Big Trouble in Detroit

Had a few days in Detroit that got blown because of a visit to the Flight Club. Stopped in at 4pm on Wednesday coming from the airport. Between 4-6:30pm got some nice dances, tipped the stage dancers nicely and had two vodka tonics. To the club's credit, not a watered down drink. But not a drink that made me drunk, certainly not at two over the course of 2.5 hours. Over the next hour I drink a bottle of water and meet Brandy (thedirty.com/gossip/detroit/jetai-pippin…) who essentially promises me the world, very convincingly. We go upstairs for a dance to see how it goes, and it goes hot and heavy quickly but she is happy taking all the time we want there (all the while she is working hard at negotiating some heavily priced OTC). She ducks out once because her name is called for the stage, and ducks out a second time to get us drinks. Yeah, I know, big mistake letting a dancer handle my drink--while the suspicion was there, the little head was doing more of the thinking. So at this point I am not drunk at all - having been 1.5 hours since my second drink of the day. But after two sips of the drink Brandy brought in, she wants to leave the club (with me) and I'm: okay. I notice once I'm out of the VIP booth (which are nice- comfortable oversized arm chair and heavy curtains affording good privacy) that I am missing a large sum of money, I ask the bouncer if I can go back in the booth and look, and I do with him and find nothing. Then the rest of the night is a TOTAL BLANK. From then 8:00pm until waking in my hotel room (which I hadn't even checked into yet) at 10:00AM the next morning (and I habitually wake at 5am!). My bags (which were in my rental car still parked at FC) are in the room and clothes are hung in the closet. The ice bucket bag is filled with empty hotel water bottle and coffee cups). I wake up in bed wearing my underwear.

I try to retrace my steps, but like I said, the 14 hours are a total blank. Brandy (check the link for pics and details) apparently drove me from Flight Club AND THEIR VALET GAVE HER MY RENTAL CAR KEYS. I guess I am lucky the only thing she took was money (it was plenty but I've had bigger losses in the market...and much bigger gains for that matter- b!+(h ) Spoke to the clerk who checked me in, remembered me (and her)- checking in at 11:20PM. Where was I/we from 8-11?? WHo knows. Have texts from her giving me a whole line of BS.

Had to get a ride out to FC to get my car. Spoke with the day manager who said I should have said something at the time the night before (but unfortunately the drug acted very quickly). Didn't seem to be bothered about giving my rental car keys to one of his dancers.

Back at my hotel ( Greektown Casino), I met with the head of Casino Security and a Michigan State Police detective who happened to be around. Gave them what details I had, including her pic that she put on my phone and the link (above that I found). They'll look at the tapes. BFD. The MSP det. was familiar with FC and the VIP; described the booths to me, said he and a partner had "done some work there". Didn't care much about the extracurricular dancing but seemed interested in the rophie activity.

Was suggested to me maybe other in the club were in on the activity or in the know about it. I don't know. Maybe this b!+(h photographed my license, my credit card, me in bed with a goat-- don't know.

Bottom line: my recommendation is steer clear of this dancer, watch yourself very carefully at Flight Club or avoid altogether- that's your business. I read about this happening in Detroit (and other places) and have since heard about it from others. Thinking 'this won't ever happen to me' seems quite naive now. Be careful out there.

I saw your review – you posted it under The Landing Strip but you mentioned FC in the review – I read your review and copied pasted it onto your other thread about airlines – but for w/e reason your review is no longer there either under Landing Strip nor FC.

You also referenced and copied Elentronman's FC review about having $$$ stolen a while back @ FC and Elentronman commented in your review.

Your situation sounds similar to what Detroit TUSCLer SuperDude described in a thread a couple of months ago:

“... Went to The Coliseum on Eight Mile Road in Detroit. No dances, but a conversation with an ATF. Arrived at 11:30pm. Had more than a few mixed drinks, but nothing heavy. Woke up in my car in a residential neighborhood just off Eight Mile Road at 6:30am I do not remember paying the bar tab, getting the car from valet, driving to this house, paying a dancer for anything or stopping at White Castle for burgers. My wallet was emptied, save for a $20.00 bill. ($300.00 gone.) Car littered with White Castle burger bags. I cannot account for the time. My debit card was with the bartender, but is now in my wallet. WTF ...”

https://www.tuscl.net/postread.php?PID=3…

Thanks Papi- My review is, by my check just now, still showing under the Flight Club.
https://www.tuscl.net/u-r.php?UID=206141
Maybe I put the first review I did (by phone which I don't use for tuscl usually) under the Landing Strip- my apologies to that club. The dancer rophied me at Flight Club.

And, yes, I read Superdude's comments and reached out to him. Been clubbing regularly for 15 years and never ran up against this. Just want people to know and do whatever they will with the info. Steer clear gentlemen: thedirty.com/gossip/detroit/jetai-pippin…

Thanks for posting. This is why I'm always a bit leery about trying out clubs in a new territory, though the same has happened near me. I used to work in Cleveland near the Brookpark Road clubs. I never liked going to any of them--always had a weird vibe. I worked with a young guy who decided to head over to the Crazy Horse one night. He had several beers at the bar, talked to some dancers and then completely blacked out. He woke up in his car at 6 the next morning parked in a bank parking lot 2 minutes from his condo. He was embarrassed but felt happy to be alive. When he tried to get gas on the way to work, his debit card and a bunch of other cards were declined until he finally found one that worked. After making some calls, he found his bank account had been drained and most of his cards were maxed out. When he went to the club, they said they had him on tape getting VIP dances all night and getting cash advances to tip extra. His card companies told him he was shit out of luck, and he didn't want to go to the police.

Holy shit!

I'm sorry to hear this happened to you. I would get checked out. According to that Dirty post, she has drd's aka std's.

Unfortunately, these clubs with rampant ITC and OTC are going to continue drugging customers because most of the customers that get robbed were looking for p4p and they are scared to contact police. Alot of these PL's are so thirsty for tricks they will keep going back to the very clubs they were drugged in.

Non-brilliant experience! But at least she didn't chase you with a butcher's knife while beating you with a glass dildo! Running with a glass dildo often ends non-brilliantly!

Even if you were drugged and unconscious I imagine they could say you weren't and it was a blackout which is a form of amnesia.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackout_%…

Yeah – strip-clubs are def a shady biz from top to bottom (owners to mangers to dancers to custies) – so certain precautions should be part of our “default SC habits” per se – when $$$ is involved; especially a decent amount of $$$ (hundreds; couple of thou); this can make one a target by some folks whom will do anything for $$$ from killing to ROBing.

We sometimes let our guard down and get burned (ROBed, pick-pocketed; etc) – the chances of something more serious happening are probably slim – but def can happen so best to dot the i's and cross the t's.

Down here in Miami/South-FL, it being a party-town that attracts all kinds of people besides legit tourists; one often hears of young women whom specialize in hitting the hot-spots and hooking up w/ dudes and then drugging them and taking all their valuables and cash – again does not mean there is a high-probability of happening to you/me; but def does happen (especially w/ all the new synthetic types of drugs out there on the streets these days and their seemingly ease of attaining).

interesting website. does it catar to NY hoes as well or is this detroit exclusive? Either way, she's too scrawny to even double back

I have seen this dancer at the Flight Club. I have never been drugged in the club, but I'm not saying it couldn't happen, especially to a non-regular.

I've heard so many stories of girls drugging customers and stealing their money... It seems to be a trend amongst Alan's clubs (Penthouse, Coliseum, Flight Club) and a couple other 8 mile clubs including Players. A lot of the girls at these "high end" clubs are very desperate; they are doing extras because they are drug addicts and/or have pimps. Not all, but plenty.

A thread like this should be rerun every month or so as a constant reminder to remain vigilant. Great PSA!!

I know there are many times I have lowered my guard and been lulled into a false sense of security thinking that nothing bad can ever happen.

I'm pretty sure I was drugged once at work when I was relatively new, luckily I managed to walk over to the dj booth literally right before I passed out, so he carried me downstairs and the housemom took care of me all night. Of course I didn't really remember. I had to ask what exactly happened my next shift and the dj and housemom filled me in.

The only thing I remembered was vaguely being carried downstairs but I didn't know who, then being sat down on a chair and the housemom bringing me a bucket which I immediately puked in. Then I remember waking up a couple times to puke into the trash can she had put next to me. At the very end of the shift I was able to get up. I realized she had made me a little bed in the corner with blankets and pillows lol. But during the ordeal I remember very little, I just know I was extremely disoriented, couldn't walk, talk, or barely move. I've been wayyy drunker than that and never have I felt the way I did that night.

Fucked up thing is, I think it was a dancer. There was a big spender spending money on only me, and I think one of the other girls did it to get me out of the way. Trust no bitch.