Why am I here?

Must have woke up feeling like a boss because later that night I found myself at Sapphire. Pulling into the parking spot, walking into the club, sitting down, & completing a vip session all lead me 2 ask myself the same question. Why am I here? Against my better judgement I found myself at another big, glitzy, overpriced club. I can't remember the exact price of the beer that I paid for but after tip I was already out 20 bucks. The only positive about the visit was the eye candy.

The dances are reasonably hot but u will pay for it. Sampled a few dances on the floor which ranged from do I really have 2 pay u 2 pretty good. Finally found a dancer who gave good contact w/some hand play & promised the world in the vip. Not expecting anything over the top but hoping 2 test some boundaries I found myself in the vip. Did I get what I was looking for? Nope. She spent most of the time upselling me. The dances were much better on the floor.

I thought about returning 2 the main floor trying 2 salvage the night but after wasting about 160 in the vip after drinks & tips I decided 2 cut my losses & walk away w/my dick hard, head down, & hard earned money thrown away. Just another victim 2 the overpriced ripoff clubs in Vegas.