I met up with two friends from back in my Costa Rica days for an evening out at a couple of downtown night clubs (strip clubs). My one friend, Doug, is a couple of decades younger than I and my other friend, Vince, a bit older. We confined ourselves to two clubs that were virtually side by side, the Maracaibo and the Ejecutiva.
We started out in the Ejecutiva, sitting at a table along side the dance stage. The beers were 8000 pesos each, or a bit under $3 US. The dancers did the usual two song act, the first one up tempo clad in some sort of skimpy outfit and the second song, usually a bit slower, where the skimpy outfit was discarded and no imagination was needed regarding the details of the dancers’ bodies.
Vince has a decided preference for thin girls. Doug likes big booties and I am currently torn between thin and tall girls. If I happen to see a tall thin one, so much the better. In any event, we watched the show and conversation tended toward critiquing the dancers. Vince was the most critical, in that any girl over 100 lbs was probably too fat for his tastes. Doug didn’t find much fault with most of them, while for me I wouldn’t have turned any of them away for free but wasn’t sufficiently motivated to select one for a “session.”
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Doug had arrived earlier, and told us about a Venezuelan girl he chose who was new to the country and not too familiar with the local currency, resulting in a very cheap price. Neither Vince or I found our heart’s desire in the Ejecutivo so we decided to take the short walk over to the Maracaibo. Once inside, it appeared that the quality of the talent there was quite good, to my tastes at least. The dancing was about the same, though from where we sat the view seemed better. The drinks were priced about the same as at the Ejecutiva and so was the price for “company.”
The deal at these places is that there is a set price for the room, and you negotiate with the girl for her cut. I didn’t session that night, but I believe the rooms run about 15,000 pesos, or $5. A dancer came on that fitted Vince’s criteria. She was thin but solidly built, and had a very nasty look about her with her numerous tattoos. Vince speaks almost no Spanish, so Doug helped him with the negotiations. They settled on 95,000 pesos room included, which ran to a whopping $32, more or less.
So off the loving couple went to the room, and not too long afterward Vince returned, perspiring slightly and with a big grin on his face. He had made a good choice, apparently.
Overall I was quite impressed with the quality of the “talent” at both places, particularly at the Maracaibo that night. I haven’t been to an American strip club in ages, but from what I hear you will spend an arm and a leg and receive virtually nothing in return. Guys tired of that scene should consider a trip to Medellin.
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