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My boys and I went to Vegas for a long weekend, and seeing as one of our buddies is getting married in a couple of months, we decided to surprise him with a visit to the Spearmint Rhino.

After a bit of research and some arguing amongst ourselves about a month before the trip, we decided to buy the $700 bachelor/bottle service special. So the night finally arrived. We hopped in the limo at our hotel at around 11:00PM on a Saturday night. I did tip the limo driver upon our arrival at the club. I'm curious to see what people would tip a limo driver for a short ride with seven guys. I tipped him $15.

When my buddy made the reservation, he did ask if there was room to negotiate on the table, ie, could we get the table for the price of one bottle ($350) instead of two? My buddy said the guy laughed at him and said they weren't exactly hurting for business. (We were going on a Saturday night.) So anyway we paid the $700 and we did get to go in the back door after waiting just a few minutes.

We go in the club and they take us down the hall by the black curtained champaign room(?), past the crowded main floor to a smaller room with a small stage and a bar. Our table was a low, curved couch that was just big enough for the seven of us, with two small tables (more like ottomans) pushed together to hold our bottles (Ketel 1 and Crown Royal) and half dozen different mixers, glasses, and a separate stand for a large ice bucket with a stupid-ass ice scooper that was hard to work with (we had ice all over the floor the whole night because of that damn scooper). Three different cocktail waitresses did a good job of replacing the ice and empty mixers, clearing glasses, etc). (After a while, a couple of my buddies declared that we should cut down on giving drinks to the girls who came over to talk to us because they would only take a few sips and our alcohol was was running out fast).

One other thing about the club. It was just a bit too dark. I understand you don't want 1000 watt overhead fluorescents at a strip club, but just a tiny bit more light would have been good so we could properly see the girls.

I was pretty sober to start the night. The girls were super hot, I have to say. I saw one of my buddies across the room chatting with two young, tight girls with super nice racks. He brought them over to our couch and told me he bought us each a $20 lap dance. They left their tops on. After the first song, they were pretty aggressive about letting us know they wanted to give us another lap dance. My buddy didn't want it, but I told him I would buy them, but I told the girls if I was buying a second dance, I wanted them to take their tops off. There was a lot of confusion and negotiating, but eventually they did take their tops off. Beautiful tits. Beautiful. I love nothing more than nice size young tight tits rubbed in my face, and the girl dancing on me rubbed her hard nipple across my nose and lips at the very end and it was a beautiful thing I have to say. They then proceed to act all weird and like they didn't understand what was going on with the money situation, they also had thick eastern European accents. The one girl had collected money for the both of them, and the one acted like she didn't understand that. My buddy and I later figured they were trying to work an angle on us. Anyway, they did get another $10 tip each from my buddy. So we got taken a bit there. Two girls for two songs for $100 within a few minutes of arrival. We were still trying to figure out the scene.

So I proceeded to sit and chill with the guys and have a couple of drinks and the first few girls who came over I proceeded to ask how things worked. A few of the girls were cool and would just let us know the score. $20 lap dances at the couch. $100 3 song dance in a somewhat private cubicle and $200 dollars for half an hour, $400 for a full hour, etc.

My buddy who was getting married almost immediately agreed to go for a half hour dance with the first dancer who came over and he was gone over an hour. I think he had a pretty good time, but he later mentioned that it may have been smarter to wait awhile to get the lay of the land, figure out how things work, etc.

So after a while, this great girl comes over to me, sits real close and starts rubbing my leg, grazing my junk with every stroke and starts talking to me with this great spanish accent. She had been talking to my buddies and they told her what I did for a living and she was interested in talking to me about that. We got to talking about working for money versus doing what we love, and she said a few things to me that surprised me and let me know she was really listening, and she told me she hated what she did, that she has to do this. She told me I was cute, and when I gave her a smile, she says "oh you already know that." It was a nice conversation, this girl is young, smoking hot, has a beautiful smile, a great personality, she's smart, passionate and is talking me up in a perfect way (I like a bit of a mind fuck). She climbs on my lap and starts giving me this beautiful dance and I figured maybe my buddies paid her to give me a dance, I was surprised how much time she was giving me, just talking and she gave me a couple dances without asking for money and I decided this would be the girl I would buy extra dances from. She complemented me on the cologne I was wearing (which was cologne I spritzed on provided gratis in the men's room LOL). I was very conflicted about whether I should buy the $200 half hour or the $100 three song. Obviously the half hour is more bang for the buck, but I was on a pretty tight budget. I had noticed that a lot of the guys at the table next to ours were getting very hands-on dances, so I opted for the $100 three song dance. The girls had all let me know that in the private dance spaces, you could get very hands-on. At the time I thought $100 for three songs worth of second-base tit groping and leg stroking was a good deal, and it would leave me some extra money for the next couple hours we were going to be there.

The girl I was getting the dance from told me before we went to the private space that I should tell the club I had paid for bottle service, then I would not need to but two extra drinks ($50) when we got in the little cubicle. So we both go to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before the private dance (I sprayed on another dose of burberry cologne and of course tipped the bathroom attendant). I meet the girl and we walk together to the bouncer at the door to the private space. The deal is I am to hand her the $100 in front of him, he turns on a flashlight and watches the money exchange hands. The girl is saying something about drinks and blah blah blah and I thought she was cuing me to let the guy know we have bottle service, so I tell him. The girl says "No, tell the waitress not this bouncer." Well she and the bouncer exchange looks and it seems like maybe I did something wrong there. (This is also the time she collects $40 for the two couch dances I mistakenly thought my buddies had bought me.)

The girl then takes me by the hand and we go into this little hallway with little dividers set up, it's a pretty tiny space, we have to step over legs of patrons and dancers to get to an available cube. We get settled in and a waitress comes and we let her know I have bottle service and there's a bit of a disagreement, my girl is standing up for me, the waitress is a bit huffy and says she's going to have to check with Jeff about it. The waitress takes the drink I had come in with and walks out. I'm all like "Who's Jeff? Is that the bouncer?" The girls says "I don't know." Anyway, she then starts the dance.

It was all very nice. She let me touch her all over. I just stroked her skin, and felt up her perfect natural breasts as she ground into my crotch in a few different positions. I gave her a couple nice bear hugs, wrapping my arms around her and it all felt real good. She gave me a tiny peck on the lips toward the end and I gave her a few light kisses on the neck. I asked if could touch her "here" and snaked my hand to her crotch and just touched lightly over the panties. She said it broke her own private boundary but it wasn't a problem. All in all, it was a perfect three song dance. I have to say, for my own reasons, I've been in a bit of a dry spell sexually, so this little experience felt extra special good.

After the three songs, she tells me I need to tip her real good because she has to tip the bouncer. Not knowing what a good tip is in the this situation, my sleep-deprived, drunk, horny mind decides $20 ought to do it. As we're leaving, I see her hand a bill to the bouncer, and I was confused. Did she just have to hand the $20 to the bouncer?

I wondered afterwards if she was in trouble for encouraging me to skip the two-drink private dance minimum. Is that why she had to hand the bouncer the $20 (if that's what she handed him. It occurs to me now she may have pocketed the twenty and handed him a smaller bill).


Afterwards, I very very very seriously debated hitting the atm ($30 surcharge) for another $200 and going back with her for a half hour. It was extremely tempting. I talked it over with a few of my buddies, had a couple more drinks. It was funny because throughout the night, my buddies would just disappear for an hour at a time and come back with their shirts unbuttoned and mind-blown looks on their faces.

We all spent more than we figured we would, but we had a great time. One guy actually stuck to his budget, which was $150 (not including the $100 we had each paid for bottle service ahead of time). I spent $300 and I think my other buddies spent $400 and up from there.

I'm still conflicted about my decision to go with the $100 three song instead of the $200 half hour. At first, all I wanted was to grab some tit. But at the end of that three songs, I felt we were just getting warmed up. We possible could have made out and had a lot more fun in the half hour. But then again, do I really need mind to be all fucked up trying to sort out what was "real" and what wan't if I had gone for the full half hour?

I also started to get paranoid that I hadn't tipped my girl enough (I'm awfully neurotic in general). I kept looking for her for the next couple hours but never saw her again. I was thinking I would give her another $20 for a better tip because she was so amazing, and I was feeling bad she had to tip the bouncer. (Though in retrospect, I'm hoping she gave him a smaller tip, but at the time I was convinced she had had to give him the full $20).

Towards the end of the night, we were all feeling pretty satisfied and on our last couple rounds of drinks, were getting a few $20 grope jobs at our couch. A hot black chick boldly marched up to me, didn't say anything, grabbed my hands and just started rubbing my hands all over her body, and gave me a great dance, except at one point, I was squeezing her boob and I felt her implant move under my hand. I didn't like that at all, it felt weird. Afterwards, she asked if I was okay, I guess I had a weird look on my face. I think that's the first fake pair I ever touched and I very much like the natural tits better.

It was extremely difficult to get out of the club at about four am. We had come in the back door, had no idea where the front door was, we were trying to find our way around the super crowded main floor and just kept getting split up as these amazing hot young strippers kept engaging us in conversations, pulling us apart from each other, etc. I would look out over this extremely dark main room and rarely have I seen such a scene of debauchery. Literally dozens of girls writhing topless on men, getting their tits felt up. Oy, what a scene.

Finally we got out of there, and I'm still excited by it. My buddies and I of course talked and talked about our experiences the next day, and I have been trying to figure out more about the behind-the-scenes to get my mind around the mind-fuck of the game these girls throw at us that works so damn well. I also want to know how much they have to pay the other staff in tips, etc.