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Chameleon wildest strip club in the Saint Louis Metro East? Chameleon even outdid the Dollies Playhouse because it broke all the rules.

Chameleon wildest strip club due to Tommys sense of humor

“The Wild Times Magazine”, what do you want to do with it? Read it or wipe your ass with it?” Tommy asked me after putting a rack of “Wild Times” magazines next to his strip club’s shitter.

Tommy totally transformed Chameleon wildest strip club in the Saint Louis Metro East into being the most outrageous night club you could ever imagine. Because Tommy was totally outrageous. Tommy broke just about every law in Illinois short of robbery and murder.

Tommy reveled at presenting himself as the king of sleaze.

And as a man totally devoid of principles and tack. Like Jack Nicolson playing the joker in Batman, Tommy was the very incarnation of evil. And loved playing his part with as much gusto as a Laurence Olivier playing Richard the Third.

My pal, young Howard, the lawyer and I oftentimes toasted the Chameleon’s strippers, “We love fucking whorehouses.” And even though it was the strippers shouted back to us, and “we love working for one.”

Chameleon wildest strip club in Washington Park Illinois — Tommy’s wife to my right. Philip 21 behind me sitting next to Krystal. Amy in the back row.

But whereas Tommy played the bad cop, his wife played the good cop. Buying drinks for all the girls. While getting totally shitfaced.

Chameleon wildest strip club in the Saint Louis Metro East earned its reputation due to its not even having a liquor license. Because it operated as a private club keeping and selling alcohol for members only.

I was of course one of Chameleon’s most revered members. As well as any one of my friends accompanying me into the club.

Notice that I’m wearing my alpha productions jacket. On the jacket’s right side is a picture of the alpha wolf. On its left, my name, “Jack Corbett” and beneath that is the url of my web site http://www.alphapro.com To my left is Jade who is hugging Candy. Although Candy is working for Chameleon, Jade’s not. When the picture was taken Jade was most likely working at Dollies. As for Candy, one week she might be working for Dollies, the next week she’d be working at Chameleon. It goes without saying that Tommy considers Jade to be one of his private club’s customer members. The canned beer came from the Clark Gas Station down highway 111 from Chameleon.

I would oftentimes bring stripper friends of mine from other clubs to Chameleon.

For example, Selena and Angie from Visions, Jade from Dollies, and Nipples from C-Mowes which was next door to Chameleon.

But the girl who would become my best friend of them all was Angel, who loved Tequila and oftentimes shouted out at me, “Jack, get your fucking bony ass over here and buy me a fucking tequila!”

And how could I refuse? Angel was the prettiest girl at the Chameleon. While every time I’d buy her one of her fucking tequilas she would buy me a drink.

But one day while I was having lunch at Applebees, which was less than a mile from my Collinsville apartment a beautiful girl came up to my table all smiles. The girl showed no signs of being a stripper at Chameleon wildest strip club in the Saint Louis Metro East or being a stripper anywhere else.

The girl looked as clean cut as any high school cheerleader and just about as young. A well dressed man in his twenties stood behind her.

The young girl turned out to be Angel. The young man, her boyfriend. It didn’t take long after that for Angel and I to start going out together. About then I would often run into her boyfriend lurking close to Chameleon, who turned out to be not nearly as clean cut as I had made him out to be at Applebees.

One night I passed David as he was lurking around near the club. When he asked me, “Did you fuck Angel?”

Krystal and me doing a publicity stunt for Chameleon. I had Angie from the upper scale Visions gentlemens club join me at Chameleon as my photographer. Notice that I brought my laptop with me. Krystal and I are playing the parts of two hedonistic Romans 2000 years ago when very public orgies were routine. There was no money involved whatsoever as we played out this stunt. In my latest book, Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer, I keep contending that most of my stripper friends are wanna bee actresses. At the time Angie took these pictures, I was the only guy bringing laptops and digital cameras into strip clubs. The opportunity for them to play their parts was far more important to them than money.

I was totally appalled and disgusted with David. And didn’t reply one way or the other. Because I never had sex with most of the Chameleon girls.

And if I ever did, I never paid a single one of them. Barbie had visited me at my apartment several times. Once for a full scale photo shoot. And so had Krystal and Candy. As had Tessie. And Angel many times. I had even climbed up the steps of Monks Mound with Tessie to do an off the wall video mocking Beater.

Candy posing for my camera at Chameleon wildest strip club in Washington Park — Candy posing for me at Chameleon wildest strip club in Washington Park, Illinois

It was no big deal for me to go out with the Chameleon girls after Chameleon closed. While Tommy and his wife gave me carte blanche to see the girls whenever I wanted.

Although Tommy fined his girls at every opportunity. For coming late to work their shifts, or the smallest violation of his rules. He never viewed me as one of his customers. Because by this time we had become friends and partners in crime. Due to my often doing liquor runs for him to the Clark Gas Station. Or my doing a web site for him free of charge.

But after Angel kicked David out of her house and David kept trying to get in her front door I gave a can of Pepper Spray to Angel

Angel nailed David right in the face with the pepper spray I had given her that night.

The pepper spray stopped David in his tracks. But less than one week later he murdered his best friend by stabbing him in the face with a screwdriver.