Masked Pretties

The beginning of my mission of mongering in Atlanta began at the Pink Pony on a Sunday evening. I reunited with doctorevil and we both arrived at the club around 8:30PM in the evening. When you approach the entrance, the bouncer will ask for a $3 parking fee, take your temperature with an infrared thermometer, and proceed to pat you down. Or if you’re a babyface girl like myself, he’ll check your ID and purse before allowing entry. If you’re not already wearing a mask, he’ll ask you to put one on to go in (but you can immediately take it off once you’re on the main floor). Going inside, the cover charge was $10 per person, so we paid the total cover and made our way inside of the showbar.

We made it right on time for shift change, because there were a number of dancers and staff coming and going. The majority of the other customers sat at 2 out of the 3 bars that are spread around the room while some custies distanced themselves from the masses and sat at a far off booth with their select dancer. Because this was close to shift change, there wasn’t a waitress working the floor to take our drink and food orders at our table, so after about a 10 minute wait, we got our drinks from going to the bar and taking them back to the table. There probably wasn’t a waitress on shift for an additional 30 minutes (start of night shift), so if you come in around this time and can’t wait to drink, just go straight to the bar.

There was a decent number of girls and quite a bit of diversity amongst them. This is one of the mixed clubs in Atlanta, so there isn’t really a set ‘look’ they’re going for with their dancers. There were a handful of skinny and fit girls, some curvy girls, a good number of modified (tattooed/pierced/surgically enhanced) girls, and a small percentage of older dancers. There were probably around 15 dancers when we first came in, but more came into work the longer we stayed. There was a 50/30/20 split with the Caucasian girls, the Cubanas, and the AA girls. On my scale, they all ranged between 5 - 7s. I’m pretty sure I saw a pregnant dancer or two while we hung out - either that or they were terribly bloated. All of the girls had to wear a mask dancing stage, and half of them kept it on wandering the floor or doing floor dances.