S44, a Wednesday Night Tale of BS

I knew it had to happen eventually, but today was finally an absolute shitshow day at sugar. For the manic depressives out the with a raging insatiable boner for club details, let me tell you:

Standard strip club. You walk in and there's a bar, and to no surprise, there's also a stage with a stripper pole. There are also private spaces in the front back and side of varying prices. $8 domestics, $9 IPAs, $11 liquors. VIP wristband $20, vip Dances $25. Now on to the shit people actually read reviews for.

This post is less a review of s44 and more a warning about the current scam Shantel (or however she spells it) is running. Gap tooth older Latina with c-d cups. We sat and chatted for a while, she was actually really nice to talk to. I asked about dances, she said they were $25 (notice that first red flag?) and she'd go get a wristband for us. I pulled out my money and she yanked two $20s out of my grasp and walked up to the bar. Came back with wristband and no change (red flag 2) and walked past me to the VIP spaces in back. We get started with dance 1 and she's using elbows and knees to keep my hands off of her, giving me Phoenixs most expensive glorified air dance. I call her on it and say I'm done, and she plops down on me and says I agreed to four dances. I tell her to get off, she insists on the four, I politely warn her I'll be moving at the end of the song whether she likes it or not.