Sunday Night in San Jose – Shark Watch

Latina Stripper

A couple of friends and I had just finished "doing" Arcadas, and it was still rather early. We wanted to go someplace else, but since it was Sunday, there weren't that many options.

We decided to check out Alcazar. We had all been there before and had a fair idea what it was all about. The drink prices (for us, not for the girls) were reasonable and the dancers were attractive. We were a little surprised when the doorman (dressed in a tux!) asked for a cover charge of $8 for 3 mixed "house" drinks or 2 beers. They used to let me in free. But the cover wasn't outrageous and when I got my drink I could actually taste the rum! Will wonders never cease?

The deal at Alcazar is it's a good place to just sit and watch girls dance and have a cocktail. If you want to do more than that... all I can say is it's YOUR MONEY!

Having come from Arcadas where a half hour of full service costs a bit less than $30, we weren't that interested in a 15 minute private dance for the same price. The girl who told me the prices let us know that "extra" service (of some kind, I suppose it depends on the girl) was available, but it would require a "propina" (tip). I'm not a 15 minute man and I had the feeling the tip for anything good (as I define it!) would be more than I wanted to pay.

Girlie drinks were $10 and for that you got the girl to sit with you for maybe 10 minutes of grope time. I guess that's standard, but considering the prices for anything more were a bit, ah, high... I wasn't going to bother.

Alcasar at Night in Barrio Amon

But we were enjoying the dancers and watching the other girls parade around in their cute little skimpy outfits. At the table right in front of us were a guy and one of the dancers, who was doing her best to entertain her client.

She reminded me of another dancer I knew from years ago, so I paid a little more attention than I might have.

As the night went on, I noticed how drunk the guy was getting. The girl wasn't getting drunk though. She definitely had her wits about her. She and the waiter were working together like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. She was going through drinks like... well like she was getting paid to go through them. She dinged the drunk for about 3, then took him by the hand back for a private dance. The cash register was chiming like Big Ben. They came back out and she yelled for the waiter, who had been a tiny bit slow re-surfacing after the private dance.

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By now the guy was too drunk to sit up straight, but the lovely lady kept him awake the best she could. She dragged him back into the private room a second time and when they came out the girl barely had enough time to order another drink before the guy passed out. Damn, I could almost hear her thinking, there goes my gold mine.

She tried her best to resuscitate him, but he was as unwakeable as Elvis. She and the waiter seemed enraged by this, and began pushing him rather roughly. They tried to get him up and out of the club, but he was still unwakeable. The guy wasn't tiny, and they finally gave up. The doorman wouldn't have been much help, since he wasn't much bigger than the girl, and besides, he probably didn't want to mess up his tux.

By my rough (and conservative) estimate, he had bought her at least 4 drinks ($40) and two private dances ($60). I'd be surprised if he even remembered the private dances and last few drinks. He spent at least $100 on her and who knows how much getting himself shit-faced.

All in all, it wasn't pretty to watch, but I watched it anyway. After all, it was Sunday night. Not much going on...