Sunday, just after 1600. There were...

Sunday, just after 1600. There were a half-dozen or so dancers, all moderately attractive, i.e., no bow-wows nor oinks, but no Helens either. The girls did three sets, getting fully nude somewhere in the process. I sat at the “rail” and tipped a couple substantially, got some close-up views, but was subsequently ignored. When the dancers left the stage they seemed much more interested in sitting with the “regulars” and drinking than hustling laps in the VIP. I moved away from the stage and when one of the dancers I had tipped came by to thank me, I asked if she would like a drink. She acquiesced, but made a run back to her “regulars” (to apologize, I assume) before joining me. After chatting a while I asked if she did lap dances, and she said “Sure,” and after waiting through several more sets until music she liked came up, we ventured to the VIP.

It is the same area as on previous visits, but has now been partitioned and has considerable privacy. I got four very sensual dances (I think only three, but she insisted it was four) that were, I believe, quite over-priced for the area ($40). These were the only private dances that occurred while I was in the club, and I had to solicit, rather than be solicited. Maybe that’s why they over-charge… ‘cause they sure ain’t makin’ it on volume!