Went here on a trip to...

Went here on a trip to Vegas in May. To say this place sucks donkey balls would be a major understatement. Ok, this place really sucks donkey balls. That about describes it. It looked like a regular strip joint, but, once inside, I noticed that barely anybody is getting lap dances. Strange. Some nice looking ladies were dancing on stage. I was admiring them, when a so-so dancer came and sat beside me. Then this little worm of a girl came up to me and asked me if I'd like to dance with the so-so dancer.

Seeing that she was just so-so, I passed, but thought, why does a dancer need a representative to ask me if I want a dance? A little later, a girl with some mighty fine ta-ta's strutted her stuff on the stage, and I thought, well this one would seem might fine to dance with. After I tipped her, she came down and sat with me, and again, this little worm of a girl came over and told me that the dance would be $200, would last a half an hour, and that I would have to pay up front. I was a little miffed at that, but she did have some fabulous ta-ta's, so I gave up the $200.

What a chump! We were led to the private dance area, where this once-fine lady explained that there was absolutely no touching allowed. I said, "What!!! What am I supposed to do, sit on my hands?" I'm not exactly Mr. Groper, but to not be able to touch at all is almost uncivilized at a strip bar in Vegas. I said, "Well, in that case, I want my money back." She rolled her eyes and led my back to the lobby area, where I argued endlessly that I wanted my money back, and all I got were platitudes about "if I wanted to touch, then I would be breaking the law, and we can't allow that around here..." I mean, get real. What a complete crock. Let's face it, as soon as I gave her the $200, the trap had been shut and money was as good as gone. I could have hired Johnny Cochran and even he could not have convinced them to give me my money back. The long and short of this story is, I believe this place is a major clip joint, and would avoid it at all costs. If we, the public, refuse to patronize such places, they can't exist. So, please, don't be a chump like me and don't even set foot inside this bar - they don't even deserve the entrance fee from you. Let's starve these bastards out so they'll have to sell it to someone else who can run a real, honest-to-goodness titty bar here. Thanks for your consideration. And, by the way, did I tell you this place really sucks donkey balls?