One of the first post-covid lap dances

I stopped at Déjà Vu on a road trip because congestion was building up on the highway. Not to mention I hadn't hit a strip club since January. The curiosity of a masked dance intrigued me (and I'm sure somewhere there's a dude with a fetish for that!).

The club had only been open for a week, and it was obvious that the management was still working on new policies and procedures with the staff. That said, I got a temperature scan at the door when they scanned my ID, and mask-wearing was enforced. I felt like my wife would probably appreciate that.

It was about 4pm on a Friday. That combined with Covid meant a very empty place. Two dancers, two customers, and I was guy number three.