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carmen_b
03-11-2015, 09:12 AM
I was 16 and saw a club, was curious, and asked about working.
They promptly ( and kindly ) told me to back when I was 21.

salzsieder67
03-11-2015, 06:43 PM
I was 19 and had just arrived in a new state. The drinking age had been raised to 21, but I was grandfathered since I had turned 18 before the new law went into effect. I stopped in the first place I saw that looked like a bar to take advantage of my status just in case they decided to do away with the grandfather clause at some point. Turned out to be strip club, and it was certainly an interesting and educational evening. I had been in places that allowed nudity before, but they weren't strip clubs per se.

Golden_Rule
03-12-2015, 10:46 PM
Yes, I had been working as a bouncer in a rock club in northern NJ and I needed mo' money than that gig was making so I started picking up shifts as a bouncer in a biker strirp-club down at the Jersey shore. This was a LONG time ago. I have DJ'ed and ass't managed in a club or two before I moved on [college was over and it was time for "real work"]. So the first time I was in a strip-club I was working.

~*SwanPrincess*~
03-13-2015, 03:48 AM
The first time I was in a strip club I was 19. I had an internal urge to be in the adult entertainment industry even though I knew absolutely nothing about it.
I was overwhelmed for sure. I couldn't believe how talented the girls were, and to me they seemed like gorgeous sexy movie stars or something. I immediately wanted to transform myself to be like them.

jeffb
03-13-2015, 10:23 AM
I sure do remember my first time!

It was Friday July 4, 1997. I was 20 years old at the time. Went to this strip club with a co-worker friend of mine...

www.ecstasytheatreoc.com

www.yelp.com/biz/ecstasy-theatre-santa-ana

We had a good ole time!! Ended up spending about $150.

JessRyan
03-13-2015, 10:31 AM
I was dancing at a club (not a strip club but real dance club/bar) and I had befriended a fella who supplied the restroom attendants with their supplies (mouthwash, mints, so on) and he asked me if I wanted to tag along with him as he went to the clubs he had restroom valet's in, so I said ok. This was in Atlanta, Ga. He stopped at the 24K Club and before we got out of the car, he said, "well, this is a strip club, you ever been in one? you ok with it?" I said sure and we walked in. I sat at the bar while he brought supplies in. How boring I thought, just a bunch of skinny white girls hardly dancing. I wasn't impressed at all. So we left to go to the next club, he asked what I thought and I said it seemed pretty boring in there the girls were hardly dancing. Big deal LOL Then he told he to hold my horses, he was gonna take me to Magic City next. I walked in this big booty white girl and was surrounded by big booty black girls, money all over the place, great music, great dancing booty shaking! Years before the white girls knew what "twerk" was. OMG the next day I was there at Magic City asking for a job.

22lligm
03-13-2015, 10:33 AM
^ I used to work there lol

lestat1
03-24-2015, 03:48 PM
*sigh* Oh my, yes. I was 18 and I'd never so much as kissed a girl. You can imagine the deer-in-headlights expression on my face upon not only being in a strip club period, but in what I now understand was a rather dirty club that ended up shutting down. So this was a juice bar, meaning all-nude and no alcohol served. I, being young and naive, actually asked the waitress what juices they had. Oh yes, it was that cringe-worthy. So after that conversation and finally ordering a soda, my friends told me perhaps I should pay less attention to my drink order, and more attention to the naked girls. Good plan.

As a broke-ass 18-year old, my $100 bankroll was impressive to me and took some saving. Oh how desperate the poor dancers must have been to come by our group's table. So this place did grinding lap dances for 30-seconds or so as their tip walk, for a dollar, and topless. :wide-eyed I got one from every girl who came by. They were, to someone unaccustomed to having breasts in their face or a topless ridiculously-hot girl touching you, the greatest moment of my life at that point. I mean, it freaking beat out winning Metroid on NES, okay!?

After a while it was time for a private dance. Thanks to friends who had been there before, I knew it'd cost $20 for the dance plus $20 in a tip to her, upfront. I chose a girl, she disappeared for a while. I started to panic, but eventually she came back and took me to the private dance room. I was probably trembling the entire time she walked me upstairs. Did I mention not having kissed a girl yet? I was too shy back then to even look the girls in the eye at school, so I'm sure I came across like a frightened bunny to this goddess who oozed sex and wielded unimaginable power over me.

Warning: the following is dirty and funny, but probably more dirty than funny.
The lap dance itself. I don't have the words. It started sensual but quickly turned into her fully-naked body doing things to me I'd previously not seen outside of a circus. She slithered over my entire body like water down an ice chute. Upside down and suffocating my face with her nether regions. Or suffocating me with her breasts. A lot. She grabbed my hands and ran them all over her body. In that moment I learned that women's skin is really, really, really soft, and it feels really, really, really good to touch it. I actually didn't know that before, but I digress. So she's squeezing her breasts using my hands (omg first time touching boobies)! I'm completely non-verbal at this point, outside of panting. Panting and a little sweaty. Also light-headed. There is no way for it to have been healthy for that much blood to be in my penis. I probably suffered brain damage from lack of oxygen. I could, however, have punched a hole in Captain America's shield with the power of Lestat's Adamantium Virgin Penis.

So she's grinding away in my lap like she's trying to murder-fuck me while still squeezing my hands into her breasts. I really don't know how else to describe it. Death by snu snu. I am now in a sexual fugue state and I start moving my hips. 18-year old lestat1 does not move his hips. He does not dance. He sits quietly. And yet my hips moved ever so slightly against her grinding. She flipped around, face-to-face, and decided that "murder-fuck" grinding was insufficient, and cranks up the speed, pressure, and intensity to ludicrous speed. She runs her fingers through my hair, presses her lips against my ear, and whispers: "Yeah baby, fuuuuuck." Many great moments of oratory have occurred throughout history. This was not one of them. It's perhaps the laziest and cheesiest bit of dirty talk ever. I'd never had a naked lady say dirty stuff to me though, so this was the single hottest and sexiest sentence uttered by anyone anywhere ever period. Do you know the scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade where the bad guy drinks from the wrong cup, and he goes all old, dehydrated, and his body shrivels? That's kind of what happened to me as everything that was inside of me exploded out of my penis. I sat there panting, still non-verbal, and with a pulse that probably would've hospitalized me.
End Warning

She stood up and started getting dressed. She was grinning and possibly holding in a laugh when she told me: "You can sit there and catch your breath for a minute." I sort of moved my head in her direction and nodded weakly. I had no ability to stand, and sat recovering as she finished getting dressed. Then she helped me stand up, and said: "Tell your friends!" She walked me out. It was 19 years ago and her name was Cicci. I wish I could find her and give her the massive tip she deserves for giving me the greatest 3 minutes of my life. I'm pretty sure that was the moment I became hooked. As it turns out, that night was the last night this club was open for business.


EDIT: I forgot one more cringe-worthy detail. For this momentous occasion I was wearing jeans and a "Show Me The Money" t-shirt from the movie Jerry McGuire. Because movie t-shirts are cool.

4everresolutions
03-24-2015, 10:05 PM
^My Thanks was for the Futurama reference. Your experience sounded hilarious.

First time for me I was very young, about 12 - and my dad had his own business doing electrical and would make me tag along when he needed a 'helper'. It was early - about 4PM or so on a Saturday - and he dragged me into a local nudie bar to help him with some quick wiring before the club opened.

I remember seeing the girls walk into the club in high heel boots and leather jackets looking so sexy and refined and glamorous. At the time I was an awkward, uncoordinated, gangly, nerd in a back brace and was so self conscious about my body (which was developing far faster than I was ready for) and I remember just wanting to BE one of those self assured girls so bad.

I watched a couple girls warm up on the stage when I was on the way out. It made an impression.

nmcbrain
03-25-2015, 12:10 AM
Nice post lestat -- that is pretty epic.

I can't really equal it, but my first time had some similarities. I was 18 and a freshman in college. I was on a spring break trip with my college track team. This isn't the cool college guys trip you see on MTV spring break or whatever. This is the nerdiest group of skinny dudes you can imagine. Basically 10 guys that are 5'8"-5'10" and weigh 120 pounds each. Glasses, acne, goofy grins, everything. 9.5 on the dork richter scale.

We were training around Tampa. Our crappy motel was right down the street from Mons Venus. This was about 20 years ago, so internet didn't exist in its current form (this is back when AOL and the internet were more or less the same thing) and there were no websites on strip clubs or anything. The only thing we knew about strip clubs was what we saw in the strip club scene in Beverly Hills Cop. So of course we have to go. We went to either Mons or that place next door (I think it was 2001 or something like that). Someone said we needed to get a bunch of $1s before hand. No one was exactly sure what to do with them, but we assumed we would figure it out when we got inside.

When we got inside ... holy shit. There were like, naked girls in there. And I mean, there were a LOT of them. And they were HOT. I mean like, really hot. And naked, too. With boobs and everything. I mean like, who is going to believe this when we get home?

So we all huddle together like boys at a 7th grade dance. There is a lot of action in the club but no one is exactly sure how to partake. Eventually some of us went up to the seats by the stage and started spending those $1s. I motorboated with one girl, which I now know is a terrible faux pas. Sorry folks I didn't know better -- I am a much older and somewhat wiser man now. The dancer was just laughing with (or at) me when I did it -- I think that we were so inept as a group that people just didn't get worked up over it. (and we weren't fighting or making rude remarks or stuff like that -- just were smiling and clueless)

So we find out what lapdances are. And we find out they are $20. Again, sorry folks but to a kid that is a lot of money. That was like beer money for a week (we were buying the $6 cases of natty light pounders).

But when in Rome you gotta do it. For the story value if nothing else. And so I got a lapdance from "Cindy". Lapdance was great (though not as good as lestat's). I still remember her to this day -- shoulder length sandy blond hair, brown eyes, a little shorter than me, nice figure, cute. And that, my friends, is maybe something cool about younger customers. They often will not have much money, but what you are doing is totally memorable for them. Kind of like the way you will always remember your 2nd grade teacher, you will always remember the girl that gave you your first lapdance.

zeke
03-25-2015, 08:57 AM
Yes i do.

rickdugan
03-25-2015, 01:09 PM
I doubt that anyone is going to top lestat's story, lol. But here's mine fwiw.

I was 21 and for months I drove by this strip club, every day, to and from my apartment. For all those months, I very much wanted to know what was happening in there, but could never work up the nerve to go in. One fine sunny afternoon, my curiosity overcame my nervousness and I took the plunge. I felt like I was doing something very wrong, but I also craved the thrill. So after sitting in the parking lot for 20 minutes, I dashed out of the car and to the club door, hoping nobody who knew me would see me going in.

When I got in, I was immediately seated - right at the stage. This was a nude club with alcohol, so moments after entering, I had a beer in hand and a naked girl inches from my face. Now I was not exactly a virgin at the time - in fact, I had a live-in GF - but I could count on one hand the number of girls I had seen naked in person. And never had I seen nudity displayed like this, nor so much of it. I swear I think I was blushing for the entire hour I was in the place, especially when they stuck their nether parts within a foot of my face, lol, and I couldn't make eye contact with any girl who was doing a stage set.

I also felt so wrong being there in so many ways, including drinking alone during the day, feeling pervy as I sat there with the old guys who comprised the other customers in the club, spending money that I really shouldn't be using for something so tawdry, and, of course, looking at all those naked girls when I already had a GF.

It was years before I went to a club again, more because of the expense than anything else, but the first visit set the stage for my desire to return when I could.