ASSC: PT's Gold Club. Denver, September 11th, 1003. (long)
Marc 182
there it is, fourth hit. ASSC: Suddenly milage in Denver, from April
2000. I knew that the article existed. I needed a name, and there is
was, PT's Gold Club, thanks Sai.
So I was in Denver for training. Car pool driver. Dinners with
colleges. Pretty much trapped. But Denver sucks for stripclubs anyway,
so whatever. But by Thursday I was itching for some boobage, frustrated
at what to do, and then I recalled Sai's post. The post was three years
old, and in it he says it will never last, but what the hell? It's not
like I had a lot of options.
I did the day's training, the followup social hour, the dinner, the
after dinner drink. We talked about work, work politics, work intrigue,
work and work. I was pretty close to killing a randomly selected co-
worker, but by 9:00 I was free and clear. I headed off. Don't follow my
directions, I got badly lost. Their website has a good set, starting
from several likely locations:
http://www.ptsshowclub.com/clubs/denver/gold/. Basically it's behind the
Cherry Creek Mall.
Approaching the club I passed Shotgun Willies, another classic Denver
club, but this isn't really Denver, it's Glendale. Glendale is a tiny
incorporated city completely embedded within Denver. It's famous, or
should be, for the Glendale Revolt. That's when club owners rose up
against a conservative mayor and city council, ran their own candidates,
won, and basically took over government. That's old news now, but if
there was a place to get milage "in Denver", the embedded town of
Glendale would be the place.
Pulling into the parking lot I realized that I'd been there before,
several years ago, I'd even posted about it. But it hadn't been called
PT's then. I was still racking my brain for the old name as I paid the
amazingly fine Asian door girl my $7 cover. She gave me change from a
$20 all in ones. Ones would quickly become a theme. This club
absolutely runs on singles.
Inside there are a lot of levels. The bar is on an upper level as you
enter, the main dance floor below. There are something like 5 stages
with a complex rotation that I couldn't begin to figure out. Lighting is
mainly red neon, a nice change from black lights. Against the far wall
from the bar there is a long flight of stairs leading upwards under a
large neon sign reading "NUDE". More on that later.
For a Thursday, the place seemed pretty hopping. I scoped around a bit
and saw that most guys were drinking buds from a bottle, or unknown
beers from humongous mugs. I got a Rolling Rock from the beer tub girl
near the door, just to be different, ($5.50 change for a $20, all in
singles) and headed down to the floor.
The pattern was familiar from my time there before, when it was... The
Mile High Saloon, yeah, that was it! You sit mostly at the stage and tip
ones and twos for a few seconds of attention. Nothing spectacular, a few
wacks in the face with some boobs, but it's a buck or two, so I was fine
with that. The girls dance three songs on each stage, usually going
topless after the first song. The quality of the girls ran from ok to
awesome, I saw none that were scary. There's some contact from the girls
as you tip them, but nothing major. I didn't see any table dances going
on. I settled on a pattern of tipping a buck to each girl on first song,
then two each song she was topless. That's $5 per three songs, a burn
rate I could sustain indefinitely.
BTW, the crowd was very "up", with lots of shouting and clapping. There
were many female customers. The customer pole climb contest was exactly
as entertaining as it was pathetic.
About my second stage dancer was a cute, thin, blonde, with the highest
platform boots I had yet seen to that point in my ASSC history. As she
got topless I laid my two bucks down on stage and she schooched forward
on her butt to put her legs on my shoulders, kicking my beer bottle with
her 6"+ platforms. I reacted, dumping her other leg off my shoulder, and
snatching the beer out of the air as it slid off the edge of the stage.
"Oh shit, you caught that?! That's so cool. You're my ?fast on the
trigger man'." Humph, "Not on everything, sweety". She thought about
that for a moment, figured it out, and laughed. She informed me that
management might ban her boots because she'd hurt customers with them. I
asked her if there was an additional cover for the nude upstairs. "Nope,
just head up there and enjoy some pussy". Ah, ok
Upstairs. Sai had said in his post that it would never last, but I think
he's wrong, because I had to pass a Glendale cop in uniform, standing on
a landing, as I headed up to the nude section. Although he looked none
too happy, apparently everything is sanctioned by the City of Glendale,
because he never left his post and never went upstairs. I passed this
guy maybe a dozen times in the night, I decided his name was Officer
Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy.
Upstairs is a different world, but with the same girls. There is a
medium sized but low stage surrounded by couches on one half of it's
perimeter, and comfortable single cocktail chairs on wheels around the
rest. Typical routine is a dancer arrives and steps on stage, drops
trou, and then dives off stage to give mini nude lap dances for $2-4,
for the next three songs of her rotation. The stage becomes simply a
place to toss those many 2, 3, and 4 dollar tips, eventually littering
it like leaves in fall. When a new girl arrives, the naked girl uses her
hands, and whatever scraps of costume she has, to rake together the mass
of singles.
Because there is no cover up here, but no booze either, most guys seem
to stick around for a while, then head back down for a fresh brew. I
know that's what I did. At some point I was upstairs when a new dancer
came on stage, she looked familiar, but she'd changed her clothes, so it
took me a few seconds to recognize those boots. It was the girl who'd
almost kicked over my beer earlier. "Oh, I'm going to give you a special
dance. Are you ready for it?" Crap, what's a guy to say?
Facing me, she stuck her head in my lap, grabbed my thighs, and
performed a headstand, slamming her naked bum into my face. That hurt.
Better than that, which is saying a lot, she also kicked the guy on the
couch next to me in the shoulder with those big ol' platforms. Apologies
and laughter ensued. Three hours into this adventure and I don't think
I'd been aroused once, but I was having a hell of a time. Cheap too.
At 1:30 it was getting close to closing. I'd been there many hours at
that point, but I still had lots of cash because those buck or two tips
go a long way. The one aspect of the club I hadn't sampled was the nude
private dances. Under time pressure I headed upstairs to the nude. I
figured I'd grab whoever was coming off of nude stages and get a couple
of dances. A sign said that it was $40 (big fucking jump in price) for
a nude private dance.
I walked into something upstairs. An already nude club dancer, brunette
with a natural body and pigtails, had a blonde female customer on stage
and was stripping her down. Her boyfriend was shouting about what a
great body she had, and she showed us everything from the waist up. But
as the dancer tried to loosen her jeans she balked. Seems she wasn't
comfortable with her naked butt. This was pretty entertaining, but the
dancer's set was ending and a new girl was climbing on-stage with the
topless customer.
I asked the dancer coming off stage for a private dance. She asked me if
I wanted to go back to the booths right now. Even as she said it, the
DJ called last call. "I don't think we have much time," I told her, and
off we went. There's no fee for the private booths either.
These booths deserve some comment. They are love seat sized couches with
5 foot high backs that have wings that wrap around. They are very
comfortable. Arranged in rows they afforded basically complete privacy.
There is a bouncer, but he's watching the nude stage. I never saw him
once enter the private area. Presumably he'd react to a shout-out from a
dancer in trouble.
My dancer lead me to the second row of booths, all the way to the back.
She sat out the song in progress, and we talked a bit about prices.
Turns out the club doesn't track or take a cut from private dances, thus
I was able to negotiate something a bit cheaper than the posted $40
dance. As the new song started she began to dance. Pretty good too, a
fully nude grinding lapdance with a bit of gyno show thrown in.
Although the dances were good, I'm used to some damn good topless dances
in my local Tucson clubs. The fact that she was nude didn't add enough
to the experience to justify the increase in cost. And there was another
issue, as she danced for me there was a rising level of hoots and
hollers coming from the direction of the nude stage. "They're trying to
get the customers naked," she said. After two dances I'd had enough of
that, I grabbed her hand, "come on, lets go see what's going on out
there."
Dragging my still nude dancer behind me, I found the topless customer
and nude dancer performing mini-lapdances for a crowd of very excited
customers. Actually they had worked themselves up into an absolute
lather. There was a seat available, so I sat and my dancer sat between
my legs, rather than on my lap. Looking at the topless customer I
realized that it wasn't the same topless customer I'd seen not three
songs ago. How the hell did that happen? Scanning around the room I
spotted the first topless customer giving dances on the other side of
the stage. Crap, so now we were up to two topless customers and a nude
dancer giving dances, and a nude dancer, laughing as she watched,
sitting between my legs. I laid a couple of singles on my thigh, the
sign up here that you were in the market for a dance.
My dancer made motions like she was going to put on her clothes. I
realized that I'd never actually seen her in clothes. She had what
looked like a very nice blue dress in her hand, shiny, skin-tight
stretchy. I very much didn't want to see her in it. As an abortive move,
I started giving her a backrub. I've never known a dancer who didn't
have a sore back. She reacted by saying, "oh fuck, Jesus," and leaning
forward and grabbing her ankles. Her clothes tumbled onto the floor in a
tiny glittery heap. In someways this was actually better than the nude
dances, at least her moans seemed a lot more realistic.
Eventually one of the ladies worked her way around to our position. It
was the new topless customer. She kind of gulped as she realized she was
facing dancing for a naked girl. This girl was blonde, a bit older than
most actual dancers, with the face and build I tend to associate with
the outdoorsy type. She had laugh lines at the corners of her eyes, and,
of course, natural breasts.
As she started her inexpert dance, I could see that she was shaking. If
the music hadn't been so loud I'm sure I could have heard her heart
beating. My dancer cupped her cheek and told her that she was beautiful.
Aw! She glanced down and blushed, totally rosy in the red neon light.
Then she moved on, forgetting to take her tip. I tossed it into the
litter of bills piling up on stage.
About then the bouncer shouted, "ok guys, time to wrap it up." Oh my
God, the cries of frustration went up! "Ok, just one more song," he was
grinning. "Jesus, the shit I see working here." I took that as my cue to
leave. I gave my dancer a hug, which she returned like an old friend
saying goodby. Made me feel bad that I'd never asked her her name.
Walking around the stage to get out, I noticed that the first topless
customer, the one with the problem with her butt, was now taking tips by
pulling down the front of her jeans and panties. I got a quick shot of
what seemed to be a nicely manicured, but not shaved muff.
Heading down the stairs, I felt like clapping the Glendale cop on the
shoulder as I went by, but he still looked like he'd never had a day of
fun in his whole life, so I didn't.
Marc
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<marc182...@globalcrossing.net> wrote:
>Heading down the stairs, I felt like clapping the Glendale cop on the
>shoulder as I went by,
>but he still looked like he'd never had a day of fun in his whole life.....
"We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause
All I wanna do is have some fun..."
Great story...
Dr Feelmore
but I recall the SC offerings were rather low mileage. Have you found
any clubs that offer a take out menu?
Marc 182 <marc182...@globalcrossing.net> wrote in message news:<MPG.19cdf4c81...@nnrp1.phx1.gblx.net>...
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Marc 182 <marc182...@globalcrossing.net> wrote in message news:<MPG.19cdf4c81...@nnrp1.phx1.gblx.net>...
<snip>
> A sign said that it was $40 (big fucking jump in price) for
> a nude private dance.
And I thougth $30 for the VIP at the Bunny Ranch in Tucson was high.
Ken
pogo
Marc 182 <marc182...@globalcrossing.net> wrote in
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> There are something like 5 stages
> with a complex rotation that I couldn't begin to figure out.
One of those mysterious things about dancers - in this sort
of club, they seem to have no trouble with the stage rotation.
In a club with two stages, the DJ's always calling out "we're
looking for Diana on the main stage. Diana on the main, please.
No, the _main_, Diana..."
John
DrD
SteveDrD
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Sai Baba
<snip>
Approaching the club I passed Shotgun Willies, another classic Denver
club, but this isn't really Denver, it's Glendale. Glendale is a tiny
incorporated city completely embedded within Denver. It's famous, or
should be, for the Glendale Revolt. That's when club owners rose up
against a conservative mayor and city council, ran their own
candidates, won, and basically took over government.
Sai Baba-->
That was back in 1998. These days, Troy Lowrie, the owner of PT's
chain, is using the same approach to get city of Sheridan grant him a
permission to convert All Stars into all nude club. The city was dead
set to stop Troy from showing pussy at All Stars by banning nudity
within the city limits and grandfathering the only existing nude club
at the same time. Lowrie responded by applying Denver Tea Party
campaign style to Sheridan and got a majority on the city council and
his own mayor to boot. This was possible because Sheridan is about the
same size as Glendale - a few thousand lower income residents who
mostly live in apartment complexes and rarely vote. All Troy needed to
do was give incentives to strippers from his 3 clubs to move down
there before the city council election, have them register to vote and
go door to door in skimpy outfits and campaign for him. Now he needs
to motivate them to vote once more on November balot because the city
wants the voters to decide this issue via referendum. Here's what
Denver post had to say about all this:
http://www.denverpost.com/Stories/0,1413,36~53~1603711,00.html
It's good to see that Troy is still kicking ass all over Denver, 3
years after I predicted that he'll cave in sooner or later. All Stars
is the place where Marc, Teena and I first met face to face many moons
ago. PT's Showclub is where Teena won wet T shirt contest a few days
later while causing a mild epiphany to my buddy dyn0 in the process.
PT's Gold was the pinnacle of naked debauchery toward the end of my
stay in Denver, but I'll get to that in a second.
Marc182-->
Upstairs is a different world, but with the same girls. There is a
medium sized but low stage surrounded by couches on one half of it's
perimeter, and comfortable single cocktail chairs on wheels around the
rest. Typical routine is a dancer arrives and steps on stage, drops
trou, and then dives off stage to give mini nude lap dances for $2-4,
for the next three songs of her rotation. The stage becomes simply a
place to toss those many 2, 3, and 4 dollar tips, eventually littering
it like leaves in fall. When a new girl arrives, the naked girl uses
her hands, and whatever scraps of costume she has, to rake together
the mass of singles.
Sai Baba-->
Back when they first opened with this new "topless on the bottom,
bottomless on the top" format, PT's Gold had nude room upstairs right
above the main bar where you got your humongous Roling Rock mug. For
the reference, that's where their VIP is now. Anyhow, back when that
was the nude room, there was a round, one foot tall stage with chairs
and couches similar to what you saw in the current nude room, a bar
serving sodas and such, and a long narrow one foot tall stage with tip
rail and chairs against it. On a slow week night when only a few dozen
dancers were working a management would summon them all to the nude
room for a 3 song all nude dollar dance set. The sight of 20+ naked
dancers milling around in that small room climbing on our laps,
spreading their labias inches from our noses, playfully slapping each
other's tushies while we were hootin' and holering is... something I
miss very, very much.
That nude room also had 3 TVs at the bar and a huge projector screen
at the end of the room directly opposite from the round stage. I spent
many late afternoons/early evenings watching Avalanche playoff games
there. For the most part, I was the only customer upstairs, and even
then the DJ kept sending gals to nude room to dance on stage. They'd
come in, take off their clothes hoping somebody would sit at stage,
then give up and sit at the bar naked to watch the game with me.
During commercial breaks I'd sit at stage to tip them and get
minilaps. Sometimes minilap would get too good to go back to the bar
just yet... and that was no problem because I found a spot on the
couch from where I could tip, get mileage, and not miss a second of
the playoff action by watching the projector screen's reflection in
one of the many mirrors that room had. One day, a female bartender
(they always had female bartenders upstairs) decided that it's not
fair that she's the only female with clothes on in the whole room,
dropped them knickers down for the rest of the night and serve drinks
in nude. Every time Avalanche would score (and they scored a lot that
afternoon) DJ would announce shot specials and we'd run downstairs to
do shots, then head back upstairs. The. Good. Old. Days.
To paraphrase what you said, I got aroused every now and then at that
place, but I always had a hell of a time. Cheap, too.
Marc182-->
I walked into something upstairs. An already nude club dancer,
brunette with a natural body and pigtails, had a blonde female
customer on stage and was stripping her down. Her boyfriend was
shouting about what a great body she had, and she showed us everything
from the waist up. But as the dancer tried to loosen her jeans she
balked. Seems she wasn't comfortable with her naked butt. This was
pretty entertaining, but the dancer's set was ending and a new girl
was climbing on-stage with the topless customer.
<snip>
Dragging my still nude dancer behind me, I found the topless customer
and nude dancer performing mini-lapdances for a crowd of very excited
customers. Actually they had worked themselves up into an absolute
lather. There was a seat available, so I sat and my dancer sat between
my legs, rather than on my lap. Looking at the topless customer I
realized that it wasn't the same topless customer I'd seen not three
songs ago. How the hell did that happen? Scanning around the room I
spotted the first topless customer giving dances on the other side of
the stage. Crap, so now we were up to two topless customers and a nude
dancer giving dances, and a nude dancer, laughing as she watched,
sitting between my legs. I laid a couple of singles on my thigh, the
sign up here that you were in the market for a dance.
<snip the rest of customers-turned-lap-dancers story>
Sai Baba-->
haha. that was shweet. How do you always end up in a crowd where
civilians decide to let their hair down and get down and dirty for the
audience? First your coworkers, now this...
Next time you're in Denver, try to get to PT's Showclub after 2am on
Fri or Saturday. Their nude room has a separate entry and stays open
until 4am, well after topless part of the club shuts down. Since both
nights are couples nights, there are a lot of saucy amateurs ready to
make fools of themselves (I mean that in a nice way, sheesh) and break
a few laws in the process for the perv audience. Shiiiet, back in the
day I even saw an honest to God 69 on stage that involved 2 on duty
dancers, but I convinced myself it was just a dream because I couldn't
stand the thought that Denver got raunchy just before I moved out. I
have no idea how the things are after hours at that place now, it's
been a while since my last visit.
Marc182-->
These booths deserve some comment. They are love seat sized couches
with 5 foot high backs that have wings that wrap around. They are
very comfortable. Arranged in rows they afforded basically complete
privacy. There is a bouncer, but he's watching the nude stage. I never
saw him once enter the private area. Presumably he'd react to a
shout-out from a dancer in trouble.
Sai Baba-->
It's been almost a year since I've been to PT's, but back then they
had floaters with clipboards roaming in between booths at the
beginning of each song and marking dances down. I am glad they're gone
now; for a long time PT's management insisted on taking a cut from
each lap dance and it was easy to count lap dances back when they were
out in the open by the DJ booth, so bringing in an enforcer was not
necessary. Then they got those lap dancing booths that really look
like strange couches with half-shell cacoon and - voila - a jackass
with a pen and clipboard became a new job description at PT's clubs.
Good riddance to them, I hope they established a flat tipout for the
dancers instead.
marc182-->
Walking around the stage to get out, I noticed that the first topless
customer, the one with the problem with her butt, was now taking tips
by pulling down the front of her jeans and panties. I got a quick shot
of what seemed to be a nicely manicured, but not shaved muff.
Sai Baba-->
Manicured, but nor shaved. Damn civilians.
That was a damn fine review, man. A damn fine review.
Marc 182
dr_fee...@yahoo.com says...
> Great post, Marc. It's been a long time since I've been in Denver,
> but I recall the SC offerings were rather low mileage. Have you found
> any clubs that offer a take out menu?
Thanks, DrF. I'm the wrong guy to ask about take out tho. On that I "tow
the line". Respects to Mr. Cash and family.
Marc 182
igo...@ix.netcom.com says...
Actually these guys had a highly polished system, I just couldn't divine
what it was. I guessed that the unusual three song sets allowed time for
the floor manager to figure out who was on what stage next. About 30
seconds into the third song the guy in the suit would grab the mic and
rattle off a string of names and stages.
Basically any dancer has to be ready, at 90 seconds notice, to bail on
whatever she's into at the moment, and show up on stage X. This system
cost me my chance to get a dance from the only other Asian girl besides
the very fine door girl. Grrr, I guess I have to be satisfied with
being satisfied.
Marc 182
sai...@mailandnews.com says...
Marc-->
Wow, history. And thanks for the link. It's nice to know that democracy
can still, at least on a local level, be bought at a reasonably tidy
sum.
> Marc182-->
<snip me>
Marc-->
Ok, that's just not fair. I post about what a great time I just had, and
then you post about how much greater it used to be. But as I run back
over it in my mind... fuck, I still had a great time!
Sai-->
> To paraphrase what you said, I got aroused every now and then at that place, but
> I always had a hell of a time. Cheap, too.
Marc--> That about sums it up.
> Marc182-->
> I walked into something upstairs. An already nude club dancer,
> brunette with a natural body and pigtails, had a blonde female
> customer on stage and was stripping her down. Her boyfriend was
> shouting about what a great body she had, and she showed us everything
> from the waist up. But as the dancer tried to loosen her jeans she
> balked. Seems she wasn't comfortable with her naked butt. This was
> pretty entertaining, but the dancer's set was ending and a new girl
> was climbing on-stage with the topless customer.
>
>
> <snip>
>
<snip all of that story>
>
> <snip the rest of customers-turned-lap-dancers story>
>
> Sai Baba-->
> haha. that was shweet. How do you always end up in a crowd where
> civilians decide to let their hair down and get down and dirty for the
> audience? First your coworkers, now this...
Marc-->
You know, sometimes you're in a position to manipulate events. Other
times events take hold of you. This night I basically held on and rode
the wave.
Sai-->
> Next time you're in Denver, try to get to PT's Showclub after 2am on
> Fri or Saturday. Their nude room has a separate entry and stays open
> until 4am, well after topless part of the club shuts down. Since both
> nights are couples nights, there are a lot of saucy amateurs ready to
> make fools of themselves (I mean that in a nice way, sheesh) and break
> a few laws in the process for the perv audience. Shiiiet, back in the
> day I even saw an honest to God 69 on stage that involved 2 on duty
> dancers, but I convinced myself it was just a dream because I couldn't
> stand the thought that Denver got raunchy just before I moved out. I
> have no idea how the things are after hours at that place now, it's
> been a while since my last visit.
Marc-->
Hum, on a Thursday night they seemed serious about thowing us punters
out. If I'd known about an afterhours on Friday night, I might have just
managed to miss my flight. Even in the age of the Internet, perfect
knowledge doesn't flow.
Sai-->
> That was a damn fine review, man. A damn fine review.
Marc-->
Thanks dud. As always, collecting the data was the fun part. Writing it
up was harder. I sometimes wonder, how many stories are there out there,
almost live-born into the group? Lurkers, do you have something to say?
Ah well, at least we're still kicking.
J
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> Marc-->
> Thanks dud. As always, collecting the data was the fun part. Writing it
> up was harder. I sometimes wonder, how many stories are there out there,
> almost live-born into the group? Lurkers, do you have something to say?
I was in Denver a few months ago for a company conference. PT's was the
main entertainment for the night (was a Thursday).
At our hotel, we were waiting for the crew to gather so we can grab some
dinner before a night of drinking. We were in the lobby watching the chicks
from the medical conference go to the hotel restaraunt (was reserved for
them that night). My buddy smacked me on the shoulder and pointed out
a girl who obviously didn't fit in. She was wearing a tight leather short
skirt
and a tight leather top and looked ready to party. She came out of the
elevators and headed over to the bar, where we lost sight of her. Bummer.
Anyway, after dinner, we headed over to PT's and started out downstairs.
Everything was looking good - from the hot Asian at the door to the even
hotter waitress serving us.
So, about after an hour or two of drinking and dances, my buddy again hits
me on the shoulder and says "It's her!". We all look and one of the dancers
has a striking resemblence to the girl we saw at the hotel. Hard to tell now
that she's topless, but her face looks the same. Half the guys agree it's
her,
while the rest of us are doubtful.
After she gets off stage, I grab her and we head upstairs for some dances.
Talk about mileage and a gyno demonstration. I spent several songs
upstairs with her probing her with my hands while she kept grinding her
crotch into mine.
After 5 or 6 dances (Can't remember many details of that night), we are
getting ready to go back downstairs. While she was getting dressed, I
asked her if she happened to be at the hotel earler in the evening. She
sure was. "I was visiting my brother" is what she said. Who knows if
that's the truth or not. I didn't take it any further as my cash couldn't
justify any takeout that night.
Back downstairs, we're all bsing and getting drunker. One of the guys
comes running downstairs and tells us we have to get up there NOW.
It was about 15 minutes before closing and we raced upstairs just as
the DJ announced what was going to be going on. Chocolate syrup
feature!
WTF is that? We were about to find out.
We all got seated around on the couches around the nude stage
(luckily our friend got a heads up and got us up there - it seemed
like the entire club was up there). Then, 3 girls walk into the room and
one happens to be our hot waitress. The manager and a cop were also
up there (the cop spent all night standing by the bar downstairs until
this point).
Then the fun begins. The girls got naked and started rubbing hershey's
chocolate syrup all over each other while the guys threw dollars on the
stage. At one point the DJ auctioned off a bottle of syrup to the highest
bidder. That ended up going for $20 to some guy who poured it all
over the girls while they made awesome groaning sounds while
rubbing it all over each other.
After they were done with that, the girls walked around the stage and
we slapped dollars to their bodies.
I had heard that Denver was really low mileage and not a fun place
to party at strip clubs, but my experience at PT's was awesome
(compared to where I live - Orlando FL).
So, when in Denver, head to PT's and avoid the nude juice bars.
They're full of 18 year olds who just got paid mowing daddy's lawn.
Before we found PT's, we spent all of Wednesday night going from
juice bar to juice bar (nobody did any research beforehand).
Next stop - NYC next month. Better start searching google for
reviews.
-js
Sai Baba
Next time you're in Denver, try to get to PT's Showclub after 2am on
Fri or Saturday. Their nude room has a separate entry and stays open
until 4am, well after topless part of the club shuts down.
Hum, on a Thursday night they seemed serious about thowing us punters
out.
Sai-->
That's because you were at PT's Gold Club, not Showclub. PT's Showclub
is on the west side of town - that's the club you, Teena, dyn0 and I
went to when she won wet T shirt contest. After you enter PT's
Showclub you'll see entrance to the left of the cashier that leads to
topless part of the club, and a separate entrance to the right that
leads to the nude room. During normal work hours they let people walk
in between rooms, but after hours they charge $3 to get to the nude
room if you have ticket stub, and $5 if you don't. Since topless part
of the club is completely separate from the nude room, it can be
locked down after 2am while the nude room stays open.
LeftWingLock
<marc182...@globalcrossing.net> wrote:
>Where is it, where is it? Google Groups: "Sai Baba Denver upstairs", Ah
>there it is, fourth hit. ASSC: Suddenly milage in Denver, from April
>2000. I knew that the article existed. I needed a name, and there is
>was, PT's Gold Club, thanks Sai.
Eggslent review. It made me very happy.
--
LeftWingLock
Marc 182
Gotcha. Nice to see the split topless/bottomless theme clubs spreading.
May they make it to Arizona.
K
>
> Gotcha. Nice to see the split topless/bottomless theme clubs spreading.
> May they make it to Arizona.
>
> Marc
I'd like to second that idea.
I think we both know of the perfect club for that type of arrangement.
Upstairs at Ten's has always been a waste of space. Upstairs could
be nude and downstairs topless. And when they have a feature, the
feature could do her first couple of sets downstairs then head
upstairs to finish her act.
Ken