I will readily admit it - I have no fucking will power. None at all. I worship at the temple of hedonism with absolute devotion.

So when I read Robertx's recent report on a weekend in my hometown of Vegas, it was the last temptation that broke this sybarite's backbone. A night in Vegas lap dance heaven was just to tempting to resist, especially in light of the fact that:

1. I am ATTEMPTING to remain faithful to V (OK, actually I'm just trying to avoid catching anything before she gets here).
2. I had to nix my trip to SD this weekend in favor of "debachelorizing" the condo in preparation for V's impending arrival.
3. I had a "spare" $500 just burning a hole in my pocket and begging to be put to "good use". And
4. It had been at least 6 months since my last visit to a Vegas strip club.

The economics of the $20 lap dance and $500 club night just didn't stack up very well anymore against $20 SG's and $200 TLN's in TJ. But hell, variety is what makes life interesting, right?

When my buddy admitted that he'd never been to the OG (Olympic Garden), I decided it was time to clear his record of such a glaring omission. We hit it right after work.

At this point my self-preservation instincts thankfully made a short cameo appearance, and I fired off an e-mail to V telling her that I was going to have dinner with my buddy and may not be able to talk to her online that night. Since we'd had a minor argument the night before, I figured this could actually work in my favor - she needed to cool her jets a bit.

7:00 pm is awfully early for the OG, but the bastards were still collecting their $20 cover charge (with 2 drinks included). With a local ID they knock of $10 and you still get the drinks. A quick stop at the cashier for a couple of bundles of singles, and it was off to pervert row for drew.

The girl who was onstage when I arrived immediately reminded me of why the OG was on my list. She was fucking hot! A solid 8.5 Latina with a set of double D's and a red corset. Unfortunately she was already on the 3rd of the standard 3 song OG set, and I only had time for a couple face plunges in her prodigious cleavage. Visions of lap dances gyrated through my head(s).

Unfortunately my Latin Goddess disappeared in nanoseconds when her set finished, and I'd been too busy slobbering on her tits earlier to arrange a dance. When she reappeared she made a beeline for a couple of guys in a corner booth - obviously she'd been previously engaged before her set.

Oh well, plenty of other talent at hand - except that all the prime material was locked up already. One of the disadvantages of daytime/early evening at the OG - the ratio of strippers to customers is on the low side.

I'd also forgotten how low key the hustle is at the OG. Girls can not approach you for dances while seated at the tip rail. Even the floor hustle is restrained - no hard sell.

After about 45 minutes we were feeling sleaze-deprived, and agreed it was time to kick it up a notch. Cheetahs was purring our names. The classic Cheetahs lap dance closing line "I'll touch your dick." kept running through my head.

10 minutes later we'd paid our $10 cover, received new 1-year passes and were inside the epicenter of the Vegas ass grinding lap dance scene. And it didn't take long for the welcoming committee to arrive.

While standing at the bar waiting for our drinks a gorgeous light brown haired beauty from Denver with a perfect hourglass slid up next to me and pressed her 36 D's against my body. Coed city. Of course I'd love to have a little company!

Things had changed a bit at Cheetahs since my last visit. Most notably, the old arrangement of chairs and tables had been replaced by rows of very comfortable looking new chairs, with end tables replacing the former cocktail tables. I liked it.

I didn't like $20 rate for lap dances on the main floor. What the fuck happened to $10? Only for happy hour now I was told. I didn't push the subject because I knew the rate tended to match the level of business, and it was already packed for a Thursday night.

After a few minutes of conversation and light groping with the coed on my lap she persuaded me to buy a couple dances. It was the easiest sell she'd ever make.

In the interim a blonde Russian babe from Moscow had latched onto my buddy in the chair next to me. I guess we both reached lap dance critical mass at the same time, because his girl started working on the same song as mine....

...but the poor bastard was stuck in a "no hands" zone. She was laying down the law and he was towing the line. I offered my condolences as I latched onto the coed's 22 inch waist and jammed her ass a bit more forcefully against my painfully hardened member while she continued to grind away. I then went into "free roam" and explored as much of her hard body as I could. Since this was my first dance of the night I didn't do any g-string delving, restricting my fun to her choice ass and tits. About this time the coed began taunting my buddy about his poor lap dance luck. He was less than amused.

I sent the coed on her way after the second dance with $40 and a $10 tip for her superior attitude. My amigo made a dive for the tip rail, leaving the Russian shark eyeballing me as her next victim.

Big mistake. I'd just seen what she considered a dance, and I wasn't buying. She left in a Slavic huff a few minutes later.

I got up to join L (for loooooser) at the rail, but was intercepted again before I'd taken 3 steps by a very sleazy looking dirty blonde in a red velvet dress. No rack but she was cute enough and her attitude promised much fun. When she said her name was "Druanna", the deal was sealed. I allowed her to drag me to the front room to "talk". Resistance was futile (as if I was about to resist - I'm such a fucking lap dance slut).

SB (sleazy blonde) proved to be exactly as advertised, and numerous dances followed. It was definitely a "hands friendly" zone, and my explorations were only limited by the mechanics of the damned velvet dress. On one hand it provided great "cover" for what I was doing underneath, but gaining access to the side slits was occasionally not practical. She made up for her small rack by continuously jamming her nipples into my mouth for sucking, followed by open mouthed kisses. I could just taste her last cigarette. In between dick strokes she would run her lips over my one-eyed friend. She almost made him wink.

About $200 later we finished, and although it was great fun, I couldn't help but think of what that same money would have bought in TJ. I tried very hard NOT to think what it would buy in Bangkok. Fuck it! This was Vegas damn it. Vegas rules. Vegas economy. And it was high time I did my bit to support it!

I found L drooling by one of the bar stages. Within minutes a hot brunette latched onto him and he was off to the front room. I successfully fended off a couple less-than-nasty lap dance offers, but fell to a challenge of "how nasty can you be?" by a Goldilocks haired Valley Girl.

Off to the front room we trekked, grabbing a couch directly opposite L and his babe. Various and sundry verbal insults ensued.

Valley Girl was granola crunchy and new age friendly, and she liked to talk. When she saw my Buddha and Ganesha, Thailand entered the discussion. She declared herself my soul mate as she ripped her clothes off and proceeded to show me how nasty she could be. The damned bouncer was being an eagle eyed motherfucker, but we managed. Much dry humping followed. Fun girl.

Another $100 poorer, I found L drooling over another girl dancing at a bar stage. This one was from Sweden and was a brunette. I did not ask if her name was Inga.

During the next song we jockeyed for her attentions. That bastard L must have cheated. When she finished she led him off to lap dance land. I looked for a place to catch a breather. We'd been in Cheetahs for about 3 hours and I'd spent maybe 10 minutes of it NOT getting a lap dance or doing the between-dance grope.

So I sat my fat ass down in one of the new comfy chairs and watched the parade of pussy going by next to me. I even managed to turn down two or three dance requests. I'd had my fill of blondes (never high on my list), and I was looking for a brunette.

About 5 minutes later a cute Phillippina climbed into my lap. How could I resist? She immediately launched into a detailed discussion of how much she masturbates and the uses to which she has put the new dildo her friends bought her for her birthday as she groped Mr Happy, who was rapidly becoming Mr Happier.

A few minutes later we were off to my second home - the front room, where numerous full contact dances were intermixed with a lot of talk - dirty and otherwise. Before I knew what the fuck I was doing, I was talking to her about meeting outside of the club. OK, so I knew exactly what I was doing. We ended up spending a good 2 hours together, with more time spent talking than dancing.

I began to get some idea of the attraction of the PI and Angeles City. Sweet girl, and she knew all the buttons to push.

She gave me the relatively standard Vegas club girl line - come back to see her at the club one more time and then we'd go out. I guess it keeps the tourists at bay - or the suckers buying dances.

I finally dragged my tired ass home around 1:30 am. I discovered a half-dozen emails from V apologizing, professing her love, and wanting to know where I was.

And I began to feel like a schmuck. Screwing around with that Phillippina would be guaranteed to bite me in the ass hard, and soon. She was definitely looking for Visa daddy.

But she swallows (or claims to).

So do I go back tomorrow night?

drew

Drew, come on down to Nogie and get the nastiest lapdance of your life for $7! Let's see - 4 lapdances an hour over three hours (12 lapdances) would cost you a whopping $84. If you're ever in my neck of the woods, I'll have to take you down to lapdance heaven.

MrBill

If you head back tomorrow nite, it would seem to me that we might as well plan the next un-retirement party.

You fat bastard.

After all the guilt giving you have thrown toward me for being uh, less tham discreet with my buddies amiga's, you do this to V.

Well, I didn't go back. Didn't even seriously consider it.

drew the faithful

It's only a matter of time.

A leopard can not change it's spots.

jocannon a having only faith in his bro-der's (eventual) unfaithfulness kinda guy

20,000+ baht...mama mia...thats 6 sessions at Eden Club

DrewWho: I didn't know that you're a LV resident. I liked the report of Cheetahs. Imagine how fucked up the sister club here in SD is! As I reported I also had great time at Cheetahs. Of course one could get more mileage for the same money in Asia or MX, but if I lived in LV, I would just hang at Cheetahs once in a while to relax, get a few $10 dances in the afternoon and maybe have a date with my favorite dancer once or twice a year, when getting to another destination is difficult.
I live next to TJ, so my preferences are clear, but even TJ gets old and once or twice a year in LV I wouldn't mind...

"Imagine how fucked up the sister club here in SD is!"

Some of the girls that work at Cheetahs SD will come work at the LV Cheetahs for a week or two and then go back to SD.

When I used to do the strip club scene, I knew of many girls who would "work" Vegas on big weekends (fights, conventions, major sporting events, etc.) and would just rake in the dough. They all said it was well worth their time and effort.

You should see the airport on Thursday and Friday nights! Seems like every plane that lands (esp Southwest) is loaded with strippers.
During the peak of convention season and especially during the National Finals Rodeo (by far the favorite event of all tip-dependant Vegans), the real hotties will pull in between 1 and 2 grand a night, every night.
Normally they'll do between 500 and a grand on weekends if its not peak season.
So yeah, I guess making between 2 and 4 grand for an average 4 day trip (Thurs-Sun) is worthwhile.
Of course the average looking girls make significantly less, but they are MUCH more motivated!

drew

COMDEX=HOOTCHIE

COMDEX? I'm sure you know Snapper that COMDEX is the most reviled convention of the year in the eyes of strippers and casino workers?
Nobody's as fucking cheap as a geek.

drew

You're right about them being cheap. I've heard a story about a this group of about 6 guys that were sharing a hotel room. They brought f'n sleeping bags to sleep on the floor and were making Ramon Noodles in the coffee pot.

The strip clubs are busy and filled with girls during that convention though. But it's only because none of the strippers aren't aloud to get days off during that week. Not because they come in from out of state.

I guess CES would have been a better example of when all the HOOTCHIE comes to town.

-snapper-

I thought I just heard on CNN Headline News that there may be a casino worker's strike as early as May 16th (or was it May 30th?). The last one in 1984 significantly impacted Vegas. Anybody have any further particulars or comments on this? Hopefully the strippers (and their customers of course) won't be affected.

A Keeping you posted kind of guy,

Out-of-Towner

CES, NFR and MAGIC are what bring the QUALITY in town to reap those big tourist dollars.
Generally October to the end of January is the prime convention season.

drew

My stripper friend used to mention MAGIC all the time. Used to know of this URL for Vegas conventions schedule, see if I can't find it.

Harold it's
http://www.lasvegas24hours.com/

Or...

http://www.vegasfreedom.com/

Ootie, I highly doubt that there will be a strike, but if there is it will be a long one. IMO the union is way off base here.

heres a link.
http://www.lasvegassun.com/sunbin/stories/archives/2002/may/06/513407721.html?union


"Major issues include maintaining the current level of medical benefits and stopping workload increases and other abuses in the housekeeping department," the flier said. "In the aftermath of Sept. 11, both issues became both more pressing and more difficult to resolve."