My first time to a "Tittie Bar"

As a rite of passage, some boys are taken to a strip club, or as they are more commonly known today, a "tittie bar". I was never taken to one, and as of Thursday night, had never BEEN to one.

But it was my Art Director's birthday so off we trotted. A few beers here, a few shots there, and we were off - 4 guys and a girl. Yes, a real live girl joined us. You see, she too had never been to a 'house of exotica'.

So we get there. We walk in, get a discount, take a seat at the bar and look around. Not too bad - looks like a dirty Vegas club with a small platform for dancing and the ever-essential pole.

We order our drinks and the music pumps away. A slightly over-weight, obviously eastern European woman lurches on to stage and starts writhing, much like a snake over an open flame. Not too bad. Almost tasteful. Then her top came off - as expected. The 60-year men hovering around the stage started salivating. We turned, continued chatting, and when we turned back, it was all off. I mean ALL off (except for a garter sporting a few dollar bills). I turned to our female companion and warned her to keep her eyes forward.

We arranged for birthday to have a lap dance - in the back. I felt like I had committed a sordid deed. But he assured me it was just a "not too bad" lap dance.

I think we stayed 30 minutes. And that was my first visit to a "tittie bar"