The Glass Slipper

amazing chicks, best in the business — sunny leone

Love it when doing business love my sexy chocolate cream Lena !

I went here after Celtics game and we bought 5 mixed drinks and a beer and we couldn’t get a girl to come up to us. Finally got one young lady to come over and as I am paying for the drink a blond haired lady (Madame?) takes the girl away from me as I am paying for the drinks and she sends him to another guy and doesn’t even say I’m sorry.
So I happened to see another stripper wearing a hoodie over her dancer clothes and i asked her for a dance. She said she’d be right back. Never saw her again.
As I am finishing up my last drink after being there from 10:30 to 12:30am, finally a stripper comes around named April and when I expressed my displeasure, she calls me an asshole.
We were there for two hours and my friend got one dance from a sweet girl named Julie. But I got nothing.
Ironically I had hundreds in my wallet to spend because I had used a bank ATM and not the expensive ATM that sucks there. You take out only $ 100 at a time and they charge a ridiculous fee.
They also have a lady selling roses. What the hell is this? Hari Krishna’s? It must be approved by the owners. Just a plain weird place.
Its like $ 40 for a lap dance in the back. Its not worth the aggravation.
Oh I forgot to mention that the Blonde lady took away my friends drink before he was finished.
A Beer was $ 9 and a Jameson and Ginger Ale is $ 17 Very pricey. Plus $ 10 Cover to get in.
My friend Bought Julie a drink for the bargain price of $ 30!

Extremely friendly to couples. Came here with my man recently and the owner and manager treated us so well, wanted to make sure our experience here was awesome. Had a really great time here, even the bartender wasn’t pushy, she was chill with us taking time to drink etc. Music was kinda weird for most of night, but by last 30 mins of the night music was popping.

We would have been better off have been better off getting an über to another city. The vibe felt like being at the 99. They were playing ABC family in the tv screens. No one wants to see how the grinch stole Christmas and be reminded that they should actually be with their kids right now. We were instantly bored.
$ 10 for a short glass of ice and ginger ale. The bar is in between you and the stage. You’re disconnected from the dancers. Its obviously just a bar that they used minimal effort to convert to a strip club. You have to play paper football to tip the girls. The bartenders are rude and disconnected from customers. They seem like they would much rather be somewhere else. The dancers are the same way but because of the physical distance between the stage and the audience.
Not worth the $ 10 cover to get in unless you just want to hang with your wife and goof on the surrealness of the situation.

The girl are great looking and friendy and not a robot, The first girl i had a lap dance last night was wonderfulland very down to earth type of gal, The second one is not so professional.

This place is located next door to the other strip club in the area which is Centerfolds. As I stated in my other review, both clubs have completely different vibes. People complaining that this is dive bar? Well it is. But that’s what makes it fun!
Again, as a woman, I was treated with tons of respect from the doormen, the lady working the door, bartender, waitresses and dancers. I had a BLAST here! The stage is behind the bar on the left hand side of the bar… which makes it kind of hard to see if you are seated in one of the boths by the door. It would make more sense if the stage was more centered, but whatever.
I agree that some of the girls at The Glass Slipper may not be as pretty as the ones at Centerfolds, but they are a million times more fun! There is a $ 10 cover charge to get in, but we never had to pay. This club seemed busier than the one next door and everyone seemed to be having a great time. We sure did! Our sever was great, friendly and always had the drinks coming! Both our waitress and the door guys chatted with us alot and recommended places to try from resteraunts to clubs in the city, as they knew we were visiting. We did go to some of the places they suggested and they were great!
The dancers here are good on the pole and had some acrobatic tricks I have never seen before. I even saw one dancer do something interesting with a ping pong ball (I will leave the rest to your imagination! Lol!) The lap dances are cheap here wether single or as a couple and it seems like there were «no rules» while getting a dance. I saw some pretty questionable things going on in the VIP area. But hey, c’est la vie!
This club is women friendly, and there are many groups with women or couples here as well.
A big shout out to the door and wait staff that made our visit (s) lots of fun!

AVOID AVOID AVOID. The crowd is grouchy, and will not talk to me. It is so dark too, made me almost fall. Do NOT even bother asking for honey mustard they just send a heavy set woman who wants you to pay extra for it apparently, she is dark too but not in the falling way. The staff has no shirts on and will not talk to me. Great hot dogs.

From the outside the joint looks like it has potential with its presence of velvet ropes, and suited men with headsets checking IDs and letting you in two at a time. Then you enter… The place is empty, the woman greeting you and taking your $ 10 cover fee looks to have been plucked from nearest trailer park and the first stripper you see is questionably a male. As you turn the corner to sit at the bar you realize this is no normal strip club, with the stage behind the bar far away enough where there is no possible interaction with the dancers. Then out comes a woman that leaves you wondering when her WWF entrance music is going to begin playing because she resembles George the animal Steel, with her very profound beer gut and clearly neglected skin she is enough to make you question how close the bathroom is in case the likely chance arises where your dinner needs to exit through the entry. Then the friendly bartender asks what you want (only good part of this place was the friendly bartender) so, me being the designated driver for the night I ordered a seltzer water for the jaw dropping price of $ 10. When I was told I owed $ 10 for a seltzer water I inquired that all I wanted was seltzer not vodka soda etc just seltzer, and was assured the $ 10 price tag was correct. At this point I was shocked to have avoided cardiac arrest, I paid for the drink and waited for the next act to come on stage which was like watching an NFL linebacker swing on a pole, I promptly left and will never return. Of all the filth and disgusting woman I encountered the part that pissed me off most was that they blatantly don’t care to cater to designated drivers by charging so much for a soda water. with stiff penalties for bars over serving and backlash when patrons are caught drunk driving you figure they would welcome designated drivers and make a non alcoholic beverage not cost as much as they charge for regular mixed drinks and beer. But not this place, by far this is the worst gentlemans club I have ever had the misfortune of visiting and will surely never ever return.

I must say I’m not a fan of strip clubs in general.
But my friends dragged me here and I was pleasantly surprised.
The women here are real. No implants. None of those big inflated collagen lips that resemble a fish’s anus. No fake weaves that look like they came out of the shower drain.
They were without plastic surgery which is refreshing.
The girls were indeed naturally beautiful and naturally voluptous which is great. I’m kind of sick of seeing the stick thin bodies with fake circular implants.
The waitstaff was very friendly.
It wasnt pricey. And the dancers were really good on the poles. Truly acrobratic skill.
I don’t like strip clubs but I enjoyed myself here.
I’d reccomend it.

For the cover, this was not worth it. 10 dollar bud light and strippers that don’t get on the pole? no thanks

I’ve been to both the Glass Slipper and Centerfolds now. Centerfolds has 2 girls that work there that are the hottest girls I’ve ever seen; while Glass Slipper lacks any girls in the ‘hottest’ category for me.
However that being said, the Glass Slipper on average has girls, in my opinion, just as hot as Centerfolds (and some just as ugly). It has a different feel than Centerfolds from the moment you get in there, it is a lot more laid back, with a lot fewer bouncers and people watching you.
I personally love getting lap dances. And between the 2 places, the Glass Slipper wins hands-​down. I won’t say why, you’ll just have to find out for yourself.
Only reason this place did not get 5 stars is because one of the coked up strippers at the end of the night started yelling at us for sitting in someone else’s seats (after we lost ours because we spent a couple hundred dollars to go to the champaign room) – pretty shitty if you ask me that I can’t even get a seat (the place was packed) after spending all that money.

Centerfolds schmenterfolds. While it may not feel as high-​end or «classy» as it’s neighbor, if you’re looking for class at a strip club, you’re missing the point. I recommend coming in on a weekday, preferably before 7 or 8, fully pre-​gamed. The b-​teamers may not look as pretty, but that just means they try harder. And you’re already drunk remember? I’ll take the gritty sleazepit over the vegas glitz any day.

I was forced to come here. No really.
A friend from out of town visits once or twice a year, and our routine is always:
— catch up chat and drinks;
— dinner somewhere expensive (his company foots the bill); then,
— Centerfolds (I foot the entrance fee… cuz I’m a poor student).
For some reason, he thought the name «Glass Slipper» had a particularly nice fairytale ring to it, and he envisioned beauties of the Cinderella variety.
Instead, we got Shrek.
LOTS of Shreks.
No, not Shrek’s wife, who at least looks hot at night, but Shrek himself. In fact, I think the bald halitosis bouncer was the best looking of all of them.
Small stage… naked, wrinkly Shrek bouncing to a completely different beat… dinner in my stomach was inquiring me about the exit policy. I held it down.
I think the M.O. is to buy a girl a ~$ 20 drink in order for her to sit next to you and chat. Friend got two lovely toothless goblin specimens to sit by us.
Ugh… the rancid perfume. I tried to reach Pepe LePew on my iPhone… but being a poor student, I don’t have one… a total awkward Focker moment.
I SOOOO look forward to coming back here…
… to torch the place with my transmogrifier.

This is absolutely with out a doubt the worst strip bar I have been to in quite a while, and that is saying alot folks as I grew up in Iowa.
The place was not very clean, which I guess may be expected. The bathroom was trashed and I literaly had to hold my breathe when I went in.
There was no talent what so ever. Most of the chicks looked like they would have made more money on disability then on stage. Not to mention the prices… I think I paid a 10 – 20 dollar cover for this toilet.
Even worse I felt generous and bought a peeler a drink… it was 25 bucks for her drink and 9 bucks for a f’n Bud Light bottle. If you are going to make the mistake of going here DO NOT buy some shortie a drink. You can get a private dance for cheaper… that is sooo sad, and yet some how true.
I honestly can’t believe I have to give this place 1 star… it should be negative.

I went here on my first date with the ex-​gf. the awkwardness of our initial meetup followed by matching at least a dozen shots of vodka to her shots of jack, immediately followed by puking over half of boston’s sidewalks, while singing old suede songs at the top of our lungs and drukenly punching inanimate objects. hmm… didn’t think we’d make it into centerfolds! …aaaand onto the glass slipper.
I couldn’t even name the bars we had gone to before and I had absolutely no clue what time it was. it was my first weekend ever in boston and she was giving me the grand tour, so to speak.
now this was a few years ago, but I remember the dancers being busted, the other patrons being old and dirty, and her almost getting into a fight (which was kind of hilarious) so it was time to leave.
great for a debaucherous kind of first date, and I will admit, I was definitely impressed that she took me there! if you want to impress a girl like me you need to get creative! needless to say, the ex-​gf will always have a special place in my heart. but I wouldnt go back to the glass slipper unless someone was paying for my lap dances. ahem…

So now I officially have two GIANT girl crushes on two strippers from the Glass Slipper.
A bit of back story, a bunch of us girls had just been pampered by the lovely people at Nami Spa for Jess’s bachelorette party. What’s a bunch of relaxed girls to do afterwards? Go to a strip club, OF COURSE. Chippendales? Helllllllllz no. We want to see the boobs. We managed to grab a couple of complimentary passes, and it was off to the races.
Ok, I have never been to a strip club, in my LIFE, so I had no idea what to expect (the only experience I had was playing GTA). The place is really tiny, with a bar and a handful of booths. There’s a stage and a staircase that the girls come down from. The drinks were just ok, I could taste the SoCo but I didn’t even feel buzzed after 2 drinks.
The Good, The Bad, The Ugly.
The Bad
The first two girls were bad. Barely in tune with the music and they didn’t do anything spectacular. Disappointing.
The Ugly
Oh man, there was one girl that did NOT get a single dollar. It was amusing. She sucked hardcore, and when she didn’t get any money she started swearing at everyone and flipping the bar guys off. It made me chuckle.
The Good
Ok, we all know that strip clubs objectify woman in some of the worst ways possible, but there were 4 girls that were absolutely, AMAZING. The way they worked the pole was mesmerizing. I’m at a loss for words, really, it’s something you need to see to believe. The girls loved us, considering we were giving them more money than the cheapskates at the bar. However, it was difficult to give out the money to them because there is a big gapping hole between the stage and the bar. Oh well.
The girls ranged from meh to absolutely stunning. One of the girls looked like she could be a model, seriously. Two of the girls (my crushes) were so amazing to talk to and they seriously had fun while they were on stage, which is kind of baffling to me. They were really nice, and not in a fake way, like they acted towards the guys, and they absolutely loved our group. I have to give out love to Tony, the security guard, who looked out for us the entire night, and made sure the nasty ass customers didn’t try to pull anything.
I was definitely an experience, and while I probably wouldn’t go out of my way to come back (except to maybe see my girls) it’s definitely the perfect way to end a bachelorette party. And honestly, the only sleazy part of this place were the clientèle (minus us girls of course)

Is it so wrong that we had a great time here? Yeah probably, but who cares. It was my friends and I out for the night to give our other friend a banging last night a a single lady. She wanted to see naked girls. Who are we to deny our guest of honor that? I know there is not one man (of the hetero influence anyway) that isn’t fucking digging this wishing his girl was just as cool.
Come here instead of Jacques for a bachelorette party, bring you $$ bills and give these girls some love. Trust me they need it. There were a bunch of cheap bastards here on Saturady who wanted to peep for free. If nothing else you will learn some fancy trick work to share with your significant other on a wild night on the other side of the door. I was very intriqued with the chick that did the upside down handstand, naked with just her glass slippers on and quite frankly I’ve never seen a pole worked so well. I’m just saying. Lol’s.
Seriously not as sketchy and skeevey as I suspected. Drinks at $ 9 a pop are a bit expensive considered they tasted a bit watered down… heh then again the first few I had that day were mixed by Roni E. Lol’s. But still it’s a bit much.
Big ups to Susan who let us in for free. If you are considering a party make the effort to call and let them know your plans and, they’ll probably give you passes to come in. Otherwise it’s $ 10 to get in. Also love to Tony the bouncer who made a point to keep a watch out on our tables from any of the skeezy drunk dudes that felt the need to talk to us. Yeah, I’m cool, now go away.
Anyway, a must see in my book for a fun innocent night… hahaha! That is if you have the «balls» to walk in.

Sooooooo Glass Slipper wasn’t as sleazy as I thought it was going to be. It was actually really fun and we got to meet and talk to some of these girls.
First off, I must thank Susan the bartender, you rock girl, you helped make our night!
Secondly, thank you to J — - for giving us «the in», the cigarette, and the spectacular performance. Work it girl! Show ‘em whatchu got! Work that pole!!! (P.S. thanks for the haircut referral –I’ll be sure to check ‘em out and let you know how it comes out).
Yeh there are some girls that don’t know what they’re doing, but if you stick around long enough, the girls that can move will show you what they’ve got. Be sure to make sure these girls get paid if you want to see what they can do. If you’re like the cheap bastards that were sitting at the bar, you won’t get much lovin’. But girls like Kiss, J, and the other girl’s name I did not catch, army girl, they know how to work it.
I think I’m still wet watchin’ these girls, ’cause DAMN I was aroused. I’ll admit it.

I fucking hate strip clubs. The exchange works like this: I objectify the women working there (implicitly, they’re only useful for their ability to stimulate me sexually by gyrating nakedly), and the establishment objectifies me (implicitly, I’m only useful for what’s in my pocket, namely my erection and my wallet).
That said, after having abstained for a few years I was talked into going to the Glass Slipper for a buddy’s going away party a month or two ago. I forget what the cover was (maybe like $ 10, not terrible). But then the beer. Holy crap. $ 9 for a Bud Light. For a BUD LIGHT. For that, I could by a six pack of decent micros and have CHANGE. And that’s not even including the tip. Jesus.
The four of us crowded into a tiny booth with a table the size of a calculus textbook, and I proceeded to awkwardly try to enjoy myself while feeling as sleazy as a human being can possibly feel. Every now and then one of the performers who wasn’t on stage would come by and initiate a conversation with one of us, always with the end goal of convincing us to purchase a private dance. They weren’t at all unpleasant if you turned them down, and it wasn’t a hard sell or anything (pun definitely not intended), but that was the point of the conversation and if you said no thanks they were gonzo (I, for the record, refrained). It was just so strange to feel myself instinctively reacting with pleasure to a pretty girl initiating a conversation with me even though I knew EXACTLY what the point of that conversation was, and that I wanted none of it. I KNEW, and I still reacted. Blahr.
Let me depart for a moment to mention that the wait staff (not the «talent», the wait staff) was great. Our server was this funky, feisty butch-​ish lesbian chick who came over and BS’d with us and was a pile of fun. No complaints there.
So back to bitching. Because I’m a completely distractable son of a bitch, when I finally convinced the guys to get out of there to head to another bar (the BHP, at best a marginal step up the food chain), I forgot my fucking jacket. I just left it in the booth. In the pockets of my jacket were, among a few other odds and ends, my key ring (car keys with electronic fob, favorite beer opener, house key, Oregon house key, bike lock key), and my ipod. As soon as I figured out I’d left stuff (probably half an hour later) I ran back to retrieve it. It was, predictably, gone.
So. I fucking hate strip clubs. I lost my jacket and my stuff, and that’s nobody’s fault but my own. But I knew nothing good would ever come from going to another stupid strip club, and I was right.
Also, I’m sure that if you like strip clubs, the Glass Slipper is probably a fantastic place. But they just make me feel impossibly nasty, and have $ 9 Bud Lights. I’m not giving them one star because they do a bad job. I’m giving them one star because I fucking hate strip clubs. Lah.