Part of the Maturation Process?
[QUOTE=MareloboMex;2008949]Heywood is right about this.
We are all humans and they may be getting paid and willing to be with guys they wouldn't if the guys were not paying them. But YMMV totally happens and just because you are paying doesn't mean you can't make a connection and enjoy each as one girl to one boy.
Also for each one of these girls there is a first hand job, blow job, sex. Frequently there is period where she will with one guy or a few guys before she basically becomes available to most guys. This is just part of how life works and if you make a connection enjoy it. She will also.[/QUOTE]MM is spot on about this. There have been at least three different dancers over the last couple of years at BTs, whom I experienced similar results. All three times it went just like this:
Me: "I see you're sitting all alone, sit with me." Her: "Ok".
Me, after buying a couple of drinks: "So do you know how the VIP works? What's on the menu (sic)?" Her: "Yes, but I only will get you off with foreplay or grinding (sic).".
Me: "Well I'm her for FS, so here's a parting tip ($5/$10). I don't want to keep you from 'making money' Her: "okay, thanks.".
Then when I saw them again 3 months later, they came right up to me. 2 of of the 3 said, "I remember you, want to do VIP?" The third didn't remember me, but we still fucked. The moral of this anecdote is, don't sweat them not giving you everything. Unless it happens all the time, in different places. In that case, change your technique and / or appearance.
mid-January visit to the Criket
A longtime friend invited me to attend the auto show in Detroit. We have attended semi-regularly over the years, and since his shrew-***** wife was out of town for a few days, I was happy to accept his invite to stay at his house. I flew in mid-afternoon on Friday, and suggested we hit a nice gentlemen's club and have a brew and maybe dinner. I've read this and other forums and was interested in trying out BT's in Dearborn, but my buddy was worried that there would be a high probability of seeing one of his co-workers (he works at a certain nearby auto company). Instead, he suggested that the Criket might be a suitable option.
We arrived in late afternoon, and there was no valet or cover charge. The club seemed smaller to me than it appeared from the outside, but the music wasn't so loud that conversation was impossible. The table we took was clean, there was only the hint of smoke in the air, and I rate our waitresses looks an 8, and her service a 9. As for dancers, I think we arrived near shift change but I would guess there were roughly a half dozen dancers on hand. A couple of 7's were tied up with what I assume were regulars, with the remaining one's also in the 6 - 7 range. After a brew, I hit the surprisingly clean bathroom, and on the way back almost ran into a late 30's MILFish brunette. I smiled and leaned over and made a proposal to her. She smiled back and said she would be right out. A few minutes later she came to our table and retrieved my dumbfounded friend and toook him back to the VIP area.
About 20 minutes later she returned to the table, and she gave me back $20 stating he didn't last that long. A few minutes later my friend came back with the biggest shoe-eating grin on his face and said she was amazing. I wasn't present of course, but given she returned $20 out of the $150 I gave her up front, this left a favorable impression on me. Unfortunately, my buddy's daughter called with a semi-emergency before I could sample any of the dancers myself. The next time I'm in the Detroit metro area, I might just return to the Criket.
mid-January visit to Penthouse Club Detroit
I was in the Detroit metro area visiting a buddy, but found myself solo on a late Saturday afternoon while he attended a function for his high school aged daughter. I was originally planning to attend, but he offered the use of a semi-experimental car (he's a long time auto company engineer), and I figured I would take the opportunity to pay a visit to one of the higher profile clubs in the area. Just as I was setting the alarm system at his house, his oldest son pulled into the driveway. While we're actually not related by blood, he's always called me uncle Sam, and I was happy to catch up with him.
He crossed the 21 barrier last year and suggested that he take me out for a beer. Given the fact that he is a second year medical student, I offered that in light of our present comparative financial positions, I would subsidize the financial transactions, but joked that he would give me a discount on a liver transplant if it became necessary in the future. We ended up taking the nicer of the two available rides, and soon we were off. When I suggested we drop by the Penthouse Club, he hesitated for a second and then beamed, "Hell yes!" I advanced him $200, and advised him to spend it wisely. Wink, wink.
By the time we had valeted the car, checked our coats, took our booth, and ordered our first drink, my wallet was about $100 lighter. I'd estimate the club was only 25% full at that point, but there were probably 15 -18 girls on hand and my "nephew's" head drifted back and forth like a security camera in a high risk zone. The overall dancer appearance was lower than I had expected, based on a summary of reports on this and other forums. IMHO there was only one 9, with a couple 8's, and the bulk of the rest were 7's. I was surprised at the number of girls with heavy ink displays, and the average age was a bit younger (25?) than I expected for this club.
Our waitress was very attractive and very attentive, and I would have happily paid for a trip to the VIP with her. We weren't approached by anyone at first, but before too long a 20-something with bolt-ons came and sat next to me. She completely ignored my younger companion, and was clearly pushing for a quick sale. She suggested we could have a lot of fun for $500 in VIP, and I suggested she should move on without making a counter offer. Just as I was about to go tip someone, two dancers piled in next to us. They one next to me was 30-ish, blonde, and vaguely reminiscent of a younger Heather Locklear. The other was in her early 20's and immediately began a distinctly private conversation with my nephew as she pushed her tongue into his left ear. "Heather" slowly reached in my trouser pocket as we chatted about nothing, and soon we reviewed a menu together. One thing about being a bit older is that you have the advantage of knowing what you like. "Heather" and I agreed the half and half selection was fairly priced, and that she would finish with a sampling of French cuisine. Soon I was handing the upstairs bouncer a picture of President Jackson, to round out $200 for my upstairs trip.
About 25 minutes later I returned downstairs to find my nephew missing, so I sat and ordered a soft drink. About 10 minutes later he returned looking like he had just finished the first half of a football game, complete with "helmet head". I bought him a beer and he related that negotiations failed to produce an accord with the first girl. For a few minutes he waited and then went to the bar and ended up talking up an eastern European girl that he ended up taking to the VIP area. While there was no surprise that he ended up with nothing left in his wallet (250), he was definitely a happy camper, and I have been nominated for uncle of the year. We returned back to my buddy's place just in time for us to clean up prior to other people arriving home.
Overall, my takeaway impression of the the club is that it merits the "upscale" tag. The dancers on this visit were less attractive than I expected however, and given that there are multiple other options in the Detroit metro area, I probably won't return immediately to the Penthouse Club.