To enter this club, you must...

To enter this club, you must surrender your driver's license to an unseen individual behind a glass barrier. I don't know what they do with it, but it made me uneasy. After about a minute, a hand appeared through an opening with my license and a guest list for me to sign, after which I was buzzed in the door. The club was packed with patrons and dancers, most of them attractive. The music was so loud that even the DJ, screaming into a microphone at the top of his lungs, was almost inaudible. Sat at a table, and after a while, a cute, plump young woman approached me and I motioned for her to sit. An inch away from my ear, she shouted a question. (HUH? WHAT?) As it turned out, she was offering me a private dance for $500., which I politely but firmly declined. Anyone who gives a stripper $500. for a lap dance is out of his freakin' mind. The price eventually came down to $69. (get it? heh. heh.) for a lame and seemingly endless ordeal during which she continued trying to sell me up to the 1/2 a G-note paradise upstairs, all the time ferociously pounding my pelvis and almost dragging me down onto the floor. (Tip: when they tell you you have to keep your hands down on the sofa, you'd better believe it.) When she was finally done torturing me, she asked for a tip, and if I'd buy her a drink for $12. I said I would, but as soon as she was gone, I ducked into the men's room and out the door. Can't wait to try their other location in Beckley.