A trip back to space

So when they first opened 2001 Odyssey back in the days when Playboy magazine, Mungo Jerry, and polyester were a thing, I'm sure the owners were envisioning the strip club of the future. Cue the future, in this case 2020, and 2001 Odyssey is a small, dark (with strategic neon where necessary) and quaint reminder of what strip clubs used to look like, unfortunately with the prices of tomorrow. Forever compared with the more famous Mons Venus across the street, it is indeed possible to have a good time here, as long as you have deep pockets and even deeper discipline / will power / resistance to beauty and sexy voices offering up the "champagne room" (a technical impossibility since this is a nude club, which means no liquor but free "drinks" in what looks like a spaceship tacked onto the building.

THE SHORT SUMMARY - Much as I was tempted with spending $470 for 30 minutes with pretty girls in champagne rooms, I politely declined, and wound up with a set of full or nearly-full contact laps with three different and nude pretty girls (dances $20-30 each depending on the girl, and the songs are full length) , as well as brief encounters with a variety of blondes, brunettes, caucasians and AAs, plus one pretty Asian-looking girl. Some had more ink than others (one, Chelsea, was almost entirely covered, a goth's wet dream).

LONG SUMMARY - You walk in through this metal hallway and through a heavy door - almost like entering a sterile bank vault. The girl in the booth at the left past the heavy door was as friendly as one could get while asking for $25 and giving you a yellow wristband to enter. That wristband would get me a free coke or water and allow me to not have to pay $5 or $10 (not sure what it costs) tribute every time you enter the VIP room with your date of the minute. Given Mons Venus has a somewhat similar cover charge, I guess that seems to be the norm around here.