Usually go to OG, but lately the selection has been poor. Any other place worth checking out? Between 9 am and noon.
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Usually go to OG, but lately the selection has been poor. Any other place worth checking out? Between 9 am and noon.
Thanks
Went to check it out at 9pm & the parking lot was not full & they still had the nad to tell me there is a cover for locals. I just left. Shitty location & shitty attitude towards locals = will close soon.
[QUOTE=screg]Usually go to OG, but lately the selection has been poor. Any other place worth checking out? Between 9 am and noon.
Thanks[/QUOTE]
What places are even open 9am-noon? OG and SR? I agree that OG is way down on talent during day shift (I've posted about that a lot recently), but it's still the best place to go if you're looking for action.
Cheetahs is open 24 hours, 10 dollar laps during the day (or so I hear)
[QUOTE=Vegas1357]What places are even open 9am-noon? OG and SR? I agree that OG is way down on talent during day shift (I've posted about that a lot recently), but it's still the best place to go if you're looking for action.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Strip Club Guy]Cheetahs is open 24 hours, 10 dollar laps during the day (or so I hear)[/QUOTE]
It's $10 between 7:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m., although it seems that they'll occasionally shorten it to 5:00-6:00. Lately they've been pushing it as 2-4-$20 instead of $10 dances. Watch out for being seated in the area towards the entrance; some girls and some managers don't view that as being "on the floor" and say it's $20/dance there.
If you think that the selection at OG is poor during the day, Cheetahs is, IMO, far worse, as indicated in my previous postings. I've found the mileage at OG, overall, to be significantly better.
[QUOTE=Robert387]It's $10 between 7:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m., although it seems that they'll occasionally shorten it to 5:00-6:00. Lately they've been pushing it as 2-4-$20 instead of $10 dances. Watch out for being seated in the area towards the entrance; some girls and some managers don't view that as being "on the floor" and say it's $20/dance there.
If you think that the selection at OG is poor during the day, Cheetahs is, IMO, far worse, as indicated in my previous postings. I've found the mileage at OG, overall, to be significantly better.[/QUOTE]I totally agree. The $10 laps at Cheetahs were too much for too little. The girls weren't hot and the bouncer was making sure nothing fun happened. Take out was offered but the dancer was not appealing so I just said "no thanks" without inquiring further, but I suspect it could have been obtained for less than $$. I prefer OG in the morning. The girls are playful and the booths are relatively private. Never go to the VIP during the morning at OG, you can have just as much fun in the booths. Just my opinion.
I will give OG a try again. With all the recent busts I know mileage is down. Nothing is worst than getting a lap dance with the dancer looking elsewhere. Any one been to the new Hustler club yet?
May have to check it out next time I am in Sin City.
I know this is like looking for a needle in a haystack but I figured I'd give it a shot...
Last time I was in Vegas (Which was a while ago.) I hit the Spearmint Rhino and met a CRAZY stripper who spoke with fake British accent. She was wasted and would fade in and out of the fake accent. She was slightly older than the other SR girls (late 20's - early 30's), black hair, hot body and had a strange name, even for a stripper. When I called her out on it, she insisted it was her real name and even showed me her driver's license to prove it.
I couldn't tell you what drug(s) she was on, but I can tell you that she was a lot of fun! Lap dance turned into HJ. HJ turned into a BBBJ. After a decent tip, we arranged to meet later on for what may have been the best incall ever, even though I almost had to call security.
I have never had anything like this at the rhino, and don't expect to ever experience this again. Like I said, this girl was completely crazy! She reminded me of the girl from Fight Club. I'll be heading back to Vegas in the near future and would love to find her. I'm hoping that she is either working at a lesser club or as an escort.
If anyone has any info. please let me know.
R35
Stopped by SR last Friday around 2pm. Probably about 20 girls working and lots of variety. Ended up chatting with 2 hot Colombian women. Both have the MILF type look. One is tall, lean, all natural look. The other one (name starts with an S) is really short, great store bought rack, and an ass to die for. Got dances from both of them- didn't get much in the way of mileage except a great grind...but YMMV. They supposedly both work during weekends daytime. If you like hot latinas this is your club.
JM
I happened to come across this news article on The Daily Beast, a left leaning online magazine that I occasionally glance through. Full article is below, link is also attached...
[url]http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2010-09-17/foxy-girls-the-worst-strip-club-in-vegas/?cid=hp:beastoriginalsC4[/url]
[quote]The Worst Strip Club in Vegas
by Richard Abowitz
September 17, 2010 | 9:56pm
That’s the ignoble title bestowed upon Foxy Girls strip club by a new guide to Las Vegas. Richard Abowitz stops by to talk to the ladies and finds ugliness and charm in equal measure.
When most people think of a Las Vegas strip club, they think bachelor parties, bottle service, and hundreds of dollars recklessly spent one at a time.
What they don’t think of is Foxy Girls, a small, squat club that sits in exile on a stretch of road away from the famed Las Vegas Strip. It’s the type of place that would normally go unnoticed entirely, except for the fact that Foxy Girls recently had the dishonor of being named the worst strip club in Las Vegas by the Sin City Advisor’s Topless Vegas Pocket Guide.
How bad could Foxy Girls be? To find out, I ventured up South Highland Drive on a recent Tuesday evening—past Updated Auto, Paint Sprayers Unlimited, and Discount Firearms—to see the club.
On the billboard out front is a sultry model streaked with white lines of bird shit. A sign at the door warns that gang colors will not be tolerated in Foxy Girls. And inside, the club resembles a typical dive, with one big difference: a large, fleshy stripper who thumps her thick leg across my lap as soon as I sit down.
“Excuse me while I stretch my leg out,” she purrs. Another woman asks me in a long whine to buy her a drink. She’s rail-thin, tattooed, and wearing a tiny piece of silly black lingerie that threatens to slide off her skinny limbs.
It is 10:30 p.m., and I am one of two customers here.
The eight to 10 dancers working tonight could be any random collection of average women squeezed into ill-fitting stripper clothes. (One described her Foxy Girls audition: “I just showed up and they hired me on the spot. No hassles.”) Unlike most other strip clubs in Vegas, Foxy Girls has no house fee. Strippers in this city are technically independent contractors, and are not even paid the minimum wage. Instead, strippers usually pay the bar a fee—at top clubs in Vegas this can range from $60 to $100—for the privilege of working a shift. Along with mandatory tipping for security, DJs, and cocktail servers, the house fee makes being a stripper in Vegas one of the few jobs you can lose money working at.
"I want to strip as long as I can and then marry rich. That’s what my grandmom did.”
But Foxy Girls doesn’t charge its girls for dancing here, so no matter a stripper’s appearance, there’s no risk of working at a loss. The club doesn’t charge its customers to come through the door either—to attract the limited clientele that it has, Foxy Girls is one of the few strip clubs in town that has no cover charge, save for a lightly enforced two-drink minimum. Of course, you sometimes get what you pay for.
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After moving from the bar to an empty booth, an obese dancer accosts me, inexplicably furious. She is wearing a black dress a couple sizes too small with the bottom hiked up to expose her underwear as a sliver peeking out from between two gigantic thighs. “Where are the drinks?” she demands. When I shrug, confused, she turns to a dancer sitting at the bar behind me. “Where were the drinks that were at this table?” She storms off, only to return a few moments later. “I spoke to the bartender,” she says. She’s enraged. Her thundering tone suggests she is delivering the closing argument in a murder trial as she continues screaming at me, “She didn’t bus this table, so where are the drinks?”
Foxy Girls is a small, empty-feeling place with odd-fitting furniture. There’s a bar to one side and a stage at the other. A few vacant tables are scattered near a pool table in the back. The dirty sofa chairs at my table look completely inappropriate, like furniture from an empty nesters’ abandoned playroom. There is nowhere to hide a person’s drinks. (Another dancer later explains that the stripper who was irate with me waits for customers to leave so she can slurp down the remains of their cocktails before their table is cleared.)
Another stripper standing near me shakes her head. “Too much drama,” she says, profoundly. I ask her what is going on, and she refuses to explain. “There was drama last night and that is all I am going to say.” She tells me her name is Pixie.
“This place reminds me of a strip club in Montana,” Pixie says. One thing Pixie knows is strip clubs in Montana. That’s where she’s from, and where she—and her mother, and her grandmother—all worked as strippers for many years. She’s tiny, and her face is obscured by a thick layer of makeup.
Pixie recalls her mom being angry at her teachers when the school called to discuss a paper Pixie turned in on how she, too, wanted to be a stripper when she grew up. “'What’s wrong with being a stripper?’ my mom said.” Pixie laughs at the memory. Her future plans: “I want to strip as long as I can and then marry rich. That’s what my grandmom did. She and her husband who is old as fuck roam the country in a huge RV. It sounds like a great life.”
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Pixie won’t give her age, but she’s certainly under 30. She moved to Vegas about six months ago with her young daughter on an impulse. She’s attractive enough to have also worked at some of the big Vegas clubs like Cheetahs, where scenes for the movie Showgirls were filmed. But she likes Foxy Girls, where her good looks stand out more than they would at a mega-club—something she reasons gives her an advantage. “I used to switch back and forth between Cheetahs and here,” she says while eating a cannoli supplied by a regular. “But at Cheetahs you go into the dressing room and there is a line of beautiful girls. That’s intimidating. I’m not a very a good stripper. But I love doing it.”
Foxy Girls hardly ever sees tourists; its clientele is 100 percent Vegas locals. But for all its faults, anyone seeking an authentic Las Vegas experience will find it at this club. Like many of Vegas’s more intriguing spots, Foxy Girls has a history that goes back well before the Mirage sprung up. It was created by John Herda, a retiree, who was already well known around town as the owner of Herda’s Discount Appliance Warehouse. His son, Nick Herda, 55, can remember when the place was a rundown bar his dad acquired next door to the family appliance and electronics business. “My father bought this bar in 1964. It was a hardhat bar,” says Nick. John used to work his staff notoriously hard. “He once went through 37 waitresses in one year and it was a one-waitress job in there.”
John retired in the ‘80s and, according to his son, mellowed for a few years before deciding to return to operating the bar again. But this time he wanted to offer customers more than a beer and a burger. “Around 2000, dad decided that a topless bar is where the money would be down the road. We thought, ‘Oh geez.’” Foxy Girls was born. For years, John Herda would sit at the door checking IDs. He had business cards printed that read “John Herda’s Foxy Girls.”
In 2006, John was murdered at age 83 during a home-invasion robbery. His killer was sentenced to life without parole. John’s two sons found themselves unexpectedly running the place, which outlasted the family’s appliance store. “This whole thing is new to me and my brother,” says Nick. “I’m still learning. We’re going to keep it going until one day we sell it. It’s paying for itself.” He gets that Foxy Girls can seem squalid compared to the upscale clubs that get most of the attention in Vegas. “Our bar is nothing fancy like Spearmint Rhino,” he admits, “but we try to be a friendly place.”
There is no night friendlier at Foxy Girls than Wednesday: karaoke night. Even the bartender gets in on the action with a clip-on microphone. When a man starts warbling through Garth Brooks “Shameless,” Pixie does an interpretative dance on the stage. The stripper who asked for drinks says she would charge $5 to provide karaoke dancing to a customer. But Pixie gives it away for free. “I just thought it was fun. I like country music. I don’t charge for that.”
One online reviewer notes of Foxy Girls, “The club's shortcomings are a huge part of its charm.” This is certainly true. Nick Herda likes to think of this place as “Cheers with tits.” But Pixie will tell you, if you drop by to ask her, that whatever people think of it, Foxy Girls is still way more exciting than any strip club in Montana. Why?
“Because Foxy Girls is not in Montana. It’s in Vegas. For strippers, Vegas is the big leagues.” And in the big leagues, Foxy Girls offers a very small stage.
Richard Abowitz has chronicled the rise and continuing fall of Las Vegas for over a decade. He is the author of hundreds of articles for Las Vegas Weekly. Abowitz is perhaps best known for writing the Movable Buffet blog and continuing print column for Los Angeles Times. In addition to covering Vegas, Abowitz has been writing about music and culture for Rolling Stone since 1996. In December 2009, Abowitz launched GoldPlatedDoor.com to be an honest broker reporting on all things Vegas.[/quote]
Yea I've been here a few times over the last few months. First time with a gal I hang with, we were bored with Little Darlings and Club Platinum, thought we would give this place a try. It was a weeknight.
Every dancer seemed stoned or drunk, with a couple making slurred advances at my gal friend. A few danced on stage, I witnessed no VIP / Lap dances offered or accepted, and left wondering how any of these dancers made a living (no hints at 'extras' either).
I returned on a Friday night to see if weekend activities were any better. There were more dancers, all seemed sober, and even a few patrons. This is when I met the obese blond the article alludes to.
She seems to have no self-image issues, and considers herself quite a catch. She has all the right moves and verbal skills to be a successful dancer, except for the body. Not real bad, but not something I'd hit on in a regular club for free.
Being an equal opportunity patron, I did get a couple of dances from her in the back room. I just asked she not sit on my lap (the last time a woman her size did so, something got smashed and I ejaculated blood for a fortnight). Again, she has all the sultry presence to make one part with their Jacksons, and if BBW is your cup of tea (or malt), this gal is for you!
The other dancers were polar opposites, looking like Karen Carpenter on a diet. They spent so little time in the club, I thought they might be having dress rehearsals for the Anne Frank World Championship Hide and Seek games.
The staff is great, the bartender being the hottest gal in the club.
A visit to FG is more of an adventure than an erotic outing. Still, I'll go back.
Stopped in around 2:30. The first girl that came by sat down and started talking. She straddled my legs with hers and would run her fingers up my thigh. She said lets go to the booth and talk so I did. We sat and chatted in the same way with the clock not running. She would occasionally rub and squeeze my happy guy. We did dances with lots of stick shift action and she was up-selling hard for the VIP room. I told her I had bad past VIP experiences and wouldn't do it. She countered with we stay out front for a flat rate of $300 (at that time I was already into her for 5 dances) . I said ok. We spent over an hour in the booth. I was the one who said we are spending too much time and I should cut her loose. We enjoyed each others bodies and I left happy. She is tall and I little heavier than I traditionally go for, dark hair, kind of an exotic look like she is mixed asian. The $300 flat rate proved to be a really good deal considering the amount of time we spent, her level of service and her pleasant demeanor. Sorry I don't have her name.
[QUOTE=Robert 35; 1057092]Last time I was in Vegas (Which was a while ago) I hit the Spearmint Rhino and met a CRAZY stripper who spoke with fake British accent. She was wasted and would fade in and out of the fake accent. She was slightly older than the other SR girls (late 20's. Early 30's, black hair, hot body and had a strange name, even for a stripper. When I called her out on it, she insisted it was her real name and even showed me her driver's license to prove it.
I couldn't tell you what drug (s) she was on, but I can tell you that she was a lot of fun! Lap dance turned into HJ. HJ turned into a BBBJ. After a decent tip, we arranged to meet later on for what may have been the best incall ever, even though I almost had to call security.
I have never had anything like this at the rhino, and don't expect to ever experience this again. Like I said, this girl was completely crazy! She reminded me of the girl from Fight Club. I'll be heading back to Vegas in the near future and would love to find her. I'm hoping that she is either working at a lesser club or as an escort.
If anyone has any info. Please let me know.
R35[/QUOTE]Sounds like a gal I met at the Spearmint Rhino either fall 2007 or spring of 2008. Her name was Kayna, Tayana or something like that. Was she a Mediterranean looking brunette, most likely Southern Italian, Greek or Arabic, with large implants? I remember a fake sounding accent, that seem to drift between British, Russian and Greek or Italian.
I got a a very intense lap dance, with lots of attention in all the right places. After 2 songs she started bringing up that we could continue this at my hotel for a few hundred. Kept going down until it was just a bit under $$$. If it wasn't for the fact that she seemed a bit off, I would have easily took her up on the offer. She mentioned that she used to work at the Chicken Ranch, but that she quit because she didn't like how much she had to charge, and all the rules she had to work under.
Planning on hitting the Rhino (hoping to find Seattle, a lady I spent some time with who works weekends) on Sunday, Sapphire Monday for MNF, and maybe the new hustler club, just to check it out, but there isn't much out there on it. Any info?
I live on the East Coast, but I go to Foxy Girls almost exclusively when I go to Las Vegas. Sure it's a dive. I can't argue with a thing in the article. However, since there are a lot of "part-timer" strippers, and an easy hiring "policy", I have occasionally found a diamond in the rough here. I stop in and stay a while to check it out. If I don't see one I like, I leave.
Action is limited in the VIP. If you are interested in take-out, the VIP is the place to arrange it. No charge except for the dance. $20.
But make no mistake: Reasonably priced take-out is available here.