My Blood Runs Cold

Worcester, MA. Wednesday night after midnight. Commercial strip all kind of auto stuff along this street. Shitty gravel parking lot but enough space to find a spot. Walk in, very dark. I guy in a baseball hat taps me on the shoulder, he's the door guy, $20 cover. Layout this spot is really to small. Size of matchbox. The vibe really sucks too. It's just too much going, everybody's moving the fuck around, everybody's loud, this is not a laid back, chill, place to relax spot at all. One runway stage with seating around and couches behind that. Bar on right. Bathrooms on back wall. VIP/Dance area on left. I was quoted $60 house fee and $200 for 15 minute VIP. Mileage wise in there, free for all level at least that's what they were attempting to sell me. Lap dances $30. Crowd mostly hispanic/black customers with some white guys in there.

Dancers looked like mostly latina/white and some black. Maybe 10 girls working. Most girls maybe around 30 or so. I thought there were a two or three good looking girls in there, the rest just ok. Nothing spectacular. But for a mileage spot I thought it was pretty good. I thought the hottest girl in the club, she was either white or latina, brunette, and kinda had a pronounced nose (didn't take away from her hotness) Well she chased one customer out the door yelling at him and then told the bouncer and pointed. I couldn't hear what they were saying over this loud ass music but I guess he kept the money and ran, all Steve Miller style. Then the bouncers ran out of the club to chase after him. Man it's a fucking wednesday night I feel like just chilling focusing on the girls, I don't need all the drama bullshit. If this is what worcester clubs are like, I get why a lot of guys just go to Providence. I mean compare this to Foxy Lady, it's like night and day comfort wise. Here it's too many fucking customers for this little spot, could of used more dancers for how many customers there were, to fucking loud, loud people, loud music, nobody sits down everybody walking the fuck everywhere, you need a warehouse type club with this crew you got in here to contain the craziness. This shit is busting at the seams. I had to get the hell out. I might give it another shot but much earlier, never this late again. I headed over to Lamplighter down the street, but they closed early before I could get in. Believe it or not that looked like even smaller spot.

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