It was a weekday night in December of 1992. I had the night off from my usual work at the Sun Radio Network, and I had turned 21 a three months before.
And having turned 21, I had a brainstorm. When I was a kid, my parents had taken me to Tampa Bay Buccaneers games a few times during the fall back in the early 1980’s. While my dad waited to get back on Interstate 275 on Dale Mabry Boulevard, we would pass this odd place called the Mons Venus. This place only had about ten parking spaces and it seemed to need about 100 with the overflow traffic it seem to get. Of course, I had to wonder what went on at this place. So years later, I would find out it was one of the top strip clubs in town.
After paying a $20 cover, a woman approaches you wearing lingerie, asking if you want to dance. She seems to demand your eye contact, but all you can see is a couple of women dancing around this pole wearing absolutely nothing. I pass on the first couple of women until a third women approaches me, asking me the same thing. So, I figure I’d better find out what this dancing was about. I sort of knew from my friends of the time, but sometimes, there is what you think you know, and there is what you know from personal experience.
Cue Nancy Sinatra.
I was taken to this couch, shared by other men and women. The men were wearing clothes, the women were wearing anything but. Suddenly, I felt like a kid in a candy shore. Definitely more women naked per square foot, inch, yard, whatever than I had ever seen in my life to that point. Women of all shapes and hairstyles, on their heads and a little farther down (never had seen a women without pubic hair prior to that night, now a days you’re more likely to see a woman without it than with it), and the only word I can think of was wow. The woman who lap-danced on me was a brunette of medium build, and cautioned me not too get too excited.
Now, a lot of men have no problem…um…climaxing in these places. I never got close to doing that in a strip club, and that probably was a good thing. I haven’t been to a nudie bar for over a decade. Why pay for the simulation of sex when you can date and get more for less? It was just a fad my life went through.