It's like walking into the lion's den. But only two students have showed, and Pentecost beckons me to join them on the yoga mats that cover the small room. On my last visit to the Girls Room, Pentecost asks if I'll continue taking classes. What an understatement. What more could you want? That is why the entry fee to the venues might cost you more if you arrive with a cab. At Bagdad Club, you will get all the action live on stage and you also have a part to play.
If you like this story, consider signing up for our email newsletters. Notice: JavaScript is required for this content. Painfully aware of my thighs and feeling like the kid who has to make do with clothes from the lost and found, I awkwardly roll my pants above the knee and find a pole in the back row. By the end, though, they were asking her advice on sex positions and how they might be able to feel desirable again after years of marriage, work and childbearing. They're hair stylists, event planners and executive assistants who are tired of the same old gym routine; singles looking for self-confidence or some moves to show a new boyfriend; and wives and mothers who—between chasing toddlers and laundering spit-up-laden clothing—can't recall the last time they felt the least bit sexy. The full range of pole tricks and striptease classes, while fun for a weeklong novelty, aren't for me. A burly something man walks to the edge of the stage, tucks a few bills into her waistband and plunges his face into her breasts.
