In the late 1980's and early 1990's (pre Giuliani) there were strip clubs in Manhattan that were effectively lap dance clubs. On a few trips to NYC I decided to check a pair of sister clubs called Harmony (I & II). These were nothing like any strip club I'd ever seen. No neon signs, no hawkers on the corner and no bar (BYOB), no VIP rooms, no private rooms of any kind. If you didn't have the street number, you'd walk right by them without knowing they was even there.
Inside there would be 1 girl at a time on stage, and 2 dozen of so girls wandering around looking to give lap dances. These places had a collection of chairs where no 2 were alike, like they collected the cast-offs from the curb on trash day. You went in, found a chair, and waited for the girls to come by. Pick the one you wanted and pay her so much per song.
Coming from a state where you touch a stripper, they through you out the door, it was amazing to see and experience the hands-on lap dances in these clubs. The woman were topless, and the rule was that you only touch bare skin, so that left a lot of territory to explore. While the majority of the women working in these clubs were average looking, and some not-so-good-looking, there were always some that turn heads if there were fully clothed walking down the street. So I got to have a pretty, mostly naked woman rubbing herself all over me, and I got to fondle her right back.
I saw no sexual activity on my visits, but having a woman use her butt and legs to rub you the right way ensured that the room was full of boners. After a few songs with one girl, she moved on, and another girl started to walk by my chair but stopped short. She looked down at my very obvious and very hard dick running down my pant leg and said something like "What do we have here?" I told her she knew what it was and asked her to join me. She was a curvy, but very fit woman, and really knew how to use her body to maximize my pleasure. Needless to say, I was still just as hard, or harder, when we were finished with our 'dances.'
I never came from a lap-dance, but got rubbed well enough that there were holes in my silk boxers! I really didn't want t cum, and have a giant wet spot on my pants when t was time to leave. I knew of guys that would go commando under some thin and soft 'lapdance pants' that they wore just for these clubs. Some would wear a condom so they would be free to cum, but that wouldn't work for me. I am a 'grower' so a condom on my flacid cock may or may not stay on, and getting hard would probably just push the condom off my dick.
I never did get to those places in Canada that were effectively brothels once you got back into the private lap-dance rooms.