Since I'm typically in clubs I'm not familiar with, I'll take a quick scan around to get a quick run down of what's available on shift. The other day, for instance, I was in club at around 5 or 6 in the afternoon during the mid-shift. Day girls were already gone, so there was a good chance the more creative dancers had moved on. The dances were cheap, so I picked a few girls and let them go to work while I did a quick check in the common LD area. No VIP there. Nothing too exciting going on. Made a mental note to show up no later than 3 if I drop by again while in town. The mids were good enough to hold my attention for a drink or two if I pass on the day girls, and gave pretty good topless dances for $10.
But sure there's a bit of "etiquette" to it. Normal stuff. Don't stare. I try not to make eye contact with other customers because I've had way too many strange conversations in the VIP. Don't speak unless spoken to. Which would mean one of the guys is in the wrong, since you noticed the irony. One of the clubs I used to visit had a VIP room with torn up cafeteria chairs against the walls of an otherwise empty 8x10 room. Kind of place where the DJ used to walk around giving guys high fives and selling condoms while the dances were going on. One of the funniest things about the whole scene was watching the faces of the noobs when they'd walk in for a dance and saw what was going on.
Story time. A chat had way too many times in that room with my favs going to work..."How do I get what you're/he's getting?". First things first, there's a time and a place for everything. That's not the time to ask. So in places like that, management and others are no big deal. No news there. Other places maybe it's only the staff who are an issue. Like others have said, it depends. Is LE there watching? Maybe, but how often does the guy get pinched if they decide to shut things down? Dancers narcing out other dancers? Same deal. If you end up down a dancer that's on her.
At the 8x10 VIP, had more than one occasion where everything else stopped to watch the action in my spot. Oddest time I can remember was my fav bucking so hard with eyes closed that the front legs on the chair was jumping off the floor. My hands were on her back, gripping through sweat, just trying to keep her from flying off. When she finally paused to catch her breath, you could have heard a pin drop if it wasn't for the music out front. One stripper was sitting cross legged about three feet away, slack-jawed, bare ass on THAT floor. Customer sitting by her, cock out, staring at me. Similar stares all around the room.
Oh well. I bring my eyes back around to her, she smiles and keeps on going...