Chapter 27

I was positive Scott’s first comment would be, “Why the hell does he want to go to a strip bar in the middle of the day?” When he heard my message asking if he’d meet me at Robby’s, and then he’d want to know why I even wanted to meet him at a strip bar in the first place. Of all the places in Seattle to meet somebody; a strip bar?

Starbucks—yes.

Strip clubs—no!

I don’t know if it was a good thing or not, but he hadn’t answered his phone, and I didn’t have to explain my reasons for meeting there. I just left him the message telling him I had some important information to share, and I needed him to call me as soon as possible.

I debated on going to the strip club without him, but as silly as this sounds, I wanted somebody with me. I hadn’t even gotten out of downtown when my cell phone rang. It was Scott. He apologized but there was no way he could meet me today, but he was free tomorrow afternoon. He did me a favor and didn’t grill me why I wanted to meet him at a strip club in the middle of the day. I gave him a time to meet me at Robby’s and he agreed.

I probably should hate to admit this, but I know exactly where Robby’s is located. I go there every couple of years. Being honest, I like to look at the various types of men who go to those places as much as I like watching the girls. Don’t worry, people. I go there mainly for the women, but there’s no question it’s a great place to watch the watchers.

In the past, I’ve always attended in the evenings, but since Walter said the woman in question usually worked days, I thought Scott and I should meet there around two in the afternoon. I always wondered what kind of perverts would hang out at a strip club on a bright sunny day, and it looked like I was going to have the chance to find out.

The next afternoon when I opened the front door at Robbys it was like walking into a dark cave, and the volume of the music felt like a wall. The music was so loud it literally felt like someone was pushing against my chest. Once I was inside, I waited behind a velvet-covered chain, and I stood there watching and waiting.

Eventually, a burly man in a rolled up short sleeve shirt with huge, exposed biceps, many tattoos, and half unbuttoned to show off his many gold necklaces barreled his way to where I was waiting. There’s something about the way men who lift heavy weights walk. Their arms don’t hang at their sides, they make semi-circles. It’s as if they’re bow- legged, except I’m talking about their arms and not their legs. The bouncer took my money and then unhooked the chain blocking my way. Because of the darkness of the room, it took several seconds for my eyes to become accustomed. I spotted a seat against a wall, and I waited for my eyes to become better adjusted.

An attractive scantily clad young woman with an excessive amount of makeup came to my table and took my drink order. The state of Washington has several antiquated, or just stupid laws about alcohol and sexual matters. One such law is you can’t have alcohol and nudity in the same area. Since the girls were nude when they were on stage, the only beverages allowed to be served are non-alcoholic. Even so, the price charged would make the average person think he was drinking top brand, 25-year-old single malt Scotch instead of watered-down Coca-Cola.

After my eyes became acclimated to the room I started looking around. I was surprised at how many men were there. It was quite a good crowd. Since I was a tad bit early, I wasn’t surprised Scott wasn’t there.

I watched an older Asian man sitting in the front row directly in front of the main stage. His chair was less than three feet from the stage, and he was leaning forward from the waist, his elbows resting on his thighs. Whenever one of the dancers was nude and would move so she exposed her crotch to his gaze, he’d move his head and body so he could see her exposed parts better. Most of the dancers just ignored him, performed their numbers and left the stage. One of the dancers was aware of his stare, and she adjusted her dance to aim it directly at him. She finished her dance by crouching down directly in front of him and slowly spreading her legs giving him a completely unobstructed view of her vagina.

When she finished, he clapped his hands, applauding wildly as he nodded his head. Just before she left the stage, he threw a bill on the stage, but it was too dark for me to see the denomination. It must have been substantial because when she picked it up and looked at it, she went back to him and crouched in front and as she blew him a kiss, she spread her legs again and moved a finger between her pussy lips a few times. She stood and quickly ran off the stage.

After she left the stage, the Asian fellow took off his glasses, removed a handkerchief from his back pocket, wiped his glasses and then his face. By the time the next dancer was ready to go, he had his handkerchief back in his pocket, his glasses on his nose, and he was ready to go. I could feel the grin on my face.

Sitting on my left was a young man in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. There was a very young, very tiny Asian girl sitting with him. From time to time, she’d dance for him and then sit with him. I use the word dance in a very loose way. It was more as if she’d rub her small body all over him for the length of the song. They were together the entire time I was in the club.

I was sitting at my table for a few minutes when a man entered, and as he walked past, I noticed both his front and his backside were flat. His face was flat, and he had no buttocks sticking out behind him. When you viewed his body from the front or the rear, he looked fairly normal, but when viewed from the side, it was as if he was made out of a rubber eraser.

The man was stocky, and he had virtually no neck. His head just disappeared into very broad shoulders. His appearance was fierce. I assumed he must be a regular, because as soon as he sat down, two girls came rushing over to him and hugged him. As the man took his seat, one of the girls went, got her drink and her cigarettes, and returned to sit with him. Both young women kept their hands on some part of his body while they sat with him. The one thing I noticed was when he talked, his face would light up in a smile, and his entire appearance seemed to soften.

Still looking around the room, I noticed some of the women were exposing their breasts to their customers when they danced directly in front of them at the private tables. This was unusual because it was illegal; normally when I saw them dance directly in front of a patron, they did not expose themselves during a lap dance. Also, they’d never let the men touch certain areas. Today, I watched as the girls would place an exposed breast against their face and allowed the men to suck on their nipples and fondle them under their panties. Occasionally, a girl would reach inside of a man’s pants and touch him. I was starting to realize there was a big difference between attending at night and during the day. It would appear the police didn’t come around during the day. It also explained the large crowd.

When I first sat down, a girl on my right was just starting to dance for a gentleman. For the next three songs, the young lady lay upon, rubbed, and fondled her customer, and allowed him to fondle her. I didn’t want to stare, but it looked like some of his fingers strayed inside her thong. During the entire third song, she just rubbed her bottom up and down in his lap, as firmly as possible. As the song was finishing, he reached out and grasped her hips, holding her tight against his crotch. When she finished, he paid her, then immediately pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. I tried not to laugh but wasn’t very successful. I don’t smoke, but I’ve heard a cigarette tastes great after you climax.

Because this was the first time I’d been in a strip club during the day I was surprised at the variety of women dancing. The last time I’d been in the club was late at night, and as I remembered there were mainly white girls with perhaps a token Black and an Asian thrown in. Today there were several Black gals, and a few different Asian races. I only saw two white women.

I looked up at the stage and there was a new gal just getting ready to dance. She was one of only two white dancers and at first glance, I thought she seemed a little heavy for a dancer, and then I realized what I was thinking was unfair. I’ve read somewhere overweight people are the most oppressed minority group. Many people think of overweight people as slowwitted. Few men seem to think of them as sexy. This stripper was tall, maybe 5’ 10”, and large, my guess was she was a good 35 to 45 pounds overweight. I was really surprised to see someone her size dancing. Perhaps Rubenesque was a more appropriate description than heavy.

The other thing I noticed about the lady was the way she stood. I’ve noticed that so many heavy women seem to stand slumped, round shouldered, their shoulders hunched forward.

This woman stood with her shoulders back and the look on her face seemed to tell the world she was large and in charge. After watching her for a while, I found her attitude sexy, and I thought she was extremely sensual. Her face was beautiful and my attitude about her changed.

Now it was her turn on stage and as she danced, she seductively exposed her ample breasts one at a time, but kept her front lower region clothed. She had a sexy bottom, and the thread of her thong disappeared between her full cheeks. I’ll admit her dance was sexy, and she really tried hard at being provocative. She succeeded. Of all the women I’d seen dancing today, she was by far the best. She was very erotic. It also appeared she was very popular, since when she wasn’t on stage, a lot of the men were asking her to perform lap dances.

One lady came by and sat next to me for a moment. She smelled just as exotic as she looked. She told me her name, but the music was so loud I couldn’t understand her. I spoke directly in her ear and asked her what her ethnic background was. She told me that she was half Vietnamese and half white. She was stunningly beautiful. Her breasts were small when compared to many of the rest of the dancers, and many would consider her a bit heavy in the hips, but her face was breathtaking. Just as she asked me if I wanted a lap dance, I saw Scott arrive. I smiled at her and asked her to come by a little later.

As she walked away, Scott slid in next to me. When he leaned over, I had to shout in his ear, as I told him I needed to talk to him. I could see by the look on his face he wondered how we were going to chat since it was so loud in the room. I motioned for him to follow me. When I stopped at the velvet chain, I asked the bouncer if we could come back in again, and he nodded.

Once we were outside, I explained to Scott everything I’d learned during my visit with Walter. He got a big kick when I told him about shouting the word faggot at Price and Hollis as they were putting me in the chopper. I told him about Lan, and how I believed the woman who just walked away when he arrived was the stripper I was looking for. Scott asked me why, so I explained when she asked me if I wanted a dance, I’d asked her about her ethnic background, and she told me she was half Vietnamese and half white.