Hole in the wall with too many rules

Was driving back to the airport from up north and decided to google roulette a strip club experience on my way to JFK. First of all, this club is in a semi industrial complex, which gave me some hope for hole in the wall greatness. As I walked in, I was an actually told they couldn’t let me in wearing khaki-ish pants, calling them joggers. I said fine, and changed into jeans in my car, and headed back in knowing I had an hour to kill.

I sat at the bar with 3-4 other customers, ordered a beer and checked out the scenery. The first dancer that approached me was late 30s, rough physique, and had that “brand new at this” vibe. I realized getting dances at a crapshoot club from a crapshoot newish not so attractive dancer was not the play, but needed quite a bit of politely declining to get her to move on.

Knowing I didn’t have more than an hour, I beelined to a brunette who had a good stage dance and asked for a dance. The dance area is fully visible, but elevated about 3-4 feet above the floor near the back of the club. I got a first dance and it was quite good, lots of stick shifting but right across from another customer so it killed the vibe.