While in El Salvador I visited a Strip Joint called "LIPS" located in San Salvador, this is pretty well know place. Its fairly clean, the girls appearances oscillate between a 5 and 9 scale. They ask you to buy them drinks to sit with you. Drinks are between $5.00 and $10.00. They also offer lap dances for about $5.00, and if you pay more they can get more naughty too. I made and arrangement with two of them, waited for them to the end of their shift and took tem to my hotel....paid $150.00 for both to have them for the rest of the night.

Excerpt from 2001/08 Excat - San Salvador: Lips, Not Just for Kissing

LIPS, Paseo Gral Escalon #5146, half block east of Redondel [traffic circle] Masferrer, next to Hotel Suky. More of a recreation hall with multiple strippers, opened Mon-Sat and charged C52.5 or $6/admission & one mug of beer, $12/lap dance to three songs. It has a $12/special closet-size cabinet for unknown spectacle, and advertised no prostitution, 60 beautiful girls, and six ugly girls. I did not see any girls eating at any table, so food service available in 1999 may have been terminated. One has to talk the girl into a date after the club closes at 3am. Opens about noon, two shifts of girls, one large stage for three dancers and three side stages, mud wrestling on Tuesdays and Thursdays on a fifth lower-level stage which is used for dancing only when the club is packed with customers, four pool tables, two video game machines, three television monitors with hard-core porn (very common in SS monger places), and one female clothing concession stand. Customers tip the dancers, who place the bills conspiciously in a black garter around one thigh. Lap dancing is common, semi-public, almost totally nude. Definitely a must-see club. (PS: I heard that another Lips club opened up in Guatemala City in 2001.)

Redondel Masferrer is a traffic circle, commonly used in cities where traffic lights are scarce. Around this circle is a large supermarket, bus stops, sidewalk food cart vendors (SS is famous for its pupusa, a kind of corn-meal muffin-sized pancake with a thin layer of cheese or other edible inside), Burger King, and Padrino, a discotheque for the middle-class. One major road off the Redondel is Escalon (or Gral Escalon, which means General Escalon) going downhill. On the corner of Escalon on the block northside and near the Redondel is Lips back set from the street, sitting between a bank on one side and the Hotel Suky on the other side. At night, cars are parked two-deep on the sidewalk in front of Lips and the hotel, with a couple of uniformed guards carrying shotguns and watching. My friend parked his car about a block down Escalon in front of the two-story commercial center and paid the guard ten colones to watch his car. On the ground level of this commercial center is a little sandwich shop, that serves a great turkey sandwich and other excellent $5 sandwiches. Next to the commercial center, there is also a popular bar that has good rock bands, which looked like it served the zona rosa-type crowd. By the way, the zona rosa was a 25-colones, 10-minute taxi ride away.

To enter Lips, one has to walk up a wide spiral staircase to the second floor passed a sign warning against photography and reporters. At the top is a two-window cashier booth where money is deposited into a drawer. The cashier was a short mid-20s local guy with a mustache doing 45-degree angled pushups against the counter. He looked like a body builder with two years of weight training. I deposited my money, rolled up my left shirt sleeve, and threw him a bicep. Of course, my iron-pumping days rode off long ago with that vestal virgin who rode away from me on her milk-white unicorn when she heard my mumbled words of undying love. So, he had to laugh at my bicep and upper arm that could be mistaken for a slim baguette of French bread.

Next came the patdown. The entranceway was blocked by a big local guy and a little chain hanging three feet across. He unhooked the chain to let me in and then pat'd me down for weapons and unlike nearly all SS monger places that do patdowns, he questioned what I had in my back pocket. I pulled out a plastic bag containing my two-ounce tube of KY jelly and condoms. I am an optimist in SS and prepared for action. The big guy waved me in.

In back of the big guy was a large area marked off by a chest-high wall. I saw a large four-foot high stage with a wide walking area around it and ringed with chairs and tables for the patrons. During the week days and early evenings, there was next to no one in this area. But, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, this area got crowded for the mud-wrestling matches between the girls which took place on the stage without its wooden floor covering on top. On the weekends, it was also crowded with customers and strippers.

I passed the big-guy guard and turned left to walk another four or five steps. On this level, there was three pool tables in the middle, a long bar with stools in front on the left, which was opened when there was a big crowd, and an open area on the right next to an open room on the far right. The open area has a fourth pool table and served as a balcony where one can view the mud-wrestling stage. There were chairs and tables around this area, as well as a pinball machine and a claustophobic, closet-sized booth. I never did get a chance to find out what the booth was for. There was always a local guy blabber-mouthing the girl in charge of the booth, every time I passed by. In the open room on the far right were more tables and chairs.

Heading further back towards the rear passed the pool tables was another little area with tables and chairs and a pinball machine and to the right was another flight of five or six steps up to another level. Depending upon the time of day or night, these areas could go from relatively empty to full of sitting guys with almost entirely naked girls lap dancing atop of them. I tried not to stare. But, this was probably as close to a mass orgy as I have ever seen live in the flesh.

There was always somebody playing pool. If not a customer, then the girls practicing. One of the girls told me that they took lessons on how to play. Those who played were formidable opponents for the above-average pool player.

Lips advertised it has 60 girls and that was very close to the truth. The day shift had less and some nights had about 40 girls, but some nights and weekends there were more. The next largest monger place in SS had about 20 (30 on a good night) girls. Not only did Lips have the most girls but also it had the best looking girls. Why? My theory runs like this. First, it had the reputation of being the biggest and the best. Young girls who work were concerned about their image and working at Lips has some cachet. Second, there were lots of customers and a lot of lap dancing going on and at $12 for three songs, a girl could make more money in a night than working as a store clerk. By comparison, my friend has a maid three days a week and paid her about $100 a month. Third, the girls were not required to go with a customer.

On the next level up was a large four-foot high stage in the middle. Large enough to hold 70 girls at a roll call about 8 pm one evening. Around the stage was a bunch of tables and chairs. On the left side was a bar. On the far side was a small stage that has the appearance of peering into someone's room. On the far right side was an open room with another small stage. On the near right side was another open room with a fourth small stage, which usually has the water-shower act.

On a weekend night, all stages were in action and a good vantage point was in front of the bar where one could see all four stages, usually with one girl on each of the small stages and three or four girls on the center stage. One little problem though was that the place has so many male clients that they stoond around the center stage blocking view of the other stages. Among all this action of stripping girls, lap-dancing girls, pool playing, guys drinking, there were television monitors mounted on the walls above the heads of the crowd showing hard core porn. This is definitely a must-see place.

I walked into the pool table area and immediately a waitress asked to take my drink order. I gave her my beer ticket for a mug of draft. For fifty cents more, I could get a bottled beer. The music was the latest fad in latin rock. Not playing at ear-blasting volume, comfortably loud to pulse to Ricky Martin's "She Bangs." Looking around, I saw atop local guys the girls lap-dancing like writhing eels caught on the end of erect fishing poles. Here I used my peripheral vision to avoid staring, but why worry. The guys were concentrated on their physical sensation and their writhing girls. The few girls who saw me give me a come-hither-you-are-next look.

With a cold mug of beer in hand, I walked to the back area where the center stage was and did my walk-around surveying the scene and checking out the lovely lasses. excat, he likes the ladies. Pushed my way between standing and sitting locals and some obvious gringos, all hypnotically staring at the dancers. I recognized maybe ten girls from my last visit in 1999, but all the others were new. There were at least half a dozen that I would have liked to pump. Reality sets in. Whatever made me a solitary young guy in la usa made me a solitary mature guy in Lips. In other words, a wink and a smile with money in hand does not make a pretty girl come running to me. So, I have to work at getting laid.

A few guys sitting around the center stage on all sides were tipping the dancers. Just like in 1999, probably the only SS place where tipping a dancer was customary. The girls placed the folded currencies under a leg garter to hang like trophies to display their evident social esteem, on stage and off. Evident waft of the alpha females. Badges of pay-to-play to the customers. Sometimes, the dancers refused to come to a customer waving a bill. Too small the denomination. I continued to jockey around the main room, eyeing which dancers on the center stage and which dancers on the three side stages I wanted to see naked. That meant by the third number when clothing came off, I wanted to be close enough to see my favorites at which stage they were dancing on. In a crowded room, positioning oneself, as in the sexual act, can be a determinant factor in the pleasure received.

After seeing all dancers bared, as the next set of dancers walked onto the stages I walked back down to the pool hall area checking out the other girls. Glanced at the television monitors to see the latin version of hard porn, which looked the same as the gringo version. The same old in-out, in-out. Hardly anyone else was watching, but the very few who did were engrossed and breathing slightly faster. I looked inside the open room and suddenly I recognized Vixin (not her club name and not her real name). She was facing a local young guy, riding his lap with only her g-string on. He had his hand on her taut body stroking and his head nodding in a semi-conscious daze. They were pulsating to the fast beat of the rock music. The usual sequence was two fast songs and one slow song when the dancers would strip.

When I saw her, I could not help but recall when I met her in late 1999. Sipping my wet beer and eyeing her from the corner of my eye, my mind fogged back to our encounter over a year ago. I was in Lips, doing exactly the same things that I was doing now. Drinking, eyeing, and calculating my chances at a shot of passion. I looked at the girls, their healthy bared limbs, their tawny sleek bodies, some heavy pendulous breasts, and mestiza faces ranging from Spanish to Indian. Amid such plenty, I wanted the opposite. That is me. If I was in a room full of blondes, I would want the only brunette there. Amid so many open arms, I wanted the vestal virgin. And I thought I found her.

There in late 1999 on the center stage dancing between two other girls was Vixin. She had a chaste look of simplicity and loveliness about her. On the short side, A or B cups, light brownish skin, early 20s, and long dark staight hair that flowed down passed to half the length of her back. A distinctly Indian cast to her face that showed no wrinkles, no beauty marks, no marring. A maiden with no signs of childbirth about her abdomen. She seemed, at least in my eyes, to walk in a radiance that shimmered a bluish glow. Pocahontas. My heart beated a little faster and my loins felt an electric tingling. I was captivated.

I went to her and offered a drink. She accepted -- first base, I ordered, and we walked over to the area where the fourth pool table was. We talked a little in Spanish. I am not especially fluent, but get better with practice and worse when I am in the states where I practice very little. She asked me if I wanted a lap dance. I declined but gave her a 100-colon bill and said that I only wanted to talk with her. Did this impress her? I don't know. Maybe she thought I was a garrulous old fool who paid for mere words. Maybe she thought I was not a lecher and perhaps chivalrous. My intent, an attention-get-her.

Since 11 pm was my usual sleeping time even in late 1999, I knew that I could not wait until Lips closes at 3 am. Also, I figured that she would be tired at 3 am after all her dancing and work. I asked her when was her day off? I got lucky because she said tomorrow. I asked her if she would meet me tomorrow evening? She said yes. I thought secong base, not a homer because many girls have not shown up after telling me they would meet me. Such was my fate, but I left Lips and slept well that night.

On Avenida Escalon close to the round plaza with the Salvadorean Flag.

This is a high end Gentlemens club. There is a 5 to 8 dollar cover charge (this includes a free beer) The number of young ladies are 50 to 75 on weekends and 35 to 50 on weekdays.

Prices:
Beer $2 for national beer (Pilsener)
$5 for import (corona, bud, heine, etc)

$12 Nude table dance
You can do pretty much anything you want except sex of course.

$15 Pleasure Booth
You can pleasure yourself in booth while she pleasures herself behing one way mirror.(only you can look in, she cannot look at you)

$50 VIP
This includes special access to a VIP room, a bottle of wine, and dances till the bottle of wine is gone. Good deal if girl really does not drink. But an ok deal if she can, as above you do pretty much anything except sex.

$100
If you really hit it off with a dancer, she may ask that you wait for her until the club closes. She will then ask if you would like to spend the rest of the night with her for $100 dollars. $25 to $35 for good motel. (el pradador) $5 Taxi.

I really like this place since you can pick and choose who, what you want to do, and how much you are ready to spend.

I highly recommend this place. Great Girl to guy ratio.

I visited LIPS last summer and what a fun place. full nude lap dances, mugs of cold beer, nice girls. I also tried the VIP room, the chica sits on your lap topless for 1 hour. But, I didn't like the video cams watching you or recording? I saw the pleasure booths, but now I know what there are for. And did I mention the security gaurd outside with the shotgun. But, plan to return if I visit San Sanvador again.

Most of the above appears accurate, but I have a few things to add.

Most notable is that shift change is at 8:00pm. This means you can target a lady from day shift for a date at a reasonable time right after her shift.

Cover charge before 7pm is only $3.

At both the start and end of shifts, they call up all the dancers onto the stage at the same time. With all the dancers on a tiny stage, all they have room to do is stand in place and shake their ass or jiggle their shoulders.

Between the opening and closing roll calls, the ladies dance in sets of three. For the most part the dancing is uninspired, the most energetic movement being a vibrating of the ass which seemed very common in Lips. Unfortunately over half the ladies in both shifts were out of shape.

I found the ladies too quick on the draw to ask for a $12 private dance. At refusal, some will ask for a $2-$3 tip, while others have a "trick" of extracting the tip. They'll ask for a drink, something inexpensive like water, then just take your money and never order. This happened on several occasions.

Quality of selection was much better than most other places I visited, but attitude left a lot to be desired. I found one gem in both looks and personality, but most others did little to persuade me to want to arrange a date with them.

Of four actual attempted outdates, only one was successful (the gem, 3rd). The first stood me up, the second arrived with no makeup and wanted $100 for 30 min (naturally, I called that one off), and the fourth only danced.

The first lady told me that outdates were prohibited and instructed to me to meet her across the street. The successful third asked me to meet her right outside the front saying it would be no problem. However she saw me when I exited the cab across the street and came to me, so I can't confirm the story. I'll assume the first lady fed me BS, but I'd appreciate it if anyone can confirm.

I can't say I was very fond of Lips, and I did make a decent effort visiting on four different days with multiple reviews of both shifts.

Unfortunately, the scene as a whole in El Salvador wasn't very appealing, so I'd still recommend this place if you happen to be in San Salvador.

I found the phone number for Lips on the receipt.
Tel. 2263-6258

Went to Lips on a weekend nite. $7 cover after 7pm. When I arrived at 7:30pm there were 12 chicas. I noticed the girls had to clock in their time cards. When I left at 9:30pm there were 30 chicas. Didnīt see anyone better than a 7. Maybe I left too soon?

Still Lips had the most number of chicas and possibly the best lineup in SV, but sex is not permitted in the club. Several dance stages, 7 stripper poles, shower show on stage in the corner.

Near Lips and to the east on the same side of the street I saw other establishments that looked like strip clubs: Blackbox, Xtasis, 02Gra(?) or something. But I didnīt have time to check them out.

Update on Lips

$7.50 cover includes one drink, arrived about 9:00 p.m. About 10 hotties and 20 that were ok. Lots of women have a gunt. $15 for three lap dances in VIP area. You can lick anything and touch anything but no prenetration. Most dancers looked like they did not want to be there but the three who I had dances with had great attitudes.

Lips is mentioned in 2011/06 Rj2000 - El Salvador Not Completely Dead

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Lips is mentioned in 2013/02 Camaro1257 - Mi Primera Vez a San Salvador

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• Lips - Escalon Colonia Escalon 12pm-2am. ~$100+ Best lineup, but many sharks & not all prostitutes. No ST, before/after shift only. Expensive.

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