Some mileage to be had if you can put up with the bullshit

I've been unemployed lately and finding new ways to kill the time so I thought I would drop in and check this place out one random Thursday evening. I can't remember exactly what time but it had to be after 9 pm. I pulled around to the back parking lot and walk around to the front door. There was two dancers out in front on the sidewalk smoking and talking shit which should have been an indicator at the trashiness of this joint. The bouncer ID's me and gives me a quick pat-down and I head to sit at the bar. The bar runs most of the length of the club with a stage of equal length behind it. The bar and stage are on the right as you enter with a narrow walkway behind the bar. The walkway opens up in the back to an area with some tables and the VIP area beyond that. There were some people crumpling their dollars and throwing them at the stage so that gives you an idea of the distance between the bar and the stage. Most of the girls were just hanging around on their phones in the back by these tables (although I didn't notice this until later) and there was I think 3 girls dancing on the stage at the same time.

I couldn't even sit down and get a beer order to the bartender before this large latina chick starts grinding on me and playing with my dick. This pushy attitude annoys me; I don't really want to be accosted immediately when I get into a club. The regaeton playlist was obnoxiously loud too, so we had to basically yell at each other six inches away from each others face to make conversation. Her breath wasn't pleasant either. Of course she went through the pleasantries "Whats your name?" and "where you from?" before cutting to the point and offering me a dance and made it a point to indicate that she was willing to do a lot more than just dance. I decline as I previously stated because it was kinda annoying being hit up before I even sit in the barstool. Trying to still be polite I tell her that I would just like to chill for a second with my beer and give here a few dollars as a sign of good faith, but she either didn't get the hint or her english is terrible (probably a bit of both) because she still just hung around and continued to gyrate and try to sell me on the private room.

Annoyed at this point, I excuse myself to the bathroom with my beer so I could find another place to settle upon exit. When I did exit, I couldn't even find another seat before another chick grabs me and starts with a very similar proposition. I had kinda resigned to this being what I would have to deal with at this place and this particular girl looked almost exactly like a Cuban chick I used to work with so I told her we could go for a dance. On my way back to the private area I noticed that most of the other girls who evidently weren't hustling as hard as the first two were mostly posted up back here on their phones or talking to one another. Altogether there was probably a dozen women working. We walk past them into the private dance area, which seems as though it was set up as an afterthought. This area is elevated by a few steps into a sort of foyer that acts as an intersection between the main bar area, the kitchen, and the rear exit. There are three leather couches set up along the left side of the wall with only a sheer curtain separating each one. In the opposing corner there is a small room with an opaque curtain that is the VIP area.

The cuban chick and I go to the couch closest to the rear and she proceeds to do her thing. I think it was $20 per dance, or maybe $30, I don't recall. She dances on me and is not shy about showing off everything and tries to talk me into going into VIP with her where I get "everything for $200" according to her. I declined the first few times but she was persistent, and I could tell this was going to be the attitude most of the girls would take so I resigned to take her back to the VIP since she was a doppelgänger for my old coworker and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about that before. I pay her for the dance and tell her I need to go to the ATM. I had to say this a few times before she understood...maybe because of the loud music, maybe because of her loose grasp on the English language. Doesn't matter, we go to the ATM near the front.

I now have to wait on this young black kid who is yelling at the bouncer, and then an older Indian guy who took forever to pull out money. We agreed on $200, I pull out $260 because the ATM fee was like $13 and I like to keep some cash in my wallet.