She takes me around the ground level, and says lap dances here are 125$ for 15 mins. This is a lot more then I was expecting, and it really sounds like a ripoff to me, since I know several girls that will do an hour FBSM for like 180, but the the tour is just starting, so I keep quite. Then she takes me up one floor, and starts showing me these private rooms, and telling now how much they cost. I don’t really remember the price of each one, but what I do remember is that the prices are way more then I was expecting, and the costs are going up real quick. At this point, I am starting to worry about what I have gotten myself into, when she takes me into this room overlooking the stage, and closes the door. “This is my favorite room,” she says “it costs 4000 dollars, and you get two girls, for two hours, and a bottle of champagne...” Now let me stop here, and try to describe what’s wrong with this scene. I didn’t show up in a super expensive suit, I don’t look like Tiger Woods, and I was not celebrating like I just hit some huge jackpot. I showed up as a nervous newbie, and she knew that, so I don’t know how she even had the nerve to bring me up here. Well anyway, I think she sees my eyes get a little wider, so she repeats in a sort of coy sounding hopeful voice “You get a bottle of champagne...” This was the wrong thing for her to say. A bottle of champagne doesn’t do me any good, it will put me over the legal limit, and she is pushing it so hard, it makes me a little annoyed. What she says next, though, really got to me, “We can charge it to your credit card..." Now her casually mentioning charging 4 grand to my credit card kind of scares me. I start thinking about the month and months it would take me to pay this off, all the extra interest that would get added in, and while I am obsessing about this, a new sensation comes over me - claustrophobia. I have heard descriptions of what this is like, and I always thought it was kind of silly. Well I have respect now, I feel oddly panicked, and it’s not really the small room per say, my thoughts are like “I am trapped, how do I get out of here, I need some fresh air, I can’t get out of this room, etc..." After a few seconds, I recognize what is happening to me, and I realize all I need to do is turnaround, and open the the door and walk right out. I do exactly that, not really knowing where I am going. She doesn’t miss a beat, though, she follows me out the door, and then grabs my hand, and says, “I still have to show you the roof.” The thought of getting outside really appealed to me, even if the elevator ride didn’t, so I go along with her. We get to the roof, and there isn’t much there, but a few tables, and someone else smoking a cigarette. I take some time to walk around, and this calms me down. What I figure out is that it wasn’t just that small room that caused me to panic, it’s this whole situation. I don’t know how to get out of it gracefully. This girl is very attractive, and very friendly, but at the same time she is very persistent. I appreciate the fact that she spent some time with me, and was nice to me, and this is her job, but cost wise this is clearly out of my league. What I want to do is hand her 10 or 20 dollars, for her time, and leave. I walk back to the elevator, trying to figure out exactly how to do this, and as soon as I get near her she immediately says, “What kind of party would you like, the 4000 dollar room?” Taken aback a little, I say “No I can’t afford this.” Then she goes to the next cheaper room, and I repeat “No I can’t afford that either.” Then she goes to the next cheaper room, an on and on. We go through every single room like this. I don’t know how to describe her, but she is kind of like a nightmare car salesman. She is friendly, talkative, and always seems to have an answer for everything... Yet I can’t really get to what I want, or what I can afford. Finally, she gets back to the 125$ option, had totally forgotten about this. Now my original goal was to get a lap dance, and 125$ is more then I wanted to pay, but it gives me a way to compensate her for her time, and she was really attractive, so I agree to this. In hind sight, I should have taken this opportunity to leave, because things don’t get any better.
She takes me to the cashier, and we work out the payment. Then she leads me to the back booths. She takes off her shirt off, and starts doing her thing. It’s kind of ok, but again I am thinking a FBSM is way better. She gets about half way through, and she says “You can touch my legs if you want.” I do this, and then she says “If you want to touch more, you can upgrade, and we can go upstairs, and we can get that bottle of champagne...” This causes something to click together in my head. Why is she asking me to do something that two minutes ago I told her I couldn’t afford? I don’t know why it took this long, but I finally realize her only goal is to get me drinking, so I will get drunk and stupid. After she changes my credit cards up to the limit, I would’t be surprised if she has a bouncer throw me out on the street for being to drunk or rough or whatever. Not only that, I think back to the bartender and the cashier, they were definitely not nice, until I tipped them. At this point I am thinking, “I am totally alone here, no one cares anything about my safety, what I am comfortable with, or what I can afford. All they care about is how much money they can get out of me.” This really starts to get me angry, and I have to fight this down. I know getting angry will make things a lot worse, and fast. I want to push her off me, but I realize, with me angry, it’s a bad idea to touch her at all. I need her to finish without incident, and I need to leave PERIOD. I stop taking to her, I stop touching her, and I stop looking at her. She continues dancing, and says “One more song, and our time is up." I don’t say anything. Finally, she finishes, and she sees that I am not responding to her at all anymore, so she says “You are leaving now aren’t you?” and I say “Yes”. I get up, walk right out the door, and into my car. I drive back to my hotel, and I have a really tough time getting to sleep because of all the negative emotions that I still have to deal with. To finish up this story, my provider arrived the next day, and she was really great, she turned the whole trip around for me.
Again sorry for this long story. This could be all my fault, me stumbling around making a jackass of myself, but I have questions that would like answers/opinions on.
Do all Vegas strip clubs cater to the few individuals who are prepared to slap down 4 grand in one night?
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Did I pick a bad club?
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I did I just get unlucky, and end up with a crazy bad girl?
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Am I a poor naive chump that has no business going into a strip club?
Who in the world would makes use of the 4000 dollar room? I mean, come on, even If I was rich enough to casually slap 4 grand on my credit card, I could get a room at the Four Seasons, a bottle of champagne, and some girls that would do a lot more for me then those strippers would.
If someone does get that room, what happens to them if they get too drunk and rowdy? For that kind of money, I would expect a courtesy limo ride to my hotel, and someone to call to drive me back to my car in the morning. Do they do that? From they way I was treated me, it seems like they would be happy to send a bouncer around, rough me up, and dumped me in the gutter.
P.S. I am a little hesitant to mention the club that I went to, because I worried that my post would be rejected, most will probably be able to figure it out from the description. After this experience I can’t see that I will ever to to another strip club again. Twin Peaks, Hooters, and Coyote Ugly are wayyyy better. They are always friendly to me, and it costs way less