No to Pole Katz

This was one of the strangest experiences (not in a good way) ever at a strip club and I have seen a fair share. Like everyone else, $5 valet, $10 to get in, so far OK. As soon as I step through the door I am met by a big, big man who says he will take me to my seat. We go straight up some stairs and I am seated at the first table. There are maybe five people setting downstairs and one or two upstairs. The waitress came right over and she was cute as could be so I thought this place had some potential. She brought me a drink and I asked her how things worked here. She was just about to answer, but then said, you are in the VIP area and I think (some guy's name) is bringing someone up to meet you. Almost immediately here is the big, big guy again with a gal named Paige. I will admit Paige was very pretty and had some huge knockers, but about two minutes of conversation was all I needed to know I had no interest in talking to her anymore. I could barely see the stage, but one after another really cute young gal took the stage, but I was stuck with Miss Knockers upstairs. If I said I wanted to watch the stage she said, "Why you have the best gal in the place here with you?"

She proceeded to tell me she was a private-room specialist and started throwing out numbers of $300, $600, $1,000, $2,000 etc. She kept telling me I needed to see the rooms. During the conversation she said she had four kids, the oldest was 10; her knockers, ass and much of the rest of her were compliments of a great plastic surgeon in Las Vegas. Although she said she could get naked in the private-room, she indicated not much else would happen that couldn't happen out in the floor area.

I went and looked at the rooms and wasn't that impressed. After about 15 minutes I was about to pull a fire alarm or something to get away. After about 45 minutes she got called to the stage. It was my chance to escape and I took it.

I now know why I don't like the valet system because I was stuck standing waiting for the guy to bring my car which was about 15 feet away. Just as I was getting in Mr. big, big guy comes to door and said he hoped I had a good time and that I should come back. Nope and nope.

What is sad, I was hoping to have a little fun, drink a few beers and maybe chat up a couple gals and maybe get some dances. Thankfully, Paige only cost me one glass of wine, so including the valet and cover charge I was out for under $50.