no because next thing I know this old guy, who could be a real life caricature of Shotgun Willie comes in and yells at Dior, "HEY!! THE RULES ARE THE SAME IN HERE AS THEY ARE OUT THERE! NO HANDS ON TITS OR ASS! ME, THE BOUNCER, AND THE DJ WILL BE WATCHING!!!) Obviously that kinda killed the mood but Dior was very apologetic and sweet during the rest of the dance. To avoid more yelling I just kept my hands to the side but was still able to enjoy myself. Knowing what I know now I would still go back. Dior charged me for 2 songs even though I think she danced for 3 so I left her a $20 tip and headed for the airport.