Here's a wee story of mine from a Vegas trip of yore. I went to the strip club in Old Town called Glitter Gulch. You may know of it because it's under a landmark of a sign:
Anywhoo, this was my very first encounter with a stripper of any gender. I had gone to Vegas with three guys for a punk show that we ended up missing. We had no room, it was going to be a turnaround trip. We gambled, we ate, we drank and we ended up at a topless bar (no cookies for me, thanks!). My buddy Albert bought my drunken ass a lap dance and some other woman that was sitting next to me who I didn't even know and wasn't even with us decided she was going to come along with me and crash my good times. All I remember was the smell of baby powder, a bendy stripper and the sound of her giggles. When I walked away my belt, pants button and zipper were completely undone and I had a smile on my face.