This bipolar club checks some of the boxes.

I've gone here about 6 times over the past year, always around lunchtime. It is a small box of a building on a surface street intersection in central phoenix, quite nondescript. Go in and get ID'ed and the patdown. At first, it looks just like a 10-seat long bar you could find anywhare. I ordered a club soda for 4 bucks and soon was approached by a dancer dressed in lingerie. I 'll tell you now most, but not all, are cuban. A couple AA, a couple white ladies. I would rate 4-7, with an occasional 8+, many who seem transient, rotating clubs. There is an adjacent 20x20 room with a medium sized center stage. I was told dancers there are $10, and $20 for VIP, a row of about 6 booths in the back of the room with a pony wall in front. There is a troll right there, who I'm told is there jsut so he can keep lookout and get tips fron the ladies...

On my first visit and a subsequent one, I went straight for the VIP, cuz I roll like that, and sampled about 5 different girls that honestly gave me very good, high mileage dances. One dance was prob the best ever. She somehow flipped over on my bench putting her heels on each side of my head and handstanding on the bench! And she was younger, and rather attractive to boot. I do think these girls know they need to give really good dances b/c of my experiences on my other 4 visits. Allow me to provide a composite visit for a quicker post.

Essentially the girl that approached was about 30, Cuban, 4-7/10, lots to grab on to. After chatting it up, and maybe a pre-check of the package, we got back to the vip and after some hinting, she knew I would allow her to take the lead. She kept her purse handy, within it a lotion dispenser. I forgot what happened after that, or that it cost me about $150 for 3 songs, at which point I decided I was ready to go back to work. On the 3rd visit, two of the girls from the previous higher mileage visits were hanging out together. I went to the bar and they were on me before I got into the seat, greeting me like family. They were laughing out loud when I told them I was just there for a club soda on my break from work. One massaged my back a bit, the other checked my groin temperature. Soon, negotiation began. They werre pushing hard for a double-team (threesome sounds too clean for this). We QUICKLY settled on 3 Benjamins all in. And the rest is history. When the offer came up, it HAD to be done. I mean, bucket list, right? Boobs, arms, hands everywhere. Oh, and that purse was there too.