I didn't expect the BYOB thing,...

I didn't expect the BYOB thing, so I paid $10+tip for a glass of cranberry juice. There were at least 5 other customers scattered about the small, sleazy (not a bad thing) club. They didn't seem to be using the stage for anything except walking in place and staring at the mirrored wall, but most of the girls took a minute to come over and say, "Hi," which I appreciate. I put dollars in their thongs for this. A cutely freckled Hillary gave me the lowdown on lap dances and the private room rates: $20/lap $100/15 min private $200/hlf hour private. I budgeted for one lap dance. The fifth girl to approach me was Jessica: an ABSOLUTE knockout- man oh man. I didn't hesitate to take her up on a dance. The room in the back was semi-private (I could see the very slender Siren working too) and comfortable. Jessica had great eye contact, was all about bumping and grinding with her top and bottom, and appeared to be really into it. I blew my budget, but not my wad, did 4 dances, and left with blue balls and big smile.