Diverse and friendly girls but beware of VIP

I came here pre-pandemic for a job-related tech convention, which was my first time visiting Vegas as an adult. I didn't initially plan on visiting a strip club when I visited but did have a budget for how much I was willing to spend in my free time for gambling, restaurants and the like. The first night of the convention there was an open bar and some of my coworkers and I got a little tipsy and were wondering what to do after the open bar event. Hitting one of the casinos was one option we discussed, but in my tipsy state I impulsively said we should visit a strip club, which would be my first visit to a strip club. My drunken logic being that if I wanted to piss away my hard-earned money, I'd rather exchange it to see titties rather than gambling it away without getting to see titties. Who could argue with that?

My coworkers and I were all single twentysomethings at the time and all of my coworkers except one would also be visiting a strip club for the first time. One of them, whom I'll call Pete, was a Henry Cavill doppelganger

and self-proclaimed player who had plenty of Tinder matches and saved nudes that were sent to him to prove it. He thought he'd have a shot at hooking up with one of the dancers (more on that later). The one coworker who had been to a strip club before suggested Sapphire since that's the one he went to. He warned us to stay away from the VIP room since the staff hustles you there (also more on that later). We piled into a couple of taxis and headed there.

The front door staff at the club asked us all to give them our ID's to get scanned. We thought that was a little weird but were also tipsy enough not to care because boobs. My group found a cluster of empty seats and sat down. Our first course of action was to get even tipsier as one of the waitresses approached us before any of the dancers and asked if we wanted drinks. Afterwards we started wondering why the dancers seemed to be paying more attention to the older, suit-clad customers than to my group of handsome young bachelors. I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and jeans. In hindsight, I still don't know how I was allowed inside in the first place. I noticed some of of the girls looking at Pete, and that's when dancers started approaching our group.

The first girl to approach me was a cute curly haired redhead who had a big smile on her face when I first looked up from my drink and noticed her looking at me. She asked me questions about myself and after I drunkenly stumbled over my answers she giggled and told me how cute I was. I still can't tell how sincere that compliment was, but it felt real to drunk me. I shelled out $20 for my first ever lap dance from her and it was great! She unbuttoned my shirt first, ran her hands all over my torso and started grinding on me, shoving her perfume scented boobs in my face a few times while doing so.