Clip-Joint

This place is a clip-joint now.

First, the description: gravel parking lot, with holes that turn into little ponds if it rains; two levels inside, but no indication that the upper level is ever used; bar with about 10 fixed stools to the right of the entrance; two small stages, never used; two small private rooms with a couch in each.

Cover plus soft drink equals $9. Dancer drinks (shots) are $10 or higher, if it's something better than bottom-shelf. Trip to private room is 25 to the house, and probably a couple hundred to the dancer.

The few dancers they have are not very pretty, but one was very flirty and persuasive, promising the moon and stars if I would take her to the private room. After we got in there and I stupidly paid up front, she changed and said she only did lapdance and a little touching. Not even two songs worth of time, and the partner-in-crime was telling us we had to vacate the room because we had taken too long. That partner-in-crime knowingly asked if I had any fun, and was glad to hear me say "no." Another victim robbed; success for Dollie's...