Finally made it to the famous...

Finally made it to the famous Spearmint Rhino while in town on business. This has to be one of the most expensive and touristy clubs that I've ever been to. Both of which I would've been totally fine with if the experience wasn't so miserable.

Arrived there with my co-workers via cab after 9 PM. The cab driver was trying to get us to go to the Hustler Club since he had the "hook-up" but the three of us wanted to check out the Rhino. After paying the cabbie a reasonable fare (don't remember the cost but my coworker said it wasn't bad)--we got a pat down from the doorman/bouncer, paid our $33 a piece and made our way into the club. The doorman/bouncer told us that if we didn't like any of the girls that ended up sitting with us that he'd "be our asshole for the night" and tell them to "get lost". That got a laugh from all of us, and we didn't think anything of it until we walked through the doors. There were TWELVE GIRLS just waiting for us as we came through the entrance. They all said "hi" in unison and latched onto whichever one of us made eye contact with them first. We were immediately escorted by the girls to some couches to the immediate left of the entrance. The place was very dark but you could see that there had to be at least 30 plus girls working.....many just standing around looking bored.

As soon as we sat down the waitresses descended upon us. One of my coworkers went off with his girl and left me and my other coworker with our girls. The girls didn't waste anytime asking if we could buy them a drink. So we ended up paying $56 for two vodka sodas and a red bull. Unfortunately, the two girls we got were a homely British girl and some Bulgarian girl that were only interested in seeing how much money they could get from us. Probably was a bad idea for all of us to arrive in suits. I went to the bathroom hoping to get rid of my girl but she followed me there and waited for me to come out. When I got back to my seat with her my other coworker was gone. I figured he got talked into the back. My girl continued complaining how dead it was and that she wasn't making any money. Gee.......I wonder why? I finally got rid of my red coat by telling her that I was going to tip at the stage.