Update from a trip I took...

Update from a trip I took last month. Went there only to be told that one of my ATF’s, Amber, is long gone. From what I heard, her exit from Hollywood Show Club was, um, dramatic. Fortunately, I am cultivating a new ATF: Amber’s go-to girl for the girl-on-girl action she’s been known to do, Ivy. She’s small with curly dark hair and a set of sizable, hard boobies, but her lapdances are still HSC-style: with your shirt off and her trying to extract milk from your nipples. Ivy gives me just a tad more mileage than Amber does, though, and thus I look forward to seeing her again.

Everything else is the same. Went in on a weekend night, so cover was $13, IIRC, and a drink was similarly high. The club remains clean and tackily neon, and the capacity crowd still let their eyes wander upward to the porn screening on the flat-screens. (However, the very big TV, inbetween the bar and one of the stages, was turned off and may have been taken out.) What stood out for me on this latest trip, however, was how let down I felt from the stripper roster. They were 7-8 on the looks scale, but I noticed how young they all were. It reminds me of the Déjà Vu in my hometown: It’s the starter club for any girl who wants to strip and just turned 18. Too many were too young, and most of them (I guess Honey, with her long dark hair and her pussy hair trimmed in the shape of an arrow pointing toward her hotbox, could be an exception if I got a dance from her) had a mercenary attitude after I gave them my stage tip.

In particular, there were these two girls who lashed themselves to this group of young guys – less fraternity dicks, more wigger wannabes. (Surprising, since everything from the classic rock and country music playlist to the all-white talent on hand should be an indication to any customer with such a, um, attitude that they are not welcome. I’ve felt it before, but it only got stronger this past visit.) When both of them got onstage (there are four stages and after each three-song set, they don't rotate but are replaced by other girls), the guys they’ve corralled came up to the stage with them. I thought they were cute so I laid my two dollars down. But neither girl acknowledged me. They were concentrating on the guys they’ve been milling the whole night. In fact, one of the guys got attention from both girls without putting any money down and they didn’t even look at me once. Fuck that, and I went to another stage. It may not be fair to take that incident and paint the whole roster of girls with it, but most of them left me nonplussed.