Dance from Hell !

I entered the club about 8 PM. The bouncers are very friendly and helpful. It is still slow, 9-10 PM gets busy. Comfortable lighting. On stage olive skin, 5.7" 140 lb very nicely distributed an exotic mix of African and Chinese. Seems to be interested in cleanness of the pools. First song full armor. Second song top off. Third song still walking, the bottom goes to half of the chicks. Same the second girl and the third one. Even if she did fully stripped nobody would see, the stage doesn't have enough light. A very nice Polish lady serves a Coke $7.05. This $.05 suggests $2.95 tip. Oh and she smiles. Let me look around. It is early, 9 girls, 12 guys. I see a petite white girl with silver pinkish braces, orange string bikini. I look straight into her eyes. She approaches. "Would you like a dance?". Yes, I love a small talk too, but I am here to dance, so I am fine with it. VIP area at the left side of the stage with 3 wide chairs, that saw better times in 60's. She waits for a new song. The top goes off during the third song, the bottom stays for 3 songs. She moves my hands around her body and inside the strings - I am getting a permission to touch even the untouchable. As far as I know a dance means her lady suppose to gently (gently!) touch my man once in awhile. The dance is very mechanical and she lands on my pubic bones much too hard. I am asking how long has she been working - 2 years. Sure, my first wife thought it had a bone inside, but a stripper I guess should know the basics of the man's anatomy. So I told her, 4th is going to be the last. Suddenly she starts moving very vigorously, along my leg. It is like a heart attack - 185 hits to my balls per minute. We go back to the table and now she tells me about the extras. I came here for extras girl - do you see me in Brass Rail? By the way I wish she went there for a day to learn a nice, intimate, sensual lap dance. So now we are going with the extras. She requests the money first. This is not Queen street! $300 - I was ready. Now, I wander if I am the only one with this experience ... As soon as she is done with putting cover, she forces me inside her, it almost feels like rape - well she is the boss. Again, a heart attack. Apparently I and dozens of my partners through my whole adult life have been doing it wrong! She is the pro right? Goes fast, suddenly slow, fast again - please just chose one speed and I can deal with it, but what you doing I swear it feels like she wants to destroy what is in her, but belong to me. I lost the interest. I am stopping her. I am asking what was that about and I hear: "You need practice". What did I do to you? I am a kind, carrying man, who came to the club trying to experience some intimacy. The only thing I could think of is perhaps this is how it should work. Some kind of using a loop whole in law, and this is how owners of those clubs go away with those "fs's"? Since that I spoke with a few guys and they all say the same think - in MDC, Atlantis and Loco - the same thing - so why nobody talk about it on the Internet?