The club door closed promptly at 1 a.m. It was locked, passworded, and the key was buried in the floor. It happened a couple of times a month and was always unannounced (to keep all those guys in the club). After hours a few of the rules went away and the panties just melted away. The girls were not allowed to do anything overly serious on the property, but the "no dating a customer rule" went away on those nights. I was playing my little "sippy cup game with my regs. They wadded up their money and threw it at the cup, and if it went in I allowed them to kiss the nipple of their choice. I was 21 years old, a serious college student working my way as best I could. I made a lot of friends, dated a few, and I screwed that pole for two years. I got my degree from school and a very different kind of degree from the club, and I have no regrets whatsoever. // Cathy