A fun Friday afternoon at Henry VIII

In all of my years of mongering, I had never made it to the famed clubs of the Detroit airport area. Fortunately, on this particular trip, I had the opportunity to stop by. Ahead of time, I was sort of torn about which of the 4-5 clubs I should hit as I only had limited time. I had made prior contact with a dancer at Henry VIII and one at the Landing Strip and although both dancers went "silent" on communication as the time of my trip arrived, I ultimately decided upon Henry VIII since it seemed as though the price point might be a bit lower for the fun available).

I arrived at about 5:30 pm and the parking lot had probably 15 cars in it. The cover was 5 dollars and I was given a "ticket". I wasn't sure what that ticket was for so I went to the bar. The bar tender said that the ticket itself wasn't wasn't needed for anything and I got a water that was $10. Don't know the prices of other drinks. The physical layout has been described many times in the past with the two stages, both with poles, chairs around both stages as well as tables and chairs scattered about the room. The bathroom was acceptably clean in which to pee and there was no attendant. As I sat done there were probably a dozen women around the room. Several were with customers and there was a dancer on each of the stages. The songs seems full length and the stage dancers most frequently got topless. It seemed that some of the girls did two song sets and some did three. There was no tip parade to speak of that I could see (a bit more about that later).

I had just sat down with my water at a table a bit away from the stage that is nearest the private booths in the back right. An attractive, busty tattooed brown-haired girl came up and asked if I would take her back for a dance. I told her that I had just arrived and was getting settled in. Interestingly, she asked again for me to take her into the back stating that they were about to call her up on stage and that she didn't really want to go. That being on stage was frightening for her and that she's rather just do dances in the back. She told me that if after we got into the back, I didn't want a dance from her, that would be okay, too. She just didn't want to go through her stage rotation! So, being a "good guy" and all, I took her back. It's $10 for an wrist band to get back into the booths that is a one-time charge for as long as you are in the club. It does not seem as though there was any sort of song count going on (but I could be wrong about that).