First Stop On A Tour of Five "No Lap Dance Touching" Strip Clubs

I decided I would take a partial tour of five “No Touching during the lap dance” clubs since I usually avoid those like the plague. I woke up this morning and thought I would see what I have been missing, or not missing. With reading the past TUSCL reviews of these places, they just motivated me to keep driving by these clubs heading to greener pasture touching/personal attention clubs. The places I visited today in order are, Acropolis, Sassy’s, Lucky Devil, Hawthorne Strip, and Devil’s Point. I going to write this review for Acropolis and at some point, write one for Devil’s Point since I did a lap dance at both of these clubs. Here is a quick synopsis of the three clubs I am not going to review.

Of the five clubs, Lucky Devil had the most appeal from the inside. Nice looking club and even has cup holds under the rack/stage so dancers won’t knock off your drink. At all five clubs, dancers got totally nude by the second song (well Acropolis dancers were doing more than two songs and more about that below) during my daytime visit. I must have experienced around twenty-five dancers and was impressed that most were in my seven range, except Acropolis, which lowered the average. Most were spinners or close to it with a few HWP/athletic, but not even close to any heavy weights. Great eye candy. None of the twenty-five came over the rack and got on my lap, but two leaned the back of their head against my shoulder. All the racks except Devil’s Point had at least two-foot rails, which allowed the dancers to sit on and display her best asset a foot or less from my nose. All white dancers except one island spinner at Lucky Devil. Two had armpit hair! Majority were friendly and could engage in a conversation since I was the only guy at the rack at four of the clubs. Sassy’s and Lucky Devil have signs posted by their lap dance area that state, “No Touching.” At Hawthorne Strip, I walk in, sit at the bar to order my coke, and immediately get hustled by an athletic lady with a fake long/straight blonde wig. Nice looking dancer, but my seat isn’t even warm yet when she asks if I want a dance. I ask her price, $50 for one song or 3/$100. I ask if totally nude and she says yes. I ask about touching and again she says yes. Well, I already know that there is no touching at this club. I say maybe later to give her a little hustle back. There is very cute, short brunette dancer at the stage when I sit down and we have a fun conversation. She asks if I would like a dance and I ask her price, $40/one or 3/$100. Then I ask about totally nude and she says yes. Then I ask if touching is okay and she says only the dancer can touch as the club has strict rules about no touching. I pass, but thank her. The straight-haired blonde comes up to dance and at the end she asks if I am ready for that dance. I say maybe later and as she is leaving the stage, I get up and head to Devil’s Point with a hustle smile on my face. The vast majority of the twenty-five dancers had natural tatas.

Back to this review. I pulled in the parking lot of the blue and white striped Acropolis building around noon. There is nothing appealing about the outside or inside of this club as it looks tired. The club is on a busy divided barrier HWY and if going the wrong direction, a pain in the ass to get off and come back around. You walk in and there is a bouncer booth immediately to the left, but on this day/time, no bouncer, no ID check and no cover. There is a stage (not being used) in this upper entry area as well as a lap dance area and restrooms. I stopped and used the john, which is a shithole, but there are three different .75 cent condom machines above the urinals. I found this to be a little amusing knowing that it is a “No Touch” club. I walked down a ramp and into the bar area, which also has a stage connected to it. A dancer can walk from the stage and go directly behind the bar. The whole shape of all of this bar/stage is strange. Also, there are stairs heading up from the stage to a second level that has the dancer room/lounge. When a dancer wants to go up or down to their room, they have to walk on the stage, past the dancer on duty, and go up those stairs. The bartender wasn’t anything to look at and I paid $4 for my coke. Oh yeah, the stage in this area just has bar stools with no back. This felt strange too, sitting high on a bar stool, with the dancer doing her thing, and wishing I had some back support while leaning my elbows/arms on the rail.