BSing at Bonitas

This is the only place I go to when in town. The layout is exactly the same, bathroom is one of the roughest I’ve seen, the bar’s still the same, and the stage is still a semi stage. Dance prices in VIP are still $25 or 5/$100, but most hate doing the latter. The service is usually worse if they know you’re going that route, so just do 5 dances and tell them at the end lol.

I visited twice last week, but the day visit was more brief and fun, and the night visit is reflective of how nights go here. Pure dice roll every time. There’s always a few of the same girls, but you need to be on your A-game at night here. Anyways, the day visit was a Tuesday, I went in and was almost immediately stopped by a daytime vet who has been there for years. Fake boobs, fake ass, short, Cuban, and goes from 0 to 100 real quick. Great dances, crazy mileage, but she definitely asks to be tipped. Rightfully so. Usually I don’t tip, but when I do, it’s to her. Good times.

The night trip was a Thursday night and I went with a group, which I never do. The day visit was just how I like it at the club, solo. Anyways, I paid $30 for 6 of us to get in, and it was packed. Everyone except myself was hammered and drinking, and a few girls cornered the rest of my group almost instantaneously. Then the girl next door night time girl came up and asked if I still lived there because she hadn’t seen me in a while. We caught up for a minute, and I went in back with her for a 5 pack. She’s the best looking girl in the night crew always, no idea on the name, but if you go there routinely you know her. Thin petite blond and fine as hell. Good english as well, which doesn’t matter to me personally, but I know others complain. Here’s where shit gets weird. A few of us go outside to smoke about half an hour after we got here, and the bouncer plays it off like he has never seen us before and charges all of us to get back in. I lit him up like a Xmas tree and never went back in. Odd end to a fucking bizarre night. Then went across the street to one of the most hood spots in LV, played craps for 2 hours, and when I went to go back across the street everyone I went with was still in the mix. I went back in the club with the group this time, bouncer didn’t say a word, and I was just trying to not look at him. Then a Jamaican girl with braids comes up and grabs my stick and asks if want to dance. I had 10 dances or something ridiculous with her, and called it a night afterwards. She told me her name several times, but I don’t remember. She said she works Thursday through Saturdays and also dances at Sapphire. Solid ending.