A Good Reminder of Why I Never Came Back

Was feeling the need to be out on a Friday night and decided to go on an escapade of visiting a few different strip joints around the valley. I had been to Bourbon a couple of years back, pre-pandemic, and had an OK time, nothing too crazy. I kept seeing this place pop up recently on here as one of the better spots to visit so I thought "fuck it", why not add it to the rotation.

I arrive to the club a little after 12am after spending some time at The Great Alaskan. Cover was an easy $12, and beer set me back $7. The club has about 3 different stages, one small one close to the entrance, one large stage in the center of the club, and I believe one further back. Most of the seats around the stages were taken so I opted for a table in the back. There were about 2-3 girls per stage and a few ladies along the wall of the main walkway of the club that connects the entrance to the back of the club. Most of the girls here are similar in build, medium to tall, and slender. Most were natural and none seemed enhanced. Most of the girls I saw were white, but there were a handful of black chicks as well. All of them 7s or better in my opinion.

I'm chilling with my beer when I'm approached by this slim brunette with a killer body. She tells me her name was Nora, a name I would soon learn to not forget. And not in a good way. She gave me a run down of the dances and I was too ready to sample the goods. She explained the base dances in the private area were $20 a song, which I agreed to, and so we headed back to live happily ever after. The dances were solid, topless, but no crazy contract or anything. She did let me grab ass, but nothing extraordinary here. We finish with 3 songs so I hand her $60 for the dances. This is when things went south. She proceeds to tell me we did 5 songs confidently, and that I owe her more money. I'm thinking does this bitch really think she had me so whipped that I had not been counting the dances too. Mind you the songs were mixed so short that each one barely felt over 2 mins per song so I was fully aware of the money I was throwing away here. I'm cool with tipping for dances if asked for it and if I'm getting a great experience. I don't appreciate being straight up lied to and played for a sucker. We go back and forth explaining that I've been counting the songs and I say we can talk to your manager, pull up the footage and go from there. She says fine and so we both walk out to settle this situation. We talk to two people, one older lady and one dude. We both explain our sides and the lady asks this bitch if she gave me any indication of when each song started and finished. I say no and the guy ultimately tells me I'm fine and to not worry about it. I contemplate staying a little longer, but end up leaving because I outside of this incident, there just wasn't enough talent on the floor to seek more dances from.