Las Vegas just seems to rip...

Las Vegas just seems to rip me off and piss me off more each time I visit. I convinced 4 of my buds to go to Treasures on last Saturday night, and this took some convincing as they are into their cards and dice. We had some rat of a host who got as their ridiculous Hummer limo, so only a $15 tip got us there and in (no cover) from the MGM -- not a bad start. However, we had to pre-purchase 2 drinks each at $14 a pop before we could enter the club. Inside was decent with lots of topless girls giving lap dances to guys out in the open and we were able to find a table amongst a cloud of smoke. They have various small stages with girls writhing on them, not actually dancing. I'm a little seasoned with clubs like this, so I decided to walk around and grab cute girls and ask them to explain all the rules and pricing to me -- pretending to be a newbie -- and didn't have to face the social pressure of agreeing to every girl that plops down on your lap looking for money. This strategy lasted about 45 minutes and included lots of free sampling and nice flirting. I met a real cutie and we actually hit it off with lots of laughs. She hits me up for a $14 drink after 10 minutes (fine) and then again back at the table about 15 minutes after that. We gab for another 30 minutes on my lap and she convinces me to go upstairs to the VIP because that's all she does -- so no table grinds for $20 from this little spinner. Fine. I was actually trying to establish what she was up for in the VIP area, but all she would say is that she's "quite liberal" and a bit of a tiger. Really? So we go upstairs and she tries to sell me the moon, but I agree to $100 for 15 minutes of promised liberal tiger-esque behavior. I have to buy 2 more drinks ($40 w/ tip) and then the waitress and the host both interrupt us in the glass enclosed VIP "closet" which costs me about 3 of my precious snogging minutes. WTF??? Can't the host get me to sign my credit slip after I'm done? But that's not the worst. This little cutie that I actually had legitimate chemistry with then won't allow me to suck / lick her nipples and claims that she's saving it for the upgraded 30 minute session that she's expecting me to buy! Won't even let me lick her belly button or nibble on her ears, and I'm a fine smelling / looking guy in decent shape if I do say so myself. Then she actually wastes a minute trying to get me to identify what hairspray / gel I use because it smells just like her brand. Again, WTF??? THEN, when it's over (and probably a few minutes under the bell...) out we go and she says I should tip the host for his considerate f-ing interruptions and so social pressure forces another $10 out of my wallet. Final total = $210 for 2 hours and not a taste of nipple or much of a hard on, and certainly not a smiley face. More like a bitter poopy pant face. For that kind of money in Mexico, I could of pounded the chick on the bar under a fountain of raining Tecate with a chorus of singing hombres around us. Condom, tissue and limes included. I think I'll pass on Vegas next year and get me some chicita bonitas instead. Waaaaaaaay better value and satisfaction. Vegas is bloated, over-hyped and unable to deliver on any of its whispered promises, even when your drop the money.