Probably my last visit … ever!

The management, clientele, and dancers are predominantly African-American. I’m not passing judgement just stating a fact. This place may or may not be your cup of tea. On this Friday midnight visit the parking lot (which is in front of the club in direct view of busy Route 40) was packed. I estimate there were 15-20 cars with one or two parked on the grass in front of the abandoned motel adjacent to the club. There was some “activity” in the parking lot that seemed sketchy but I kept at a distance. Two or three times a car would pull into the lot. After a brief conversation the car would soon pull out. My impression is they were drug transactions. Upon entering the surprisingly well-lit club I was informed without a greeting there was a $10 cover charge. No metal detectors or pat down by the bouncer. After paying I took a seat at the bar and a rather plain-looking barmaid asked if I wanted anything to drink. I ordered a cranberry juice (which was basically a plastic cup filled with ice and a splash of juice). It appears the club has done away with the two drink minimum. Although the lot was full there were several empty seats at the bar and the room wasn’t cramped. It was less busy inside than the parking lot would lead you to believe. The rectangular stage is entirely enclosed by the bar. The numerous big screen TVs on the walls were showing basketball and baseball games. The sound system was a bit muddled so it was difficult to hear the DJ announce the dancer’s names. During the 30-45 minutes that I was there only one dancer, a White girl from Latvia whose name I think was Sofia or Sonja (her English was poor and she was tough to understand), approached me. I’d rate her a 6 at best. (Her face was kinda cute, natural big tits, a tad on the chubby side.) She asked me to buy her a drink (I couldn’t understand what she said to the barmaid) but it ended up being a shot and mixed drink for $15. I tipped her a couple of bucks and after I refused to buy a second drink she scrammed in search of another pigeon. One dancer whose name I did catch was Jade. She was thick with large tits, a back covered with tattoos, and a shaved head. I’d rate her slightly better looking than the Latvian mooch. Perhaps the reason why the club was so well-lit that night is because this and another girl were being filmed by an employee using professional-looking equipment with strong floodlights. I don’t know if it was for a promotion for the club or future content for OnlyFans. He was following her around on stage taking some extreme close-ups. And, I don’t know if it was staged or not, but several of the girls were showered with fistfuls of dollars thrown over them. One girl easily had $50-$75 rain upon her. The attire most of the women wore was rather conservative even for a bikini bar. No one pushed the limits and offered an ever so brief flash. Across the bar from me was a very attractive White girl in a tight white top who never left her barstool. She was the hottest girl in the joint. I don’t know if she was a guy’s date or a dancer. Most of the girls seem to plant themselves with one customer and none circulated for tips. The couch dance room was quite active with African American girls coming and going so quickly that it was hard to keep track of how many girls were working that night. I would estimate the total at no less than ten. I can’t comment on whether there was any “funny business” going on in the back, but from past experience can say it was common here. One Amazon particularly caught my eye. She never made it to the stage so I never learned her name but she was unmistakable. Wearing extremely high platform shoes she easily stood 6’5” if not more. She and the rest of the Black dancers I’d put in the 5-7 range. None that I saw were either overtly ugly or stunningly attractive. And there wasn’t a single fatty among the lot or any that I would say were over the hill. Despite the club advertising “top shelf” women none fit the bill nor were there dogs either. Several customers and employees were eating at the bar but I had the impression the club doesn’t have a kitchen. Apparently it was take out. I didn’t see a menu nor did I see a price list for couch dances. To the right of the stage there is a candy machine, DJ booth, and an open area which led to an outdoor deck. Once there was a pool table in that open space. I saw a leashed dog prowling around the deck. I didn’t ask if it was for smokers or for employees to catch a breath of fresh air. The bathroom was dirty and had the looks of being a broom closet with a toilet and sink. Overall, I had the impression that if you weren’t a regular of this “new” establishment you really weren’t welcome there. It was my hangout for many years throughout its various name changes (Woods East, Sensations, and Pole Position) and levels of dress (bikini, topless, and nude). Choice in strip clubs around Mays Landing vanished long ago with the closures or rebranding of The Wiggler, Volcanic Eruptions, The Hott Spot, Les Gals, Platinum Playground, and The Joker Lounge. I might have missed one or two from days gone by. Side hustles might help this club thrive but I don’t feel comfortable here. I’m in search of greener pastures (pardon the pot reference) and putting a final nail in this coffin.