(Eh, whatever. They served their purpose.)

Stopped in the other afternoon when I was passing through on business. Many words have been written about this place, nothing has changed there. It’s a small hole in the wall just off the main drag in town, street parking only. The place itself hasn’t been updated in decades, but it’s clean and not too shabby. The bouncer, who looks like Jeebs from MIB, took my $20 and gave me my room temperature water. Unlike The Pink Palace, this bottle was actually sealed.

Four girls on this day. Emma, a medium height slender white girl who I have visited with before was, as usual, buried in her phone. Probably the most attractive woman on staff that day, but having danced with her before I’ve always found her to be very mechanical and rushed, so I wasn’t feeling terribly interested in her. She eventually got up, did a turn on stage at the far end away from myself and the two other PLs there, and sat back down, all without making eye contact. There were two other girls there whose names I did not catch. One appeared to be a phat assed Latina with moderate tats, and the other was some sort of goth looking chick with way too many tattoos for my taste. Both danced, made no eye contact and sat back down. Apparently none were in the mood to solicit customers.

I was about to bail on the sorry situation when I was approached by Vixen, a petite blonde white chick with some tats. She had been in and out of the VIP at least twice while I was there. We chatted for a few minutes before she invited me to go for a (her words) “test drive” lap dance. In the lap dance area, a small open area off of the VIP, she was very direct about the services offered and not offered, what her specialty is, and the costs. I accepted her business proposal and we moved on to the VIP.