This place used to be an...

This place used to be an occasional bit of fun. It is by far the "nastiest" dance in DC. The girls are known for spending a large portion of their time on stage on their backs opening their pussies and on occasion masturbating for their tips. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I'd just prefer to see it from a woman that I found the least bit attractive. I went in on a Friday, late afternoon. I figured I wouldn't be getting the cream of the dancers, they's probably start to show for the night shift, but as any club goer, dancer, or manager should know Friday "happy hour" is prime time, get the early weekend starters ducking out of work early before meeting up for the night or catching a later train home. I'd have been better off working another hour. In my approximately 45 minutes in here I saw not a single dancer I found attractive. There was one black girl with a decent body and huge fake tits some might have found good looking, and one latina who at least wasn't fat. Every other dancer, and I think I saw about all of the ones there, was sagging, overweight and just plain unappealing. Mercy tips only this trip. Even that was a mistake. It only encouraged them. I suppose it is a triumph of the human spirit and I should admire the courage to shake what they have and expect people to pay to see it, I personally wanted a shower. Which brings me to the final insult. One dancer, to "entertain" me came around and proceeded to give me what I can only surmise was supposed to be an invitation to grope her. She drove her tits into my face, rubbed her body all over me and pulled aside her g-string for me to give her a tip. I'm used to smelling like stripper at the end of a night. She just smelled bad. There isn't enough vanilla body spray in the world to cover that stench. I wasn't about to inflict myself on another club before going back to work where I have access to a shower and a change of clothes. Thus refreshed I was eager to banish the memory with a visit to Camelot.