Babes Ain't That

Back in Jackson so thought I would see if the lovely Creole was working. Got lucky and found a free paved open parking spot in front of the club instead of the secluded area behind the club or the pothole riddled north side. Security wanded me outside of the entrance after taking the majority of the metal items out of my pockets. Of course, the foil wrapping of my condoms set it off but he was okay with that. Paid the $10 cover to a guy. No tip since there is no topless door girl like at The Hustler Club in Washington Park, IL.

The club itself has a large kidney like main stage in the center of the room with a pole and hanging ring. There is a bar on the right wall of the entrance. There is a long catwalk stage with a pole at each end on the far opposite wall of the bar. It is hardly used. The surprisingly clean men's restroom is to the left of the entrance adjacent to The Boom Boom Room entrance. The dj and VIP rooms are opposite of that.

Did a walk around to scope out the talent in the half full club. Definitely, nothing to make a trip for except one dime piece...Creole. She was sitting alone at a table in front of the bar in her trademark white short silk robe. I asked if I could join her as she looked sooo sexy taking long drags off her long white cigarette. She said yes and I sat down and tried to engage her in a conversation. It was like pulling teeth and she eventually got up and went and sat with someone who I assumed was her regular or perhaps a sd.