WHAT DOES A SPEARMINT RHINO SMELL LIKE?
Pure is perhaps the hottest club in Las Vegas. Don't ask me why. I think I saw it on E! Television's best clubs list. How would they know? What's insane is that even on Tuesday nights, the club goes off. Even from the outside I could tell the club was packed. Rich walks up to the bouncer and tells him he's with Kris's crew. The bouncer pauses for a few minutes, looks at another bouncer and that bouncer gives him the nod. We're in and save $20 right off the bat. I look at the people in line and think, "suckas." After lots of drink and lots of dancing, Rich says it's time for him to go. He does have work tomorrow after all.
By now, Lynie and Brenda have arrived to hang out a bit. I ask Lynie if she can give me a ride home and she nods. I give Rich my valet ticket and the next thing I know, Brenda is asking us if we want to go to the Rhino to meet up with some of her friends. After .0001 seconds of thought, I say, "why not?"
Spearmint Rhino is a gentlemen's club that seems to be all over the map. It's my first night in town and already I'm going to a stripjoint with several female locals. How is this happening? The gods are good to me so I begin to wonder what I have done to deserve this. As I ponder this thought, the girls are already helping me to get in without cover. It works and I am inside with four beautiful females and they are all ready to party. I begin to wonder why they like watching females strip and I suspect that one of them must have worked or is currently working for a strip joint.
Drinks are ordered and change is handed out. Dollar bills are flying all over the place. The dancers aren't the greatest - that's what you get at 3am on Wednesday morning. I don't mind at all because my newfound friends are stuffing dollar bills down my shirt. They know all the tricks. They even place well-folded bills on my ear and stuff additional Washingtons in my mouth. Who am I to complain? Of course, I return the favor and stuff dollar bills down their shirts. I cop some cheap feels with the back of my hand and say, "do I do it like this?" as I get farther and farther down her blouse. One of the girls replies, "well, they have to at least see the dollar bill!" I smile innocently.
After much booze, smoke and dollar bills have been spent, Lynie and I decide to leave. I give a last glimpse toward Brenda and her friends. They haven't stopped partying and I could tell Brenda is trashed.
Lynie drives me back to Rich's while I give her sweet-nothings in the car. Later, I find out she was drunk off her ass and asked her why she didn't let me drive. Safety first! No drinking and driving! She told me I was too busy and she was right. I asked Lynie if she wants to come inside, but it is late and she has to go. Oh well, better luck next time.
Pure is perhaps the hottest club in Las Vegas. Don't ask me why. I think I saw it on E! Television's best clubs list. How would they know? What's insane is that even on Tuesday nights, the club goes off. Even from the outside I could tell the club was packed. Rich walks up to the bouncer and tells him he's with Kris's crew. The bouncer pauses for a few minutes, looks at another bouncer and that bouncer gives him the nod. We're in and save $20 right off the bat. I look at the people in line and think, "suckas." After lots of drink and lots of dancing, Rich says it's time for him to go. He does have work tomorrow after all.
By now, Lynie and Brenda have arrived to hang out a bit. I ask Lynie if she can give me a ride home and she nods. I give Rich my valet ticket and the next thing I know, Brenda is asking us if we want to go to the Rhino to meet up with some of her friends. After .0001 seconds of thought, I say, "why not?"
Spearmint Rhino is a gentlemen's club that seems to be all over the map. It's my first night in town and already I'm going to a stripjoint with several female locals. How is this happening? The gods are good to me so I begin to wonder what I have done to deserve this. As I ponder this thought, the girls are already helping me to get in without cover. It works and I am inside with four beautiful females and they are all ready to party. I begin to wonder why they like watching females strip and I suspect that one of them must have worked or is currently working for a strip joint.
Drinks are ordered and change is handed out. Dollar bills are flying all over the place. The dancers aren't the greatest - that's what you get at 3am on Wednesday morning. I don't mind at all because my newfound friends are stuffing dollar bills down my shirt. They know all the tricks. They even place well-folded bills on my ear and stuff additional Washingtons in my mouth. Who am I to complain? Of course, I return the favor and stuff dollar bills down their shirts. I cop some cheap feels with the back of my hand and say, "do I do it like this?" as I get farther and farther down her blouse. One of the girls replies, "well, they have to at least see the dollar bill!" I smile innocently.
After much booze, smoke and dollar bills have been spent, Lynie and I decide to leave. I give a last glimpse toward Brenda and her friends. They haven't stopped partying and I could tell Brenda is trashed.
Lynie drives me back to Rich's while I give her sweet-nothings in the car. Later, I find out she was drunk off her ass and asked her why she didn't let me drive. Safety first! No drinking and driving! She told me I was too busy and she was right. I asked Lynie if she wants to come inside, but it is late and she has to go. Oh well, better luck next time.
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