Don't Blame Pinky's; It's Utah.

I was visiting Utah for the first time, and my buddy and I decided to check out what Utah considers a strip club. Pinky's was close to our hotel, so we decided to go there. The club has a lot to offer as far as the Utah market is concerned. It's small, but cozy. There is a smoking patio outside.

First, there was no cover. They serve alcohol. It's small, and there's only one stage. Utah laws are odd. There is no contact, and no private dances. Dancers must wear pasties. But, that doesn't mean you still can't have a good time. I'm a guy who generally likes to sit on the rail and tip the dancers who are dancing for everyone. Occasionally, but rarely, I'll buy a drink or even take a private dance. But, I hate being hustled. So, Utah was a nice change of pace for me compared to other places because there really wasn't any hustle. All of the money the dancers make (inside the club) comes from the stage.

Pinky's had five dancers working when we were there, one of whom "forgot" to put on her pasties before she started her set. Yeah, we saw her nipples. Shame on her, I guess. For her second set, she had them on which was good because it meant she could take off the rest of her cover and strip down to pasties and her thong.