Weird experience

This was a weird experience. Having been to clubs in the Omaha area, I stopped at the Office while in Lincoln on business. I had read that this was a pastie club from previous reviews. Parked in the dark parking lot. Club is in a strip mall next to a weed shop. It was Saturday night around 11 when I arrived. Entered and paid a five buck cover. There is a bar as you enter and then a big stage with two poles. Shortly after I got there they started having two girls on stage at once. Each danced for a song at each pole before getting down. I bought a beer that was a bit less than 10 bucks and went to the stage. It was odd because while there were a lot of guys around the stage none were tipping. I’ve never seen that even allowed at a club before. I understand why. Only two of the 15 girls in the lineup removed their bikini tops on stage to even reveal their pasties. And only two others did anything other than sway their hips bored on stage. The girls were attractive and a mix of white, black and Latin. I can’t understand how there was such a big crowd for this lackluster of a performance. So I figured maybe the privat dances made up for it. So I got up from the stage and soon a girl with a nice figure approached. She was one of the two who did slide her top off on stage and when she asked for a dance I asked how much. She said 40 a song. I asked how much for more than one having read there might be multi song discounts. She shrugged and said 40 each song in broken English. Well, I had to try one since there had been a line of guys waiting to go into the three private dance cubicles since I arrived. I figured they had to be good. Boy I was wrong. We got into the cubicle and the next song started and she did the same fully non contact swaying I saw on stage in front of me. When the song ended she got called to the stage and she pouted like she was sad that we wouldn’t be able to do more. I wouldn’t have done more anyway. Folks in this town must be hard up for entertainment because I cannot understand how this place was this crowded with this sad excuse for a “strip” club.