BSC Saturday Night

Hadn't been to the club in awhile (since the untimely retirement of my ATF last year), but I had some rare Saturday night time available and thought I'd see if anything had changed.

Pulled up to the club right before 8 PM. Parking lot mostly empty, and there are no orange cones blocking the front spaces as was usual. Maybe they finally figured out that no one cares about valet parking in a lot with over 100 spaces and almost none of them are used. I walk in ready to pay the door charge, but that's not open yet, either. Good news, free entry. I find a table in the back row facing the main stage. Waitress dashes over, order a $6 Coke. There's about a dozen PLs in the place, including a couple of actual couples enjoying a night out at the safest strip club you can take your SO to in this town.

Here's the lineup for Saturday night: Gabby, Kayla, Moriah, Amber, Barbie, Margo, Riley, Aurora, Madison, Kendra, Scarlett, Bonnie, Nikki, Blair and Susannah. The hustle factor in this club is close to zero. During my time there, the only dancer who came up to me and asked if I wanted a dance was Gabby, a cute petite blonde. BSC is considered a "7 Up" club, and for the most part that's true, but that's if you're being generous with some of the girls' ratings. Riley looked amazing, and even though I wanted to get dances from her (yes I know her mileage is doodoo), walking up to the stage and tipping her is akin to throwing those bills aways. Case in point: the mildly drunk PL next to me walked up to the stage when she was doing her routine, and she looked bored taking his money. He came back to his chair and when the song was over and Riley was waiting for the next dancer to come onstage before she could leave, he came up to her again and tipped her again. So, you're thinking she'd go right over after he stage set and visit, right? You would be wrong. She immediately make a beeline for her time-out table behind the bar and stays there for another 30 minutes. Finally, she comes out and walks over to the PL. They chat, she pulls out her wonderful implants and talks about how great they are (and they are truly spectacular). he agrees, but then turns down a dance opportunity from her. She doesn't bother looking at me (2 feet away), just leaves for the dressing room, never to be seen again. Oh well.