Went to this club with my friends. Already lit. Nice service and multiple strippers a piece. They're pretty liberal with the no touching rules to begin with. Fun atmosphere and was ready to party.
One of them whispers in my ear that we should move to a more private area. I reply the only way I know how when 6 drinks in with dimepiece ass in my face - "fuck yeah". Go to the "private area". She tears my belt off, lots of fumbling -- but high contact and the job gets done.
I stumbled out of the private area, legitimately forgot to pay the stripper, and walked past my friends. The stripper followed and was surprised to see them - I'd abruptly stood up and walked away, claiming that my friends had already left. My friends ran out after me but I was already gone. They call but my phone is dead. They give up and head home. Even with that -- the club is solid and I simply have to go back when I can have not so much in the way of drinks in me!
They're awoken an hour or so later by me banging on their door. I'm furious that they ditched me, because I had just walked 5 miles to their apartment. I storm inside, plug my phone in, call a lyft, and hit their bong. Lyft gets there and I leave, and I can only imagine how that ride went.
Tl;Dr: If you go to the back room of a strip club, you'll receive a shit handjob, black out, traverse not the greatest of neighborhoods, forcibly enter a residence, smoke weed, and presumably traumatize a rideshare driver.
It nevers fails . . . . - Review of Players Club • 6710 N. Federal Blvd
Denver, CO 80221 - tuscl