I'm well familiar with Chicagoland, and...

I'm well familiar with Chicagoland, and knew better than to go to any area club and expect entertainment at a reasonable value. A client really wanted to go though, so after dinner we directed the cab to VIP club. My wallet was already $50 lighter by the time we sat down, and I was hoping at least the drink selection would be good. Before our drinks came, a 30-something MILF type came over and whispered something in my client's ear and they were off. At this point I figured he must be a regular, and so I was left on my own to look around.

The club itself is reasonably clean, and the music wasn't so loud that conversation was impossible. I would say the dancers averaged 30 years old, with a couple 25 year olds and a few that began their dancing careers before Clinton was president. Silicone bolt-ons are definitely the uniform of the day, and I would say 2/3 of the dancers probably put in some gym time. After about 10 minutes by myself and no waitress visits, I went to the bar to alleviate my thirst. The bar was crowded, but a bartender was quick to ask me what I wanted, and I was back to my seat with a surprisingly well executed martini.

Due to local ordinance that the dancers all cover their nipples, and a sort of flesh-colored latex seems to be the most popular. One tall(6' with heels) early 30's-ish blonde that was dancing when we came in happened to wander by so I invited her to sit down. She immediately started selling the VIP room and indicated we "could have more fun in private". I knew better than expect extras in in the VIP room, so I asked for a dance at the table, at least to start. She immediately adopted a big time attitude and told me that no one made more money that she did, so she didn't do table dances. I then suggested that given her status, she should be on her way, so she left in a huff.