released herself from the grip of even more nude women and walked over to Seven. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over to the group and introduced him to the crowd as her boyfriend. She went down the line and named each of the girls by her family name rather than her stage name. Tiffany Taylor was more than meets the eye.
“Tiffany, it’s so great that you’re here; he’s in his office,” said the dancer known professionally as Jasmine. There was no need to direct Tiffany to the office; she knew where she was going. As they walked to the rear of the building Seven had time to glance around the establishment. The walls were decorated with movie posters and enhanced photos of the featured dancers. Loud music blared from large speakers and strobe lights flickered and flashed throughout. It wasn’t that Seven had never been in a strip club before; after all, he was a navy veteran. Tijuana strip clubs are part of basic training for those stationed in or near the San Diego area. Somehow Joey D.’s seemed different from the other such places that he had been in. He took note of the posters on the wall and the overall décor of the building and then it hit him. He a took a long look at several of the performers on the various stages throughout the place. The ladies were all dancing excitingly to “Working for the Weekend.” They wore large hairstyles, neon bracelets and jewelry, and tall spiked heels. Everything in the room screamed of a time that Seven had not experienced personally but was familiar with. In a town full of seedy and high-end strip clubs, Joseph DeMarco had found a niche, a theme, a unique characteristic that set his establishment in a class by itself. Joey D.’s was the only all-eighties all-the-time gentleman’s club. The music, the décor, the fashion were all from the days of Reaganomics, Rubik’s Cubes, neon silk suits, and South Florida Cocaine Cowboys. Some of the dancers had gone well beyond the big hair, hooped earrings, and spiked heels and even chose to leave the shrubbery on their fields in true eighties fashion. It was easy for Seven to see why the place was filled with middle-aged males reliving the best days of their lives at 10 a.m. on a Wednesday.