It's a nice club. The front...

It's a nice club. The front lot was full, cars and people, when I drove by, looking for and having missed, Fantasy Nude. Finding Fantasy's lot empty, I ascended to DDs (no pun intended here; I definitely didn't see anything bigger than C-). Apparently, the mob I saw on my first fly-by was shift change. Inside, for a $5 cover, I met the very pretty ticket taker, who it turns out doesn't perform because she's ashamed of her A-cups... what a world we have created.

Inside, the "X" (or maybe it's just a cross) shaped stage dominates. There were 10-12 customers and about an equal number of dancers. The door-honey and the drink server were the two best looking women in the place. Of the four dancers I saw, none were memorable. The first didn't even remove her bra -- I concluded it must be a bikini bar. One dancer with a cute face, but over-larded otherwise, came over and chatted, told me it was topless, bared her breasts showing me her gold-colored foil pasties. That ain't topless, baby. It would appear the girls were also wearing G-strings; you could see the string part, but not the "gee!" None I saw ever removed their outer garment.

The girl chatting me up told me the pasties came off in the VIP. I bit; she lied; they didn't. The VIP area was separate from the main bar/dance area, but internally completely open. The customer sits on an old fashioned malt-shop type chair, and the dancer performs with minimal contact. The activity was completely sterile; my God, there were cameras in the ceiling -- or was it the walls -- or the floor. Anyway, that experiment has been performed and is over.