Meh, okay pastie bar.

This place was connected to the parking lot of my hotel. I walked over after coming back from other bars and was still wide awake just after midnight Friday evening. The entrance was in the back where a few customers were outside smoking. I entered and got the attention of the black man working the counter to enter. The cover was $10 for the night. He asked if I've been in before amd went over the usual rules. Most of the 10 customers were at the bar and I had to wait for a while to get a drink. The drinks were cheap, around $5 for a mixed drink. 6 of the customers were in the same group, a few couples. They were goofy and had the run of the place, in constant motion from their table, to the stage, and to the bar. They were oblivious and I was surprised management didn't get on them for screaming at each other, stumbling into other customers while approaching the bar, or standing into people's sight lines. The club looked like a dive. Minimal decor, tvs over the bar with sports on, and no crazy lighting effects. I noticed they were missing several drop ceiling tiles and some of the stools and chairs were due for replacement. There was a decent sized rectangular stage near the bar where all the action was. Not too far deeper into the back of the club was a smaller, circular stage they were not using. Beyond that was the private dance area. There bar was what you expect, basic selection. I liked the bar tender. She had a goth look to her and was hoping she would take her turn on stage but that never happened. Seconds after getting my drink, a dancer sat with me. She had a scrawny homebody with a little flub and perky breasts. She was drunk and mentioned it several times. A few of the other dancers were drinking with 2 regulars. There were maybe 8 dancers working. Mostly white with various figures with one AA. All were moderately attractive but no one close to stunning in my opinion. I went to the stage for a few dancers. Each danced for 2 songs and usually exposed their pastie-covered tits on the second song. No other peaks were offered and no one was breaking the pastie rule. They came around to everyone but were not interactive with customers outside of exchanging brief pleasantries. I had four drinks and on the fourth, I was approached by a brunette with the biggest tits in the place (probably D-cups). After a few pleasantries, her friend came over and started pushing for dances for her friend. It was $40 for a basic dance with the bikini remaining on and out in the open. Not in the mood to be watched by strangers, I opted for the $60 topless bed dance. Definitely overpriced. She took me to the private area which had a thin spring mattress and a small end table to set your things. As I positioned myself, I noticed the rapidly blinking security camera about 2 feet from my face. The dance was run of the mill. Light grinding in a few positions. Touching was allowed in the usual areas. When it ended, I had my fix for the evening and the place was closing within half an hour. I walked back to my hotel across the well-lit parking lot. I left underwhelmed. It was like the other pastie bars in town with nothing that stood out to me. The only reason I would see myself going back would be if I was staying in the same hotel and wanted the convenience of being able to walk over.