ATF Lap Dance

I chose to visit the big daddy Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas based off my experiences at the satellite club in Omaha (Carter Lake, IA) and off the reviews at TUSCL. Since it was just myself, I wasn't eligible for the free limo. I decided to take the 25 minute walk from my hotel on the strip instead of get an Uber. When I unwittingly got to the back door, the doorman bluntly asked where I was from. He waived the $55 cover charge after I told him my story, but he wanted me to understand he was doing me a favor.

Walking in, I was impressed with the atmosphere: a dimly lit sultry crimson color palette, portraits of sexy women, plush velvet-like booths and chairs, and multiple rooms and stages that seem more intimate that open formats. There were sexy women wall to wall. On stage, at VIP booths, mulling around to meet customers--the dancer to patron ratio was amazing. Most of the dancers were quite busty, but there was enough variety to find the curves, height, and type you like. All in all, it was probably the best line-up I've ever seen. Usually, I sit around for hours looking for the right dancer, but here the toughest choice was who to pick. I could visit every night for a month and not run through the list.

I had heard the drinks were outrageously expensive, so I declined a girl who invited me to sit down with her. I was already really buzzed from the newly legalized product in the state, and I wanted my money to go towards dances, not drinks. I saw just the type I was looking for: a lady about 5'4" with DD breasts and a plush South American booty. I asked for a dance and we discussed options. I was going to do the $20 single dances until I found out they were no-touch dances out on a chair in the open floor. Instead, I opted for the half-hour dance option. I paid the dancer $200 and the "waitress" $50 for the two included drinks, and we headed back along a semi-private row of booths.