I got out of work in Chicago early and sat in traffic for hours. I-65 towards Indianapolis was thick in traffic too. Apparently, the Indianapolis 500 is still a big draw. I did not think open-wheel racing was popular in the United States compared to NASCAR. To get out of the congestion, I took Indiana 26 east to Kokomo and took a timeout at the Hip Hugger at 21:30. The club was packed and I overheard many patrons there talking about how they were going to the race.
The attractiveness of dancers was higher than my last visit to this club back in September 2012 on a weeknight. There were some dogs in the mix, but half of the night shift got me erect. When I entered, I paid the $3 cover with $4, and the manager actually gave me a single back. In just about every other club in the country, the door attendant would have kept the tip. I took a seat at the bar and started guzzling down three-buck drafts of Budweiser and Bud Light. Most of the crowd seemed to be there to drink beer and watch the stage show. A pitcher of beer was just eleven bucks. While taking in the Friday night, I observed two interesting interactions. (1) A young guy was ejected from the club. He was getting dances from a goth chick when some type of dispute happened. Either he did not have money to pay or he was sticking his digiti manus where they did not belong. They went over to the manager, and then both the manager and dancer were shouting at him angrily. Out the door he went. (2) A horny Indian guy grabs the ass of a dancer walking by the bar. She turns around, greets him, and then offers him a $10 lap dance. He declines. It all happens in less than ten seconds. I don’t know why he would grab at a dancer and expect her to hang around with him for free.
I went to get a few $10 dances from a blonde dancer named Mandy. She was probably a 7 or so 30-something on my scale, but I was buzzed and her body looked sexy enough. I sat on my bingo hall chair and got four full-length songs. Two way groping is encouraged at the Hugger. My paws ravaged her fake boobs and ass. The $10 lap dances are a great value. I doubt there is a club in the United States with better lap value. Afterwards, Mandy asked me to buy her some new dance gear that was being sold on the south bar. She said she’d give me her phone number if I got her a new outfit. I read it as stripper shit. The number would either be fake or to advertise when she was working.
In an age where the industry is transitioning to corporate chains that perfect methods of extracting as much money from you as possible while giving you the least utility, or relative satisfaction, that you’re willing to accept, the Hip Hugger is old school. But remember, old school is the best school. I spent just $62 total and had fun.
After leaving the club around midnight, I realized I had not eaten dinner and hit the McDonalds drive-thru, one of the few options this time of night. The Angus burgers have recently been removed from the menu so I took a #1. Eating while I drove south turned out to be a bad idea as I dropped half of the Big Mac on the floor of my rig. I forewent staying at a hotel due to the jacked up prices for Memorial Day weekend and the race. I slept in my vehicle in the parking lot of the Noblesville Wallyworld.
I went to get a few $10 dances from a blonde dancer named Mandy. She was probably a 7 or so 30-something on my scale, but I was buzzed and her body looked sexy enough. I sat on my bingo hall chair and got four full-length songs. Two way groping is encouraged at the Hugger. My paws ravaged her fake boobs and ass. The $10 lap dances are a great value. I doubt there is a club in the United States with better lap value. Afterwards, Mandy asked me to buy her some new dance gear that was being sold on the south bar. She said she’d give me her phone number if I got her a new outfit. I read it as stripper shit. The number would either be fake or to advertise when she was working.
In an age where the industry is transitioning to corporate chains that perfect methods of extracting as much money from you as possible while giving you the least utility, or relative satisfaction, that you’re willing to accept, the Hip Hugger is old school. But remember, old school is the best school. I spent just $62 total and had fun.
After leaving the club around midnight, I realized I had not eaten dinner and hit the McDonalds drive-thru, one of the few options this time of night. The Angus burgers have recently been removed from the menu so I took a #1. Eating while I drove south turned out to be a bad idea as I dropped half of the Big Mac on the floor of my rig. I forewent staying at a hotel due to the jacked up prices for Memorial Day weekend and the race. I slept in my vehicle in the parking lot of the Noblesville Wallyworld.
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