Just Isn’t For Me

Came here on a whim Thursday afternoon after a meeting and the place was dead as usual. Door guy is always nice, gave him 20 to get in, he wanded me down and scanned my I.D. Again, I have reservations about the scanning of IDs as things should be more discretionary when coming to these types of places but this seems to be the standard fare here now. I hadn’t been since my last review, which is still the newest review, so I guess that tells you something. Not to mention, you have to wonder how much information is being shared with dancers when someone looks at your I.D. No other club in So Cal does this so it’s a bit strange in my opinion.

Walked in and there was only 1 other patron sitting at the bar staring at his phone. All the other dancers were sitting against the walls of the club scrolling through their phones, which is what you always get when you go here. Maybe I just happen to come during off hours - who knows. There is no alcohol served here, but they do sell food/hookah etc. I was first approached by a heavy set Hispanic woman who offered the moon and back for the VIP (220) plus 300 for the condiments - nah, I’ll pass. Next, I was approached by a fairly decent looking, fit white girl with pink hair and an impeccable set of veneers who offered the same , plus a few extra hundred - passed as her energy was a bit too fiendish and overly energetic for my taste - maybe she had too many energy drinks, who knows. Settled on a short, fit looking Latina girl who was a bit more normal/subdued and calm - went to the back for a dance that was mechanical, yet tasteful. The kicker was when she wanted an extra 200 dollar tip afterward just for “touching her body”. I sternly told her this wasn’t my first rodeo and I would not be tipping her just for touching as last time I checked, that’s what you’re supposed to do during a standard lap dance. She quickly buckled and asked for 100. We settled on 50 and I left. Nobody took the stage and it was a bit of an odd experience.

I’ll try the one in COI next time as that is supposedly the gold standard for the Rhinos in So Cal. Maybe I went on a bad day but the mood was a bit off here. At least I enjoyed my Coke.