Strip Search - Route 69 (Patreon)

Type: Topless, Beer/Liquor

Safe haven.  Biker’s only.  Leave your shit at the door.  No waxers.

Donna’s Notes

Oooookaaay…  This was NOT a strip club.  Technically.   Oops

So Route 69, despite the name, is not a strip club, that’s my bad, I made an assumption.  Instead, it’s a biker bar that operates its entertainment on the slightly shadier side of things.

First off, Route 69 is a Safe Haven, meaning that all MC, RC and Outlaw club members are welcome, but any grievances need to be left at the door.  There’s even a yellow line painted 20 feet around the entire building showing where the bar’s peace starts.  Safe Haven means no picking fights, no threats, hell, even insults are given a hairy eyeball.  Bettie ‘Barb’ Chasti, the owner/manager, has taken a hard line over broken furniture, broken glasses and broken arms in the past and declared that anyone breaking her peace gets banned, along with their entire club.  This means the clubs take a hard line at playing nice, because Route 69 is the only bar within an hour in any direction that welcomes clubs.

Secondly, while this is not a strip club, there was plenty of action going on inside.  Barb has made it clear that any girl who’s willing to brave the pole is allowed on the stage, same goes for table and lap dancers.  While Route 69 does not hold an adult entertainment license, the fact that the police or EMT’s haven’t had to come down and haul anyone off in over five years means that what they don’t see won’t hurt them, and law enforcement is encouraged to turn a blind eye to keep the clubs happy.

Needless to say the bar has attracted a number of pretty girls with their own rides who are perfectly willing to be the entertainment for the evening for the right price.

Anyway, I wasn’t aware it wasn’t a strip club when I got there.  I walked in, still wearing the suit I had on from that day’s meetings right into a wall of leather and road dust.    I may have let my mouth get ahead of me, and MIIIIGHT have gotten into a tiny little dick swinging contest with a couple of Wreckers.

That also may have ended up with me losing a bet or two and swinging around the pole myself.  But even at 38, I know how to work a pole, and can still hold myself upside down for a few minutes by just my thighs alone.  That, plus covering a bar tab or two bought me enough goodwill.

Now, storytime’s over, let’s get to the fun.  So, Route 69 has no license for adult entertainment.  Meaning, it had no restrictions on what was permissible.  So when Angel (the dancer) not only encouraged some hands on treatment but demanded it, I was a bit surprised.  But I guess the show wasn’t just for me.  A lot of the bar patrons were watching and yelling suggestions during the entire dance.

The bar was not bad, assuming you don’t want a cocktail.  I asked Barb and she shook her head at me, very disappointed.  So, beer or straight spirits.  No wine, and no cocktails.  Despite that, the beers were good sized, and the spirits top shelf.  Route 69 knows its customers and takes care of them.

Needless to say, I did have a fun time, and have been invited back by a few of the Wreckers, assuming, I conform to the bar's dress code next time.  I need to get me some leathers.