Dead on Sunday Afternoon

Popped in on a Sunday afternoon. Was charged $11 entrance, soft drink included in the price. Temperature taken at entrance. I walked right into the row of chairs across from the bar, because my eyes had bot adjusted to the extremely dim lighting, even by strip club standards. No one was dancing on stage.

After finding a seat in the seemingly empty club, a slender white dancer pounced on me, got straight to the point: there’s only two girls there, do I want a dance from her? She certainly wasn’t unattractive, at least not in the extremely forgiving lighting situation, but she wasn’t really doing it for me, so I declined. Didn’t see another soul for maybe two songs, and then another skinny white dancer pounced on me, less my type than the first.

“Wanna dance?”