This place looked like a dive...

This place looked like a dive on the outside, and I had to park in the back under what I thought was questionable security, but nothing happened to my car while I was there. The inside of the club was old and ratty looking, like a place you’d never want to eat at during the day. I found a table, ordered a beer, and had a cigarette. I watched a few dances which I thought were pretty good, because they gave 10 second standing lap dances to the guys sitting next to the stage (the dancers asked the guys to stand up). Only once dancer was on stage at a time, and they went through three songs each.

After about 15 minutes, a blond sat down next to me and asked for a cigarette and for me to buy her a shot. I gave her a cigarette and bought her a shot, and after 10 mins of casual conversation (music was kind of loud), including her asking me what I liked about the dancers and their moves, she asked if I had ever VIP’ed before. I said yes, once, in Atlanta, which cost me $400 and wasn’t any more than the dancer sitting on my lap smoking my cigarettes and running to the bathroom to go pee three times in an hour, although I phrased it much more diplomatically than that. She suggested that we VIP together, since this was Myrtle Beach, not Atlanta.

The VIP room was 10x5 feet, with an easy chair and a TV. A video camera was right above, facing down into the chair (frontal), which was a bit icky to be honest. I think it was $60 up front for 15 minutes or so, and then we got to go in. I got a REAL lap dance, she was all into it, forwards, backwards, upside down, but she kept a G string on and said the rules included keeping your hands OUTSIDE of her G string. You could touch anything else, and she used her fingers on the outside of my clothes, and even bit through the clothes which really caught me off guard.