Have been on strip club hiatus for a few years now but had a little time to kill before a business meeting in Madison (just a stone's throw from Brooklyn). Sooooo I began thinking about the old days and decided to pop into Roxy's for a minute. I would have much rather stepped into PT's Brooklyn, but they'd already been closed for a while at that time. I'm still morning the loss. So across the street to Roxy's I went. Only 2 dancers and 2 customers that I could see. But coulda been any number of people as dark as they keep it in there. Went to the bar and got a beer. I think I recognized the bartender from back in the day. Was more attracted to her than the dancers on duty. One finally got on stage for what you might call a dance. Her expression made it clear that she did not want to be there at all. Now it dawned on me that I couldn't agree with her more. I set whatever was left of that beer down on the bar as I headed for the door.
I guess it just turned out to be a trip thru nostalgia land. Cuz when I stepped out into daylight, I stopped, turned to my left and gazed at what used to be the entrance to PT's Brooklyn Showclub. Man, I sure miss that place. Used to stop in there in the afternoon just to see if "SHE" was there. My all time fav.
Now, I'm no longer a young man and whenever I stop into a club, I have to admitt my first thought is if there might be a more mature dancer to spend a little time with. And one glorious day, there she was. I was instantly ruined. 5'2" of curly auburn erotic classiness. No boob job. Not tatted up. No 7" platform shoes. No over the top attire with all her stuff on display. Just a somewhat tight, low cut dress and simple patent leather 4" pumps. God, I hoped she wasn't the house mom.
I finally got a chance to spend a little time with her. She went by the stage name Brandy. And I found out that she was an unbelievable 50yrs old with a coke bottle figure and a bottom that I've since seemed to compare ALL others to. She was amazing.
I always think of her when I drive by any club and find myself absentmindedly looking for her whenever I step inside one.
