Good advice about post Covid recovery on Sunday

Went to OSC and LaPearl on a Sunday afternoon in mid-July. arrived about 4:50 pm because I had read that Fridays and Sundays are the best days in the recovery from the Covid shut-down. Walked in and there were three or four girls standing around downstairs. One -- whose name begins with a "C" was standing in front of the picture window looking out. After I took a seat at the bar (more than halfway down) she turned around, saw me, walked over and asked, "Are you dancing?" My answer, "Yes, if you are in the mood to ENTERTAIN me." She immediately moved some chairs around, slid in between the one in front of me and my legs, put her fingers through her open-weave black knit skirt, then slipped two fingers into the waistband of her micro-bikini, and pushed the fabric down below her knees. Eight songs later ($10 each she announced after I told her to stop), I had thoroughly enjoyed a 35 to 40 minute reintroduction to the best lap dance club in West Philly. (I had planned on giving her $60, but she insisted on $80 because "we have been dirty dancing." Not exactly like the Hollywood movie, but close.)

After C, I went upstairs to see what was happening on or around the stage. Things were a bit quiet up there, but more women were starting to arrive after 5:30.. Not all the ladies were as uninhibited as C, but they were worth the $5 going rate per dance. There was a mixture of young and somewhat inexperienced dancers, versus older but not really "mature" dancers who "knew how to please.". A variety of sizes, shapes and complexions. Some were better dancers than others but not one was a "loser".

Came back downstairs after a while because I had seen a few girls come in, climb to the second-floor dressing room, and then once dressed for action go back downstairs. Saw one woman near the downstairs jukebox giving a quiet but energetic dance to one of the brothers. I paid a little bit of attention to her but moved on down the bar, and then walked back upstairs. About 15 minutes later this dancer near the juke came upstairs and said, "I saw you watching me. Would you like me to do for you what I did for him?" I wasn't sure what she was "doing" downstairs, but I said "Yes". She backed up to me while I was sitting on the long bench and proceeded to give me a very nice grind. After one song I suggested we go over to one of the stools at the bar, where she could take advantage of the fact that I was wearing shorts. (It was 88 degrees outside.) She followed me over to the stool, turned around, and immediately dropped her thong to her ankles. Then she backed into my lap and rubbed my thighs with her thighs. (She was wearing a VERY SHORT skirt.) My hands were invited to roam. Nice smooth flesh with plenty of coconut oil.