View Full Version : Your first VIP

01-31-2013, 11:03 AM
Anyone here remember their first VIP experience? Mine was over a year ago after I got my Tax Refund deposit. There was a red-head that I really liked and she wore the hottest outfit in the club (schoolgirl), and I had bought a few dances from her previously. Anyway I took her VIP and spent about $500 worth of dances. She worked up quite a sweat, to say the least. When it was over I got a great big hug and cheek-kiss.
Now, every time I hear the song "Kids" from MGMT it reminds me of that first time. Good memories of good times.

02-20-2013, 08:33 AM
In my case the "VIP" area was a booth at the back, not a separate room. I suppose I would define VIP as "any location within the club for which spending time there would require a payment other than the cover charge you paid to get into the club in the first place" :)

02-21-2013, 02:43 PM
My first VIP was about a decade ago with my ATF porn star who I learned lived and danced about an hour away from my home. If that had not been the case, I'd certainly not have visited that club and probably not come to patronize any RI clubs regularly. I guess she deserves some of the credit or the blame for my club experiences depending on my disposition at any given point.


03-31-2013, 04:29 AM
My first was quite a long time ago. But this isn't about me.

But a few years ago I was at my local hole-in-the-wall place and wound up talking a bit with a dancer as she worked the bar. She told me that it was only her second time dancing but she was out of a job (she had danced a few hours at an other local place a couple of days earlier), and so far she felt it seemed pretty good and was having a good time. She seemed to do pretty well and could dance decently.

For some reason I decided to ask if she had 'gone private' yet (at that place some girls mainly work the bar, others let you know they want to raise the stakes and come on to you) and to my somewhat surprise she said 'no, but I'm willing to try'. I didn't know where this would be going, if she was really up for it, or what (though she didn't seem to have a problem with the breast feels that came with the bar tips). So I went for it.

The first thing she did after I agreed was go and have hurried conversations with the other dancers, I guess to get a good idea of how this all worked. We got to the back room, and she was a little unsure how to start, so I lightly touched her and guided her at first (I did not take unfair advantage of the situation). Soon she got into the spirit though and needed no further guidance.

But as a newbie, though, after the set was done, she didn't wait for a tip, started to head back to the dance floor. I had to catch up with her to tip her (she sure had earned it).

04-24-2013, 02:36 PM
I remember because the girl lost my damn belt. She pulled it off trying to be all sexy-like and it flew out of her hand and went down behind the couches, which were either bolted down or way too heavy to move. I was actually a little pissed because I was a pretty nice belt too!

04-26-2013, 11:52 AM
My first VIP experience was a LONG time ago. I had been working in club in another state [NJ] and was seeing the dancer that introduced me to swinging [and I eventually had a relationship with for about six years]. She was a couple of years older than me. We were both young. She liked to party [man, did she like to party]. So we'd be out most nights.

There was a club in NYC, it is so long ago now I forget the name, but it was one of the first to adopt the VIP room model. She wanted to go. We went. If I recall correctly this VIP room set up ran on bottle service so you had to purchase a cheap bottle of house champagne at some exorbitant price to get the room and the dancer worked on tips alone. No cut of the "bottle" went to her.

So we get some of this swill and share it with a dancer of my Lady's choice and it was a good enough time. Most of the LD attention was focused on my S.O. and she seemed to be having a good time. I know I was watching their antics.

Pretty tame stuff comparatively. Thirty minutes later it was over. We were all smiling.

And so it goes...