In the Midnight Hour

Smithville, TN. Saturday night. Not much going on around here, pretty rural part of Tennessee. It's really only strip club out in the Tennessee hinterlands the other ones are all in the known cities. Plenty of parking, area seems fine. Right on Route 70. Walk in, bathrooms are right here in this hallway as is the VIP booths with curtains and you pay cover at the bar. $15 to get in. Stamp your hand. This club is like one big room with a high ceiling. One girl up on stage at a time. Customers all types throughout, mostly groups. Every now and then dancers go on the conga line and up on stage and come down to sell dances. Dances are $15 in monitored rooms or up top in an open elevated area at $25 a song. Or in curtianed booths at $100 for 15 minutes.

Dancers. The lineup wasn't that great. Maybe 20 girls. Most natural. Obese to thin. 20's-40's. Some girls looked like drug use. White, black, and hispanic. I would say 3-6 range maybe a 7 in there. I was just in Nashville, so this was step down, maybe a few. Still there were a couple girls, maybe if it was higher mileage, I'd listen.

One black chick with some nice curves, I asked about what could go down in the booths, and she was really thrown off by the conversation, not in a hateful way but you could tell she's never heard this before. Just Tennessee is not down with all that. Don't even ask. It does sound like two way touch in those booths and nobody is messing with you. For this state's standards, that might as well make this Detroit. But at the end of the day, the talent wasn't what I was really looking for. The lower level dances don't sound worth it at all.