. . . "17"^^ . "2"^^ . "Ok, I have to preface and say I'm a wee bit ignorant to the \"Adult Entertainment\" world. With that said, we chose Glitter Gulch because it was in ole-school Fremont, and we'd heard the females here were laid back, and that it wasn't totally in your face here (not that I would mind that mind you).\n\nOk, so two Indians walk into a strip bar....ummm...nevermind--too joke-ish. Let's start again. My friend and I entered this \"adult entertainment\" establishment. I should preface this by saying I was already feeling \"Vegas-y\", in that I was feeling tips-y. So I didn't have all my wits about me. I think this was my first mistake. My second mistake--I was out for a night on the town, so I was dressed to the nines, so I was looking pretty pimped out like an Erykah Badu jam. Unfortunately, my third mistake---I must have walked in all wide-eyed, because within 15 seconds of sitting down to \"observe\", I was jumped.\n\nYup, two \"so-called\" sisters grabbed me and took me to their alcove of choice. I was still malleable and perplexed, and dim-witted at this point....so...yeah. One of them was the talker and was all up in my grill. She was talkative and a bit pushy. Her \"sister\" was quieter, and was built like a brick poop house (I mean this in a good way, as in the Commodores variety); she told me to put my hand on her. We chatted for about 5-min...well, I was probably still doe-eyed and had my mouth open and was speechless while they talked. Oh, the other thing---you get a couple of drinks with the cover. So, as we were talking, the pushy sister ordered me to drink my shots---oh, they were sneaky sneaky!\n\nThen the topic of price came up, \"you can have both of us for three songs for $300\". This is when the stars orbitting my head stopped and I was slapped upside my head by my brain. I was like, \"What?!?!\". I guess I musta sounded loud because Brick house said, \"don't raise your voice!\" I then just smiled. I then said something like, \"I'm OK\". And then Brickhouse screamed, \"get your hand off me\". At that point, I busted out laughing, plopped her legs off mine and headed to the stage. My friend and I were out of there within minutes. \n\nSo, alot of this was self-imposed. Don't go to a strip club buzzed. Don't let the girls take control. Don't raise your voice. Do perpetrate yourself as being more in control (vs. Bambi-like and clueless). Do research where you want to go. I'm sure if I didn't let the two vulture sisters jump me from the beginning I woulda had a better time here. Damn you, whiskey!\n\nFor what its worth, the $20 cover included two drinks, the women were beautiful, and its all conveniently located on the Fremont strip. I was just too pi$$ed off to enjoy myself."^^ . "7"^^ . "10"^^ . "2008-12-22T00:00:00"^^ .