More of a Warning than a Review

I head into this place a couple of weeks ago as I'm checking the Edison area clubs. When you walk in it's basically a peep show set up with booths in the back for movies and live girls upstairs. The guy at the counter is friendly enough and explains the deal ... put $1 in the slot to see the girls and then pick the one you want for a dance, come back down to him pay the amount of time you want. I think $10 was the min for maybe 15 minutes. Fair enough ... I go upstairs put my buck in the slot and there's only one dancer but she is a smokin hot black chick with a killer body. In my book this girl was a 9 ... really pretty & a killer body. Through the glass I ask how much and she says $80 for a nude dance and HJ ... sounds good to me. Go back down, take care of the guy to get the room and go back up to meet the dancer (dont remember her name, sorry)

Here's where it gets weird ... having been to the rodeo once or twice I set aside the 80 from the rest of my cash so I dont have to pull out a roll and let her see what i've got before going back up stairs. Anyway ... she leads me to the room and uses a mag / security card to open the door. At first i'm thinking this is ok ... decent size, couch, clean enough ... all good. The chick doesn't feel like too much of a hustler so I'm feeling optimistic. I take out the money and hand it to her ... she actually comments on that I had it all ready for her ... says something like ... oh, you have my money separate, you've done this before ... not a good sign. Then she says you got to give me 150 ... I reply, you said $80. She starts to say something which I'm not even listening to because I'm done, outta there. I know the game, dont mind some upsell but her attitude about it wasnt like ... hey, for a bit more you'll have a better time it was you need to give me 150 even though I said ... I have ZREO tolerance for that bullshit. Now the room we're in is small but it's a few steps from where I'm standing to the door ... at this point I take my $80 back from her hand and head for the door ... when she realizes I'm having none of it she starts with oh, no 80 is ok baby. my hand hits the knob and it's locked. i'm in a room with a con artist stripper that's locked from the inside. she's still going on about 80's is ok but I'm done ... i just say, quietly but with no room for conversation that she needs to unlock the door. at first she hesitates ... i'll do it for 80 ... no, you need to let me out. She starts to say 80's ok but I cut her off telling her she needs to unlock the door now ... which she does. Needless to say, I get the hell outta dodge.

It's one thing to try a bait and switch ... nature of the beast I guess but that locked door bullshit crossed the line for me.