Overpriced super-hot girls, just what I expected

Shouldn't have spent as much money or as much time here, as I did, on a Tuesday in early-ish December. I had gone to my usual club (Visions, in New Orleans East) and on my way home I thought, what the heck, it's the holidays, let's see what's shaking at Penthouse, which is generally the ONLY other club in New Orleans that I EVER attend. So I drove down to the French Quarter, found a street-parking place, and was able to walk into the place very late, around midnight. I had printed a coupon or two off of the internet, though I have to admit I can no longer find the coupons on their website. I think if you just use Google's advanced search for a term like "coupon" or "JPG" or "PDF" and limit the results to the domain that is the club's website, you will be able to find some lingering images or PDF files that will look like coupons. The girl at the front desk accepted it no problem, and it seemed to me that she has seen them before. The one I had, was dated January 2008, IIRC, but she didn't even check it much. I tipped her generously. Maybe my half-drunk state, and my arrival at such a late hour and well and truly alone, as a White guy in corporate middle class attire, were all details which suggested to her I would expend the rest of my wallet on the girls inside so I was a good bet for getting into the indoors rather than excluding to the outdoors of the club. She was probably right. So as I said, I tipped generously.

In fact, that's pretty much the story of my night here. The story, again, is, "I tipped generously."

Penthouse has very very hot women, mostly from out of town, and they have a highly restrictive and highly expensive private-dance regimen. You get what you pay for, and there is very little up-sell or misleading rip-off, in my experience, but there is also very little in terms of against-the-rules hoochie-koochie, and the prices are astronomically high. The prices are quoted in advance quite accurately, so, you DO know what you're getting into, but still, wow, what high prices eh? This night there were around 30 women working, but many were departing near to the time that I was just arriving. I may have gotten there as early as 11:30 p.m.; by 12:15 a.m. or so, there really were only 10 or so still working, and when I left at 1:30 a.m. after an hour's private dance, my girl was pretty much one of the last two or three still on the floor.