Later that same night I had a wardrobe malfunction after leaving the restroom.  The zipper had broken in the tap pants a few months prior so I had replaced it with a corseted style back.  I couldn’t get it laced back up so I went out into the kitchen to have my friend do it.  As I stood there leaning forward a little while my friend was behind me trying to figure it out, another guy stood beside us drinking a beer and watching.  At first he was kind of making conversation but then he stopped talking and just kind of hung around.  Again, I was thinking he was enjoying a beer near the pizza but thinking back he may have been one of those peepers.

A few months later my friend stopped working there so I no longer had a reason to go back.  Eventually the club changed owners and I’m not even sure if it’s still open.  I often entertain the idea of starting a club up myself.  I could see it now, zebra print everywhere, beautiful nudes on the wall, a portrait of Joel above the pool table, lots of vinyl furniture for easy clean up, and French maid outfits for the hosts…My patrons would enjoy their sex experience in a high class style with matching curtains, modern décor and, most importantly, no porn above the eating areas.