Hey DJ, stop mettling in our affairs

Mankato, MN. Saturday night. Downtown Mankato, seems real safe to me. This sort of like a bar crawl area. There's like a parking garage on the other side, and some high rises on the others sides. I park on the street and walk over. Origianlly walked into the bar next door and asked if they had any dancers working as I saw a group of older chicks singing Karoke, the bartender said yeah that's next door. It's sort of conjoined. In you go. Guy at the front $4 cover. In we are. Really nice joint inside, almost feels like steakhouse kind of vibe. Bar is on the right, a bunch of seating on the left. Stage keep going. Bathroom on the right back. And stage dances in the back.

One girl up on stage at a time. Customers looked like white, hispanic and indian folks. Some groups in there and some older white guys solo. Decent crowd but plenty of seats empty. My soda water was $4. Lap dances are $20 song. But this set up was lame as hell. Your getting dances right in front of the DJ booth and in full view of the whole club past the stage. Right out on open couches. Bouncer patrolling aswell. One of the gayest setups I've ever seen. No touching at all I was watching a bunch of them, but people were buying them, only option for a little while. Zero chance I'm buying dances here. Zilch. Nada.

Dancers. All girls seemed to be 20 somethings. Black, white and asian. I would say most girls were fuckable but nothing out of this world. Probably 6-7 range. Nobody fat, mostly thin to average body types. Maybe at most thick. Some fake stuff but most natural. About 15 girls or so.