Colorado Strip Clubs

What a week - I took a few of the girls and we all loaded up in the truck and headed to the Xbiz convention in Vegas - sure I returned a week ago but I had to recuperate - it was a “hard” week.

And what would a trip to Vegas be without a trip to one or two of the strip clubs? NOTHING! At least in my humble opinion. Sad part is that I didn’t get to see near as many clubs as I would have liked to but I did manage to have one of the best - and one of the worst strip club experiences I’ve ever had. First let me dispell the myth that all the pretty girls work in Vegas - just ain’t true - we have as high a percentage of sexy stripper here in Colorado as they clubs in Vegas. Of course, If you like fake tits (didn’t I go over phoney titties once before in this blog?) the you just might love Vegas. Personally I look at the the stripper as a whole (or hole) and fake tits can be a bigger minus than plus in most cases.

During my visit in Vegas, I managed to visit the Deja Vu, The Spearmint Rhino, and the Sapphire club. First let me say that I went to the clubs on weeknights so keep this in mind. Lets start with the worst club experience I’ve ever had (and I’ve had a few - I’ll write about an asshole of a manager here in Colorado later).

My video editor, Jack, and I arrived at just after midnight at the Spearmint Rhino to a packed house. My ex-wife used to dance there (and come home high a lot) so I’ve been in the club quite a few times in the past but not anytime in the last few years. First thing you should know about Vegas clubs is they WILL fuck you for every penny if you’re not a local. First it was $20.00 to park my car, then the entrance fee was $30.00 each, then when we wanted to sit - we had to pay some steroid damaged brain dead fuck-head to get us a table - and that took over an hour despite the $20,00 I gave him and the fact that there were 5 to 6 empty table all the time. While waiting, I was getting grossed out by the fact that the carpet was so filthy that my feet were sticking to it - fucking disgusting. Well, after just over an hour later, the brain-dead fuck-head that “regulated” the tables finally decided that we had waited long enough and gave us a table that had been vacant for most of the time we had been waiting. Once seated - I was looking forward to getting a drink and maybe a dance - but no…… that wasn’t going to happen. We were seated on the corner of the upper level and we never saw a waitress - nor did a dancer ever come close enough that I could get her attention. The dancers would sit on the table just below us and bitch that they weren’t making any money (in a relatively packed house) but the stupid cunts never came to my table. After another 45 minutes of waiting for drink, and a dance, Jack and I peeled our feet up off the filthy fucking carpet and left. $100.00 to park, get in and get seated and all we got was sticky feet. As for the girls, my guess is 95% had fake tits, was over 25 had an attitude. Maybe it’s a good thing that the lighting sucks at the Stinkmint Rhino. The Spearmint Rhino in Vegas is by far the worst club experience I’ve ever had - and I’ve been in thousands of strip clubs. Two “limp dicks” for the Stinkmint Rhino club in Vegas.

Now for the lighter side of things.

After being totally discussed with the Spearmint Rhino, I decided to take Jack to the Deja Vu on Industrial Drive. As a frequent visitor of Vegas, and one that prefers to stay relatively sober when visiting the titty bars, and one that hates stupid drunks, I tend to like the alcohol-free atmosphere of the Deja Vu chain of clubs. In contrast to the Stinkmint Rhino, the Derja Vu was clean, well light, parking was reasonable (we did use the valet and tip him well), the staff was friendly , and the girls were HOT - and all nude! Remind me to ask Eric, the dance counter, ho fucking much I dropped the two nights I visited the Vu. And please don’t tell my accountant but I think I’m going to try to write some of the cash I dropped there off as a business expense ;-). Special memories of a super short hard-bodied Latina stripper that kept me entertained. Five “hard peckers” for the Deja Vu in Vegas.

Last was the Sapphire Club. Billed as the largest strip club in the world, the Sapphire is as classy as it is large. Again, I’ve visited this club on a number of occasions and have never been disappointed. Clean, well lit, classy and they know how to treat a customer both regular and VIP. Three “hard peckers” for the Sapphire club in Vegas.

And now I need another week to recuperate