Club Erotica, Adam and Eve, Geisha House

Driving back from a very useful "business" meeting in gorgeous Burlington, VT we stopped at a place we pass basically every week on our trips to the states. It's a little place in St. Athanas about halfway to the St. Philipsburg border crossing. It was one large building

Let's roll the tape back to about 9:00 PM in Burlington, VT. We've just had a delicious dinner and were ready for our trip back home. We had discussed stopping there a few times, and had come to the decision not to go. I had said it would be a terrible experience for me and the guys being the gentleman they are, were content to go straight home. We had dressed up for the dinner (guys in 3 piece suits, moi in a nice fc dress) and were considering whether or not to change out of nice dress for the ride home. J went to the back of the car looking for his clothes and I said, "But we should stay dressed like this." A and J were like "hunh?" And then I said, "Yeah, I wanna go to this strip club." The guys who seemed set on going straight home were now very happy to make a pit stop along the way home. We set out for the drive. As soon as we passed the border, we started looking for this place. We do drive by it everytime we leave the city, but all the towns along that road look the same at night... We did not spot the place for a very, very long time.

Walking up the uber-sketchy stairs to Club Erotica I was so nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I really had to wee from all the water I had at the banquet. The boys grabbed a seat, I swang round to the bathroom. When I came back, I got a drink and had a seat with my fellas. There was a screen playing porn right behind me and a few men sitting at the bar. At some point, these two women started circling our table like hawks. I was so uneasy, so uncomfortable I just didn't know what kind of face to put on. One of the women squatted next to A and the other put a towel down on the chair next to me and sat down. They asked where we came from, what we were up to, where we lived... Then they started to direct all their attention to me.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"
"No."
"You seem like you're the kind of girl who would be curious about it though."
"No."
"Are you sure? We could give you a little dance."
"I'm Ok."
"Are we making you uncomfortable?"
"Yes."

Ok so for a strip club, this place was empty. The two guys at the bar had now disappeared into the stalls for the Lord knows what kind of entertainment. The stage was empty, and these two girls were casually chatting us up. Realizing they wouldn't get anywhere with me, they started to chat up the boys. This is when I really started to respect the guys because they were so much more comfortable than I was in this situation, and spoke to these women with genuine respect. They were having casual conversation with these women. The girls were obviously not used to this (potentially being used to being treated like objects) and quickly decided to just let us be and enjoy our drinks just the three of us.

By the time I got home, I realized that if I ever decided to go back to Club Erotica, I would be much more comfortable. The overall experience was fun and definitely educational and I would recommend Club Erotica to anyone driving past it, just to get a taste of the most sketchy establishment I have ever frequented in my life...