bachelorette

2006-06-25 - 12:49 p.m.

Friday night I went to a bachelorette party. That meant a milestone in the life of veralynn...yes, my first visit to a strip club.

My girlfriend and I arrived at the club to find a huge line-up of guys waiting outside who promptly began hooting, hollering and asking to kiss our hands. We inquired at the seedy entrance and were directed to an entrance on the other side of the building for the entrance to the male revue. That entrance was a whole different world. It was clean, decorated like a smooth lounge with candles on the walls and big, comfy chairs. Our party had a row of armchairs all along the curved edge of the stage.

Menus of the specials included everything from cosmos ($8) to back-room private dances ($40).

The emcee launched the night asking if we were ready to hear the rules of the night. He said, "The rule is...there are no rules. If you see something you like that you want to touch, lick, suck, whatever...just grab it; it's yours."

Again, a whole different world from downstairs.

Hot-seat dances downstairs require the guy in the hot-seat to stay completely still and not touch once the girls start dancing. Upstairs the male dancers pick up the women, flip them around, simulate a variety of acts, grope and encourage the women to grope. Quite the different world.

But the reactions of the crowd are different, too. The women are mainly whooping with laughter and torn between chatting with their girlfriends and cheering on the hilarity of the spectacle.

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