Well worth it

In Phoenix for work. Based on other reviews, I felt I needed to get to Hi-Liter before I left town. Let's just say I liked it so much, I went twice in one day. This place isn't much to look at from the outside or inside, but it certainly makes up for itself with the quality of dancers and the value. The club layout has been detailed previously, so I will go directly to the details of my visit. I went early on a Thursday, around noon as I had a few hours to kill before a work meeting. I was surprised to see many cars already in the lot. I walked in to find the place about 20% full of patrons. There were around ten dancers that I could see milling about in the first few minutes I was there. I quickly ordered a beer from the waitress and shortly thereafter, a blond in her late twenties, somewhat tall, nice but not great figure, approached and asked if I wanted company. I agreed, and she immediately went stick shifting. Quite aggressive for the time of day and given our really, really short acquaintance with one another. After a song or two, I agreed to a table dance, in which she encouraged two way touching all over. She stick shifted and was very aggressive. I needed to have her slow down, which she did, and she ultimately said she needed to go on stage to dance. I was happy for the break, and told her I would see her back after her set. However, before I could take a breath, another tall blond with fake (but well done) boobs approached me almost as aggressively as the first dancer. I couldn't help but agree to a table dance. I took two from her, in fact. On the second dance I almost lost myself, but before I could, she asked me for VIP with a promise that she would be too much to handle in the VIP. Who could turn down such a challenge? I proceeded back to the VIP where things went very, very well. Let's just say she used her lips wonderfully. She asked about OTC, but I declined, by that point using my other head. I was in and out in about 30 minutes, all for $180. I liked it so much, I came back later in the afternoon. That will need to be a story for another time . . .