Do Me, Then Leave

The parking area is gravel: uneven, full of holes, which are often full of water. The area itself is sketchy, but if you choose to come to a place like Washington Park and a club like Dollies, then you know that about it.

The decor of the club is trash, and not well-kept trash. Strictly utilitarian, and barely serviceable in ways. No one would come here with a friend to show the place off or to favorably impress the friend. As for the layout, it is a single stage at the far end of the building from the entrance, and a small bar to the right of the entrance, and three booths for private dances to the left of the entrance. In between those spaces is the "main area," featuring several little tables with a couple of uncomfortable chairs at each of them.

The dancers are not generally pretty, but are very friendly. They are easy to talk to, and fun-natured. They are also mostly very open about what they will do, and what they will do is often everything.

One dancer was on the stage when I entered on Saturday afternoon, and she looked slightly better than the other few dancers I could see milling about the club. I sat at the stage and gave several dollars (perhaps 8 or 9 singles) in tips to the dancer. She beamed, as if more than a single dollar at the stage was remarkable. She got close, and made all the parts of her body as visible as the dim lighting allowed. She expressed an interest in doing everything in one of the private-dance stalls, and for only as much as a few dances at many clubs. This was going to be a very quick visit, I supposed...

When she got off the stage, we went to the bar before going to the private-dance stall. She took a face-time video call from some dude I assumed was her boyfriend. That was weird. She was telling him that she was about to take some guy (me) for a private. I have to assume the dude was aware what her private activities were...