Not What I Hoped It To Be...

Was in town with friends for the basketball tournaments and a friend and I decided to check out the local flavor. Had done some research and thought this would be a good place to go, especially considering some of their ads and the features known to work there. On Thursday afternoon, in between games, we left the Sports Book and took a Lyft from our hotel to the club. Not being familiar with the area, it was further from the Strip than I was expecting.

We walked in and it was almost pitch black dark. There was no cover during the day, but a one drink minimum. After getting the required drink, we sat down at a table. The place was totally dead. There were only three dancers working - all three were white - two had pretty decent bodies, but all three had too many tattoos for my preference.

The youngest of the three sat down at our table and chatted with my friend. She offered to show him the club so they were off to the back. Shortly after, the middle in age, but the tallest of the three (I don't know that she ever told me her name) came and sat down with me. She gave me the same offer to show me around. We ended up in the back room where the "Bed Dances" take place. When I say "bed", it was more like an oversized massage table with one end raised up to be like a recliner. She told me the price and told me her rules.