Lipstix

A few years back I went on the road with a good bud of mine.  We were promoting an assortment of web sites and had a bona fide, work-related reason for visiting strip clubs every night.  We were on a centerfold search!  

We were looking for a strip club run by a fella named Jeremy that was supposed to sit on the Nebraska/Iowa state line. That proved difficult, since the state line is the Missouri River. We crossed the bridge into Iowa and followed a sign for "casino"... thinking we might ask casino type folk about the location of the strip club. A feisty fifty-something blonde named Karen overheard me asking at the door, came over and gave me directions to the "best litle tittie bar in Iowa"... a place she said she owned. "I'll meet ya there" she shouted from her white Cadillac. How could I refuse.

When we got there 2 girls named Trina and Roxy (above) were sitting at the bar, looking bored and lamenting it being a Monday. Behind the bar was Rachel, with a great smile, a good head on her shoulders, but no apparent desire to leave the place where she was born. Ogre was a 6 foot 6, 400 hundred pound, baby-faced good ole boy, just a few years past his small-town football hero prime. He was obviously there to bounce the occassional tittie toucher, but was trying to graduate up to the higher-paying, less violent work behind the bar.

Karen had apparently called ahead and said that we should be taken care of.

We had ourselves a real good time at Lipstix in Council Bluffs, Iowa.

Great people watching there.