sinclair's Review

I went to Foxy’s Gentleman’s Club at 23:40 on a Friday night and stayed past closing time. Parking is free on the street. The club is in a corner storefront along the main drag of downtown Junction City. The inside is about twenty feet wide and extends back about eighty feet. The bar is on the right wall in the front half. The main stage is along the right wall in the back half. There are three lap dance booths made out of plywood about halfway down the left wall. The washrooms are in the rear. The dressing room is on the second floor. There was a $3 cover charge at the door. Sincweisers were $4. The bar was staffed by a fifty-something Korean woman who appears to be the manager or owner. The ATM has a $200 maximum withdrawal with a $5 fee. The ATM was not working for me, nor for other customers. I ended up walking to a bank ATM a few blocks away.

The stage has two pole positions and a padded mat area in the middle for the dancer to lie down on and engage the tippers. The whole back wall to the stage is large mirrors, giving a great three hundred sixty degree view of each dancer. Value was good for stage tipping. Dancers would hop off the stage and grind in your lap for just a few dollars. I touched dancers and smacked their asses. I slid my tips into their g-strings. The music seems to be a predetermined playlist of songs. There was a small DJ booth in the back corner, but there was no DJ.

Private dances are $25 per song. The club takes a $5 cut, and the dancer keeps $20. The booths have curtains over their entrances. The booths are very tight and only contain a simple cushioned chair. You will have to place your keys or cell phone on the floor. Dancers get topless, and the grind can be pretty good. Private dance contact seemed to be two-way, but I did not push the limit and try to pet the beaver. I got dances from Ivy and Naomi and would say both gave value despite the tight quarters. I was still getting dances from Ivy when the clock struck two in the morning. The mama-san was nice enough to let me stay a little past closing time to finish up my string of dances.