Mostly dead during the week with some fun possible

Come in here a few times when there is nothing else to do in town. Cover is $10 and upon paying that you walk into a dimly lit building with a bar and pool table on one side, VIP rooms and stage to the right, and at the other end of the building is the bathrooms. Most of the time I come in there are either few dancers or they are flocked at the bar or camped out with a regular most of the time. I came in on a Monday one day after already hitting the Men's Club and since there were no dancers I sat and chatted with the woman at the bar.

The lady at the bar was friendly and when a slender white dancer came in she asked the dancer to come chat with us once she got into her outfit. She asked me what I was looking for and I told her I was pretty much up for anything but wanted to have some fun and she seemed to interpret that as me being open to extras. Eventually a different dancer came out, an inked up ghetto looking African American woman who was not friendly in the least and showed no interest in socializing. I went out for a smoke and came back to find that the slender white dancer was at the bar and I soon struck up a conversation with her and negotiated 15 minutes in VIP for $100. The bartender gave me a wink and after paying the $25 to get in off we went.

The VIP room has been described thoroughly in other reviews, but yeah it's pretty much three rows of booths with one-way glass overlooking the stage across from the first row and the third row being the most secluded. My lady chose the second row but set us up in the back where there was at least some privacy.

Before the dance began she got completely naked. She was very cool with roaming hands, but no dining reservations at the Y and I didn't ask for anything more than that. She did let me tickle her ivory keys, and I got to pound out a few chords with just my hands while she sang a little, but no further instrumentation was added and she kept a close eye on the clock to make sure our 'duet' didn't get any encores.

All said and done I was about $135 poorer but felt like with a little more cash and better negotiating skills I could have gotten a bit more. I swung by on a Wednesday about a week later and another slender white chick who honestly looked like she could easily have HIV came to talk to me and I danced with her for a couple songs at $25 each but she refused to take her bottoms off and told me that would be extra. Yeah, no, with the body type of an emaciated streetwalker, you should be grateful I'm even getting a dance with you at all...