review comment
7 years ago
If you include any specific information (like names, even descriptions) anywhere else (google, yelp) they can report it and have it removed for what, "harrassment?" Glad it isn't like that here. I had to be more vague elsewhere and was afraid I'd just waste my time here too if I did that.
I was mainly motivated by a singularly shitty experience the very first time I went, and, given that I don't go that often, and only had been to one other place in Sac, I didn't think my (sometimes shockingly) good experiences there from a couple years ago or so would help my credibility.
I wish I remembered the manager's name. He was so fucking useless and unremarkable. I wouldn't be surprised if he just lets the dancers steal as long as he gets a cut. He was short, white, chubby/round face with acne or warts or something making his face look craggy. I only saw him briefly after they had me wait for literally 30 minutes, and he was wearing clothes like he had just rolled out of bed - e.g. a t-shirt that looked dirty. Probably the single distinguishing feature was the wispy pube-like goatee he had and I thought he had light hair (maybe red or blonde) but the light was dim and like I said I only met him briefly when he practically mumbled his name, which I immediately forgot, before making a bunch of excuses and saying the cameras didn't show anything - if they were even on.
review comment
7 years ago
Her name was Jazzy (other reviews on more public forums were flagged because I said anything negative about particular people), thin, not too short, straightened dark hair, sculpted eyebrows on the thick side, tons of make up, dull vacant eyes and the voice and demeanor of a spoiled child.
I had set my wallet on the ground next to my feet with a few 1s on top and my keys on top of that. At non-sketchy places they always suggest I put my stuff on the ground and nothing had gone missing before.
I noticed that as the second dance wound down on the small monitor she was barely moving like before, her butt was in the air right in front of me and she had her hands out of sight, head down near the ground with her hair hanging to the floor, I peeked between her legs, where it was dark, and saw what looked like a bill flat on the ground (she could've kicked off the pile accidentally). It was hard to see with her blocking the small amount of light but I thought I could see movement.
I noticed the dance expired and considered my options, a couple seconds later she says, "oh, it's over" in her childish sing-songy voice.
I start standing up quickly to grab my things and the small number of 1s I had on top before the dance was gone were nowhere. She asked if I was going to tip her. I said, you already got your tip, where are my 1s?
It goes on. She played dumb, security was this short named Robert trying to get me to just give up and leave. The Manager (forgot his name, has a chubby craggy-looking face, a white trash goatee, in the light it looked like red hair maybe, shorter than Robert) made me wait probably over 30 mins before he comes out, claims she didn't have any money on her body (before which she ran around the office out of sight, talked to multiple people - talking major shit, used her purse), that the camera didn't show anything - when if it could even see a single dollar bill mere feet away it would have seen the ones that were there before and gone after - at the very least.
From him it was more bullshit, excuses and lies and wouldn't be surprised if it's okay if he condones it as long as he gets a cut.
Didn't have anyone else near me until then, first private dance session (20x2 spent), but wallet itself was light 300 bucks.
Yeah, disgruntled employee, fuck you. First time customer who got robbed the first time I get a private dance and bought myself 3 enemies.
What are you some kind of sleezy stripclub apologist?
The moral of the story is stay away from sketchy shitholes like this, and also, apparently, you gotta park your ass on your money during dances, although before, I'd never, ever had to.