Taking a Break from Traffic

Interstate Traffic through Indiana was horrible. Construction, rush hour, and God knows what else. I heard the Toll Road was down to a single lane and decided to hop off and check out a couple of clubs that should have been open on a Friday afternoon. Although I saw cars in the lot at Honey's I drove a quarter mile east to arrive at Polekatz NWI around 4 p.m. No cover at this time of day and there were about 6 dancers circulating between the dressing room,the bar and the stage. There was prolly about 7 or 8 of us sitting at the bar and 3 or 4 customer sitting at tables near the stage, IDK because I didn't ask.

The DANCERS

The few that did interact with the customers were mainly Latina and a smoking blond. ( ain't saying that she was a 10, but she made her way over to me to borrow my lighter.) She called herself JADE, when I got up off my ass to tip her stage side. She was occupied by a couple of customers at the bar, when she returned from the stage and her obligatory dressing room incubation. I tipped a couple of Latinas at the stage, and decided to take ROSA back for a couple of dances at $15 each. No bouncers were present this early in the day, the Manger had decided to leave early and the only "patrol boy" on duty was the DJ who can peer down into the private dance area from his elevated DJ perch. He appeared to be more interested in the next song set, than a reluctant dancer who didn't want me to manually explore the goods. First off, I am not enthralled with Topless Dances and offered pastie-covered tits. Then to be told that you are "squeezin' too hard." (Bye-Bye Woodie)