Hustler is a perfect name for a joint that exists solely to hustle you for your money!

I had an unexpected 3 hour layover in the Las Vegas airport. My phone says Hustler was the closet club, and that it had three floors of entertainment. I've never been to Vegas before and never to a club with three floors of entertainment, so I gave it a shot. My mistake.

The cab ride to the hotel cost over $20. The club might be close to the airport, but the cabbie had to drive for about 10 minutes to get there. The ride back was a bit shorter, but still around $20. I walk up to the desk and the rather sexy woman there says "cover is $55." Shit. I just spent $20 to get there, and it would cost me that much to go back. Do I fork out the $55? Why not. I'm in Vegas.

Three floors of entertainment? Not at 8pm. One floor. And no dancers on stage. I wandered around for a bit and then pulled up a chair, and within seconds a rather cute dancer sat down in the next chair and arranged things so that she was facing me, my knees outside of hers, and she guided my hands to her back and ass. Now that's what I like. Up comes the waitress. I decline a drink, but my new friend wants one. There goes another $25. After a bit of talk -- very sexy talk -- she suggests we go to the edge of the room where she can have fun with me. She starts some dancing and some stick shifting. I say thanks after about 10 minutes, and she says "that will be $100". What? "Four songs plus a $20 tip". She was trying to sell me on the VIP room ($600 or something outrageous like that) the entire time.