A few years ago, we lived in the very center of town. It had to be one of our very favorite locations and homes. Although it was so close to the strip, when you opened the door and entered our little apartment, it no longer felt like Vegas. It felt like Manhattan or Chicago, Boston or Austin. There was no place in Las Vegas like our place.

But one thing we loved so much about our home, was how we could easily access all the finer things of Vegas. Good food. Good drinks. The strip. And, of course, a plethora of strip clubs. One of these neighborhood strip clubs was Tommy Rockers.

This club was one of the furthest for us, but still a $25 cab ride (cab fair is how we distinguish “neighborhood strip clubs” on this blog because that’s how we roll). So we decided we were up for something new. A fresh adventure. And Tommy Rocker’s it was.

Upon first arriving it was nice. A big full bar to sit around. But you could tell that this wasn’t just a neighborhood strip club to us; this was a neighborhood strip club to the city. And what I mean by that is, there weren’t many girls, and at 10pm on a Saturday night, these girls made up the Las Vegas B squad.

Nonetheless, we were there, and we were going to enjoy it, damn it! So Ash and I cozied up, drinks in hand, 20s in the wallet to see how the night might turn, and boy did it ever turn. It took the sharpest turn to the left, followed by the sharpest turn to the right, we had ever experienced in a strip club.

A girl came and sat next to us. She was nice. She was attractive. And she was assertive. I don’t know if I was drunk, or if she was just in total control, but in my mind it’s a bit fuzzy how seconds between meeting this lady she was taking us for a vicious ride.

She sat us down on a little cushioned bench in the back of the club. Not VIP, but comfortable sitting for the regular non important patrons. She danced for Ash first. As I was watching, I noticed, she was barely dancing. It looked like she was just throwing her weight on him. Then she would pull his hair from side to side. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or not, but the song finally ended, and I thought our time with her was done.

I was wrong. She pretty much demanded we buy another dance, and this time she would dance for me. yay …

The same thing happened although there was no doubt that I was NOT enjoying her moves. She was not a big girl by any means, but even if your throwing one hundred twenty pounds on someone who’s not expecting it, it’s fucking heavy. Then the hair pulling started. It was not sexy. It just fucking hurt. Ash, sensing my pain, whether from the look on my face or from past experience, kept trying to tell this woman not to be so violent. “Don’t hurt her. Don’t do it so hard.” No response. She just kept going.

I wish my experience looked this nice ... not so much however!

Toward the end of the song, the stripper got up and once again threw her entire body on top of mine, but after that she didn’t move. I nudged her a few times, trying to get her to do something but she wouldn’t acknowledge my prods. I seriously wondered if she was dead.

No such luck. She was just “resting.” When the song finished, she actually asked if we wanted another. There was not a second of hesitation from Ash and me. The answer a screaming NO!

She sat down next to me, put back on her clothes and waited for Ash to pay her. He paid what was owed and tipped very little, which she had a huge problem with. “That’s all! After all of that, you can’t give me any more?!” she demanded.

I don’t even remember if we finished our drinks; we abruptly got up and left.

It’s a shame really. Tommy Rocker’s is actually a pretty nice place. I liken it to The Velvet Lion. Maybe it’s not as well known as Sapphires and Treasures, but it’s nice and the drinks are reasonable. But we have not been back since. That girl traumatized us!

Maybe we’ll give it a try again one day in the near future, but you better believe that if we see this girl again, we will run!

xoxo Lilith Diana

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