Slow Evening, but still had fun.

This was the first time I was able to get to an Atlanta Strip Club. Seeing that this was pretty high on the list, and that it was one of the closest in proximity to where I am, I thought I'd give it a go. Arrived just before 7pm, so only had to pay $5 for parking. Lot was gated off from the surrounding, and there were always a few attendants around, so I didn't feel that my car was in any peril. Though, as I pulled off the freeway about a half a mile from the place, there was a guy walking down the very middle of a traffic lane like it was his own personal sidewalk. So it was nice to see the parking lot had some separation from regular passerby's in the area.

After a very light pat down on the belt line and pockets, I was on my way in. Upon entry, you're greeted with a bar straight away. To the left are 2 pool tables, and to the right are numerous chairs, seating areas, and the stage. The pool tables were both occupied. 3 customers crowded around one with a dancer in the mix. And the other table had a dancer playing a round with a customer. The bar straight ahead had 2 other customers and 1 dancer, and the right was another few customers and some dancers just hanging around. I took a spot at the bar and it wasn't more than a minute, a dancer approached and started chatting with me. The ratio from what I could tell was probably 2 dancers to every 1 customer at the time (and I don't think it improved much 2 hours later when I left. I saw a few more customers come in, but also the same number or more girls walk in and head to the dressing rooms).

Of the dancers there, all of them were black, which I ain't got no problem with. I was probably the only non-working white guy there. Size wise, most were average to a little heavy (not my preference). Ages appeared to be 20's to mid 30's, and most importantly, looks were between 4-8, majority being a 5. Thankfully, the dancer that approached me right off the bat was slim, and the best looking one there (an 8 in my opinion). It was rather loud, and in my old age, I think her name was Esha, but I could be wrong.

We shared a few drinks at the bar ($10 Jack & Coke), and was able to get some conversation in (albeit shouting into each other's ears). I asked if there was somewhere other than the bar that she would like to sit, and she lead us to a booth adjacent to the stage. Was much more comfortable there, and was easier to converse. It was while I was at the booth that I saw the only dancer (while I was there at least) take to the stage and do a routine. There was no one sitting directly at the stage, so during her routine she kept her bikini on. One guy did walk buy at throw some singles at her, which only garnished a temporary flash. The girl I was with didn't seem very interested in doing lap dances, but I did want to see more of what she had. She was in a bikini with a fish net the whole time we were talking. I asked her about VIP, and she said $150. I thought, what the hell, why not, so I obliged. What I didn't know was her $150 left out the $55 I had to pay to the club to get back there. Whatever.

The VIP area was light enough to see what was going on, which I'm thankful for. I go there for a show, not a silhouette guessing game. Esha stripped all the way down and sat me on the doublewide chair. What an incredible figure she had.