The Ultimate PL

Just when you think nothing can surprise you in a strip club. The setup: Band-Aids is a hole-in-the-wall topless dive here in Phoenix. 85% of the dancer are Latina or AA, some hot, some more than a bit, uh, hefty. The clientele is split between middle-aged white guys like me who like a bit of dark meat and younger gangsta wannabes. But we're all there for the same reason: because these girls all know how to rub one out and more, either for Papi or the Hermanos. It's also 110 degrees here right now and EVERYONE wears shorts of some type. Everyone. So, I pop in today to see a chica who has been most kind to me in the past. As I take my seat, an older white dude in his 60s walks up to the stage. He hands the dancer a single red rose. No $$$, just the rose. And, he is wearing a complete tuxedo, complete with bow tie and cummerbund. It's clear he likes this dancer. A lot. The great thing was, when her stage song was over, she just walks right by Mr Tux and heads out to the bar area to talk to someone else, then, upon returning to the stage area seating, goes right up to another dude and sits on his lap. Finally, after taking younger dude to the VIP for a spell, she walks over to Mr Tux who proceeds to buy all of two $10 dances. Until today, the saddest sight I've ever seen in a strip club was watching this one dancer at Fritz's That's It in Bellflower CA take an old dude's monthly social security check $10 at a time, until there was nothing left. But this one takes the cake. I hope early onset dementia sets in for me before I ever go down that road. CP