Last Lap Of The Year

It was the second Saturday in December about nine thirty when I rolled in. After a quick wand down, I pay my $20 entrance fee and walk inside.

Layout has been explained many times before. A stage with small walk up stairs and a pole is the centerpiece. Three sideded tip rail wraps around the stage with a mirror behind it. On the floor are round tables and chairs scattered throughout. Men's bathroom is across from the stage to the north. Next to it is the bar and DJ booth. On the west end are lap benches. Down a hall beyond that are the VIP booths that are curtained. On the east end are high back lap benches and in front of them are round tables and chairs. Regular laps are $20, $40 for nude, and $120 for 3 song VIP in the back plus whatever tip you work out with the dancer. UHM can be had here.

I sit at a table on the east end and order my mandatory $6 soft drink. About 25 to 30 girls are working. NICOLE, curvy, fit, brown, long dark hair, sits on one of the high back couches and talks to an older voluptuous Latina with hard, tired eyes. OLIVIA, a compact, olive skin girl with a curvy shape and a big smile plops down on the lap of a guy at a table to the right of me. ROYALTY, pear-shaped, brown skin Latina circulates and gets a conversation with a causual, neatly dressed black man with dreads. He's spending money on tips so many women approach him and he engages them in conversation and even buys a drink or to for them. But he walks over to Nicole, says a few words, and they go to VIP. Don't blame him but I know she's very expensive.