Back in the late 90s, an acquaintance of mine from my local CC Phila bar dated a very attractive Delilah's dancer for a year or two. If she ever had a Fri or Sat night off, they hung out in the bar like any regular couple. You never would have known she was a stripper in street clothing (she was a classic GND). J- uoccassionally had me join him at the club on off nights to hang out while he waited for her to finish working, then he'd take her home. When at the club, I was never there very long, and never paid a dime for anything until after they both left. Most times I just had a beer with J- while he waited, and was out the door 5 minutes behind them both.
At some point not too long after J- moved away from downtown, I find myself in Delilahs on a random weeknight and J-'s girlfriend is working. She doesn't act like she remembers me as she looks for a lap dance partner. I assume I am simply forgotten, as it had been over a year since I had seem them together. When she asks me, I agree to a lap dance. She issues a directive: "I'll be right back - don't go anywhere".
A minute later she returns with two dancer friends, and all 3 lead me upstairs to an empty VIP lounge. They were all over me, and took their time. J-'s girl stayed front & center the whole time, and let me have my way with her. By the 3rd song it was obvious I was enjoying myself. She slides down and administers one helluva BJ while her two friends shielded the view from the bouncers and the cameras. They must have had one hell of a breakup.
To this day, its the only action I ever got at Delilahs.