Strip clubs have always intrigued me. I’ve been curious about what they look like, and the experience of going inside of them. Are the girls fully naked? Do they look like the gorgeous strippers seen on TV or in movies? Why do men love to have bachelor parties there? These types of questions have had me curious for years.
On Saturday night, my fiancé and I went to our friend’s birthday party. It started out as a typical shot-and-drink party. Everyone was enjoying their alcoholic beverages and laughing at the occasional face Matt would make after taking a horrible birthday shot. Matt was turning 22 and he wanted to treat his birthday like he was still 21, so the horrible shots kept coming.
We had intended on staying just an hour or so, but ended up staying out for five. About halfway through the night, not realizing how much the liquor had affected me, I blurted out that we should take Matt to Sugars, the local strip club. I’d always heard wild stories about the place, and figured that this would be the perfect time to go.
My fiancé was somewhat nervous about going with me. He was much more sober than I was, so I’m sure the question of “What if she catches me looking at a girl’s boobs?” crossed his mind. But I was so excited and curious about going inside the strip club that I didn’t even think about the awkwardness that might come between the two of us.
As the eight of us approached Sugars I heard techno music coming out of the door. My heart started pounding. There was a $5 cover charge to get in, and of course my fiancé paid it for me. He’s such a gentleman, even when entering a “perverted” club.
The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the club was the foggy smoke that filled the building. The giant room was extremely dark. There was a bar in the center with men flocking around it, and neon signs everywhere provided most of the light. Eventually my gazed reached the large stage with its strobe lights and stripper poles. There were also a few side stages that I expected were for private dances. The DJ was on the other side of the club. He was higher up than the stage and could see the whole place. He knew all of the strippers by name and seemed to know their favorite songs to dance to.