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Stripping in the Time of Social Distancing

[Club Review]

Cowboy’s Showgirls

“Nude” with alcohol, in Lexington, KY.

8-19-20, Wednesday night, 8:30.

by Reviewer X

COWBOY'S SHOWGIRLS, stripclub review, Lexington, KY.
COWBOY’S SHOWGIRLS, stripclub review, Lexington, KY.

I had some media business to do in Lexington and wanted to see some naked girls and find out how the totally nude titty bars were faring there during this time. As a summer-of-2020 review of a stripclub during the Covid pandemic we’ll assume this is going to be a tame one.

How these poor ladies make a living in these dismal times I really don’t know. At Cowboy’s of Lexington there’s a $5 cover, they shoot you in the forehead with an airport temperature gun and you wear a mask when you come in and are seated. A sign on the table reminds you, but here as in many places often few heed the admonition.

A dancer called Hershey at Diva’s up the street (all black dancers, mostly) told me, through our masks, that when things were shut down earlier this year she was without work from mid-March until May, and it’s been slow since then. She’s a mom and a hair stylist also so that income helps, she said.

Anyways, here at Cowboy’s the dancers all were white tonight. I didn’t talk to any of them because none approached me and I expected a lot more than I got. For a $5 door cover and the inexpensive drinks — expected for Kentucky — I won’t complain much. I kept my mask on and kept to myself.

The friendly and courteous doorman got a $2 tip before wand-scanning me and the chubby little waitress who brought the short $3.50 bottle of water got the change from a five. So the visit cost me $12 before I had a chance to tip the girls any of the handful of ones that I’d asked the doorman for. Which I didn’t, unfortunately. The girls either paid attention to guys that approached them on stage to tip while standing next to the rail or else a small group flocked around this one old geezer at a table six-to-eight social-distanced feet to my left as I faced the stage. I was one of the few patrons who kept my mask so I just sat there, lonely at a table for four, holding my ones. There was maybe 25 people in the club — dancers, marks, bartender, doormen, all included. The staff were all white. Crowd looked almost half white, youngish, and then half black with the black guys sitting in tables towards the back. I saw one Paki-looking fellow sitting close to the stage to my right, getting up to tip and getting several face-to-boob smooshes. Then there was me, the only long-haired white dude there.

The room looked mid-sized, dark as I like it, 60 to 70 or so feet wide and almost 60 deep (unsure, it was dark), with two bars. Only one was open and serving. The stage is centered between the bars in back as you walk in and was small but long, kind of a zig-zagged elongated Z-shape, with two main poles and a set of them behind as a sort of barrier.

Music was mellow rock-ish and some hip hop, I think. The sound was unmemorable and didn’t impress me. None of the girls took off their bottoms, inappropriate for a nude stripclub. It reminded me of Potts Point, Sydney, where the girls were hot but wanted to get tipped really well before they’d show their goods (which they NEVER DID). I mean, they do know what they’re getting tipped for, don’t they? One of the girls here at Cowboy’s didn’t even show her tits. She was a pretty blonde, about 5-5, and wore a shirt that said “NO TIPS / NO TITS”. I sure as fuck didn’t tip her, and although someone might’ve I didn’t see anyone else do it either, not even the crusty old unshaven grey-headed geezer in shorts and a t-shirt who always had three or four dancers at this table. He’d been going up and shelling out money to the girls on stage but remained seated for her. And really on the looks scale she was a solid 6 or even a 7 in the right light. I would have been into it had she given me some motivation.

Most of the girls here were more like fives — pretty, mostly blonde and thin enough, but when the stage light caught their legs at an unflattering angle you could see some cottage cheese making an appearance. Cowboy’s definitely had small town talent. I stayed for about 10 or 12 songs. The girls danced mostly in pairs, another one arriving during the first girl’s second song. At one point a happy dancer looked drunk and got a bit friendly with her girl on stage, going in for the slow-dance embrace before they sank down to the floor and she began simulating cunnilingus before the other dancer cooled her off and got her to back away. That’s about the hottest the action got tonight that I saw.

By order of the governor all bars and restaurants in Kentucky must close currently by 10 p.m. due to Covid, so there’s that holding them back. I sympathize and think they’re heroic for even trying. But I expected more for a club in a city with a fair per-capita income and a good college population. Things could and should get wild in a place with a name like “Cowboy’s Showgirls”.

In all this is a nice club, not too divey, and looks to have potential. But tonight wasn’t really worth $12. I satisfied my curiosity. Once was enough. Maybe I’ll return after this pandemic is over and I can pick a girl for a private. I’m not sure if they even do that here because I didn’t see the dancers reeling in any marks. One move the girls did on stage was the boobs/face-smoosh when guys walk up and tip during a dance. That and the alcohol are novelties they don’t have back in California at nude stripclubs. Although as reported, the “nude” part at Cowboy’s has yet to be revealed.

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Archive Gallery/New Models Wanted (as always)

Pretty Girls

As described before, we at Les Revue strive to bring you the very best in mature entertainment for discerning adults. In doing so we are embarking on another Talent Search.

I’ve posted a gallery HERE of archival art photos as an example of the talent we seek. They’re not porn stars or sex workers (although there’s nothing wrong with that) — they’re models and performance artists, as well as girls sourced from the community that wanted to fulfill a need to try something exciting.

New girls looking for a modeling gig can contact us HERE.


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Do you like to gamble?

[strip club review]

Dames & Games

2259 E Washington Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90021

by Reviewer X

I showed up at Dames & Games early on a Saturday night, 9 p.m. November 16, after I’d made a first-time exploratory trip to Gold-Diggers on Santa Monica Boulevard only to find out it hadn’t been stripping for three years now and was a boutique dive bar instead of the stripclub it gave off the vibe of due to its looks from the street. I’d also stopped by The Playpen on South Santa Fe Ave. to do a first-time visit before coming here but although Playpen looked high-end it appeared dead and too well-lit so the $20 cover didn’t feel like a good investment. So I opted not to go in and came to this place instead.

Online the cover was listed as $10 but the doorman standing in the entry asked for $15, and wouldn’t budge — friendly but firm as he scanned my i.d. card under the desk light. I probably sounded like a total cheapskate straight out’o the gate and catching a glimpse of the girl at the desk beside him she wasn’t impressed. I told him this club’s cover was listed on TUSCL as $10. “The cover charge is fifteen dollars,” he cheerfully repeated. “We’re not the Spearmint Rhino, sir.” After I paid he told me the door charge gets me a pat down. He then asked me to turn around and face the door so he could make sure I have “no weapons of mass destruction,” as he gave me a brief frisk and ran the electric wand over me.

I got an $8 bottle of Corona with no lime from the sports lounge in back and tipped the female bartender $2 even though she took her sweet time finding my eyes to serve me. There was a medium-sized crowd of marks, I’d say, mostly in the bar area and not around the stage. This is a larger club, mind you, and it was still rather early in the evening. I saw two main rooms, one being the sports bar in back and the larger stage room in front. The stage itself is big and curvy with three poles in its center space. The club has a well maintained appearance and seems high-end and it’s just dark enough, which I like. The girls this night were alright looking, mostly fives, and would go on singly or two at a time, sometimes three. A few were slightly on the more chunky side, some less. Okay I honestly wasn’t that impressed with any of them except Lola. Not too into some of the chubbies with pear-shaped asses I saw but whatever, to each their own. They probably have their regulars too.

Then out of nowhere Lola appeared. Swooping in with blonde hair and thin lips, young and very pretty in a natural girl-next-door way, maybe 5-4 or so, slender but firm, she sauntered over from my 10 o-clock and without asking wordlessly slinked her way onto my lap, stealthily planting her ass and legs on my thigh and reclined against the sofa next to my shoulder with her face inches from mine. She moved like a cat mounting her favorite branch of a tree. ‘Very nice,’ I thought, ‘this girl is good.’ Her right butt cheek was pressing down on my dick now and as we talked I felt the beginnings of a boner. I wiggled it shamelessly under her weight.

Lola and I embarked on the smalltalk chitchat. I told her I was new in town and where I was from. Turns out we’re both from the same Southern California county. We talked about… what else did we talk about at first, again? I think she might have said something about her school, although I could be conflating this with another stripper at another club. Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have waited two weeks to write this review. She definitely told me she’d been dancing for a year and listed a string of L.A. strip clubs but said she works at D&G because here she can drink. I think she told me the club is somehow affiliated with the Spearmint, although if she said it was owned by them I don’t exactly recall so I won’t quote her. This immediately reminded me of a great long semi-private lap dance I’d been given from an Hispanic dancer at the downtown Rhino fifteen years ago for $75 where there was LOTS of action/mileage. The girl actually took my hands and placed them on her bare tits and thonged ass at the start of the dance when she sat on me. It was a shocker being from super uptight San Diego like I was.

Lola said the price for her privates at D&G that night was $140 for I think four songs. I asked her what that included and she said I could touch her as she looked towards the front of her body. I was already slowly giving this kitty cat a fingertip massage up and down her left butt cheek, back and thigh. “But,” she said, “the bikini stays on.” Sounds sneaky in retrospect. I think she then mumbled something offhand about the local ordinances right now. We talked a while to see if I’d warm up. Eventually she came down to $25 for a one-song dance, which from her tone of voice was her final offer. I eventually declined saying I didn’t want to lead her on thinking I would but was actually really enjoying her being there even if it was for a sales pitch. How often does an old geezer in his mid-fifties get a young hottie to spread her ass on his leg unless you’re a gym teacher or some kind of monger? This felt normal. I asked Lola what her ideal job would be as she reclined on me as a chair. She replied straight away, “To be a billionaire who didn’t have to work.” She didn’t say ‘actress’ or ‘model’; she’s a real Angeleno and not naive.

I told her that she felt good while we bided our time to see if I’d bite. She really did — all young and lean. She purred that I did too, and asked when I was born. When I told her, approximately, she replied with hers and my astrological signs, and said we were a good match. Judging from how well this hot bitch’s ass fit my hip and thigh I was tempted to accept this as more than just stripper talk, but hey I’d only had less than one beer and been in the club for like ten minutes. I then offered, “Maybe we should date?” She nodded, smiling while giving good direct eye-contact. This baby was really working her mark. (Glad I wrote notes as I left the bar because I’d forgotten about that detail.) Maybe I should have taken a chance on that one-song dance, in retrospect. But then I impulsively asked if I could get her phone number and she expressionlessly replied, “Yes, if you get a private.” That was when I asked her for the prices ($140) and what’s allowed.

All in all she was a fine looking sweetie but I told her I didn’t want to lead her on because I wasn’t going to do that. She tried again for a one-song $25 dance but I said no. I felt sorry for her and we talked bit more before she moved on, looking at me annoyed now as she got up from my lap. I wished her luck and said, “Make lot’s of money!”

So, sadly, sport fans, this cheap date didn’t get any play from the lovely Lola. I hope she scores there. Los Angeles can be expensive for a girl like her if they don’t have a sugar daddy. The artist class in this town is starved out by ultra high rents and no one comes here expecting to ‘Make It In Hollywood’ anymore. Even the porn industry has left town due to over-regulation. There’s still some good times to be had though, if you feel you have disposable cash. On a different night I might’ve gambled on more than a lapdance with lovely Lola at Dames & Games.

[words and photos by the mysterious Reviewer X]

Do you like games?
Do you like games?
Dames & Games, within the westbound noise field of the I-10 freeway.
Dames & Games, within the westbound noise field of the I-10 freeway.