Crazy Horse Too, Vegas
A couple of years ago I went to Vegas with some mates. Lapdancing isn't really my thing - their eyes are weird and I don't like it when they flick you with their hair, it hurts a bit.

Anyway the others were insistent. While we were watching the main stage, girls were appearing one by one and leading my friends off to the "VIP room". They seemed kind of hypnotised. Finally a couple of girls appeared and invited me to go. I said thanks, but I'd wait for my friends to come back first. I figured I could get the lowdown on what actually happened out there, and then make my own decision.

The girls came back half an hour later and said "your friends are expecting you, please go to the VIP room".
"No you're alright!" I said. "They know I'm here!".

After an hour and a half I decided they were either dead, or were having too much fun without me, so i decided to go back to the hotel.

Suddenly they appeared, ashen faced and close to tears.
"Come on Browser, we're going. We've been raped".
"What!?"
"I said we've been RAPED".

Turns out they were getting personal lapdances and hadn't asked the price. Eventually when they called it a night the girls settled the bill - $2000 each. One of them didn't have a credit card so his mate had to put $4k on his own card.

I make sympathetic noises but was silently punching the air at the total $12 I had spent on three beers.

As we stumbled into the broad daylight, a ferrari screamed up to a halt, one of the lapdancers jumped in, flicked my mates the finger, and the car roared off into the distance. Poor exploited little mite.

The best bit was hours later when my mate looked thoughtful, and said "you know, I don't get to see a lot of tits. I think it was worth it".
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 26 Oct 2007, 11:34, Reply)