Rainbow Lounge, just outside of the Kelly Security Hill gate. Only sold cans, as bottles were used as weapons too often. Jukebox in the corner. Girls (and I use the term loosely) would ask for donations to play their songs.
There was this one over the hill chick that would get on stage, start dancing, and if no one came to tip her within 10 seconds, she would just start screaming. You once someone walked up to her with a tip, she would stop and keep dancing. Ten seconds later... AAAaaaaiiiEEEEeeeeed!!!!!
Originally Posted by BigGuy13
Went there often before heading overseas.
Me and the buddies were there having a great time when this heavy busted school teacher got up on stage. Jeez I was a big ole titty man so I was freaking mesmerized.
Swaying side to side in time with those big old beautiful boobies. Finally got up out of my seat and went up to pay my dollar.
She pulled me in for the obligatory motorboating and I was having a blast, the guys were cheering us on, so she went one better and flopped those monsters on either side of my head, resting them on my shoulders. Damn I was in heaven.
About that time I took a good breath and holy shit it stank! Goddamn titty cheese!!!
I was struggling to get out and she just pulled me in tighter as I reached behind me grabbing her breast and trying to flop them back over to the front so I could get fresh air (yeah I know, Rainbow Lounge and 'fresh' air).
The song finally ended and she released me and I staggered back to my seat with the guys cheering and splashing beer all around.
I plopped down onto the metal chair and chugged down my beer and one of my buddies leaned over to ask if I was ready for another. He then wrinkled his nose and said "Holy fuck what's that smell?" "Titty cheese" I answered. "Titty cheese."
I tried to wash my head and neck off in the men's room but there wasn't enough soap or water available.
To this day I start gagging at the smell of Parmesan and I dread Italian restaurants.
A good memory of the Rainbow Lounge was watching 'D' (one of the dancers) jill herself while sitting at a table across from me while the guy sitting next to her was oblivious. She often did that when she was bored. I liked it when D was bored.
True stories of a great strip club.