Weekend in Daytona part two

Having checked out another club in the area Friday night, I decided to hit Molly Browns on Saturday night. It was less than a ten minute drive from my crummy motel room. There apparently is streetside parking available in front of the club, but it was all taken. I drove to the back parking lot, was charged ten dollars for all night parking, and given a stub to put on my dashboard. It isn't the clubs parking lot, but serves the entire area. There were a lot of people walking around when I went in at about ten PM, the area felt totally safe. Given that the club is only a few blocks from the beach, I guess the city makes sure it stays safe to keep the tourism booming.

As previously mentioned, the entrance looks like an old theater entrance, there is a small foyer where they check your ID and collect the twenty dollar entry fee. Steep, but I paid it without blinking and went on in. I was expecting a bit of a dive, but the club is actually very nice inside. The bar is along the back wall with restrooms to the left of the bar, the main stage runs down the middle of the room, and private dance areas are to the far side of the stage from the entrance. It was a little bit slow when I got there. I wasn't drinking as usual, so I cannot tell you drink prices, I ordered a red bull at four or five dollars, and while I was standing there a voice beside asked if she could join me. Normally I find it irritating to be pounced on as soon as I get to a club, but when I turned around and looked at her I told her yes. Fairly tall, fit, pretty, and as it turned out she was enjoyable to talk to. We found an open table in the far side of the stage and sat down.

I had heard that the clubs in Daytona Beach were bikini clubs, and after watching the stage rotation for a little while and not seeing any girls get topless, I asked the girl sitting with me if it was a bikini club. She said that in the main room they had to leave their tops on because it was considered public, but in the couch rooms and VIP the tops could come off because it was considered private. Ok, so they're splitting hairs in the town council meetings. I asked her about the private dance cost, and she said there were three options, first was in a semi divided bench seating area for twenty dollars per song, second was a more comfortable love seat set up with a touch more privacy at thirty dollars per dance, and then upstairs was the VIP, somewhat private with comfortable seating, you can't see the person in the next booth, but the DJ could possible see you. This was 170 for fifteen minutes and I think 300 for half an hour. After getting sidetracked in conversation for a bit, we went to the first area. It was a one time five dollar entry to the dance area, and the girl is supposed to check in with the dance room door man after every song, but my girl didn't and he didn't bother us until after four songs. The dances were a good grind with hands allowed up top, she had some nice natural handfuls. We headed back to the main room after the door man interrupted us, took a seat, and she wandered off for a bit while I checked out some other girls on stage. There weren't many working, most of them looked pretty good, but none as good as the girl I started out with. About five or six white girls, one or two black girls, I didn't see any asian or latinas. All were fairly fit. After a bit my girl rejoined me, and when she asked if I wanted more dances I told her I would do the fifteen minute VIP, which is located upstairs. The upstairs has a railing along the front, but the couches are set back far enough from the railing and it is dark enough so that I doubt anyone downstairs would be able to perv on your fun. It definitely was more comfy, the dances were better than the twenty dollar room, and nobody bothered us while we were up there. I did not get a chance to check out the thirty dollar per dance room while I was there, but heard later that it might actually be the best for rule breaking. After the VIP, I called it an early night as I had to drive back home the next day and headed back to the crummy motel room.