The perfect amount of chaos in a non-nude bar.

Sam’s was a trip. I got there about 6pm & walked through an unmonitored metal detector at the front door. It beeped because I had my phone & a guy came out & patted me down. I walked in & the place was all leathery & metallic & lit by red wash lights. It felt like the classic Los Angeles dirtbag haven. Sailor tattoos & bad 90’s rock in abundance. It’s a non-nude club so nobody was naked. I saw bikini clad dancers grinding on men in their 20’s playing pool. I grabbed a $12 vodka Red Bull & took a seat at the booth. A woman walked over & started clapping her ass cheeks in front of me. It was badass. I gave her $20 & told her to come sit with me while I finished my drink. We talked, I gave her another $20 for a lap dance & she literally grounded on me for less than a minute, but she told me I could touch as much as I wanted. After this I left. Will be back every time I’m in LA.