Come for the ghosts and the $2 pickles
Got there at about 9:30, parked in the gravel parking lot. The club is in the basement of the old school. Got a quick pat down. No license scan. The club is clean and in good repair, but very very basic. The men's room has no toilet, one urinal, a sink, and the walls are painted particle board. They have 3 nice pool tables and slots. The (empty) stage was long, floor level, with multiple pools. The furniture looks like it could have come from the bankruptcy auctions of other bars and restaurants. The (hot) bartender was still setting up, but paused to get me a $3 beer (can). I was the first customer. She told me the dancers keep both their tops and bottoms on when on stage, but they could do "anything" in VIP. We talked a bit, she informed me the club was haunted. She said she had once clearly heard a man's voice behind her, but there was no one there. She said she was high as hell when this happened. But that she was high as hell a lot, and didn't always hear voices, thus real ghost. There was a sign over the bar that said "pickles $2". I asked if they sold a lot of pickles. She said only two in the several years she had worked there. I suggest that if she told customers the dancers did naughty things with the pickles before they sold them, they might sell more. She laughed politely like ha-ha-ha-that-was-creepy-ha-ha.
By 11 there were 4 dancers in the club, only one that I found appealing. Three practiced on the poles for a bit. They came over and said hello, said they were going outside for a while, but would be back. After a bit, they came back in and sat down. I walked over and asked if they were dancers or just there for pole class. They didn't laugh. If they hire a stand up comedian for between songs, clearly I'm not getting the job. I asked Saturn for one %20 song in VIP. She was in good shape, white, brunette, medium height/build, very short hair, lots of piercings and a few tattoos. She put my hands on her boobs but declined to take her top off. The couch was way too soft. Not sure why, but I decided to get 15 minutes for $75. We were told to go to a different part of VIP. This couch was way too hard. (In case you're wondering, no, I don't have curly blond hair. But perhaps, if you get a 30 minute dance, the couch is just right.) She asked if I just wanted to talk, and I said no, wanted a dance. She straddled me for bit, but got tired, so just sat cuddled up next to me. She was pleasant and interesting to talk to. Would have been a great sexual experience if I were still in the 7th grade. We were told time was up. No additional dancers were on the floor, so I called it a night (around 11:45).
A screen over the bar says you can't take out your phone in the club, so I guess you are supposed to wear a watch to know what time it is.
