What an odd little place

This was possibly one of the weirdest strip clubs I have ever been to. To start with, it's in a sketchy-ass neighborhood north of Stratosphere and behind a hostel. You enter through a weird adult bookstore with a distinct number of racks of fetish porn DVDs. Twenty bucks to get in, and that includes a drink (no booze, of course). They have an in-house energy drink called Deep Throat which tastes like a can full of liquid Smarties. Talk about getting a sugar/caffeine buzz like you wouldn't believe.

Anyway, the dancers. There were four on shift when my buddies and I got there. The first one up had a pretty nice body, but holy shit she had dead eyes. I mean, like there was nothing there. I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd popped machine guns out of her nipples, because she appeared to have all the life of a fembot. It was kind of creepy. Later on, I saw her go outside for a smoke wearing a Bernie Sanders for President t-shirt, which was disappointing - I'd rather that Bernie not have the support of people who have all the charisma and life appearance of a well made-over zombie.

Next up was a woman who I would generously describe as chunky. I don't know; maybe some guys like 'em that way. She certainly appeared to do okay with getting the dances after she was off the stage, so I guess. Who am I to judge? It's Vegas, after all.

But then. Oh sweet baby Jesus, but then. One of the hottest things I've ever seen on a strip club stage happened at that point. A blonde girl with a nice smile and a pretty good body along with a tiny Mexican girl with an incredibly tight ass got up on stage and stripped and danced together, along as just about having sex in front of us. No, they didn't engage in a 69 at any point or anything, but there was definitely some fingering and pussy-licking going on on stage. By the time they were done, my buddies and I were definitely doing something I've never done before and making it rain - we were straight throwing dollar bills at them.

So, at the end of the day, on the one hand, I wish that Talk of the Town had the sophistication, class, and all-around general "nice"ness of some of the bigger Vegas clubs, but at the same time, if it did, there's no way my buddies and I would've been right up by the stage and actually gotten the attention we did from the last two dancers.