My Saturday night in th NY burbs.

I was driving past the Airstrip (located just across from JFK airport
hence the name) on my way home, back out to Long Island. It was 11 on a
Saturday night so I thought I'd check it out during a peak time. I'm
usually into the off hours, and since I had nothing better to do but
sleep, I stopped in. I walk in the door to be hit with it's only $10
tonight. Oh-oh, I thought to myself, no dancers. I walk in to find maybe
25 or 30 customers, and about a dozen dancers. Maybe it's the holiday
weekend, but I don't see how this place stays in business; it's always
like this. (check TUSCL for a full description)

I settle in at the bar and order my usual Guinness draft. It may be
amazing, but one of the main reasons that I like this club is because I
can order that beer. I don't know of any other strip club near the city
where I can do so.

A dancer comes over, runs her fingers down my back, touches my hair, and
does her wannadance number; I blow her off. I just came in and I'm not
into a total air dance just yet. Besides, I just noticed that the end of
that Will Smith / Gene Hackman movie about the NSA, I can't remember the
title, is on one of the monitors just above the bar with the closed
caption on. You know that the dancer quality has gone down when you're
paying more attention to black helicopters on TV than a live topless
girl shaking her butt on stage. This club started with some of the most
beautiful women available in NY city.  Now they're all 7 and 8's; the
really high quality dancers seem to have left for greener pastures. The
mix of dancers has gone significantly white. It's probably the Scores
influence in the club management. (Scores, the same club made famous on
the Stern show, upscale & expensive, heavily stacked with blonds and
fake boobs.) Only about 30% of the dancers were ethnic types as oppose
to the 60% or 70% it was before. I get hit with one or two more
wannadance approaches before I leave the bar.

I make my way down to a table near the stage to stop paying attention to
the TV. The movie is also playing on a 10ft screen across the room but
w/o captions. From that vantage point the stage captures more of my
attention. I even get up and tip the dancers, some of which are getting
more into floor work to entice the customers to get out of their seats.
Three or four of the dancers that I tipped stop by for a chat and to ask
for a dance. I 'm just not buying. As I watch the dances that are going
on around me I'm seeing air. Maybe some knee action, and the bend over
backwards w/o the butt touching your crotch routine. Just low mileage
from descent but not great looking dancers. I'll accept an air dance
from a 9+ dancer, but I'm not paying $20 for air from a run of the mill
dancer.

The four dancers that I spoke to, were working there for less than a
week. Half of them were Russian, which I find very annoying to make
conversation with. All of them complained about not making any money.
One dancer, which I recognized from Dumbarton's, (an interesting club in
Long Island City, where the laps are given in locked cubicles) was
bitching that the club wouldn't let her do her job. Saying they want the
club to remain classy.  Is it just me, or is a classy strip club an
oxymoron.

The big screen changes to the Batman movie with Val Kilmer, I look at my
watch and it's 1:15. I'm basically frustrated, because none of my faves
are there and there's nothing I really want in the club. Damn I feel
jaded. So, I continue my trip towards home. Next stop, GQ.

I get on the Conduit and head down Sunrise Hwy. I get to GQ (Gentlemens
Quarters a bikini bar in Baldwin, LI) a little before 2. It's $10
dollars at the door because Nico Treasures is playing there. The club is
very crowded probably because of the feature. I find a seat at the bar
and settle in. The bartender recognizes me and hands me a Coors Light
without my having to say a word. Yeah, this is the same club with the
bar stool incident.

I look around there are only 6 or 8 dancers that I could see. They're
mostly in the 6-8 range. By now, I really want some mileage. I look
around and can't spot a dancer that I want to hang out with. The
Champagne hostess comes over gives me the usual hug and lets me know
that my STB-ATF (STB = soon to be) isn't in the house. We chat for a few
minutes and I spot Apple, one of my faves, coming out of the lap dance
room with a PL. She says hello to me, but she's busy trying to get that
PL into the Champagne Room. Then Alicia (not her name) comes out of the
bathroom. She spots me, comes over and sits in my lap. I buy her a
drink. Alicia is a slim black dancer with long hair and great legs and
butt. She also has flat abs with a bellybutton ring and small but
perfect breasts. I spent a good part of last winter watching the NBA
play-offs and finals fondling Alicia in my lap. She's pissed because of
a new rule that the dancers can't request a tip for a lap dance because
it could be considered soliciting. The club gets half of the $20 charge
so this is a real impact on her income the average tip being $5. We hang
out all touchy feely until she gets called on stage.

Alicia does very good floor work, wrapping her legs around me and
simulating sex. I tip heavily as an example to the other PLs. As she
gets off the stage she grabs some PL, who followed my lead, and drags
him off for 3 dances. Then she comes back and sits in my lap. Now it's
Saturday night, in a crowded club, I know she won't hang out all night.
Mileage hungry as I am, I opt for a 15 min CR.

Now I can see where all the dancers are. The CR is full except for 2
couches near the door and there must be 12 couches in the room. Alicia
gets busy. She gives me a fairly high mileage topless lap dance, not as
good as I would have gotten here last year or at S90 (a NYC underground
lap dance and extras club closed down in August). But Alicia is a very
good girl. I exit the CR with her pretty happy.

I head back towards the bar and grab a seat near the stage to watch the
up coming Nico Treasures show. Alicia plants herself in my lap again.
This one is a keeper rivalling my ATF at times; most dancers disappear
as soon as you leave the CR. She leans over and starts hitting on the
guy in the seat next to me, all the while grinding on my now growing
woody. While I have one hand between her thighs and the other playing
with her bellybutton ring; she's touching the other PL's chest and
playing with his hair. This goes on for two or three songs and the guy
finally breaks down and agrees to get a lap. I'm pretty sure it's due in
no small part to his watching what I'm doing to her. The cheap bastard
only buys one dance.

Alicia comes back and we watch the Nico Treasures show. It's nothing too
amazing. She's cute and goes around the room collecting tips and does
the usual candle wax routine. After the show they call for 2/1 lap
dances. The club does a roll call and brings all the available dancers
to the stage.  So Alicia grabs another PL and takes him for a dance.
While she's back there they announce last call. I look at my watch and
it's 3:45. I wait a few minutes and don't see Alicia come out, so I head
for the exit. The handicapped bathroom door near the exit is open and a
nude Nico Treasures is standing in the doorway talking to the manager. I
continue my drive home through Long Island with the image of her shaved
pubes in my mind.