GPS

Arrived at 9p. Got a temp check, and an ID scan, and an $11 cover charge. Headed into the club and walked down to the bar, passed the pool tables and stages. No one was dancing at this point, but later counted 7 dancers.

I went to bar to watch ball games and UFC, and grab a beer. The “big one” (equivalent to a regular size Dixie cup) was $8. A pot head, red headed dancer with the side of her head shaved joined me at the bar. She was pretty enough and somewhat handsy at the bar. When she was called on stage, I tipped her about $30 in $1s. Great set of C’s. Decided to take her to the back. Did a half hour because I hate the nickel-and-diming of single dances. Cost me $175. We go to the very back and she takes her top off immediately.

As we enter song 2, I ask if she had a menu of services and she said “yes! You tip me and I dance on you. The more you tip, the more I dance on you.” I told her she wasn’t being clear, and she said “tip me and you’ll see.” I told her I wasn’t into games and actually told her I was done. She asked where her tip was and I kindly told her to tell the bouncer we only did 2 songs and to give her the overage as her tip. This place has lost its fucking mind. GPS in Huntsville is beyond ridiculous.