No Sweetness at the Candy Store

Was staying at a hotel nearby on a road trip from Florida to Texas. Stopped in around 10pm on a Friday. About 8-10 dancers ranging from 4s-8s (maybe 2 8s in the bunch). There was about 20 patrons when I came in.

The size of the space was great. Main “T” stage as soon as you walk-in with tip rails. Plenty of seating for customers. They have a side room called the “Man Cave” with TVs for sports (preaseason football tonight). “Man Cave” included a couple pool tables and a vending machine for cigarettes. Attached to the “Man Cave” is the private dance area. Dancers all wear pasties under their outfits.

Cover was $5. Beer was $4. Waitresses were not great to look at, kinda slow, and kinda pushy. I may just gotten a bad one in Dawn, but she was a pain all night. I had never been here before so when the first dancer, Nicki, came up to me, I invited her to sit in order to understand the rules of the club. In order for the girls to sit and talk with you, you have to pay for a “courtesy cocktail” ($30; $15 goes to the house and $15 goes to the dancer). I have never heard of this before and Dawn was like a hawk when it came to the courtesy cocktails. Nicki was great, however. Young southern pawg with a great lower half, great conversationalist, and friendly energy. Maybe not the sexy energy I was look for, but great for getting intel on the club.