Sammy plunks himself into his favorite chair as he sits two lovely dancers on each of his knees. Both girls begin stroking and cooing fat Sammy with love tones. The boss orders another round of drinks for us and while conversing with me about the merits of a Las Vegas topless joint he begins to fondle the girls breasts and suck their nipples with no regard that he’s publicly doing what none of his customers are permitted to do. In retrospect, I should have named him Sammy the Pig. I learn something new wherever I visit a strip club and from every owner. Clearly, from Sammy, I get an indelible reminder of what I already know – “don’t dip your pen in the company inkwell…for others in your employ will do the same”Sammy struck out swinging without my throwing a single pitch…all because of his boorish behavior.

The bizarre story continues in Strip Clubs Exposed.