Pleasure Dome

This place was a RIPOFF… All the women were yummy mummies. «$ 40 to make you cum…» was their line, but once back in the room, they upcharged you immediately. Depending on the size of the strippers balls, determined how much more she would charge. I got change from the front beverage/​change lady and she got pissed that I didn’t tip her for getting me change… WTF? ARE YOU SERIOUS? AND it was the owner’s wife. Do yourself a favor, unless you are from a trailer park, stay away.

Two men enter, one man leaves.
No, wait, that’s the Thunder Dome
A boatload of guys enter, no money leaves. And credit cards are maxed out. And wedding vows are broken. And your jeans will probably be contaminated with chlamydia.
Yeah, that’s the Pleasure Dome.
A bachelor party crew of 15 rolled in with me this past weekend and craziness ensued. BYOB, so that meant full on nudity for us to ogle, and, with 40 plus ladies working it that night, there was much to ogle.
PDiddy is the real Fleur De Lehigh, as it’s the Pocono’s version of Philadelphia’s Daydreams, only it is much cleaner on the surface [better lighting, better décor, better women…]. Don’t be fooled by the surface shine, because they still get raunchy here: I was in the building for less than thirty seconds when a freakishly tall female put her left hand on my back, leaned to my right ear from behind, and informed me that she had recently washed her woohoo for me, and was willing to let me check on that with my olfactory senses if I so wished, but she would definitely get me «there» in the process… all while she had her right hand down a shocked friend’s pants.
Front of the house they have a shower-​show stage wing to the left of the entrance, then the primary stage in the main hall, with the private rooms between and the champagne room behind, and while the ladies seem game for anything here, the ever present and beefy security guards most certainly are not; they were more than happy to prove that to another friend of mine almost every time he proffered a tip. A comical thing, this over reaction to accidentally brushing a dancer’s skin, because these same ladies would happily shove your hand elbow deep inside themselves in the back rooms without anyone batting an eye.
This spot is a real money making machine, and the girls seem to be more than eager to separate you from yours, so if you want a break from losing money, you’d better head over to the Mohegan Sun and just gamble your wad away. The only way to avoid being hounded for cash from these ladies is to stay constantly on the move, but if your there in the first place, why would you want to avoid the ladies? Just make sure you empty your pockets of all receipts, because you do not want that laundry day discussion.
They offer a shuttle for $ 25 a head to help get you there if you are staying in the area (that includes the $ 15 cover charge), which is pretty helpful since this place is in the sticks and cabs are expensive and rare.
You may have gathered from the tone of my review that I am not the biggest gentlemen’s club fan, and that’s true, but I, as well as all my friend’s, still had a great time here… quite a wild evening, indeed.