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[QUOTE=HuskerDude;3011956]I think you're just "Lucky" I only go to Vegas once a year, but always hit LilDarlings a couple times during my trip. I get hit on, but just politely tell them maybe later, and they've always just gone away without any BS. I sit on the stage and tip all the dancers a $1 or 2. Maybe cause I'm at the main stage, they don't bother me as much.[/QUOTE]Yeah, while I was there, it didn't look like the guys by the stage were getting any ladies going up to them much.
I was at CB last week. I've made a few prior visits and enjoy the club. It's a good time if you're into latinas (I am).
My MVP dancer was still there. But things weren't as fun as they used to be in the VIP. It seems like the doorman looks into the room and shines a flashlight around every 45 seconds or so. This put a damper on things. I still had fun with her, but not like before.
[QUOTE=Zman429;2984042]Vegas is one of the toughest places in the US for getting play. I suggest building up an appetite and going elsewhere for play. That said if you want to try, go to Little Darlings.[/QUOTE]I've lived here for four years and I completely agree with this post. (Lately all the girls at LD tell me lap dances are $40, even though there are signs saying they are $20. Go figure.).
What the strip clubs in LV are good for is the variety of ethnicities, if you're into that sort of thing like I am. There are girls from all over the world here.
As for action, I know it happens at high rates in the VIP rooms. I wouldn't count on it though, and action has certainly been easier to find in clubs elsewhere I've been.
On another site, I had read the dayshift was on its way back. I had to see for myself. The first time I went was last week and it was BEYOND dead. Not a dancer in site and except for the bartender, not even another female. I lost some $$$ playing poker, but not again, not another female so it was definitely a wasted trip in more ways than one.
I gave it a shot the other day again and it was different. Maybe about 6 dancers or so. I was approached by two wanting to do the doubles thing. Yeah, been there and no way I'm falling for that shit, and of course one was not my type. The other was OK but a little young. I won a pretty good amount and decided to share the wealth with her. She was tipsy from drinks since she was playing and the bartender comped her drinks.
Off to the corner, pretty good two way contact. Kitty was not off limits and in fact she placed my hands there. $80 later I had to get going. She told me all I did was leave her horny and wet. I checked and at least part of that statement was true. I don't know, maybe I'll spring for a VIP and see if things continue to go well. Right now the jury is still out, but its worth more investigating for certain.
I'm into Hispanic chicks, and thinking about checking out Chicas Bonita. For you guys that go alone, how's the vibe from other clientele at the place. Any problems or is it pretty laid back, even if your Spanish is almost nil?
At all clubs dancers can charge what they want for lappers, they don't have to charge the posted rate. But LD's is getting out of hand IMO. The standard rate is $20 but now most are charging at least $40. You do usually get high mileage and their lappers are in a private area not on the floor but the hustle factor at LD's has definitely increased when I was there last month. My girlfriend and I are headed back to Vegas next week and I think this time we'll skip LD's and just do Palomino and Sapphire.
I've been a few times the last couple months. Not bad, small selection of Latinas of all sizes and a few black girls. Never been pressured to buy drinks, and when I go to back room ($25 a dance) there has always been plenty of mutual roaming. I speak very little Spanish, but have never had much of an issue.
[QUOTE=SparkyDanger;3029711]I've been a few times the last couple months. Not bad, small selection of Latinas of all sizes and a few black girls. Never been pressured to buy drinks, and when I go to back room ($25 a dance) there has always been plenty of mutual roaming. I speak very little Spanish, but have never had much of an issue.[/QUOTE]This was meant as a response to the gentleman asking about Chicas Bonitas.
In response to going to Chicas, I went there solo last Friday and had a good time. I speak very little Spanish, but had no trouble communicating with the girls there. There were plenty to choose from. Seating was hard to find, otherwise it is a great club. Private dances were only $25 each. Felt safe in the club. Have fun.
Thanks for the responses fellas. Definitely going to check Chicas out.
The palomino is right there too.
Went in about a week ago, no cover for locals, but 1 drink minimum. Ordered a BL for $7. They seem to have a happy hour, but I missed it. About a dozen girls working, club was mostly empty. I was surprised by how attractive a lot of them were for a club in BFH. Watched on on stage, but saw a girl on a second / smaller stage. Helped her down. Very petite latina who sat with me. Friendly, actually passed on the waitress when she asked if anyone wanted a drink, which I was surprised by.
Pricing: immediately went for the "private" option, quoted 1/2 h at 250+tip. Didn't bite. There was an hour rate as well. I checked the website when I got home and she was accurate on pricing so that was good.
Lappers were 40,3 for 100, did the 3 tipped an extra 20 at the end because she actually did a decent job. She seemed happy, asked me to come back soon. Left 130 lighter in the wallet for about a hour time frame. It was as reasonable an experience as I've ever had and the pricing honesty was refreshing. If I'm lucky at the machines this month, I'll go back and temp a VIP to see those variables.
I have a bit of a fetish and am planning a vegas trip sometime soon and was wondering if there were any known pregnant dancers in vegas (I. E. Showing) and if so where are they working and when I don't mind dive clubs. Please save any snide comments or trash talking off a particular club I am serious.
[QUOTE=RalphM;3034629]Went in about a week ago, no cover for locals, but 1 drink minimum. Ordered a BL for $7. They seem to have a happy hour, but I missed it. About a dozen girls working, club was mostly empty. I was surprised by how attractive a lot of them were for a club in BFH. Watched on on stage, but saw a girl on a second / smaller stage. Helped her down. Very petite latina who sat with me. Friendly, actually passed on the waitress when she asked if anyone wanted a drink, which I was surprised by.
Pricing: immediately went for the "private" option, quoted 1/2 h at 250+tip. Didn't bite. There was an hour rate as well. I checked the website when I got home and she was accurate on pricing so that was good.
Lappers were 40,3 for 100, did the 3 tipped an extra 20 at the end because she actually did a decent job. She seemed happy, asked me to come back soon. Left 130 lighter in the wallet for about a hour time frame. It was as reasonable an experience as I've ever had and the pricing honesty was refreshing. If I'm lucky at the machines this month, I'll go back and temp a VIP to see those variables.[/QUOTE]I am confused. What did tip for? What was this decent job she did?
Would you please clarify?
Going to strip clubs is a dangerous high-pressure gig for most people, under any circumstances. It is like pumping hot steam into thousands of different-size boilers. The laws of physics mandate that some will explode before others, although all of them will explode sooner or later unless somebody cuts off the steam. I love steam myself, and I have learned to survive under savage and unnatural pressure. I am a steam freak. Most strip clubs are like the buffet at some downtown dice joint. I can take it or leave it. I have been there before, many times. On some days, it seems like I have lived at the Crazy Horse 3 or Spearmint Rhino for half my life. There is blood on these walls, and some of it is mine.
On a whim I stopped by a bespeckled, disheveled hole of a place, Chicas Bonitas. The degenerates at this establishment had much to be desired, though I felt safe parking the Sedan between a working man's Ford pickup and a two-tone Jap Hatchback. Strolling through the door into this dark, den of inequity, I found no guards and passed through like King Maximilian himself, away from the mocking daylight to bathe in Ranchera and Top 40.
Foreshadowed by the title, the sex-obsessed hovel is styled after some far-off Tijuana bordello. Eyes adjusted and adjudicating, quick looks to the left and right quickly size up what is before me. Front and center is the bar, crowded with stools and broken dreams. Jorge, both counselor and jester, unhurriedly doles out Budweiser long-necks and pitchers of Pacifico to unenthusiastic patrons who leave him the measly 50 cents for a tip. The busy, chipped bar top wraps around the front and to the right, for every Tomas, Fernando and Santiago in the joint. Parched, I seat myself at a shiny blue stool, waiting for Jorge to collect the dividends left too casually by the last financier. "Good Dark Mexican beer, if you have it. What's your name?" "Jorge, and it'll be $6.50," is how my friend responded, going through the well-practiced motions of lifting the lid before serving the ice-cold Modello Negro. Placing the cervesa on top of a white napkin on the bar, he patiently waits for payment. Like a good philanthropist, I hand the man 15 green backs and tell him to keep the change. Attitude adjusted, I made a friend for at least a visit.
At the throne, I surveyed all that was before me. From the door and to the left on a tiny, poled stage, a little Columbian minx gyrated in her white thong to the spectacle of a few hungry men. Perched from the banquet chairs and booths bolted into the wall, they fed her dollar bills which she gratefully accepted. A wink from across the bar invited me over, to festoon her g-string with my hard earned currency. Top off and nipples pert, the young minx dressed my face with her luscious breasts while I cupped her awesome ass. As soon as it started, it was over before I could fall deeper to the siren's call.
Returned to my throne, before me the depraved surround the sliver of stage where a young Mexican women's legs vise-gripped someone head. I suddenly wish I was that man, so close to paradise I could taste freedom! Again a look and a nod from this tan, brunette temptress, I ordered another beer and eagerly awaited her to get off stage. As her song was over, she swayed in my direction to ultimately press into me like a long-lost lover. Not slim, but not a pyramid of flesh, I took her into my arms, "I've been waiting all day for you." Back and forth, I find out a lot about this club. Cheap to get in and dance, girls peddle their wares for $10 on the floor and $25 in "The Back". "The Back" was very dark and full of hard couches, separating the prying eyes of perverts with a black canvas. Convinced, I take the Mexicana in the back for an uninterrupted test-ride, which did not disappoint. Luscious breasts out, I feasted my eyes and hands all over her tight body. She ground me into oblivion, changing my preconceived notions about the value that was before me. The separation from bliss to disappointment is the length of two songs. The piper was paid with a kiss on the cheek and $50 in her purse. Returning to the bar, Jorge had another beer ready. That's what friends are for.
This ritual continued, tasting the wares as they were provided for no less than a dance in "The Back". I had become a popular man and noticed amongst my small harem as a Sympathizer to their plight. I was warned of the "Cubans", who go to the dark side. Were I a younger man, I might have fancied this myself. But the approach of one, "Do you want a dance? Aren't I sexy. " raised my awareness and concern. I have always hated smug strippers, and I like to have sport with them. They are harmless quacks in the main, but some of them get ambitious and turn predatory, especially in strip clubs. "If you no want dance, tip me. " "I do not want to. " "Tip me, now. " "I want you to leave. " "Tip. " Cutting her off, a pleading look to Jorge, "Friend, how do you say 'Get the F*CK away from me in Spanish?" Jorge's reply, "B*tch, get on up outt'a here!" was the medicine needed to scurry her golden c*nt away. Satisfied, I hand my friend $10 for another beer while we exchange a knowing nod.
I never believe that good things must come to a close, but my wallet protested and went prone. With no more funds available for this venture, I bid Jorge and my harem ADIOS! The night was late and I had strayed too long off the righteous path. For a moment, the King has turned into the Peasant. And that is OK. There is a place for Chicas Bonitas in my polluted heart. In retrospect, the amateur hour before me reflected the truer nature of the performer. Chicas is chock-full of curvy girls of all different shapes, shades and sizes who are just trying to get by, living the American Story to target the American Dream.
Names changed to protect the innocent.
Written in the style of Hunter S. Thompson. Some parts are excerpts from his writing, sourced below.
Source: "Doomed Love at the Taco Stand" by Hunter S. Thompson.