Strip Brothels in Southern California
OK, I have done my research and there are 3 clubs in Southern California that are openly brothels. They are all in the City of Industry and, in decreasing order of brothelhood ;D , they are
Tropical Lei
Hawaii Theater
Spearmint Rhino
Dancer looks go in the opposite order. I have been to all three of them years ago, but I haven't gone for extras :angel: . What the three clubs have in common is that they are so ridiculously dark. I wonder why? :devil:
Could someone explain to me why the police are not busting them instead of harassing the heck out of far more legitimate strip clubs? This would be the easiest bust in police history. Anybody who walks in can get propositioned in 10 minutes.
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Actually, Tropical Lei is in the city of Upland, about 20 minutes NE of Industry. And while UHM is available at SRI (as I rediscovered last night much to my delight), that is more the exception than the norm, particularaly since three dancers who were of that "ilk" have since moved on.
As for Hawaii Theatre, I returned there yesterday after a 4-year hiatus. If I have time, I'll post a review, though most people here cower at the thought of actual sexual activity going on in a SC.
CP
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There's also Players in Sun Valley. I've been propositioned several times there.
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Could someone explain to me why the police are not busting them instead of harassing the heck out of far more legitimate strip clubs? This would be the easiest bust in police history.
never underestimate the greed of your fellow man. LE and other public servants have to eat too. especially, when he's paying off private school tuition, a mortgage, alimony, braces for the kids, mistresses, bookies, etc.....
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As for Hawaii Theatre, I returned there yesterday after a 4-year hiatus. If I have time, I'll post a review
Looking forward to your review, and thanks for correcting me about the location of Tropical Lei.
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OMG. I worked at one of those clubs. I've recently started working at a topless club in Orange County and it was hard to adjust.
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I last was in HT about four years ago. The club was a pit, with sticky floors and nasty dancers. I sat in the cleanest chair I could find, hoping to spot a jewel among all the zircons. Instead, in the span of 16 minutes, I was accosted to "Buy the lady a drink?" 13 times. It seemed if a dancer simply bumped into me on the way to the restroom, a waitress would scurry over and demand a drink purchase. Ugh. No mileage is worth this kind of hassle. I left, vowing not to return.
Last week, though, a phone call from one of my all-time favorite dancers changed my mind. She was trying out HT, and bringing over another gal who also rocks my world. So far, she said, she was happy, as the new club was taking less of her money, and were far less psychotic about dance counts, and weren't into backcharging her or overcounting songs. This was dancer who literally booked more (nude) dances than anyone else in the club, so for her original club to hose her, as they had been of late, was unbelievably self-defeating (but then, I've never heard of an HBS graduate running a SC).
I got to the club about 7:30, and spotted one of my girls in the parking lot. She was happy to see me, one more friendly face at a new club. I parked, paid my $15 cover and went inside. My ATF was inside, too. We hugged, chatted and I left them to let them get ready. Things had really changed. HT is a small club, dominated by a large stage in the middle, and tables and chairs scattered in a U-grid around the stage on the main floor, with some bench booths along the near wall and the topless benches located perpindicular to those. VIP rooms located through a door along the NE corner. Everything was clean, thanks to what has to be a relatively recent remodel. Non-alcoholic beverages were $5 apiece, I think. I ordered a coke and sat in one of the back booths, to better avoid the sneak attacks and ambush dancers.
Dancers do 2-song sets, songs are around 3 minutes long, give or take (mostly take). It was early, but there still a few girls on the floor. I was approached by one, fended off the request. Another came by, told me how much fun I could have, and was surprised when I turned her down. I finally spotted a very pretty young blonde with D-cup fakies who definitely struck a nerve. She asked a couple dudes, both said no, then spotted me tracking her like Gretzky behind the net waiting for a loose puck, and she came over and sat down. Naturally, the waitress came by as well. No thank you. We talked for a bit, mostly in an effort to get an understanding the club now. She then asked if I wanted to go into VIP with her and I agreed. (Dances at this club are $20 topless, on the bench, or 3 $40 nude dances in the VIP rooms.) We walked into the VIP area, and I noticed there were at least 10 VIP rooms. Each room is curtained off, with Velcro on them for complete privacy. A large couch/chair hybrid and a small table passes for room decor. Well, I'm not here to scout locations for Martha Stewart's Omnimedia, now am I?
We get comfy, the nest song starts, and she immediately, uh, eases my discomfort. My gal coos in my ear, and gives me a menu from which to choose. Apparently, she is multilingual, able to speak French, Russian and even Greek with equal fluency. I actually choose from off the menu, which surprises her, but she is a tropper and is so, so customer-oriented. It's nice to see not all young kids are slackers, and some truly take pride in their work. 10 minutes later, we are done, and my little blonde thanks me for teaching her "restraint." I nearly fall over laughing. I find out later that this gal is considered the prime earner at HT. My guess would be, based on her rates, that she probably clears $2k a night. No, I am not kidding. In fact, I may be light.
I return to my spot. My dancers are working the crowd, and I'm happy to see them doing well. Another wiry little tweaker comes up to me. "Wanna BJ?" she asks. No thanks. She walks away, before realizing it, and turns back at me. "Well, how about a lapdance then?" I tell her no again, but inside I am cracking up. Maybe one of my top five moments in a SC. My reverie is broken up by something in my peripheral vision. I look up, and out from the dressing rooms walks a Latina brunette sex bomb with the biggest boobs I have seen in a club in quite some time. She spends about 10 minutes trying to convince one PL to lap her, while I am putting all my Vulcan mind control powers to use compelling him to say no. She finally realizes it's no sale, spots me and walks on over and introduces herself to me and little CP, too. In fact, during the entire time chat (easily half an hour) she never stops introducing herself, except when she is putting my hands on her twins. During the course of the conversation, one of my dancers comes over and I introduce them. My gal can clearly see I am smitten with this new dancer and tells her some of the things I like. The new gal promises to help out my friend. Everybody's happy. FInally, my dancer excuses herself (I forgot to mention that during this time the two waitresses tag teamed me to "BTLAD?" approximately 15 times.) We take the opportunity to go to VIP. Once inside, it's a no holds barred free-for-all. Hard to tell who is enjoying it more, but a betting man just might say she was, especially towards the end of our second VIP session when I provided the drink.
Never did get to lap with my two gals, but it looks like I have a new stop on the CP club tour. Ahh, life is good.
CP
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CP:
Thanks for a great review!
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You're welcome, empelo. Here's Part II for you, from last Saturday (reposted from another site, so some references will not be understood here. But then again, many things are not understood here):
I had an early start to the evening (6:30), and I didn't want to go to SRI and dump a load (of cash, silly) early in the evening and not be ready for my main purpose: more fishing at HT, certainly, but also tracking down a lead on my ATF, who fell of the radar screen completely about 18 months ago, until just a few weeks ago when a dancer at one of my clubs told me she was back in town. More on this later.
(Btw, I see a lot of whining on the SRI RR board about the club. They couldn't be more offbase. Right now, SRI is as solid a mileage club as it has ever been, with plenty of top dancers providing even better dances. Sure, there have been defections, retirements and even terminations of quality dancers, but I cannot think of a time when there were more sure things--particularly on the dayshift--than right now. The songs are longer, and more dancers have taken on the Frosty service paradigm; namely quality topless laps, higher quality nudes and superior laps in the VIP. I have no problem with this. Their biggest issue right now is fleshing out the dancer lineup. It's often less than eight dancers in the dayshift, and less than 25 at night. This needs to be improved post haste.)
So, where to go when all you wanna do is kill time and not spend much $$$ in Industry? DVCOI, of course. With a Z-Bone VIP card, it's free to get in (but make sure you gots your zapatas on, mi amigo). Ya gotta pay the $5 for the bottomless drink. I sit and watch the show.
Sparkle is dancing onstage. The one thing you used to count on at a DV was good stage show. No more, at least not here. She's one of those dancers who doesn't even bother to take her top until the second sond song, and just bunches up her panties around her thighs instead of doing a proper floor show. No kitty, no $$$, is a key mantra for me. Another sister follows her and pretty much duplicates Sparkle's performance.
The number of dancers at DVCOI also makes the volume at SRI look like the line to buy Soylent Green. When I've been allowed inside, I've never seen more than 8-10 dancers on shift, and given that when they arrive they are apparently Super glued to the locker room when they aren't onstage, you'll rarely more than 3-4 dancers at a time.
Finally saw one dancer who piqued my interest: a petite latina (natch) blonde named Pleasure. Decided to give her a whirl in the $10 topless cubes. With 40 open cubes to choose from, when she chose the one on the end of the aisle, I knew I was in for a mediocre ride. Thank g-d laps here are only $10. (Kinda reminds of the joke about why divorces are so expensive...because they're worth it.) I think the girls here are so inured to the IE PLs, they've forgotten or allowed their lapskillz to erode.
Pleasure gives me an average ride, allowing me complete Northern Fly Zone access but making sure she positions herself in such a way that feeding is impossible. Frustrating to say the least. I try her a second lap, hoping she'll warm-up, but all she does is wear out her Big Red chewing gum. Maybe I need to talk to her about her name vis-a-vis truth in advertising laws.
I return to the main floor, where one of the biggest PLs (400# plus) I have ever seen is literally plastered against one of the couches. For the life of me, I cannot even figure out how he squeezed through the narrow entryway to get into the main room. One of you quantum mechanics dudes needs to figure that one out, along with potential lap dance vector coordinates.
After 45 minutes, they're already recycling the dancers onstage, so I take that as my cue to roll to HT. Total damage: $26. Thanks, DVCOI, for coming through when I needed you most.
Conveniently, HT is located straight down Gale a few miles. The parking lot is already crowded, though most of the spots seem to be taken up by the place next to HT. I get lucky and get a spot near the front. Walk up to the bouncer, who asks me for ID. WTF? A fucken non-alcoholic club is carding me so they don't lose their license to sell Sprite? Give me a fucken break. (Can you tell I really have issues with doormen? Just get the fuck out of the way and take my money, assfuck.) I mean, when I was 18, Jimmy fucken Carter was being attacked by a giant swimming rabbit for crissakes, and I was standing line at Tommy's on Sepulveda getting triple cheeseburgers at 3 AM with my dorm mates from the Zelzah Zoo.
"You're kidding?" "No, I'm not," he replies, with more tone than I care to hear from a fucken service employee who makes his money leeching off dancers who do the real work at this or any other club. I trudge back to my car, get my CDL out of my wallet (that never goes into a club) and show the little prick that I am officially older than his fucken dad.
Now that I know what to expect, I am more relaxed and I scope out the prospects. It's still realtively early (approaching 8 PM), so I assume a lot more dancers will be arriving at 9 (fuck, who are the PLs getting laps at 4 AM, anyway?). A parade of dancers approach, and I fend off each of them. One moment came when a classic anti-CP type (peroxide blonde backed with pasty skin, a bad hairstyle and no bod to speak comes up and sits next to me and chats me up. She finally asks me what type of dancers I like. I tell her the truth: busty latinas, and she realizes she qualifies on neither count and simply waits two seconds before simply leaving, not even bothering with a toodles or any other words. As any good lawyer will tell, never ask a question to which you do not already know the answer, otherwise, the surprise will kill you.
Another dance named Sugar, asian, not much of a bod, had the conversation skillz of Cuba Gooding, Jr. as Radio, and was equally appealing. One hot dancer named Eve apparently was like that piece in the old electronic football games that always went right into the sidelines: Eve's job was apparently to walk along the wall by the VIP rooms to the DJ booth and back. She did this like a consummate performer at least 15 times without once stopping to see if a PL would deign to want a lap from her. Amazing. Another smokin' hot Latina named Nina, who absolutely would have been the recipient of a lot of my http://www.zbone.com/images/dollar.gif also pretty much took up residence at the bar, and twice when the DJ announced a special she did her impersonation of Sunny von Bulow. Too bad.
One thing about Saturday's girls: virtually all of them had just a ton of tattoos. I don't mean the factory stripper above-the-butt tat and maybe one or two smaller ones; I mean, Jesse James' West Coast Chopper level tats. One gal who was really tatted up was Rain, who had the http://www.zbone.com/images/boob1b.gifhttp://www.zbone.com/images/boob1b.gif I crave but needed some dental work. However, when she went onstage, I fell in love with the shape of her implants so I gave her a go in the topless area. Total NFZ. Made Pleasure at DVCOI seem like Jamie at SRI. Unbelievable. How can someone with that many tats and that size implants be such a prude and work in a club like HT? She may very well rock your world in the VIPs, but I'll never bother to find out.
I also gave another petite brunette latina named Marisa a try. Natural D's, a dusky exotic look I find appealing, along with a strong accent. Yet again, a tiny bit of groping, but no activity on her part and nothing else on the horizon. I return to my seat a disappointed http://www.zbone.com/images/hotpep.gif.
No time passes slower than bad strip club time, not even Andy Dufresne's time in solitary confinement. Finally, a strong target appears, a petite curvy blonde whose name is Amber. Very nice natural D+, great attitude. I take her to topless. She actually asks if I am "testing" her out. I reply that I am, and she says, "All you had to do was ask, silly." She's already more NASCAR certified than Jeff Gordon, and the song hasn't even started yet. When the song starts, I know I have found my girl. NFZ? We don't need no stinkin' NFZ. Do not pass Go, go directly to the VIP rooms.
Once safely ensconced in our room, Amber gives me her menu of services. I choose from Column A, and Amber is off to the races. Once again, like Maxwell House, she is good to the last drop. A much appreciated end to my second trip to HT, proving once again, that all it takes is one dancer to make a club a good one. I can highly recommend Amber. Very. A lot. Really.
Next up in Part III: I go all Peaches and Herb on my old ATF.
CP http://www.zbone.com/images/hotpep.gif
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Yo Derek, this is how you make it interesting and fun. :)
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:O I thought I knew all of these acronyms. :shrug:
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Unbelievable. How can someone with that many tats and that size implants be such a prude and work in a club like HT?
Unbelievable, too, how the cleanest looking natural cuties can be the most intense freaks. There ought to be packaging laws.
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I agree, HT is straight down the nastiest. I even got away with some stuff doing the 40 dollar outside dances, im surprised no one saw anything. In the VIP, it is ultra HM... a dancer by the name of ****, a white girl, not all that great, squeezed my finger so hard, it almost fell off. good place..
i just hope it doesn't get busted.
Don't mention dancers by name, especially when discussing high mileage.
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We need more wild clubs like this!
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i used to work in city of industry--- one of the ones you mention was spearmint rhino