Visiting with three women meant no attention from dancers.

This is an OK club with a few talented dancers, but nothing special. We saw around a dozen dancers there but they were mostly heading out the back door for a smoke. I have to admit, we did enjoy the smoke-free air in the club.

So my wife and I were driving two of her girlfriends to IAH and had some time to kill. One of the girls had never been to a club and they wanted to treat me for my birthday. Sounded great to me! The Mile High Club seemed a natural place to go because it was so near the airport.

With three women at the table, none of the dancers approached us. Of course, all the girls at my table could talk about was whether the dancers on stage were any good. Two of the dancers were really excellent (athletic) on the pole. My wife's friends decided they wanted "Cove Girl" (the large tattoo on her ass said that--one check said "COVE" and the other said "GIRL") to give me a lap dance. Before she could approach her though she and the other high-flying pole dancer started to practice on the stage near the back of the room where we were sitting. We enjoyed watching the practice session for about 30 minutes. It was getting close to time to leave so they finally asked Cove Girl to give me a dance. She escorted me to the lap dance area (a back corner with a large open floor surrounded by bench seats) and gave me a fairly tame lap dance. Again, having my wife watching probably didn't help the quality of the lap dance at all. Then things got funny--my wife and her friends started club-dancing in the open area. It wasn't long before the bouncer told them, "Y'all can't be back here" so they had to stop.