I had some time to kill,...

I had some time to kill, and I happened to be right by Rick's, so I stopped in. This place was almost pitch-black inside; even after my eyes adjusted, I could barely see. I was the only customer; four or five dancers sat around a table. I ordered a drink -- great value, IIRC, it was Bell's Two-Hearted Ale for $3.50 -- and started talking with a dancer who approached me.

We sat and talked for a bit, and she offered me a dance, quoting $25 per song, or more for VIP. I said sure, and we went back to a private room. Her body was okay, nothing spectacular, but she allowed plenty of contact; we were the only ones in the room. I was going to stop her after one song, but she said "I'm about to do something you'll really like," so I let her do a second song. She massaged my crotch, rubbed on it, and put her face in it. After the second song, I stopped her. She offered me takeout, and seemed a little offended when I declined. Then she told me the two dances were $60--$30 each. I didn't call her on the price discrepancy and paid her. Then she asked for a tip. I declined, and that seemed to offend her even more.

That left a sour taste in my mouth. I might've stuck around to investigate the other dancers, but I received a work email I needed to answer, so I packed up and left. Later that day, I stopped at Dancers, which was a much, much better experience all around (except for the drinks, because that really was a great price for Bell's).