My humiliation.

I was near Jacksonville for a couple of days and decided to visit the Doll House and Sinsations on a Saturday afternoon. The Doll House was first. I walked in a little after 2pm and after my eyes adjusted to the dark room, I made my way over to the juice bar (no booze served) and ordered a soda. The pop and cover together were just $10. I then found a seat at one of the tables placed between the stage and the back wall (the wall nearest the street). I won't bother to describe the club in any detail because it hasn't changed a bit since it was built to replace the old Doll House on Atlantic Ave. The only real change is that the Doll House has recently increased the price of their VIP dances from $25 to $30.

I have often visited both the old location and the new with varying degrees of entertainment. I have visited here a few times over the past two years and the vibe has been pretty dead, even pre-panicdemic it felt slow and less fun than years past. It was a little better this visit. I spoke to a few of the 7 or 8 dancers present and invited one young dancer with a pretty hot bod to sit with me. We had a conversation that I am certain would have been interesting if I had heard even half of what she was saying, but the DJ had the tunes up to Saturn 5 launch noise levels and I could make out maybe one word in 5 of what she said. Realizing the futility of continued conversation, this young, well shaped, brunette got up and leaned over to speak directly in my ear, saying clearly that while songs were $30 each, she could provide a blow job for $100 total inclusive of the songs, if I were interested. We promptly moved to the VIP booths.

Don't tell anyone, but - - well, this is embarrassing - - you see - - - OK, this is how it went. We got to a booth, and she pulled out a condom and started her lecture on how everything had to be covered because (it took a few minutes, she has a list), then she added that her fiancee knew she did covered BJs only and nothing else (plus a few more lines of meaningless talk) I started to wish the music level in the VIP booth was as high as out in the club. By then the song that had been playing when we entered the booth was ending and she turned on the "in use" light.