There's a dancer at the club who's been in the business for about 19 years, she says. Let's call her Ms. Allman; she's a southern gal. She's the one who tipped me to the club in SC where I'll be working in February. Ms. A is in great shape, very trim and toned, with a reasonable boob job, probably a C cup. She's very feisty. This is the gal who called the creepy guy from earlier this week an asshole. Tends to be a bit of a motormouth, hustles guys at the pool table, and does incredible handstands and pole work on stage. She is very entertaining and definitely of the old school.

We were talking in the dressing room about different clubs, and she said she wouldn't dance nude. "That's mine, right there. I'm not showing it to anyone else," she said. Fair enough, we all have our boundaries.

On stage, she'll occasionally flip from the stage into a customer's lap, winding up upside down with his nose squarely in her asscrack. It's a fairly impressive and dangerous move. I have also seen her take an empty beer can from a customer, place it between her buttocks, and crush it. And she has also tucked her ankles behind her ears and set a customer's beer bottle on her crotch and balanced it there.

These are all things I would never consider doing topless, naked, or fully clothed. Yet I'm perfectly comfortable doing the splits buck naked. Well, we all have our boundaries.