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Moneywise
06-05-2004, 04:43 PM
Chili is right on everything above. ::) It seems you are having as much fun playing the game as she is. Even at $180, it seems you got your monies worth of entertainment. You left happy! ;D I know. I know. True mongers would say you should have gotten 3 BJ's for that. :D Keep posting! The popcorn is ready and the beer is cold. LOL! This is cheap entertainment. LOL. :D I'm still rooting for you even if it's like wanting the Cubs to win the World Series. ;)
I only spent $120! ;) I'm working on that ROI. ;D
I left happy and she called me today for whatever reason. I never got back to her. It's time for me to take the blase approach to it all and see where that leads me. My goal is to go in and spend less than $120 next time yet experience just as much, if not more, than previous visits.
3 BJs? Hell. I'm just trying to progress to the next phase of my little progression chart (|white knight|---|nice guy|--(me)--|man on a mission|---|irritant|---|manipulator|---|raincoater|). grin.
I'm glad to have been of some service to you. You've got waaay too much butter on that popcorn fishnet. ;) Hey, anything's possible. Just ask William Hung. :D
fishnet
06-05-2004, 05:26 PM
I'm glad to have been of some service to you. You've got waaay too much butter on that popcorn fishnet. ;) Hey, anything's possible. Just ask William Hung. :D
I'm not bagging on ya. You are happy! That's all that counts. You are an adult and know how to best spend your money. From previous posts, I just wish there was more.
:D Keep posting! The popcorn is ready and the beer is cold. LOL! This is cheap entertainment. LOL. :D I'm still rooting for you even if it's like wanting the Cubs to win the World Series. ;)
Fish I agree ;D Im rooting for MW also. CP predicts that he will never crack open the cookie...I dunno...he might be right. But the SCJ part of me hopes that CP is wrong ;)
I had an RR playdate with Miss D on Thursday ;D :P It was great. She called me yesterday (Friday) and invited my up to the club to hang out. Shes going on vaca next week and probably needed even more money LOL Unfortunately, I couldnt work it out...I had plans for Friday evening :(
I half expected her to call me today for either a club visit or at least lunch. She didnt so I decided to go to the "other club" to visit my DJ/stripper friend. I hit her club around 3:30. As I pulled into the parking lot I saw her car so I knew I was good to go ;D After parking the ESC in headed in and found a nice seat at the bar. It wasnt too difficult as the club was fairly empty. During my previous visits there was a particular woman working the bar...a nice petite brunette. Instead of this brunette there was a buxomy blonde :o 8) LOL I immediately started laying some FBR b/s on her so I would be insured of good service LOL
I ordered my usual adult beverage and before it was delivered my DJ friend plopped down on the bar stool next to me ;D She must have spotted me entering the building LOL She looked very hot. Tight blue jeans and low cut tee shirt. We got to talking about this and that. Shes just finishing up school for the year so it was interesting to see what was going on. After a while, the conversation gets more personal. Its hard not to talk about T&A when youre in a strip club LOL She complains about her tits being too small and her ass too big but of course I told her she was perfect ;D She is very cute and way too down on herself. I think it a woman thing. DJ is a solid 8+ :P
I spent a couple hours talking to her along with flirting with the barmaid and downing cold bud lites. It was a good time. I made a point of tipping the dancers as they rotated on the stage. Got some nice tits and bootie in the face. Sort of felt like old times on a smaller scale since I was only tipping $5's.
The DJ and I are getting along very well. We set up a luncheon date for next Thursday ::) We discussed a lunch location and I routed her up towards a restaurant near the infamous FBR/Miss D RR Inn LOL Im thinking that one has to have a plan in case things develop. Not likely but you never know ;D Honestly, Im not that worried about it but I wouldnt turn down the opportunity.
DJ had to go up to the booth to intro a dancer so I kicked back and sipped my beer waiting for her to come back. While Im sitting there this new dancer comes over to me. She says Hi and I return the the hello. She starts laying SS on me when suddenly I feel an arm around my shoulder. I look around and its DJ LOL She tells the dancer Oh this is my friend FBR. Shes snuggled all up close to me sending major body language to the dancer LOL I took the opportunity to put my arm around DJ and rub her waist etc under her tee shirt LOL It was cool as hell. I could feel the talons extending as the ladies went eyeball to eyeball lmao So were there trying to talk civilly. You know how women can talk civil on the surface but the bloody daggers a slicing flesh LMAO It was funny as hell.
Im just smiling being all neutral. I could feel the female arrows flying :D I was happy that DJ moved in to protect her turf. It was my first indication that she was prepared to do battle LOL The dancer kind of slinked away. She wasnt all that hot so it was a win for me ;D I was a bit surprised that DJ was so assertive because there is a tenuous relationship between the female club staff and the dancers. But I figured what the hell, Im just a dumb customer and dont get involved in club politics ::).
Im pretty sure that the cookies are baking in the oven and the timer is about to go off :P DJ has dancer experience and understands the game Im pretty sure. The proof will be in the pudding when we do lunch next week. Weve seen each other multiple times at the club and the vibrations seem to be good. Im gonna try and move it to the next level. We'll see what happens.
FBR
Moneywise
06-05-2004, 07:05 PM
I'm not bagging on ya. You are happy! That's all that counts. You are an adult and know how to best spend your money. From previous posts, I just wish there was more.
I know bud. I'm just yanking your chain. I'm actually having lots of fun. Plan B is officially in action. There will be no more Mr. Nice Guy. ;D
mr_punk
06-05-2004, 09:46 PM
Respect him, SW? Hell, she owns Moneywise.
If you do not absolutely, positively make her pay you the $130 she still owes in REAL US MONEY, then you will only be one thing to her, ever: her bitch. i was thinking the same thing as i read his posts, Chili. MW is like putty is this stripper's hands. she'll always think of him as a sucker, for long as he keeps acquiescing to her demands so easily. he really needs to stay far, far away from her.
My god, if he'll spend the amount of money he's already spent just for a little reach in and a bit more (what I would get in a normal $20 lap from a complete unknown dancer in my club, as I will post in my own TR shortly), imagine what he would do if actually got some?Hide the title to the house and the bearer bonds.i don't get it either, but...that's funny thing about the sc: it's a place where some guys act as if they're pussy-whipped, but without ever getting the pussy.
Moneywise
06-06-2004, 07:56 AM
i was thinking the same thing as i read his posts, Chili. MW is like putty is this stripper's hands. she'll always think of him as a sucker, for long as he keeps acquiescing to her demands so easily. he really needs to stay far, far away from her.
This is so true and one of the main reasons why there has been a significant shift in the dynamics of what I contribute to our relations when in the SC. I'm determined to keep the nice guy at bay for awhile. Although staying far, far away from her seems like something I should do it would seem to me as though I was quitting. I'm no quitter. If anything, I am more determined now than ever to press on. ;) I have not doubt the cookie can be nibbled. I have just been going about it the wrong way. I spent far less Friday and still had the same, if not a bit more, enjoyment as usual.
She called me the very next day. That was also a first. I thought about that call and came to the conclusion that, had I caved and spent my typical 300 while not asking for any payback at all, she would have seen it as just another night draining the sucker. My actions were the exact opposite. I believe she called because she was a little worried that her prized cash cow was acting so noticeably different. If that’s the case I expect more post visit calls in the future. ;D
I also thought it was significant that she agreed with paying me back the money. Although not in actual US dollars, it was payback nevertheless. I would have spent those same twenties on those three dances. I’ll recoup the rest over the next two visits.
i don't get it either, but...that's funny thing about the sc: it's a place where some guys act as if they're pussy-whipped, but without ever getting the pussy.
If acting whipped pertains to the amount of money I have spent in the past on her then yes I have. Otherwise, I conduct myself in a gentlemanly manner at all times (except when in the VIP). The gentlemanly approach is out the window too. I'm not going to be a dickhead but I will more clearly display my motives.
MW
mr_punk
06-06-2004, 12:09 PM
Although staying far, far away from her seems like something I should do it would seem to me as though I was quitting. I'm no quitter. If anything, I am more determined now than ever to press on. I have not doubt the cookie can be nibbled. I have just been going about it the wrong way.quitting? well, what's wrong with quitting? one of the first things, a guy who seeks mileage learns is that success is possible. however, failure is also possible. it comes with the territory. i can't even begin to tell you the number of times, i've been turned down. like i said, there is a learning curve involved. since, you're new to sc. right now, you're at the bottom of the curve. you're not going to get to the top of the curve by spending it on a white elephant. that's a sucker's game. so, don't get so caught up over the one stripper that got away. spending more money in this situation is a bad idea. generally, for most strippers. dancing is all about the maximum amount/in the shortest period of time, for the least amount of work. a stripper won't do anything for a customer, if that customer removes all incentive for a dancer to do anything.
in any case, it's more important not to spent a lot of upfront money while trying to separate, the players (the dancers who do) from the pretenders (dancers who try make you think they are players). there really is no need to fence swing at the first pitch that comes your way. so, show some patience at the plate and wait on the pitch you can hit. so far, and i think you will agree. this dancer, IMHO, has really shown you nothing that would warrant the amount of money you spent or lent her.
The gentlemanly approach is out the window too. I'm not going to be a dickhead but I will more clearly display my motives.i don't think anyone is advocating that you become a dickhead. however, sometimes, you have to let strippers know. it would be a mistake to confuse you with other suckers that she deals with on a nightly basis.
Moneywise
06-06-2004, 03:45 PM
mr_p,
It's always good to receive advice from all points on the SCJ spectrum. Your points are well heeded and appreciated.
Dickhead might have been the wrong word to use. I'm going to ensure that from now on she knows who is in control of my money. If she wants it she'll have to use that creative mind of hers to get it.
MW
Katrine
06-06-2004, 04:13 PM
I think letting her pay you back in lapdances is a good idea!
SportsWriter2
06-06-2004, 06:11 PM
A few comments:
* I've been in clubs where a bottle of champagne gets you VIP, and the girl charges by the dance, so MW's girl did a legitimate payback.
* I loan money to a few girls I've been close with and they always pay back in dances.
* I perceive each girl differently. I might like one as a Freak, another as a Hug. Last week I just felt like hanging out with a Hug for a couple of hours, so we went to the beach, parked and played just for fun. It made her day, too.
* I think MW has learned that it doesn't help anyone when you enable dumb behaviors.
* I rarely hang out with dancers who have more than one kid, substance addictions, or financial baggage. Pretty psychos are okay.
* I'd rather be inside a bright girl's mind than any other part of her. Not that you can't have it all, but I have priorities of order.
* A lot of low-budget action leaves me feeling empty an hour later. But hey, I'd like to see a thread on Most for Least experiences.
* Most of my sad SC experiences have involved young girls losing their souls after a year of dancing, then sliding into the subculture.
* Some days I'd rather have the social experience of the club than be alone with the same dancer outside the club.
* I have thoroughly enjoyed MW's sharing of his journey.
She them goes into how if you buy a bottle of champagne the VIP is free. Dances still cost though.
She informed M.W. that the dances would cost up front. I have always been of the opinion that a debt is a debt regardless of how it is settled, what counts is that it is settled in such a way that both parties feel that the settlement is equitable. Moneywise, if you feel that this format for settlement is equitable, then proceed, just be sure that there are not hidden motives for your acceptance of this style of reimbursement.
Moneywise
06-06-2004, 10:36 PM
I think letting her pay you back in lapdances is a good idea!
Thanks Kat. I thought so too! ;)
A few comments:
* I've been in clubs where a bottle of champagne gets you VIP, and the girl charges by the dance, so MW's girl did a legitimate payback.
I thought so too. It's not like I went into the VIP knowing dances would be free. She even reminded me of the $60 for the dances as we were leaving VIP. She was kinda hurried..had to be on stage to help with a little birthday thing. I told her I would have it for her at the bar when she was done. When she joined me I sprung my little payback angle on her. She didn't even flinch. She just nodded and said "How much do I owe you?" I said "180". She then said "No, you gave me 190. 190 minus 60 is 130. I can't repay all 130 in laps tonight (lol) bbut I will repay the rest". That whole little conversation alone blew me away. She could have just said..yeah yeah..I owe you 180. Hey, money is money especially in the SC world. I respected that.
* I loan money to a few girls I've been close with and they always pay back in dances.
Great! Now I don't feel so badly. ;)
* I think MW has learned that it doesn't help anyone when you enable dumb behaviors.
Indeed I have. :-[
* I rarely hang out with dancers who have more than one kid, substance addictions, or financial baggage.
My knowledge of the baggage came much later. Remember, this was my first "ATF/Fave" encounter. I've only been hitting the SC for about 9 months now. After getting me around her finger she began opening up and telling me more than I probably should have ever wanted to know. Hindsight is 20/20 though. I'd still hit it. ;D
* I'd rather be inside a bright girl's mind than any other part of her. Not that you can't have it all, but I have priorities of order.
I have been guilty of thinking with the smaller head. The funny thing about it all is I actually used the head on my shoulders Friday and found there was room for negotiation, persuasion, manipulation.
* A lot of low-budget action leaves me feeling empty an hour later. But hey, I'd like to see a thread on Most for Least experiences.
Perhaps I will start that very thread soon. ;D
* Most of my sad SC experiences have involved young girls losing their souls after a year of dancing, then sliding into the subculture.
She has been doing it for 5 yrs. Her soul or thirst for it all is gone. I believe those two children drive her relentlessly. I have known her for 9 months and it wasn't until last week when I left early on a Monday and pissed her off (not into waiting an hour while she ties up loose ends) that I found she had smoked some weed earlier that night in the bathroom. She was all secretive about it and embarassed. I thought that was cute..lol the devilish side of me regrets not hanging around and enjoying the ride. ;D She was noticeably "off center" for a bit.
* I have thoroughly enjoyed MW's sharing of his journey.
Thank you. I have also thoroughly enjoy the wide variety of input received from each and every one that has taken the time to read and comment. as I stated before, had I not found this site I might have been the one writing the "That bitch stole 28,000 of my hard earned duckets and hasn't even so much as given me a blow" story.
She informed M.W. that the dances would cost up front. I have always been of the opinion that a debt is a debt regardless of how it is settled, what counts is that it is settled in such a way that both parties feel that the settlement is equitable. Moneywise, if you feel that this format for settlement is equitable, then proceed, just be sure that there are not hidden motives for your acceptance of this style of reimbursement.
Now I don't feel very bad at all for my little idea of recouping my money with that which I enjoy. :)
Chili Palmer
06-07-2004, 10:40 AM
I was in full monger mode Friday evening. Had an appointment set up with a travelling, uh, companion, then had plans to head down to my fave SC afterwards for some cool down laps.
Now, I have been trying to track down this particular provider for a number of months, first in Arizona, and now here in LA once I saw her put up an ad in a local adult mall. I filled out her contact form, made all the necessary preparations. For all the dancers out there who ask, "Why don't men just use an escort instead of going to a strip club?", the following is one major reason why.
Aside from giving up my anonymity in order to schedule with her, I had to adjust to her schedule. This meant a 6:30 appointment, which for me meant driving 50 miles through three LA freeways during Friday getaway rush hour. Fun stuff. The provider said she'd call the day before to give me her number to contact her once I was in the lobby. She didn't call, but I tracked down a phone number from a different ad and tried that upon arrival. Left one message, left a second. Tried calling the front desk from a courtesy phone; no joy there, as she was apparently registered under a different name. At least I got my parking validated.
Thoroughly pissed now, I decide to head out to a strip club in the Valley that many of my sc friends love, and for which we have probably the most extensive database available. I was looking for one specific dancer, who a few hours earlier had posted she was on her way to the club. She's a 6'1", enhanced-DD knockout who had recently transferred over to this club, and I wanted to get a few half hour bed dances with her. I wait over an hour in full Boba Fett mode, but nothing happening. Finally, I approach the waitresses and ask about the dancer; neither have heard of her. I go to the DJ; she's not on shift. Fuck me up the goatass (with apologies to Adam Sandler).
I'm out the door on the way to my main back up club. This club has a rep as a no/low touch club, and my experience has been hit and miss, but when It's been a hit, it's been a Barry Bonds BALCO-style hit. Fortunately, I instantly spy one of my three main girls: a natural DDD softbody with an Indian heritage. No one else is in the club that I care about, she comes over, gets reacquainted, and off we go to the VIP room for what turns out to be about 15 topless laps. Plenty of squeezing, feeding, stickshifting, light kissing and her reciprocating by sucking on my nipples, too. (BTW, she is the lowest mileage dancer of my three main girls at this club.) Parenthetically, I've never been much of a man nipple play guy, but I know a few dancers who drive me crazy with it. She's one of them. We finish up, I head out the the road to my #1 club.
Got there about 10:30, ready to fucken roll. I sit for about five minutes and out pops my number #1 dancer, a DD-enhanced (but oh-so-soft) Latina dancer. She immediately comes over and gives me a big kiss, sits on my lap and grabs my unit, noting that I seem especially happy to see her. I tell her she doesn't know the half of it.
She tells me she's changed her cell phone number, and told me why (pay attention here, Moneywise). Turns out one of her other regulars, a dude she's known for four years, has turned psycho on her. He's always been one of those customers who came in for just one girl (in this case, her), gave her gifts (shows me a diamond bracelet), paid for lunches, dinners, etc. He's wanted to rescue her from the club, take care of her (and her daughter), leave his wife, blah, blah, blah. But, he recently showed up on her doorstep and she got a little paranoid, especially seeing as how she never gave him her home addy (turns out she once left her home number unblocked and he used a reverse directory to track down her address). She has a new number but doesn't know it, so she gets her phone out and calls my phone directly, so her number can be on my phone and I can still call her.
She's ready to leave and work the room (she knows she's usually a closer with me), when I tell her to stay, as the DJ has just announced 2-for-1 laps. We go off for five sets, doing various prime numbers from the Dispater scale). Lots of fun, neither of us say much, as it is rude to talk with your mouth full.
We finish, I return to a seat near the stage to watch a show. For the next 45 minutes or so, I just chill, not getting any dances. Suddenly a shadow crosses my table. It's one of the club bouncers, and coming directly for me. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out...
...about a dozen VIP passes and hands them to me. He says, " I've seen you in here all the time and I just wanted to let you know we're not all stupid." I was in shock, not only because this was the first time in over seven years of coming to this club (since it opened) that anyone there (aside from the dancers) has actually acknowledged my spending proclivities, but because this guy apparently was able to figure out who my cyber identity was. I've been recently bagging on the bouncers/floaters at this club for overcounting dances, and this guy was letting me know not everyone was down with ripping off customers. He then returned five miutes later with a chilled bottle of water for me, and said, "I'm here to take care of you. Let me know if you ever need anything." I was nearly in tears I was so overcome with emotion--this club giving away free drinks is approximately akin to WalMart deciding they want to give all their employees performance bonuses instead of compelling them to work overtime for free.
Feeling remarkably good for having just received an $8 drink for free, I get more good news. A dancer who had left a few months ago returned. Truly beautiful--Mediterranean heritage, hourglass curves. We get reacquainted, go back from some topless laps. Sadly, she has a minor injury, and the no fly zone is being enforced. We stop after two laps.
Another perennial fave comes by, and off we go to the nudes. More unsafe fluid exchanges, more mutual enjoyment and some DFK'ing, too. Still not done, I think I see another dancer who is about a Prius on the mileage scale. I take her back to the nudes, and my #1 fave comes in. She sees me with another girl, and comes over and tells the dancer that I am one of her faves and to take care of me. The new dancer asks, "You know X?" I nod dumbly, and this gal proceeds to violate about 20 different lewd conduct laws, all with my fave looking on and enjoying the show. Turns out the dancer I picked was actually the wrong girl (similar body and hair to the one I was looking for), but she turned out to be the right girl after all.
My point about writing this TR here is not to demonstrate that you gotta be a cheap fucker (I think I spent about $800 at the three clubs), but to be in control. Despite getting hammered all night by the waitstaff, I never, ever bought a dancer a drink. Never have, never will. It's just fucken stupid, no matter what spin you want to put on it. The dancers who dance for me know they don't have throw a fit, get jealous, or engage in stripper shit or dancer politics. In point of fact, if they do, I'll cut 'em off and not give it a second thought. It's not about being an asshole; if a dancer doesn't to go where I want to go, I thank her for her time, pay her and move on. I never impose my sensibilities (or lack of same) on anyone who doesn't want them imposed. I don't go to a club to get tsouris (Yiddish term), I go to get my game on. I got the number of dances I wanted, spent what I wanted and got wonderful bang for my buck. Don't let the dancers dictate the terms of the relationship; you have got to enforce the real golden rule, which is: He who has the gold, makes the rules.
Oh yeah, also got a private set up for Saturday with one dancer. She's talked about bringing along a friend (a former dancer who is off-the-scale hot), so I need to start working out this week to prepare.
CP
Moneywise
06-07-2004, 04:10 PM
Chili,
Nice TR man. These things are always fun to read. About your reference to the psycho. I'm the last person on earth you would ever imagine to overstep or go where either I or my fave would be placed into an uncomfortable situation.
I get quite a bit of "play" in RL. I guess I hit the SC mainly to allow my devious side to be stimulated as well. It's never been that serious to me. After a good day or so I am over the euphoria and back to my everyday life working diligently, having sex here & there (w/ RL acquaintances), and saving up for my next trip..lol
Why the hell do I go? I truly enjoy the ambiance (music and drinks mostly). Toss that lovely fave in and you have enough to persuade me to stop in every once in awhile. I'm more of a "wait for the opportunity and pounce man". Hunting has never really been my forte. ;)
MW
Richard_Head
06-07-2004, 05:52 PM
Nice report Chili, sounds like a good night :thumbsup:.
Hey! Parts 2 and 3 are missing!!!http://www.gay.hr/web/smilies/WTF.gif LOL. Great report Darren! Keep 'em coming! ;)
LOL, thanks. I haven't finished parts 2 and 3 (the next two trips were also hot), but I wrote part 1 while drunk - hehe. When I get in the mood I'll finish it.
Come on Darren, LOL I'm waiting, I'm going to Vegas this weekend and I'd like to hear what you have to say :listen:.
SportsWriter2
06-07-2004, 06:34 PM
Chili, that was a primo TR. I like your use of tsouris, the Yiddish term for trouble or grief (but so much more, as Yiddish terms often are).
Good observation on nipple sucking. I recently found a young cutie with a world class sucking relfex. She humps and gets off sucking nipples, middle fingers, whatever. And I can feel the suction in her DFK.
Wanting to connect, I sucked her A boobs in completely until they were B. She convinced herself that her boobs are growing because of these "treatments."
The more you do, the more dancers talk in the dressing room, and the easier it is to get what you want from other girls (including non-dancing friends).
lestat1
06-07-2004, 09:43 PM
Chili - write a "How To" guide, and I'll but it. :o
mr_punk
06-07-2004, 10:59 PM
About your reference to the psycho. I'm the last person on earth you would ever imagine to overstep or go where either I or my fave would be placed into an uncomfortable situation.i don't think he meant that you were necessarily in danger of becoming a psycho. i think he may have just wanted to illustrate a point or warn you of the potential pitfalls. the psycho in his story was showering his fave with meals, cash, gifts, etc. in fact, i wouldn't be surprised if this stripper gave that customer just a mere fraction of the mileage chili recieved. why should she do more? the customer removed all incentive for dancer to do anything and probably asked for nothing or little in return. showering a dancer in a hail storm of cash and gifts in the hopes that she will naturally reciprocate is a fool's errand. futhermore, her relating the story to chili is interesting. i think it shows exactly what she thought about that customer. he was nothing more than walking cash card with the PIN number tattooed on his forehead. you can bet that she made damn sure to never let this sucker (i seriously doubt that he had any clue at all) in on the joke.
Why the hell do I go? I truly enjoy the ambiance (music and drinks mostly). Toss that lovely fave in and you have enough to persuade me to stop in every once in awhile. I'm more of a "wait for the opportunity and pounce man". Hunting has never really been my forte.and that waiting for opportunity to pounce will be the death of your credit rating courtesy of a stripper. you're playing right into her hands. most of the time, you have to manufacture your own opportunities in a sc. like i said, for the stripper, dancing is all about the maximum amount of money/in the shortest period of time, for the least amount of work. i don't know about you, but that doesn't sound too good for the customer. however, if you chili's statement read below. you can see how a customer can short-circuit that process fairly easily.
The dancers who dance for me know they don't have throw a fit, get jealous, or engage in stripper shit or dancer politics. In point of fact, if they do, I'll cut 'em off and not give it a second thought. It's not about being an asshole; if a dancer doesn't to go where I want to go, I thank her for her time, pay her and move on. I never impose my sensibilities (or lack of same) on anyone who doesn't want them imposed. I don't go to a club to get tsouris (Yiddish term), I go to get my game on. I got the number of dances I wanted, spent what I wanted and got wonderful bang for my buck. Don't let the dancers dictate the terms of the relationship; you have got to enforce the real golden rule, which is: He who has the gold, makes the rules.
i couldn't agree more.
Moneywise
06-08-2004, 05:33 AM
I wholeheartedly agree mr_p. This statement alone should be posted in the men's restrooms of SCs through the US of A. I'm learning that it's waaay past time to begin enforcing the "golden rule". Enforcement is now underway. ;D
The dancers who dance for me know they don't have throw a fit, get jealous, or engage in stripper shit or dancer politics. In point of fact, if they do, I'll cut 'em off and not give it a second thought. It's not about being an asshole; if a dancer doesn't to go where I want to go, I thank her for her time, pay her and move on. I never impose my sensibilities (or lack of same) on anyone who doesn't want them imposed. I don't go to a club to get tsouris (Yiddish term), I go to get my game on. I got the number of dances I wanted, spent what I wanted and got wonderful bang for my buck. Don't let the dancers dictate the terms of the relationship; you have got to enforce the real golden rule, which is: He who has the gold, makes the rules.
Chili Palmer
06-08-2004, 01:18 PM
Thanks for the feedbcak, gentlement. it's much appreciated.
MW, mr_punk is correct in his analysis. I do not think you'd go all psycho on a gal, but I do think there's a clear path towards the whole dancer floormat thing that you are/were heading down (and now are hopefully detoured permanently off of).
Over on the pink site, there is a very illustrative (if nearly illiterate) post started by Tragic Beauty (probably the best looking dancer on this site, IMO) that should be read by all here. Dancers have a tendency to waaaaaaaaay overvalue their pussies, even when they have no intention of ever sharing them. Outside a club, never pay more than market rates for your city, which in LA means $300-$400 for a full hour GFE visit, and most other cities no more than $200-$300.
Inside a club, well, this is where establishing control is critical early in the dancer/customer relationship. For example, I mentioned on Friday that I did five 2-for-1 nude sets with one dancer, meaning at the end of the set I owed her $200. I gave her $240, which is a pretty damn generous tip, but what I pay out for the level of service I received. The dancer went back to the dressing to freshen up (not bothering to count the $$$). When she came back out, she walked over to me and said that I overpaid her by one set and wanted to give the "extra" $40 back. I told her it was hers and she was thrilled. And this is a girl who has a rep among certain PLs as a ROB. But not with me, not ever.
Never forget that you are the golden goose, and there will always be another dancer who makes your heart go pitty-pat if this one stops satisfying or starts getting greedy.
One final note: "Dialing for Dollars" (as my monger friends call it), is a common practice among escorts and dancers when times are slow. To borrow a phrase from George Costanza, you never have more "hand" than when a dancer or escort calls you seeking business. This is the absolute supreme time to strike; take advantage of these situations to make a substantial deal in your favor. If she doesn't go for it, nothing has been lost; if she does, you've just established the floor for future dealings.
BTW, never, ever give a dancer your home number, always a cell phone. Same goes with dancers; they should never give a customer a home number, for the reasons stated in my TR above. It's always easy to shut off your phone, block 'em, or set it to vibrate; much better than be woken up at 3:30 in the morning by a drunk/stoned/crazed/desperate dancer/escort.
CP
Darren
06-08-2004, 04:00 PM
Part 2 or 3: An evening at OGs in LV.
I spent the next day two days soaking up the Las Vegas sun, and the next two evenings playing Blackjack, Let It Ride and Video poker. After a two-day break it was time for an evening at Olympic Gardens. If you have never been to “OG”s (pronounced OHH GEEZ by the locals and taxi cab drivers) well… you have to go. The girls at Olympic Gardens are all independent contractors, and they come and go as they please, and by 11:00pm or so the place is packed, yes even mid week, hundreds of beautiful dancers. There are also male dancers up stairs, and it is trip to watch groups of girls (usually bachelorette and birthday parties) headed up stairs. At one point a bunch of grannies wearing t-shirts with something like “we are nasty grannies” headed up stairs. LOL, actually I forget what their shirts said. Some kind of woman’s “club” that goes to SCs to see men dance.
Again I chose to dress up well, and decided to stick with the Fahrenheit cologne again (again this turned out to be a good choice). I arrived at the gardens around 9:00pm and the club managers were there greeting guests on the way in (a nice touch). I decided to drink Gin and Tonic … the Jack Daniels had left with me a hell of a hangover from my evening at CH2s and I had gotten drunk too fast. The great thing about the gardens is you can spend all night here because you can pace yourself by spending some time at the stages (most of the dancers won’t try to hustle you if you sitting at one of the stages and tipping). So you don’t want to get drunk too fast (but then given how watered down the drinks are, not much worry of that). Again I tipped (TIP - To Insure Prompt service?) the cocktail waitresses, complimented them (“why aren’t you a dancer?”) and the service was indeed prompt, even later when the place was packed, I never had to wait for a refill. Again nice – they all had a positive attitude.
The gardens has several stages, but no poles. What’s up with that? The dancers don’t like it, and I don’t blame them. Nothing to hang on to. Oh well, the nice thing is you can probably find a dancer on at least one stage that you like, and take a break from the lap dance thing without being hustled to death. Unless of course you make the mistake of making eye contact with one of the girls walking the floor (and you will, you won’t be able to help yourself).
Many of the girls don’t do stage dancing, and told me they pay the DJ not to be called. So you may have to wander around a bit to find your “favorite” for the evening. I took a spot at one of the stages for about 45 minutes to pass the time and have a few drinks. Nothing terribly memorable except for two girls (which I will mention in a moment). The girls were all friendly and most stopped and got close and made small talk, complimented me, you know how it goes. Anyway the first girl that I recall was very cute, tiny, and had huge massively over-inflated boobs. She acted like a zombie on stage well I won’t say anymore about it other than she liked to shake her boobies on guys heads and I found it to be silly (and they were hard and it hurt). But the second girl I recall was the exact opposite. French perhaps, I forgot to ask. Thin, dark hair, small breasts but in proportion and her dance was sexy and sultry. But the reason I remember her is she was so affectionate. She said she loved my cologne and as she made the rounds on stage she’d stop, give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Yum, and yes I did eventually get dances from her, but not until part 3 of 3
So I am sitting there starting to get buzzed and in walks this tall, full figured (again not heavy, just not a pixie) brunette. She also appeared very tall. I am guessing she was in her later 20s or early 30s. Kind of hard to tell in the dark, but I do remember thinking her face was a bit sad, but still proud and pretty (in a sad kind of way – if that makes sense). The way she walked captivated me. Confident, almost flowing. She was dressed in a lingerie style gown, and it showed off just the right amount of her figure. Something left to the imagination. I was going to ask her for a dance, but there were two or three guys at the front tables … they acted like they owned the place or were well worn regulars, and she headed straight over to talk with them. Before I could ask, she started giving them dances so I had to wait a while.
Finally she is free and I go ask her for a dance, and I’m like whoa, I’m having to look up to see her face. She must have been 6 ft 6inches tall. Hmm, maybe I am intimidated by tall women?
I’m 6ft myself so I am not use to looking up at women. I forget what I said, but she got the message, and did some cute thing where she bent her ankles and lowered herself down to my height. 6 inches of that was shoes (stilts really). So that is better – she is my height – perfect
We sit down for a minute before the dance starts and I can’t help myself. Her long hair is partially covering her face. I instinctively reach up and move it behind her head so I can see her face. OMG, she is a classic beauty, and I believe I said so, to which she reacted with a shy response. I really don’t like dealing with the money – it ruins the fantasy for me, and so I just paid her $100 and told her keep some for a tip, and she could decide when our time is up. I completely lost track of our time together. Could have been half an hour, could have been 5 minutes, I honestly don’t remember. I found myself touching her face and pulling her close like a lover and completely lost track of time. She was passionate, and spontaneous … she kept her warm moist face against mine for the entire time. She let me run my fingers through her hair, over her arms, the small of her back… well I am not good at describing what happened, except that at some point our lips touched and I think it left us both unsure what to do next. As the dance wound down we explored each others hands and finally she said “that was nice…”, I hugged her again, and told her I needed to cool down.
I don’t have and don’t plan on ever having an ATF, but I have to admit that after that dance I can see how a guy could fall for a dancer. I think perhaps it was the way she reacted when I explored her hands that I remember the most. There are not too many women that understand that just exploring each other’s hands can be a passionate experience. Oh well it is all a fantasy, but I’d like to think she would be a passionate and romantic lover.
I went back to the stage overheated. I could still feel the moisture of her face on mine and the smell of her perfume on my skin. I really needed to cool down badly. I ordered a double. Again a wave of dancers I can barely remember, except for one blonde girl who asked me if I was the guy with “Margo?” in the back (she points to where we did our dance). “You mean the tall brunette girl?” I ask. “Yes, that was you wasn’t it… we were talking about you … you’re my hero”. Hmm, I thought it better to just let it go and spent the next half hour or so watching the stage shows, wandering around, and engaging in some random dances none of which were memorable.
Bored, I realized I really wanted to find the brunette girl again, but as I am wondering around I pass the blonde (the one I just mentioned above) and another girl and she grabs me and wants me to sit with them. She tells me “Don’t worry, were not going to ask you for dances. You’re the only gentleman here, we just want you to sit with us”, and indeed they don’t ask me for dances. After hanging out for a bit I’m still thinking about finding the brunette girl (damn). Finally the blonde and her friend have to go ... time for one of them to the do stage thing and I ask where her brunette friend is. Darn, she had to leave for the night, but she tells me she thinks she will be back tomorrow. Suck… I would have loved to have had one more dance from her.
Oh well, so I spend the next half hour wandering around watching stage shows (amused to watch the female patrons getting dances from female dancers), and hoping to find a dancer that I feel some connection with. Finally as I am wandering around I spot this blonde haired girl, and the expression on her face isn’t completely vacant or fake. She was cute, and her hair was a little different too - dread-locks (not something you see very often on a blonde haired girl), but it was the expression on her face that interested me.
Again, I pay her $100 and ask her to let me know when my time is up, and she tells I am her very first lap dance. So that is what I see in her eyes, some degree of innocence that hasn’t been driven/burned out of her. I tell her in that case she doesn’t have to dance, she can sit with me and get acclimated to the whole thing. She thanks me and we spend the next 45 minutes or so talking and hugging. Her stage name is “Slice” but she also told me her real name (which I won’t include in this report). She made a couple of attempts at dancing, but she was obviously very uncomfortable (who wouldn’t be), and I’d rather just hug her and talk anyway. About this point another girl taps her on the shoulder and says “excuse me, I need to talk to her”. She comes back after a few minutes and I say “that was your boss wasn’t it, telling you not to spend so much time with me…” It wasn’t exactly her boss, more like her assigned dancer/coach for the night. She didn’t want to leave, but I went ahead and coaxed her to go ahead and go because I didn’t want to see her get in trouble.
Then I am off to watch the stage shows. It is a real trip to watch couples, more so when the guy is getting a dance and his female partner is clearly pissed off about it but tries to act like it’s cool. Someone is going to pay
I spent some time talking with a dancer who I had earlier turned down (very attractive but at the time she asked I had just been bombarded with hustles). I realized at the time that she seemed to have taken in personally, but it is a crowded place and I was on my way to the men’s room. I lost track of her earlier, but she turned out to be a real sweet girl. We spent the time talking about why a dancer should never take it personally when a guy turns them down, and I made sure to compliment her many times to make up for having snubbed her earlier. She seemed very pleased and didn’t even ask me for a dance.
I was getting ready to leave when I ran into Slice again, and her natural and enthusiastic smile made me stop in my tracks and ask her for a dance again. I am sure glad I did, as she was obviously more relaxed than an hour ago. The only problem was that her boss/couch kept watching her. It was creepy being watched and I told her I’d love to stay but she needs to tell the couch that its creeping the customer out (that be me) being watched. I would have spent more time with her but the being watched thing was just too much of a turn off.
And that’s it, except for I went back to the casino and won a big jackpot which paid for tomorrow night (part 3 of 3… coming soon).
that's funny thing about the sc: it's a place where some guys act as if they're pussy-whipped, but without ever getting the pussy.
This is brilliant.
This is one of the greatest quotes about strip clubs I've ever read.
futhermore, her relating the story to chili is interesting. i think it shows exactly what she thought about that customer. he was nothing more than walking cash card with the PIN number tattooed on his forehead. you can bet that she made damn sure to never let this sucker (i seriously doubt that he had any clue at all) in on the joke.
This is key.
The girls on the Pink Site all post about how guys like us lack respect, yadda yadda yadda. But really, confident guys who insist on what they want are the only customers many strippers relate to as people. It's the guys who act the way the Pink Site girls say customers should act who the strippers treat like ATMs.
I'm afraid I wasn't clear.
I was not advocating behaving badly. I don't think anybody gets a good response from ANYONE that way. I'm always polite and respectful, which includes respectful of stated boundaries. And from everything I read here, so are Chili and mr_punk.
But there is no equation whatsoever between "not behaving badly" and acting like a doormat/lap dog/you pick your own term. It's the latter that the Pink Site girls always seem to be talking up, but which I think really brands you as a sucker in most strippers' eyes.
I'm sure I'm far from unique here in having had any number of conversations where strippers I'm sleeping with have made fun of customers who give them exhoribitant gifts for nothing. I'm always conflicted in those situations. I think it's wrong for the girls to accept such gifts, and I always tell them so. But I can't deny that my ego enjoys hearing about it. A lot, actually.
I'm sure I'm far from unique here in having had any number of conversations where strippers I'm sleeping with have made fun of customers who give them exhoribitant gifts for nothing. I'm always conflicted in those situations. I think it's wrong for the girls to accept such gifts, and I always tell them so. But I can't deny that my ego enjoys hearing about it. A lot, actually.
Just to jump in here. I dont think its wrong for dancers to accept the gifts as long as they understand the underlying expectations. If they think men dont want something in return they are stupid.
At the same time, its equally stupid for guys to think that giving these gifts will somehow gurantee them access to the cookie. Most dancers respect a straight out business transaction but get a little wierded out with spontaneous gifts etc Too much stalker flavor.
FBR
aggieed
06-08-2004, 05:16 PM
I'm sure I'm far from unique here in having had any number of conversations where strippers I'm sleeping with have made fun of customers who give them exhoribitant gifts for nothing. I'm always conflicted in those situations. I think it's wrong for the girls to accept such gifts, and I always tell them so. But I can't deny that my ego enjoys hearing about it. A lot, actually.
Definitely not unique. :)
I dont think its wrong for dancers to accept the gifts as long as they understand the underlying expectations. If they think men dont want something in return they are stupid.
I definitely don't want to get into a fight with you about this, but if they understand the underlying expectations but know they don't intend to comply, how is it not wrong to accept the gifts? Isn't that just golddigging? Accepting gifts under false pretences? I mean, if you know what the guy is thinking, what real difference does it make that he hasn't expressed it? We're talking ethics here, not contract law.
(Also, to repeat Wwanderer's interesting question on the Pink Site, would you feel differently if it happened in real life instead of in a strip club?)
Moneywise
06-09-2004, 01:54 AM
First of all, I have never felt like an ATM aside from those two occasions I gave her money. As stated in previous TRs, the first one was transacted with no feeling. The second time I was wondering WTF I was doing which brings me to the now. Obviously, based on my last TR, I am seeing things a bit differently now...
On to tonight's TR:
It's Tuesday night. I leave work and am caught at the fork in the road. Do I go right and go home or do I go left and head into the abyss? Obviously I went left or else you wouldn't be reading this right now. ;D
I arrive and am greeted by a mostly empty parking lot which is indicative of a typical weekday at this particular club. I have decided to cut out one of my routines which was to call ahead of time and see if the fave is working. I always based my no or go on this. From now on I will just go. I hadn’t called ahead tonight and planned on enjoying a drink and some scenery. As soon as I sit down the bartender has my drink in front of me. She always gets tipped nicely for that. I suck that drink down while talking with my fave manager about how our Lakers handled their business. We’re going on and on about Kobe and how he lives for the “last few seconds”. (COUGH Lakers in 6 COUGH) ;D ;D ;D
I lean over to him and tell him how I hadn’t called ahead today and was glad I didn’t. I was enjoying the breathing room. He immediately whispers to me “she’s here”. LOL.. oh well. So we continue our Laker talk. Twenty or so minutes pass. My back is turned facing the TV. Out of the blue I hear my name shouted “MW!” I turn around an am met with the most beautiful of smiles. She immediately sits down and starts in on her “What’s wrong with you” angle. The conversation went a little something like this.
Are you mad at me or something?
MW: No. Why? What’s up?
It’s just that you didn’t call me back when I called you from the beach on Saturday. Remember, you were napping and I had woken you up?
MW: Yeah. I remember. I was tired. You know I don’t take too many naps. That was just bad timing. I did call you back by the way. I called around 5pm. This was a couple of hours after waking up from my nap.
Oh. So you would rather nap than hangout with me? I was with (her friend <former stripper> that makes my heart go pitter patter) all afternoon. We had our beach chairs and floats. You could have hung out with the both of us. Nooo. You wanted to nap. Remember. I kept asking you to get up and come to the beach.
MW: I remember that. You just caught me at a bad time. I was delirious.
We got soooo fucked up. Then we went over to the other side near the pier and some youngsters were buying us drinks over and over and over. Some girls were talking about my boobs so I pulled hem out and said “bitch you’re just mad b/c you don’t have em.”
MW: (Laughing my ass off)
The next time I call you had better come. ::)
MW: Oh so I am supposed to be at your beckoned call?
Yes. ::)
MW: evil grin.
Well, since you called me back I guess you aren’t mad at me. I didn’t get the message. I might have been really drunk while checking my messages and accidentally deleted it.
MW: Yea. I know where I am on your list of importance.
You’re pretty high on that list.
MW: (picturing the rolling eyes smiley from SCJ)
She whispers to me that one of the other strippers has told her 5X tonight that she wants to eat her pussy. Speaking of tonguing the cookie, I took the opportunity to ask is she was interested in hearing about one of my recent escapades with a lovely lady from work. You know how some women want to know but they act as if they don’t. That was her. So I just said never mind. This prompted a “tell meeee” response. I can’t tell the whole story here (FBR has been privy to it). There’s a lot of fade to black going on. Some highlights:
Tongue
Uncontrollable numbness
Don’t touch me
Damn! I thought you were good but…
Telling her this story made her most uncomfortable in her chair. I loved every minute of it. :)
She tells me she’ll be back in a second. She’s going go scan the club. I told her to do her thing. I kid you not. I took a sip of my drink and she was right back at my side 3 seconds later. That’s the quickest she has ever returned from one of her little trips.
Ok. It’s about to get funny.
The bartender asks if we want any more drinks. I simply said no. She orders another and says to me “I guess I will have to pay for my own drink”. I found this rather humorous and simply let her pay while I sat there gloating. I couldn’t stop laughing inside about that comment given our history.
We must have talked for a good 45 minutes about everything from A to Z. She has recently enrolled in a course which will net her as certificate upon completion (paralegal). I had been encouraging her to do this for months and am currently the only person that supports her in her decision to do so. That’s so sad.
I take her to the back and the conversation continues. Her family is so non supportive of her attempt to improve her situation that it’s sickening just listening to the stories of the way she’s treated. I have confidence in her though. She’s a very determined woman. Ok. Enough of that.
A nice song comes on and it’s time to dance. This dance was of the typical “push the limits” type. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Afterwards I quickly said my goodbyes and told her to give me a call sometime. She responded “You have my number. Why don’t you call it?” to which I replied “maybe I will”.
Time spent: 2 hrs
Money spent: $35 (20 for the lap, $5 cover, and 10 for the drink/bottled waters/tip)
I have never spent so little and had so much fun.
EDIT: She was hanging all over me at the bar last night and guys were looking over wondering "WTF" b/c they weren't getting anything near that sort of treatment. This was very physical treatment even to the point one other dancer came up and jokingly asked me "Do I need to call 911?" She was practically all over me and I loved every minute of it. ;D
MW
Happy_Camper
06-09-2004, 03:09 AM
Money spent: $35 (20 for the lap, $5 cover, and 10 for the drink/bottled waters/tip)
Why did you have to pay for the lap? Thought she was working off what she owed you?
Moneywise
06-09-2004, 07:42 AM
Money spent: $35 (20 for the lap, $5 cover, and 10 for the drink/bottled waters/tip)
Why did you have to pay for the lap? Thought she was working off what she owed you?
HC,
I'm not that big of a hard ass. I'm going to pick and choose my nights during which I recoup the other $130. ;)
MW
Moneywise
06-09-2004, 07:46 AM
I'll never ever make it all the way over to the dark side Jay. It's just not in my nature. However, I can totally see the "golden goose, he with the money makes the rules" argument. It's funny. You never really sit back and see these angles when you have cookie being practically shoved down your throat (in a SC setting of course). I'm going to play some different angles and see what happens.
MW
Darren
06-09-2004, 08:52 AM
This has been an interesting convo, but suggest starting a thread to continue it (the trip reports are being buried and I get the feeling that this convo is going to take a while to resolve itself - lots of interesting points of view and experiences being raised so definitely don't drop it).
aggieed
06-09-2004, 08:57 AM
I'll never ever make it all the way over to the dark side Jay.
I said that once over two years ago. Then I saw the "light"...er, I mean the "dark" and have never looked back since. Give it time, young Padawan! :P
mr_punk
06-09-2004, 09:54 AM
Time spent: 2 hrs
Money spent: $35 (20 for the lap, $5 cover, and 10 for the drink/bottled waters/tip)
I have never spent so little and had so much fun.good for you. you felt she didn't earn your money and most importantly, you didn't feel the need to just hand it over.
You never really sit back and see these angles when you have cookie being practically shoved down your throat (in a SC setting of course).sure, but it's just a diversionary tactic. it's only really effective on the rubes.
Again, I pay her $100 and ask her to let me know when my time is up, and she tells I am her very first lap dance. So that is what I see in her eyes, some degree of innocence that hasn’t been driven/burned out of her. I tell her in that case she doesn’t have to dance, she can sit with me and get acclimated to the whole thing. She thanks me and we spend the next 45 minutes or so talking and hugging.well, she couldn't have been too young looking. it seems like the young'uns make you a bit uneasy. anyway, you're a better man than i, darren. i can't imagine what would have happened, if i were in your shoes....oh wait...yeah, i can :mischievous:.
stripper: hey, mister. what's in that bottle and why are you putting it on your middle finger?
mr_punk: oh, just a little something to enhance the LD. trust me, all the other strippers love it.
Darren
06-09-2004, 10:24 AM
Again, I pay her $100 and ask her to let me know when my time is up, and she tells I am her very first lap dance. So that is what I see in her eyes, some degree of innocence that hasn’t been driven/burned out of her. I tell her in that case she doesn’t have to dance, she can sit with me and get acclimated to the whole thing. She thanks me and we spend the next 45 minutes or so talking and hugging.well, she couldn't have been too young looking. it seems like the young'uns make you a bit uneasy. anyway, you're a better man than i, darren. i can't imagine what would have happened, if i were in your shoes....oh wait...yeah, i can :mischievous:.
stripper: hey, mister. what's in that bottle and why are you putting it on your middle finger?
mr_punk: oh, just a little something to enhance the LD. trust me, all the other strippers love it.
Oh later I found out that she was in her 30s. She looked great for her age, but she didn't look like a teenie weenie (if you know what I mean). Of course I get as turned as any guy by the beauty of teenage girls, but the idea of making out with one (in an SC or otherwise) creeps me out. In RL WTF would we talk about (and you know how I am about wanting the connection thing).
mr_punk: oh, just a little something to enhance the LD. trust me, all the other strippers love it.
Mr_P how did you say "Trust me" with a straight face. You have to be the worlds greatest actor :P
FBR
Moneywise
06-09-2004, 05:25 PM
stripper: hey, mister. what's in that bottle and why are you putting it on your middle finger?
mr_punk: oh, just a little something to enhance the LD. trust me, all the other strippers love it.
LOL I almost coughed up a guacamole dorito. ;D
Richard_Head
06-13-2004, 09:17 PM
VEGAS Part I, Thursday June 10
My plan was to take Friday of last week off of from work and drive up to Vegas where I was to meet up my cousin who was flying down from Chicago. With Ronald Regan passing away last week my employer decided to give us Friday off (can anyone guess what industry I work in?), when I found this out I decided to move my day off up by a day, I scoured the internet for a cheap hotel room for Thursday night (booked one night at the Stratosphere on www.travelworm.com, which has pretty cheap room rates BTW), and that gave me a night in Vegas to fly solo, LOL guess how I spent it?
I decided to try out Spearmint Rhino, I hadn't been there in awhile and heard that they had remodeled so off I went. I got there maybe 11:00pm, paid my $20 cover, bought my $6 beer, it's a nice place, they had lots of ladies working (most in the 7-8 range), only problem, the place was packed, there was not a seat to found, I ended up standing in the back near the bar/DJ booth, a couple of ladies stopped by and told me how they could find us room to sit in the VIP section, LOL a newbie I'm not, I need to sample the goods before I pay those prices. As I'm standing there I glanced over to the bar and I see a dancer looking at me, damn I know her, she smiled and waved me over, it was Ms A, one of my AZ faves, apparently she was fired from her club in AZ (maybe I can now contribute to the Drama thread) and decided to move back to Vegas (where she had worked previously). I had no idea she had been fired, I had just seen her a couple of weeks ago, she's a hot piece of ass, we chatted for about 20-30 minutes and then decided to look for a spot to sit, still nothing available, not a seat anywhere, she casually brought up the VIP room but then added, "I like you, it really is a rip off back there, I'm not going to drag you back there", I appreciated her honesty. Finally we gave up and she told me she needed to work the room but if I found a spot to chase her down. I will miss seeing her in AZ, she's a cool girl. I didn't want to stick around thought, I had had enough of the Spearmint Rhino at this point and decided to try someplace else, preferably someplace I could find a seat.
So I drove up the road to my favorite SC in Vegas, The Crazy Horse Too, I was planning to go there the next night with my cousin but what the hell, worst case I go there twice on this visit, LOL that would suck, NOT. Payed another $20 cover, this place was packed also, but I have NEVER had a problem finding a seat here to get a LD when the time arose. Seeing as the tables were full I pulled up to one of the bars, ordered a beer ($7 for a beer :moon:), and scanned the room. Lots of ladies working here also, again just like the Rhino, most in the 7-8 range, with a couple of exceptions, one of them being Ms VATF (Vegas ATF), thank you God, she was working, she is a definite 10, no sign of her sister though >:(, I also noticed Ms S working the room, she's another of my Vegas faves and a solid 9 in my book. So things looked much more promising here. I noticed Ms VATF making her way in my direction, when she spotted me she gave a nice smile (which melted me) and then gave me a nice hug, damn she looked good, I've described her before but just to refresh, she's asian (Viet-Namese), about 5-7, long dark hair, trim and toned, not an ounce of fat on this girl (yet not overly muscular either), she's got perhaps the nicest ass I have ever seen :drool:, she was wearing a little white top that barely covered her perfectly done BA and a tight little white skirt and thong which she worked quite nicely during the LD's. We chatted for a bit, she said her sister had taken a Vegas sabbitical but may come back at some point, that was dissappointing because she is equally as HOT (she does apparently work off and on at Bare Elegance in LA though, perhaps CP has her in his LA dancer database). On to the LD's, very nice, she moved very slowly, very senously, lots of contact, she knows how to work me, I was in heaven :lovestruck: After she was done dancing for me she told me she wanted to buy me a drink, I laughed and told her I would buy, but she insisted and bought me a beer, how often does something like that happen? It's little things like this that have endeared me to her. Yeah, yeah, I know I had just dropped about $200 on her and she was using that money to buy the beer, but still not many dancers would do that, to me it showed a genuine appreciation of my business. On a previous visit she gave me a couple of CH2 t-shirts just for the hell of it, not that I wear them, but still another nice gesture. This girl is good.
After she left, Ms. S stopped by, she seemed happy to see me also, it's nice being recognized in Vegas, it takes a lot of the guesswork out of things. Ms. S as mentioned above is a solid 9 in my book, probably about 5'9", dark curly hair, very toned yet curvy body, nice tan, nice BA, she also gave some fantastic LD's, LOTS of contact.
As I was about to leave I noticed Ms VATF nearby and decided to say goodbye, LOL 5 LD's later I was out the door. So the bar had been set pretty high for the rest of my visit, damn I love Vegas ;D.
Lurker_001
06-14-2004, 11:43 AM
Short report this time.
Went to the club,had fun and got to spend most of the budget on miss C this time :yay: :heartbeat:
Slow night not alot of girls in...Finally got to VIP with miss H.Asked her to dance between my legs and she says "I'm not a good dancer"...lol.She then says "You've never had a lap dance before?" and proceeds to do a very nice set.
Made an impropromptu visit to the south of town club. My primary motivation was to see DJ but I was open to check out a couple of new dancers that I heard were starting tonight.
Hit the club just short of 5PM. I was done with work and was looking forward to a few brewskis and some T&A on stage. I rolled in and ordered a bud lite from the barmaid. Before it was delivered DJ spotted me and came right over ;D She continues to impress me and has major potential for the Outside the Club thread LOL
She recently purchased a wireless mic system so that she can direct the events remotely. Thats is cool as hell ;D It was fun watching her call the dancers to the stage sitting right next to me LOL
To be honest I wasnt all that impressed with the dancers except for one. I'll call her Miss E. Shes a hot brunette with a tight body and large natural boobies. My sixth sense tells me she would give a pretty awesome dance. I so wanted to take her to the VIP room. Perhaps I should have but Im pretty focused on DJ. I get the feeling we are at the fork in the road so I need to stay on task LOL
I spent the afternoon tipping the dancers on stage generously but mostly focusing my attention on DJ. She would leave for a minute but then come back to hang out with me. I almost started the money conversation but decided to hold back for the moment. Were having lunch again this Thursday. Im fumbling around a bit...I really think shes waiting for me to get to the point that will establish the ground rules. I cant believe Im struggling. Mr_P help! LOL
FBR
Moneywise
06-15-2004, 02:48 AM
It’s 1am and I have just arrived at the club. Earlier in the evening I had called and left a message on her cell phone to let her know I was thinking about stopping by. I asked her to call me if she was going to be working. She called an hour later and confirmed over voicemail.
It has been raining big cats & hairy dogs for the past two day. The club is sparsely filled with the typical blend of regulars I recognize and the usual non money spending crowd. The bar is busy tonight. There isn’t a seat available. My fave is seated on the far side of the bar chatting casually with my favorite manager and a customer. I grab a drink and walk over. I’m immediately acknowledged by the manager. I give her a hug and greet her nicely then walk away. A seat opens up at the bar. I grab it and begin chatting with a couple of dancers standing nearby. One loves the way I smell and the other is actually fave #2 who recently curtailed her dancing because she’s “getting tired of this fucking place”. She has always been pleasant with me. We make small talk while I sip on my favorite vodka. ;D
A song comes on that gets my blood flowing. This prompted me to get up and tell her to “follow me”. We talked for a song and then I received two very sensual “I missed your twenties” dances. My hands would occasionally wander to places they should not go. Not even a flinch. Man. This chick is hot and could easily step in as fave #1. She knows it too, After the second song ends we talk and joke about a few things. I guess you could call it “catching up”. $45 spent.
I then made my way back to the bar for my second drink. Now, I guess during this time my fave was working up some steam because as soon as I sat back down at the bar she approached. At first it was all good. We exchanged pleasantries and coddled. Remember, the last time I was in the club I recouped 60 of the 190 owed me and didn’t buy her one drink. Well, guess what. She was still smarting from that...lol
I actually extended the offer tonight and asked if she would like a drink. She replied with “oh now you’re buying me drinks?” At that point in time I should have finished my drink and left. However, you know MW couldn’t do thatttt. Noooooo. Of course not. ::)
She immediately goes into how she hasn’t made much money tonight. Now, I guess I could have shown a little more interest in that line of thought. The old MW would have. Instead my face looked exactly like this ( ::) ). I believe this stirred emotion which had already been on hold since my last visit. The ensuing conversation was one for the ages.
MW: Wanna go in the back?
In the back where?
MW: The only back that doesn’t require $100 entry.
Oh. Well I guess you want me to pay back some of that 130 tonight.
MW: Actually I wasn’t even thinking along those lines.
Well, I can’t believe you wouldn’t buy me a drink the other night. When we left the VIP you even told me you would get me the $60 after I went on stage for that party. I come back to the bar and you’re like “let’s make that part of your payback”. Then I ordered a drink and you just sat there. You wouldn’t even pay for my drink. What’s wrong with you? You were so rude that night. That’s just not like you. ::)
(Meanwhile I am trying to fit a word in edgewise with no success) :o
So if you’re going to get more of that money back tonight let me know so I can do nothing but dances in a row. You let me dance, talk, dance, talk and then sprung that payback stuff on me last time. That was so wrong.
MW: Well, you could have always said not tonight. Instead you said it was cool and pressed on. Speak your mind. I thought there was a little more going on between us than that.
There is. You just don’t understand. I haven’t made any money this week. I have to (this area is filled with endless baggage references apparently meant to make me feel benevolent). ::)
MW: Just stay optimistic. It’ll all work itself out.
Fuck being optimistic. (more complaining) You have a job you love, you make lots of money, and your bills get paid on time. You don't have anything to worry about.
(wow. She's pouring it on tonight.)
MW: Well, in retrospect, when I think about it I probably should have been more up front about payback that night. (I then apologized hoping that would chill her out). From this point on I will be up front when I am looking to recoup any of that remaining money you owe me.
I hope so because I can’t pay any of it back tonight. (She kept saying this over and over which became very stale).
(We’ve now somehow made our way to the open LD area).
MW: I thought there was a little bit more going on here. I guess I was wrong.
No man. You weren’t. I just need some serious money. I haven’t been making shit lately.
MW: I find it hard to believe a woman with you charm has been incapable of making money. :D
Well, believe it. Tonight I don’t even have enough to tipout. (oh.. she tried to get me to straight give her $12 at the bar to help with tipout. I promptly said no and changed the subject..lol)
You know I called you back tonight.
MW: Yeah. I saw the call.
(I then proceeded to show her the call in my last ten received calls. Those last ten also had the names of two ladies I acquaint myself with on occasion in RL. I purposely showed her that list so she could see those names. (I’m so bad.)) ;D
MW: So are we cool or do you plan on holding a grudge because I wasn’t in the mood to buy you drinks the other night.
Oh but you were in the mood to get lap dances.
MW: That’s nothing unusual.
(apparently she didn’t like my sarcasm)
I almost got up and walked away but decided to get some dances because I wanted them.
She wanted another drink which I nicely paid for. I gave the waitress $20 was due $15 change. I asked for 12 back. My fave says “no, get your $15 back”. I’m thinking to myself (wtf is your problem? It’s my money and I have always tipped the waitresses well.) So I got $12 back which appeared to stir her little pot of anger.
During both dances we’re still exchanging words. (some pleasant some not) After the two dances I gave her $45 and sat for a moment. She had to hit the RR and asked me to watch the drink I purchased for her. No biggie. When she returned there was nothing but more complaining. LOL
At one point in time I notice something which surprised me and said “whoa! I’m not even going to say anything”. This set her off like a rocket. Whoa? Whoa? WTF?
What did I notice? Her ex bf that she had said she was through with had walked in and made his way back to the LD area. :o
Another dancers had just finished a LD next to us and she tore into her over $20 that dancer owes her. Oh. She’s desperate. She has regulars but not many and definitely none that spend like me (scuse me that’s spent past tense). That 1 G per month vacuum is now starting to wear on her. She has worked doubles three nights in a row over the past week. I believe seeing the new me that’s no longer a pushover, spends his money when he wants to, has no desire to hit the VIP, and generally makes sure any green that leaves my pockets is giving a good ROI, isn’t working so well for her. It probably doesn’t help that I chat up fave #2 immediately and get two laps from her right off the bat.
So another dancer approaches and asks her if she had twenty one dollar bills for a twenty. She said no with an attitude. I happened to have a roll of ones in my pocket so I nicely counted out twenty ones for her and exchanged that for her twenty dollar bill.
My fave had gotten up and walked away so I assumed we were done. I get up and hit the RR before hitting the road. As soon as I exit the RR I see her at the door with her ex bf. She appears to be giving him the third degree. 8) Oh. She is in rare form tonight. She was probably bitching him out for messing up her money flow.. LOL (she had talked about him like a dog before back when we were having “normal” conversation while I was spending frivolously”).
I wouldn’t have been able to walk out b/c she approached me faster than a fly approaches shit.
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GOT UP AND JUST LEFT. YOU HAVE BEEN ACTING SO STRANGE LATELY. BLAH BLAH BLAH. Whoa? Whoa? So you saw my ex bf walk in? So what? More Blah Blah Blah. ::) ::) ::)
It all became a blur b/c I was not there for the drama. It’s not that serious to me. I guess my indifference to her little tantrum made her even more pissed off. So she said whatever and stormed off into the dressing room. I then proceeded to give one last holler at the manager who said “leavening so soon?” to which I replied “yeah, too much drama in here for me tonight”. He replied “oh that’s every night man”. We both quickly exchanged optimism that the Lakers would win three in a row and I left.
She’s feeling the money crunch and I don’t feel one bit of pity for her. The real person comes out when the cards are on the table. If you’re not making money trying showing that brilliant smile more often. Don’t piss on the pot that treats your ass like royalty.
Total spent between her and fave #2: $90 dances/ $20 drinks.
I’ll chalk this night up as yet another life experience. It builds character. ;D
MW
Happy_Camper
06-15-2004, 06:58 AM
MW, If you really want to piss her off. When she sits and starts complaining about how much she needs to make, tell her "Then you better get working instead of sitting here talking to me". I got a great reaction from that one once and this girl actually did come back to me later.
SportsWriter2
06-15-2004, 12:32 PM
Interesting social dynamics here, MW. For months you made her feel special, raised her status in the club, and listened to her problems. In return, she OPENED UP to you - with a hint of cookie and a lot of baggage - but she wants you to believe it meant a lot to her.
Now you're making it harder, lowering her status in the club, and (in her mind) dumping her. She's reacting with bad behavior. The best you can do is sit down and negotiate what you want and what you'll give to get it. She's not a good negotiator, and this is something like negotiating wage cuts in a factory. You overbid the first time.
Knowing how well you scored in the real world REALLY hurt. Dancers can't handle that. They yell, "I don't compete" and start to cry, sometimes before they can run back to the dressing room. She probably thinks you just like fucking girls over.
Go to the club on nights she doesn't work, and go for the cookie with #2 if that's what you want (I bet it's what she wants). Nothing wrong with being the best O in a dancer's life. :P
FBR, I'd focus on negotiating what she likes, then suggest $100/hr for her time. For me that defines a fun friend, as opposed to lover (free and expensive) or ho (more money, not enough connection).
Moneywise
06-15-2004, 03:28 PM
Go get it FBR! I'm rooting for ya bud! :)
Moneywise
06-15-2004, 03:31 PM
Last night was quite the experience. I didn't know whether to be embarassed or laugh my ass off at how she was acting. I don't enjoy screwing anyone over. I'm the nicest guy you will ever meet. However, I have gotten a little smarter and hip to the "game". If she doesn't like it that's her problem. I won't totally write her off though. We'll talk again. I'm sure of it. Regardless, I lost lots of respect for her last night. Thank god for adversity. :)
Richard_Head
06-15-2004, 08:29 PM
VEGAS Part II, Friday June 11
Friday I checked out of the Stratosphere and headed over to the MGM Grand where my cousin and I had booked a room. My cousin is mid 40's, divorced, the father of two young girls who he has sole custody of, he doesn't get out much, the last time he was in AZ I took him to a SC and he hasn't stopped talking about it since, somewhere along the line Las Vegas SC's came up and walla here we are in LV.
Since I had visited CH2 the night before we decided to make a visit to OG. We got there about 9:30pm, unlike at CH2 I didn't recognize any of the dancers here, none of my OG faves seem to have stuck around, that's a shame because I've gotten plenty of outstanding LD's here in the past and would love to have seen some of those girls again. We decided to start out the night stage side, they had two stages open at this point, each girl doing a 3 song set, the first 2 girls where very forgettable, but the 3rd was HOT, a true knockout, she was about 5'7', long straight bleached blonde hair, tanned skin, and a nicely toned firm very well proportioned bod, she was wearing a little red bikini, I couldn't find a flaw on her, she gave some nice contact at the stage and was someone I would definitely be looking for later on. We hung out at the stage for a few more girls then decided to grab a table before they all filled up. Lots of hard sell at this club, I'm really picky though and was quite frankly a bit disappointed in the quality of most of the girls, I'd say most were in the 6-7 range, not quite like the OG of old in that regards. My cousin had no trouble though, he got several dances as I waited for the right girl to come by.
Finally I saw the hot blonde who was up on the stage earlier, I waved her over, not surprisingly she's from California (picture your stereotypical hot California girl, that's her). She took me over to a more private area, one of the booths against one of the back walls, they're horseshoe shaped, she moved the round table in the middle off to the side, then proceeded to give me some very high mileage dances, it was amazing the kind of leverage she could get propping one foot on the other side of the booth. Nice start to the evening. As I headed back I chuckled as I saw my cousin getting another LD, LOL I think he is now officially corrupted.
I fought off several other girls at this point, no one else was doing much for me when finally I saw another hottie wandering by, she was about 5'6", short straight brunette hair, killer eyes, great body, I grabbed her arm as she was walking past and she immediately sat down, she was from some European country (Bulgaria I think), I loved her accent, we chatted a bit, then she started dancing for me, I got a couple of great dances when she was called to stage, I couldn't believe the timing, they have probably 100+ girls working and she was called to stage, oh well, I tipped her and asked her to check back in on me later, she apparently got distracted because I didn't see her again.
The place was packed at this point, with both customers and dancers, lots of women were wandering around too as they have men dancing upstairs, most seemed to really enjoy watching the women, it was fun watching them look on. At this point I spotted a hot little asian dancing at the next table, I made some sly eye contact with her, enough to get her attention and to ensure a stop at our table when she was done with the PL she was dancing for, sure enough she was over in no time, she was about 5'4", thin, natural B cups, nice little ass, she was wearing a school girl skirt and bra with a black thong underneath, her english wasn't real great but good enough for some light conversation, she told me she had just started at this club, she had previously worked at Cheetah's in San Diego and Spearmint Rhino in LA, I immediately perked up upon hearing that (LOL, I was recalling some of Chili's & Yoda's dealings with the LA Rhino girls). I'll call her Ms C. OMG, the LD's she gave were some of the best I've ever gotten, and I've gotten alot, she was all over me, stick shifting, kitty flashing, my hands were everywhere and she was encouraging every bit of it, I literally emptied my wallet on this girl, funny thing is we were in a fairly high traffic area too, this is the type of girl I would be willing to spend some more private VIP time with, unfortunately I was out of money and my cousin appeared ready to head out, she asked how often I was in town and when I told her 3-5 times a year she immediatly asked for my email address, she wanted to know when I would be in town next, of course I complied, I would love to see her again. Things got a little strange at this point, as she was putting her cloths back on, another hot asian girl (who I had gotten some HOT dances from on a previous trip) came over and sat on my lap, she grabbed the johnson and started speaking to the Ms C in some language I did not understand, they seemed to be arguing a bit, then Ms C gave this other girl all of the money she had earned that night (which was considerable thanks to me), after that girl walked away Ms C told me she "owed the bitch some money", it was just bizarre, who knows what was really going on.
We headed out at that point, back to the blackjack tables, another fun night in Vegas. My Saturday night in Vegas was spent taking in some of the other things Vegas has to offer.
Moneywise
06-15-2004, 10:31 PM
Things got a little strange at this point, as she was putting her cloths back on, another hot asian girl (who I had gotten some HOT dances from on a previous trip) came over and sat on my lap, she grabbed the johnson and started speaking to the Ms C in some language I did not understand, they seemed to be arguing a bit, then Ms C gave this other girl all of the money she had earned that night (which was considerable thanks to me), after that girl walked away Ms C told me she "owed the bitch some money", it was just bizarre, who knows what was really going on.
In essence this is exactly what happened to me last night. She called that other dancer over and went off on her. The only difference is I completely understood the language. I felt kinda bad for the other Dancer and almost wish I didn't understand the language. Hell, it was over twenty stinking dollars. Nice TR. :D
FBR, I'd focus on negotiating what she likes, then suggest $100/hr for her time. For me that defines a fun friend, as opposed to lover (free and expensive) or ho (more money, not enough connection).
SW, actually we've been talking about a new hands free mic system for her DJ job as well as a Rhino Liner for her truck. As strange as it sounds, thats more comfortable to me than the lover (free and expensive) option.
FBR
SportsWriter2
06-16-2004, 04:40 PM
FBR, you're a genius! Why didn't I think of that? Although I have been known to say, "How badly do you want the Jack Rabbit to keep?" ;)
Moneywise
06-17-2004, 02:23 AM
OH SHIT! OH SHIT!
I went to a new club tonight! ;D
If you would have told me I would have met a little hottie that just pressed my buttons I would have said no fucking way.
A little background…
The club I have been exclusively going to for the past nine months is about a good thirty minute drive away in another town for good reason. I like to keep work/RL separate from the clubby club.
Tonight I decided to try out this new club right up the freaking street (10 minutes away). It has been open for about 9 months but I never even thought about going there. It’s open 1 hour later than my regular club. That’s two pluses right there. So I roll in at around 2am. The place closes at 4am. The club is practically empty with a few wallflowers spread here & there. I was prepared to hear variety instead of my typical bangin hip hop and was going to give it a chance before judging.
When I walked in they were playing Ludacris “Pussy Poppin”. :great: Oh hell yeah. I may have been the fifth one in there but I was excited about the new surroundings. While I was paying my cover some guy was like dude what’s upppppppppppp? I’m thinking where does this guy know me from. He goes on to say he knows me from somewhere. We shook hands while they counted my change and I introduced myself. “Man! I know you from somewhere!” he said. As it turns out this guy was the ultra-regular in the club. He had a girl on each arm while I was there.
I’m chilled at the bar scoping the scene when a beautiful blonde with long straight blonde hair commences on the main stage. She’s hottt! She has very small tits and a smile that would just melt you. I fed her about five ones while she backed it up to me at the stage with the pussy brushing my lips on more than one occasion. After her first song she thanked me and I moseyed back to the bar. There’s vodka that needs attention! While at the bar a tall sandy brown haired white girl comes walking by. She walks right into my lap and is like “I know you all buff & everything but you don’t have to look like you’re going to kill someone. Look around. There’s no one to kill in here.”
:laughing: I thought that was a cute icebreaker and rewarded her when she hit the stage. I think I spent about 8 or so at the stage. After her first song I told her to holler at me when she was done. She obliged.
Afterwards she stops by and we have a nice little conversation. I let her in on my little secret about how I was a regular at “insert regular club name here”. She says “I knew you looked familiar!” I’ve been in “club” quite a few times. I can’t dance there though because I live over there. I can’t have all the people I know finding out I dance.”
The conversation is going VERY well. When a song comes on that I like I suggest a private dance. She takes my hand and leads me back to this makeshift private room. I must say, although it leaves lots to be desired in terms of comfort, it is rather private.
Either it was a really slow night or she was really into me. Of course I did tell her I was spending an average of a G per month at “club”. Maybe that had something to do with it. Anyways… She’s SW2’s kind of girl. She’s 21, in college at a local university, and has no obvious baggage. WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO :monkeedance:
The conversation got very good in the private room as she burned a song waiting for a good song to dance to.
She began to dance for me. For a first dance this was a premium LD. There was lots of mutual touching and the forceful attempts at jamming a nipple into my mouth which I didn’t let happen (at least for now). She has very soft skin and a wonderful innocence about her. The ass is as soft as Charmin. This dance actually rivaled the dance I worked to get from my regular at the regular club. Ding dong. The light is on. There are more progressive dancers out there, who don’t necessarily have the perennial baggage, that turn me on. ;D
Afterwards we exchanged pleasantries and I made my way back to the bar. It was 3:30 and I was not going to be shutting the place down so I left a few minutes later. As I was walking out I reached out and softly brushed her ass while she talked with a bouncer. I didn’t look back as I walked out the door. Oh what fun it is!!!
Although I tried a new club tonight I will be revisiting the drama at old club. However, I had so much fun in that hour or so just being new again. To those of you that said “try a new club” I say thanks for the suggestion. ;)
MW