I went to Stiletto’s on a...

I went to Stiletto’s on a Wednesday night after midnight. There was no cover at the door. Stiletto’s is very dilapidated and dirty. As you walk in there is a long narrow stage on the right with three poles. A large mirror is on the wall behind the stage. The small bar is in the back left corner with about three stools. Since I was already drunk, I ordered a Coke, which set me back $5. A lot of the patrons were smoking hookahs at their tables. They seemed more interested in smoking flavored tobacco with their friends than tipping and getting lap dances. Since Little Darlings closed down, Stiletto’s has seemed to take up the role of “the black strip club” on Bourbon Street.

Out of a dozen dancers on duty, all but one was African-American. Almost all the customers were African-American, and the music was pure hip hop. The lone white dancer working approached me and convinced me to do a lap dance. The lap dances cost $40 or 3/$100. The lap dances take place in a narrow room in the front of the club and you must prepay a waitress or manager beforehand. The room was empty when I got back there, so I sat in the back so I could keep an eye on the opening in case the bouncer intruded. The dancer worked hard to give me a good grind. She didn’t mind if I touched her boobs or pussy. I managed to negotiate 4 dances for $100 this particular night, since the dancers were not making much money off the hood rat crowd. Once done, I got a hard sell for the VIP room where she said anything goes. I think I was quoted at $200 for a room out in the courtyard, but it was also implied I’d have to give the waitress a nice tip in order to keep her from interrupting. The rooms looked “muy sucio”, so I declined the sale and ran like hell.