Submitted for the Approval of the Midnight Society: The Tale of the Slightly Overpriced VIP
Peyton's offers a VIP? Who woulda thunk it. I mean, it's checked on the official TUSCL club entry, but in my three years of patronizing my favorite NY titty bar, not one dancer has attempted to upsell me on a private experience. That is, until today.
See, I had gone to a nearby "spa" for a rub and tug and had left with a full nut (chalk it up to a time management issue), so I figured, why not stop by Peyton's. The novelty of the joint wore off years ago but once in a blue moon I'll take a short walk past the Costco to check out the talent. 10pm - closing is the sweet spot, if for some reason you like your strippers attractive and young, but 12pm - nightfall is great for cheaper beers and the attentiveness/permissiveness that only comes with a woman who knows she's gotta hustle to compensate for her looks or age.
God bless the day shift.
It was about 6 and I needed to have someone frot my throbbing cock, so I stepped in to scan the room and have a beer. Not much later, a thick 30-something Dominicana sidles up to me and does the usual small talk. It was a pretty lackluster room (honestly, as a pragmatist, there are specific body types that succeed and if you don't fit the mold, then why bother showing up to listlessly wiggle for a few hours at the local meat market? Seems like hustling backwords), so I accepted her offer for a table dance. As I followed her over, I spy a dude being led to the back, which up until today I thought was just the women's bathroom. "Don't tell me there's actually private booths here?!", I thought.
Barely a minute into the dance, she starts trying to upsell me on VIP.
Record scratch. What what whaaaaaaat?!
Now maybe they didn't know, or maybe it's because I normally visited Peyton's at night when it's more crowded, but this was the first time any of their girls had offered me an upgrade. I assumed that it was a money-making tactic to make up for the daytime lull, so I asked her for details. She quoted me $100 for 15 minutes, which sounded like a ripoff.
Yet I withdrew cash and accepted her offer anyway. Hey, look, at this point I'm doing genital calculus and inferring that the price of the experience coupled with the time of day, lack of cameras, and relative desperation of my dancer (and arguably myself) meant I was bound to get relieve my, uh, "spiritual ache".
Naieve. When I asked her what I would get in VIP, she said she would touch me and I could touch her. When I asked her "how much can I touch", she just kept repeating the same response, confused. Either she was legitimately dumb or doing a fabulous job playing so. Either way, her words foreshadowed what the private dance really was: a 15-minute version of a Gallagher's 2000 VIP. Lots of titty play, simulated tittyfucking, simulated orgasms, ass-grabbing and smacking, outside-the-jeans cock massage, etc. A good dance if you just started going to clubs, but when you're as far gone into sin as I am, it's just okay. I will say, though, that the kitty was in play, which was a nice surprise.
And this is where I insert a massive YMMV. I don't know why all the girls don't suggest VIP sessions but even if you asked one of the hotter night shift chicks, I really doubt you'd get very far. The booths have curtains, but they're thin and the club gets way to busy at night to sneak out a spoonful. Dayshift is probably the place to be since there's usually only 8-10 people in the whole place, but even if you could upsell on some OTC yourself, it's not going to be with anyone you'd want to in the first place. Your best bet really, is to do what I think most of us do at this point - especially after Scandals closed - and compartmentalize the spots where you go for your erotic, body-to-body Skinemax fantasies and the spots you go to bust a nut/indirectly support sex trafficking (AMPs, KMPs, "spas", Backpage escorts, glory holes)