On Saturday afternoon, after my Phoenix...

On Saturday afternoon, after my Phoenix business commitments, I decided to check out HiLiter Gentlemen's Club on North 12th Street because of the great review on tuscl.net. When I arrived at HiLiter, I found a parking lot filled with cars, which I thought was a good sign of its popularity. When I entered the club, I confronted a bouncer and young woman collecting cover charges. I was getting ready to pay and she said pointing to an oversize brandy snifter, “There’s no cover if you tip me.” So I obliged.

The club was dark and the décor was stark, but the place was packed. There were probably a dozen or more dancers, with twice as many patrons. Sticking to my usual M.O., I found a table, ordered a drink and checked out the talent.

It wasn’t too long before a lovely Mexican dancer with augmented breast approached me. I sort of wished she wasn’t the first to approach me; I wanted to checkout all the talent before heading to the VIP room with one of them. But, after some flirting and teasing, she departed with the promise of returning, but she didn’t. Not sure if it was my loss or hers. Oh well, like a city bus, another dancer came by. She was another Latina from Columbia, and she was beautiful, graceful and augmented. As we bandied words, I asked what she was willing to do for $200, and after a moment of thought, she replied, “I’ll give you a hand-job.” I retorted, “Well Honey, I can do that myself and it won’t cost me $200.” After a little more exchange of words, I decided that she and I should head to the VIP room for a few $20 dances.