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FBR
09-06-2004, 09:11 AM
We discussed our plans for Monday. We are going. Where? I have no idea. She still has to call me today to make up her mind. I just hope it don't cost me a buttload of money.

Dent $75 ($40 on Dances with Miss A)


Brit I hope it works out for ya ;D Outside the Club can get complicated (and expensive) depending on where you guys take it. Just a friendly good time or Pay Per View ??? Only The Shadow Knows ~ eirie music playing

Im a little concerned that its hinging on her calling you. Do you think shes reliable? I know these reports are full of promised calls by strippers that never materialize. If she does call thats a positive sign.

Be sure to let us know what happens. Sounds like a Holy Grail post may be brewing :P

FBR

Richard_Head
09-06-2004, 07:52 PM
This TR is a little late but I'll post it anyways, it's from Thursday of last week. I took off Friday from work so that I could have a four day weekend, that meant that on Thursday night I could stay out late and have some fun, well I could stay out late any night I just choose not to as I work early AM hours.

Anyways, I got to the club about 9PM, found plenty of available seating, grabbed a spot, had a drink brought to me in no time from my new favorite waitress (she's HOT :hot:!), and settled in. It was dead :(. I finally saw a couple faves appear out of nowhere, tipped them up at the stage, then watched them disappear back to nowhere (apparently they were being fuckoe'd in the VIP). At this point, much like PunkMonkey on his visit, the girls who were there were steering clear (LOL I've trained some of them very well to stay away though). I had money to spend, I was willing to spend it, I just needed someone to spend it on. Finally one dancer I've known for awhile stopped by (I'll call her Ms D), we chatted a bit, LOL she knew exactly what girls I was looking for without me even mentioning it (interesting how they know these things isn't it), she confirmed that many of the girls decided to also get an early start to the holiday weekend figuring that it would be slow this weekend (some of have actually been off for weeks due to the slow summer business). I got several dances from her then tried out a couple new girls, one hot brunette got put on the maybe list for future business, one tall russian got on the never again list with her lame ass dances. I was hoping the faves from earlier would break away from their fuckee's but never saw them again and at that point decided to head out.

It wasn't my best SC visit, but hey can it really be bad when there are topless women prancing around :boobies:? I don't think so ;D.

PunkMonkey
09-07-2004, 08:58 AM
At this point, much like PunkMonkey on his visit, the girls who were there were steering clear (LOL I've trained some of them very well to stay away though). I had money to spend, I was willing to spend it, I just needed someone to spend it on.

There is nothing more sad than being in a SC, and having money no one seems to want. :-[

britfreak2
09-07-2004, 07:47 PM
I really wish I had an outside of the club report but we didn't make our rendez-vous. It started a bit frustrating. I got tired of waiting for her to call so me and my buddy just went out. I had a feeling that as soon as we sat down and order she'll call. Of course, I was right she calls just before our food comes out. I'm actually surprised that she called. But, she cancelled on me and gave me a lame excuse that she was working late the night before and blah blah blah. It was about 3 pm it's a little late for lunch anyway. But, she told me that she will be going into work. So, I tell her I'll be into see her. So, thinking that she would be in early because she didn't have school. So, we get there around 5. No problem I haven't been in for the dayshift for a really long time. I recognize a few people working. Miss NB(Miss No boobs. Well, she has no boobs. She's pretty cool, but loss points for telling me that she bought pot from another costomer a month ago) was working. I just mainly hung out with my buddy till Miss A came in. We drank a lot. Before, Miss A finally showed up around 9. Me and my buddy split 5 pitchers of Bud Light. I had a rum and Coke, and a shot of Bacardi that Miss NB owed me. So, I'm drunk off my ass when Miss A gets there. That's a bad thing.

She walks up to me. Gave me a hug and asked how I was doing. I told her straight up that I was very disappointed and really F'ed up. She never has seen me really F'ed up before. She told me it was cool she didn't mind that I was trashed. She asks why I was disappointed. I told her nevermind forget about it. But, she knew damn well why. I didn't want to talk about it then because I could of said something that I might regret. I just smiled and dropped the subject for now. We'll talk about it when I'm sober. Then, it got quiet really quickly. She seem quite distant last night. Then, I tell her that if I order one more drink or start becoming the asshole that she could slap me in the face. Ok. That didn't work well. 20 minutes later Miss NB comes over and wants to do shot.(That's a really bad combination right there. Miss NB and Miss A with shots and drinks. It would be worse if Miss K was there, but thank god) I wasn't having any more. But, somehow they talk me into buying them. (Damn Jager Blasters) So, I go in plan on ordering 3 but come up ordering 4. The bartender wanted to do one. She's one of my old faves. I haven't seen her in awhile.) As she was done pouring them I hand her my cash then bam. The waitress that's been serving us all night desides to drink one of them. I was like WTF are you doing? She just ignored me but Miss C(the bartender) gave me one on the house. So, back to stage where Miss A was just about done with her stage set. All 4 of us down our shots. Then, everybody seem to start to disapear. Miss NB just walks off. It took Miss A forever to come back around. When, she did we just engaged in small talk. I must of said something or didn't say something. She walks off. I was like wow she's never done that before. After I got my dances she tells me to go home before I cause trouble. From what I can tell she was getting really annoyed with me so I just left.

I think I maybe did something to annoy her or something. Or she really was turned off by my drunk ass. But, I proved a theory I have. If she is working I'm nervous all hell when I walk in and don't drink that much. When, she isn't I'm calm and confident but get so trashed. I really feel like I messed something up between us. I'm not sure but I definitly felt like something was wrong. I don't know. I think it something we have to talk about when I see her again. To avoid something I might regret I said my goodbyes to her. She tells me to be careful and we need to talk when I'm not drunk off my ass. Oh, no.

Richard_Head
09-07-2004, 10:06 PM
britfreak, you should re-read some of MW's TR's.

Katrine
09-08-2004, 03:40 AM
JZ is a smart man...........

FBR
09-08-2004, 04:06 PM
Brit I was concerned it would turn out that way. Im not that surprised and youre probably not either.

FBR

britfreak2
09-08-2004, 04:31 PM
No, I wasn't surprised. Quite frankly I was surprised she even called. Oh well. We'll see what happens next I guess.

SportsWriter2
09-08-2004, 06:31 PM
I just realized there's no place to report on OTC plans that went south. So here's my past week for Britfreak:

A pretty freak calls saying we have to hang out cuz she's going to FL for several months. She suggests Monday, so I call in the morning and she can't make it. But could I PLEASE find time for her Tue, cuz she leaves on Wed. Okay, I call back Tue and her mom answers with "She'll call you right back." Never heard from her.

A cute huggy (I have categories) asked to go to the beach, so we picked an afternoon. Two days before the date, she tells me the beach is closed because of strong rip currents. We agree to go if it reopens, and we agree on who's bringing what. It reopened, so I called the night before and that morning. I have yet to hear from her.

A dancer once told me taking Xanax made her feel like a "dirty drug addict no one can depend on." She was actually taking something else. The drug impulse beats any commitment a dancer makes.

Not to worry, the really good one came through. ;)

FBR
09-08-2004, 06:46 PM
SW LOL

We could start a thread entitled "Outside the Club...NOT" but that might be an overkill ;)

Im glad Brit took the dis from his stripper gal non-chalantly and didnt suffer an ego shattering. A lot of guys would have. Ive been there and done that too many times myself. We should refer him to Fish's thread "How many chances..." It was excellent. Maybe somebody with more energy than I have will dig it up and make a post so it will be at the top of the list.

Brit, sounds like that gal need some KTTC. She fucking with you and is overdue for a reality check.

FBR

britfreak2
09-08-2004, 08:36 PM
Please enlighten me. What is KTTC?

Richard_Head
09-08-2004, 10:40 PM
Please enlighten me. What is KTTC?


KTTC = Kicked to the Curb

britfreak2
09-09-2004, 06:47 PM
Now, I wouldn't go that far just yet. She really has to screw up for me to cut them off. It partically my fault too. So, I don't blame her fully. We'll see what happens when I see her again. Which might not be until next week. As I remember right she's going to Cabo either this weekend or next. I don't remember.

Moneywise
09-11-2004, 02:22 AM
It's midnight and I am primed for yet another excursion into the addictive diversion that is SCing. As I arrive I notice my ol fave Ms. L is in the house and her girl Ms. S is as well. Right then I knew it was going to be a good night. They're both at the opposite end of the bar chatting w/ some local riff raff. I had top pee so I made a B line for the RR. Ms. L sees me and immediately turns to me as I am walking by. I said "whasup". I guess she didn't hear me b/c the first thing out of her mouth was "I haven't see you in forever and you aren't even going to say hi". ::) I hug her and tell her I must piss like right now and will be back.

As I exit the RR Ms. L gives chase..lol I don't get three steps and she is right there rubbing my back and flashing that smile that caused me to blow major wads of dough over the past year.

"You just love to try me! I'm going to get you tonight".

MW: huh? ??? Would you like something to drink?

"Sure".

MW: What do you want?

"You know what I like. Has it been that long"?

MW: Well, you can be so moody. Sometimes you like this and other times it's that (naming drinks).

"I thought we made up".

MW: huh? ???

"Oh. You're talking about the drinks. I thought you were talking about us (she gives me the softest hug while she backpedals).

Up walks Ms. S. They're tight (very buddy buddy). After purchasing a drink for Ms.S (who I really wanted to spend time with) ;D the three of us hangout at the bar and I am thrust into their world. I sip and listen as they chat about everything from clubs in other towns, to the reasons why they dance, to how long it will be before they're done, to the endless soap opera that goes on in there every night. They're both very comfy around me which places me smack dab in the middle of their personal gossip.

I notice they're talking about some dancer that no one likes that made $1,000 off of a customer. My ears perk up as you all know I am worknig the Holy Grail angle. As much as I believe Ms. L is ripe for the taking I know too much about her and can't bring myself to become involved in her tangled web of Samsonite.

Now Ms. S OTH... I believe there's something there to work on. Ms. L is 25 and has been dancing for 5+ yrs. Ms S is 22 and has been dancing for 2+ yrs. While we're chatting the manager (hot full figured beauty with lots and lots of money poured into her body (lips, face, butt, tit..you name it) She keeps looking in my direction. I purposely make eye contact with her and smile. She returns my smile and I continue chatting with both Ms. L & Ms. S. I pretty much fuckoed the both of them for about thirty minutes. Hell, we were having good conversation. Ms. S tosses her leg in my lap and I begin to caress her inner thigh. This draws the ire of Ms. L who notices my obvious advances..lol

I ask Ms. S if she's ready for a LD while Ms. L's attention is diverted elsewhere. She quickly smiles and nods. I then tell her I am going to make sure Ms. L is cool w/ it. You know.... trying to be the peacekeeper that I am. ;D

Ms. L was like "hell yeah I mind" then quickly said she was joking. Ms. S tells her she won't go and they get into some quick little exchange which, to me, appeared to be some serious making sure no one would be pissed off by Ms. S. ;D

Ms. L: I was just joking. Go ahead. I need to roam around anyways (obviously perturbed but trying extremely hard to not show it).

Ms. S: Are you sure?

Ms L: Yeah. I'm sure. Turning to me: I get some of whatever she makes anyways. You could have us both if you wanted.

MW: I don't want the both of you. 8)

My phone buzzes and begins to ring. I check the call id. It's a good lady friend of mine that I have occasionally slept with. It's purely sexual. I know what she's calling for but don't answer.

Ms L: Oh! Is that one of your giiiiiiiiiirrrrllllfriendsss calling???

I just smile and don't respond.

Off she goes. Ms. S and I head off to the LD area.

Ms S: She doesn't get any part of what I make. She was obviously trying to get to you.

MW: It's all good. I spend where I want to spend. (Said with a big Cheshire catlike grin)

She begins to tell me about the BF that screwed around on her. She found pictures of him w/ another girl. I immediately work the empathetic angle. This girl is a thing of beauty with the warmest personality I have ever come across in a SC. She's real. We catch up on a few happenings in her life since we last saw each other.

The first LD begins. She loves to gently run her knee up my crotch. Damn. That shit feels sooooo goood. :D She notices my obvious bulge and smiles while grabbing ahold of it. This LD has already started with a much more progressive stance than any other 1st dances with her. She knows me. She knows I get a little freaky. Her body language tells me she wants to play. She has the hottest medium sized natural breasts. The areolas around her nipples are gigantic. Large areolas are a huge turn on for me.

She offers each nipple to me twice during the first song. I made the most of my opportunities and perked those nipples up. After the first dance I asked her how much she wanted for VIP.

Ms S: $100 and I will give you two for one dances.

MW: $100 and all dances are free.

Ms S: Well, is sure do need the money.

MW: Let's do this.

Ms S: ok. Do you mind if I go freshen up first?

(This was her attempt to go smooth things over with Ms L b/c Ms. L was expecting me to give her some attention too..lol Now I am taking her girl to the VIP)

MW: Not at all. Come find me.

I head back to the bar and watch as she and Ms. L conversed at the other end of the bar. My ears were burning. ;D ;D ;D

While I am sitting there a couple of other dances come up to say hi and give hugs. There are lots of hugs to go around.

Ms. S approaches, takes my hand, and off we go. The VIP visit began with a rather seductive LD with lots of mutual touching and the occasional tongue to tongue connection. This girl really turns me on. While her back is to me she rubs her pussy against my crotch while reaching inside of my shorts and grabbing a handful of pole. geez. That takes talent. She arches her back and put her butt in my face. I lean forward and give it a little kiss. She then turns around and straddles me CG. I reach around and cup both butt cheeks while softly taking each nipple into my mouth and working them to perkiness. After the first song ends she sits and we chat for a bit. I order her another drink which comes w/ a cherry on top.

MsS S: Do you like cherries?

MW: ;D :o ;D Is that a trick question? Of course I like cherries. I'm very selective though. I'll eat a cherry like there's no tomorrow.

MS S: (flushed and grinning) are you good?

MW: Most definitely. ;D

Ms S: You're making me blush. I never blush. (probably good SS but I was enjoying it. She actually was blushing)

She then proceeds to give me a three song LD that finds my hands massaging the rim of her g string and more than one occasion of her bent over facing away with her G pulled down to her things exposing both beautiful orifices. I softly stroked her pussy lips every time she did that. While bent over she looked at me between her legs. I motioned with my toungue as though I was dining the y. The action that followed has me still in a daze.

She turned around, placed each foot at my side on the couch, reached her hands out to mine, and allowed me to pull her to me. She then balanced herself on the chair and brought her pussy to my mouth. While my hands were cupping her ass underneath (also working to support her) I pulled a little G aside and tasted her. She has a pierced clit which I enjoyed flicking as long as she was to let me. I ran my tongue up the full length of her pussy. All I can say is YUM. She was really getting into it too but after a bit she pulled away and checked both directions to ensure our privacy was not breeched. She then hopped back on me CG and began to suck my neck..lol :o Her little tongue was all over me from the neck up with our lips meeting a few times.

Afterwards we hugged and I promised to come back and see her real soon. As I was leaving Ms. L was standing near the door. (crap) I walked by, nudged her, and waved goodbye. She gave me an attitude filled goodbye which I took for what it was worth and exited stage left.

I want to offer Ms S. a deal but am not sure when the time might be right to do so. I guess I will know when the time is right.

Dent: $40 drinks, $120 for the LD and VIP visit.

MW :-*

Katrine
09-11-2004, 03:03 AM
Good TR! 2-4-1's too! Not a bad deal...I hope Ms L was one jealous twat.... ;)

Moneywise
09-11-2004, 05:49 AM
Good TR! 2-4-1's too! Not a bad deal...I hope Ms L was one jealous twat.... ;)


Actually dances were free while in the VIP. I quickly bargained her down to that after she offered the 2 for 1 on top of the $100 entry. I paid the $100 entry only. I'm sure that also torqued Ms. L... lol ::)

I read your latest NATO. It sounds like you took good care of the bank last night. ;)

MW

britfreak2
09-11-2004, 11:55 AM
No Miss A again last night. But, I took advantage of that and hung out with some girls that I haven't talked to in a while. Miss J was working. Miss V is working, woohoo! The new girl Miss T was working. Miss NB was working plus some of the usual Friday night shift.

I go in grab a drink...blah blah blah. Miss NB was up on stage. When, she got off she came stopped by. I asked her how she was doing. First thing out of her mouth.

"I'm really trashed. How about a shot later? You buy the first one and I'll buy the next one"

Me: I didn't give a straight answer. I give her, "We'll see." Then, she walks off.

I just hung out. Talked to one of Miss J's roomys. We've never talked but she's seen me around with her a few times. She's like. "Are you one of Miss J's friends?"

Me: Yeah, sort of, why?

I've seen you around with her, Are you ...?

Me: No, but we do busness every once in a while?

Oh, I see you around I just didn't regonize you with your glasses on.

Then, she walks off with another customer. Then, Miss S comes around after her set.

She says, "Have you talked to Miss A today?"

Me: "No I haven't talked to her since Monday"

"The shithead I could of sworn that she said she was coming in tonight"

Me: "I don't know. I remember her saying that she's going to Cabo one of these weekends. Plus, she's really bad at answering her phone and returning calls."

Then, she leaves. Yay! Miss J just walks in. Now the fun really begins. After her first set we go off into the LD area. We did our usual chit chat. Then, she gives me her usual awesome. It was so good that she needed to give me a little slap to wake me up from my daze.

She's like, "Wasn't that nice?"

All I could say is, "Yeah, that was very nice"

"I just had to break the silence somehow"

She gave me a little peck, a big hug, and I'll see you around.

I went to the backstage because I knew Miss NB was going to be on stage next. I get there sit down and her she comes stumbling and tripping over everything.

I ask her if she's ok.

She tells me, "Yeah, I just got on alcohol probation for a week and almost got fired in the process."

Me: "Are you sure your going to be alright because you don't look like it?"

"Yeah, I'm ok."

She got up on stage. Wow, I've never seen such bad performance. I was surprised that some of her regulars actually walked away. She only lasted one song and just walked off.

She said, "Now I know why I'm on probation. I'm going home."

I offered her a ride home, but her sister came to pick her up. That's not good at all that she's on probation, but I'm beginning to think that she has a drinking problem to begin with. Maybe this will be a good thing for her. I was more or less holding her up when she was standing. Hope for the best.

Next up Miss V. She's very cool. She's got that Naughty Nice thing going. She's dress up like a rock chick but a real true sweetheart. I had the pleasure of getting a couple of dances from her. She was telling me about the cruise that she was on and she told me the next time I go to Cabo and go into Cabo Wabo to look for her panties hanging on top of the bar. I got a good laugh at that. She give good but not the greatest but her looks make up for it though.

After that I took off. I'm kinda bummed that Miss A wasn't working because I feel like we have unfinish business to talk about. But, I'll have to wait till nest week. I'm out of play money until I get paid next week.

mr_punk
09-11-2004, 05:37 PM
She then balanced herself on the chair and brought her pussy to my mouth. While my hands were cupping her ass underneath (also working to support her) I pulled a little G aside and tasted her. She has a pierced clit which I enjoyed flicking as long as she was to let me. I ran my tongue up the full length of her pussy. All I can say is YUM.shit MW! you moved up from feeding and fingering to licking strippers pussies....in the club? oy vey! what's next? a BJ in the club? you're slipping futher and further into the abyss at mach speed, MW. you're getting closer and closer to the point of no return. BTW, keep up the good work. ;D :devil:

SportsWriter2
09-11-2004, 07:13 PM
This is a strange TR for MW. One of my faves is seeing a guy, but not for anything sexual (she says). Her dancer friend says don't believe her; the guy is a freak who goes down on her for hours.

My fave told me the guy had an unusual complication of herpes simplex type 1, and did I know anythjing about it? So I do some research on the complication and find this gem of an article. She read it and got REALLY upset, like the guy is already history. ;)

OVERVIEW

Genital herpes is a contagious infection caused by a virus known as herpes simplex virus (HSV). According to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, at least 45 million people in the U.S. have genital herpes, with as many as one million new cases reported annually. Though the infection can be serious for newborn babies and people who are chronically ill, rarely is it fatal. Genital herpes is more common in women than in men, infecting approximately one out of four women, versus one out of five men. While there is still no known cure, genital herpes does respond well to treatment.

There are two types of herpes simplex virus, herpes simplex virus type 1 (HSV-1), and herpes simplex virus type 2 (HSV-2). Both types are related to the family of viruses that cause chicken pox and shingles. Both HSV-1 and HSV-2 can cause genital herpes.

“Oral herpes" causes sores and blisters on the lips, gums and in the mouth — typically referred to as cold sores. Oral herpes is very common and can be spread by kissing or oral sex. It is usually caused by HSV-1.

"Genital herpes" causes sores in the genital area. The sores it causes often are painful, and sometimes itchy. Genital herpes also can cause serious health problems in infants who become infected by their mothers during delivery and in persons whose immune systems are weakened. Genital herpes is usually caused by HSV-2.

For reasons not entirely clear, many persons with genital herpes either have no visible symptoms or don't recognize the symptoms. Although the virus can be transmitted with or without symptoms being present. But perhaps the major concern with both oral and genital herpes is that you remain infected for life and there is no cure.

When it does cause symptoms, genital herpes can produce sores in and around the vaginal area, on the penis, around the anal opening and on the buttocks or thighs. Occasionally, sores also appear on other parts of the body where broken skin has come into contact with the virus. HSV remains dormant in certain nerve cells of the body for life, causing periodic symptoms in some people while remaining dormant for life in others. Like other genital ulcer diseases, genital herpes increases both the risk of acquiring and transmitting HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, by providing a point of entry or exit for HIV. In addition, HIV-positive persons who are not treated for HIV because their immune system is suppressed often have severe herpes outbreaks.

One of the most bewildering and frustrating aspects of genital herpes is the periodic outbreak of sores that infected persons often experience. Recurrences of genital herpes can be upsetting and sometimes painful. Moreover, the emotional stress over transmitting the disease to others and disrupting sexual relations during outbreaks, as well as informing your sexual partner of your infection status, can take a toll on personal relationships. With proper counseling, improved treatments and prevention measures, however, couples can cope with and manage the disease effectively.

Genital herpes is acquired by sexual contact with someone who is infected. A decade ago, it was believed that the virus could be transmitted only when the virus was active and causing symptoms, such as sores and blisters. Now, it is known that the virus can spread even when there are no symptoms. In fact, it is believed genital herpes is spread most often when no symptoms are present (known as asymptomatic transmission). In addition, recent research suggests that a large proportion of people who appear to have no symptoms do have symptoms that they just don't recognize. If you have oral herpes, you also can transmit the infection to the genital area of a partner during oral-genital sex. An estimated 30 percent of genital herpes infections in the U.S. are due to HSV-1; presumably, many of these were transmitted during oral sex. No documented cases have been spread by contact with objects such as toilet seats or hot tubs. While rare, transmission is possible from skin-to-skin contact through open sores. Prudent hand-washing and personal hygiene decreases or nearly eliminates that risk.

Moneywise
09-11-2004, 08:28 PM
I gargled before I went down. ;D :o ;D

She has one of the most beautiful DS views I have ever had the good fortune of laying eyes on. Rather viewed from the front or the back she's squeaky clean (at least epidermally).

Just for good measure I am going to wrap my tongue in saran wrap next time. :D

PS. Ms. L is still waiting for that LD. ::)

MW

fishnet
09-12-2004, 03:14 PM
I gargled before I went down. ;D :o ;D

MW



LMAO!!!....but I was sure MR. P recommended gargling with bleach after. ;)

Chili Palmer
09-13-2004, 05:52 PM
I honestly hadn't planned on posting here anymore, but since mr_punk honored me by using one of my lines from this report in his "personal quote", I figured I'd let 'er rip one last time.

***

With apologies to Sam Cooke:

"Another Saturday Night and I ain’t got nobody,
I have some money ‘cause I just got paid.
How I wish I had someone to (lap with),
I’m in an awful way."

***

Saturday night was supposed to be monger night for Chili. I'd arranged to meet with a DD-cup provider in Irvine, then hoped to catch up with an old lap partner at Ecstacy Theater in Santa Ana, then onto my usual haunts to finish out the night. Ahh, the best laid plans aft gang aglay, as they say. Read on for some misadventures in mongering.

My tryst was not scheduled until 7. Traffic was blessedly light into Santa Ana so I cooled my heels at Mr. J's, a Santa Ana topless bar uniquely situated in the middle of an auto mall. (Talk about the mountain coming to Mohammed--those car salesmen didn't have to walk 50 yards for some free :boobies:.) Now, I haven't been to Mr. J's in a few years. As topless clubs go (and Orange County topless clubs in particular), this one isn't too bad. The stage dominates the room--it's fucken huge. But it has to be: there is a 6 foot barrier the dancers cannot cross while they are topless, and the demarcation is as obvious as the DMZ at Panmunjon, except with more barbed wire and attack dogs. Plenty of televisions around to watch the USC game unfold and, for dinnertime, a nice crowd of about 20 PLs enjoying a frosty one (or twelve). Mr. J's is what I call a "dancer blackmail" club: whether or not you sit at the rail, you have to tip the dancer. Speaking as someone who'll spend many, many hundreds of dollars at a strip club and not even blink twice, I just hate being coerced into spending any money I don't want to. At least there's no cover charge to worry about.

There's about 6-8 dancers on shift, ranging from a chunky 3 to a Barbie 7, each dancing to two 4 minute song sets. Very little hustle (except for the "Hi, did you see me onstage?" prattle). Most of the noise is being made by the patrons, alternately hitting on the zaftig Asian waitress or trying to flirt with the dancers. Actual quote (to the waitress): "Here's my card with my e-mail on it. Let's go to a movie." Like the commercial says, "Smooth, but not rich." Later one of the group does a $$$ shower on one dancer, then impresses the shit out of her by hooking his feet in a chair, tripping over it and falling down. (Rich, but not smooth.) Now I remember why I don't go to clubs that serve alcohol.

***

I head out at 6:45 to local Inn for what was supposed to be the main event for me. An actual South OC escort resurfacing for a short period, just my body type and price range. My spidey senses, though, tell me something is amiss. The phone number I call doesn't mention a provider's name, when I get ahold of the gal, the price quoted is different (lower) than the website's price and, finally, I'm given the wrong room number. I finally find the gal, and it turns out to be a petite 5'2" brunette with nice boobs. Only problem is the girl I
supposedly called is a 5'8" African-American with an even bigger chest. This gal is still pretty hot, so I enter the room. She spends about 10 minutes prepping herself while telling me she took some "X" last night (where is that dude from "Fistful of Yen" sounding the alert when you need him?). She asks me if I am nervous (no) and if I have done this before (yes).

She then asks if I know she works for tips. Now I know no joy will be had in Mudville tonight. I put a stop to the proceedings right here, tell her I ain't paying a $300 plus a tip to whack myself off while she talks dirty to me. I drop her a hundy to pay for the room and her time (and to keep the bouncer off me), walk out and breathe a sigh of relief I didn't waste any more time or money. Shoulda known better than to expect anything but a ripoff cash & dash service would advertise in any adult mall in OC. Just too many police for any real providers to risk doing so.

As an aside, the above anecdote is a prime example of why some guys go to SCs to get off. No muss, no fuss, no IDs, and everyone is happy in the end.

***

Last year, my #1 rated dancer was a very pretty slender and stacked ebony dancer named Dana. She left SRI for parts unknown, and that made Chili very sad. Now, I happen to know where she lives, so when I saw a "Dana" on the Ecstacy Theater website, I thought I'd give the club a try. Despite living and/or working in The OC since 1980, I'd never been to this club or its progenitor, Paddy Murphys. Surprisingly, the place isn't a dive. $10 cover, comfy chairs, a circular stage, sunken ramp, and a second circular stage in the rear (unused).

More 2-song sets, yes the songs are longer than most clubs but still not full length, which is really the only way a $50 bed dance (actually performed on a couch--go figure) might have any value at all. The dancers all came by my table, sat down next to me and chatted me up...much different vibe than Spearmint Rhino-Industry, where asking "Wanna dance?" is considered loquacious. I chatted with the only black dancer in the club (Sandy?), who told me the Dana who danced here was neither the color nor body type I was looking for, but offered herself as a competent back up. Figuring I saved $300 I had planned to spend with the escort, buying a $50 dance or two didn't seem too outrageous an idea. The couches are fairly private except the rooms they are in are completely mirrored and a lot brighter than this SRI Mole-man is used to. Contact is one way only (she-to-he), and, while nice, I cannot understand why anyone would go here on a regular basis. Perhaps more mileage can be had, but at what price? And what's behind those mirrors, anyway? Anyway, the search for Dana continues, not unlike the search for Nicole and Ron's true killers. Maybe I'll just break down and call her again. :idea:

One final Ecstacy note: Do not ever, ever play "Cats in the Cradle" in a strip club. Dads everywhere are weeping at the thought; sheesh, what a downer. What's next: asking a PL what he got his wife for their anniversary?

***

Onto the Imperial Showgirls in Pico Rivera, it of the frequent appearances on the nightly newscasts as the locals complain and the city council spends hundreds of thousands of dollars in yet another desperate and ultimately futile attempt to close down a strip club.

Mileage varies from spectacular to air dances, and the club tends to skew towards a more young urban flava, few of whom seem to actually grasp the concept of buying a lapdance when in a strip club. ISP also has the rather dubious distinction of having, IMO, the worst bunch of moronic dancer sycophants and BLTs posting on any club Bulletin Board here on Z-bone. I think ISP's board goes down more often than Carmen Electra on crystal meth, the cause of which is the board's own personal recoiling in horror and shame at what it is forced to electronically regurgitate. The hottest dancer in the club is probably Brianna, who got a bit indignant awhile back when I unfavorably compared her laps to the treatment of prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison, even though there is no Geneva Convention for the laphounds wounded and captured in battle.

One of my club faves no longer dances, and a second has severely cut back her schedule, but I did manage 8 laps with XTC, a rare Indian (Asian subcontinent type) dancer with slightly askew but still oh-so-squeezable breasts, and four more with Alex, a very pleasant brunette dancer who gives very pleasant laps. FYI, avoid Sparkle, an African-American with a crazy hourglass figure but won't let you play with her sand, and the aforementioned Brianna, unless you have an arterial surgeon on your speed dial.

***

What club jaunt by me would be complete without a visit to Spearmint Rhino in the City of Industry (SRI)? Sufficiently warmed up and more than a little frustrated, I hit the Rhino about 10 PM. Very crowded, looks to be about 30 girls on shift. Sadly, 2/3s of those are non-Chili Palmer types, and I spend over an hour at club and get no lapdances whatsoever (a possible record, though I try to refrain from such record keeping obsessive-compulsiveness). Finally, I am rescued by Frosty, though now her name is a misnomer. Her frost is no more! It is a woman's perogative to change her mind and her hairstyle, and Frosty apparently did both. Blessedly, her laps haven't changed a bit, we take full advantage of a nude special and Formerly Frosty soothes my savage breast.

As always, Harley patrolled the aisles, making sure they were safe for democracy and scantilly clad women (redundant phrase?). I saw her emerge from the dressing room, walk literally within eight inches of my seat (nearly tripping over the semaphore flags I was waving), talk to a fat PL on the back couch, move to a lowlife PL on the couch by the NW lap grotto, then finally take her post on the fireplace, talking with another dancer for pretty much the rest of the night.

Meanwhile, as I am chatting with longtime fave Daylene, something neither of us had ever seen before occurred: Frosty lost her temper onstage. For those unfamiliar with her, Frosty is far from a Barbie Doll, but more than makes up for it with her energy, attitude and stage presence. Apparently, two PLs on the tip rail said something waaaaay out of line to the newly monochromatically coifed one, and they were expelled post haste by two bouncers who were apparently just recruited from the Bulgarian Olympic weightlifting squad. Some dudes really know how to put the "ass" in class, I guess. After FF calmed down a bit, Daylene and I went back for more nude specials, and finally I finished up the evening with Samantha. I did spy some new meat going onstage named Tristan, looking "toight" as Goldmember might say.

Anyone have intel on this little babe?

***

Well, that's it for today's diatribe. Sorry it's not really my best stuff, but I had so little inspiration this weekend. Hopefully, Thursday night will be a rebound night for me.

Chili Palmer

Richard_Head
09-13-2004, 08:30 PM
Excellent TR Chili, very entertaining, I hope you'll reconsider not posting here anymore.

Moneywise
09-14-2004, 02:30 AM
Very nice read CP. I'm kinda baffled as to why you suddenly stopped posting as well. Anyways, welcome back and keep the good storries coming. :)


Sadly, 2/3s of those are non-Chili Palmer types

What is a CP type? You've sparked my interest.

SportsWriter2
09-14-2004, 05:12 AM
What's a non-Chili Palmer type? Slender, A boobs, looks like a prep school cheerleader. My kind of girl. :-*

I have a thing for college students who don't look like dancers, so I live vicariously reading CP's searches for hot DD strippers that I can't handle. :o

We all live vicariously in one way or another. And here you pick up tips along the way. :D

Katrine
09-14-2004, 02:01 PM
Please stay CP. Your TR's are badasss!!!

FBR
09-14-2004, 04:52 PM
Chili your reports are outstanding

FBR

sixty
09-14-2004, 07:13 PM
This past Sunday night, September 12, I had my second VIP room session at Club M. with Angel. We had last met on August 9 for a truly unforgettable experience, when everything came together to make for a lap dance session of unprecedented nastiness and mutual fun. (Yes, I have reason to believe that I even amused her.) Ever since that day, Angel has been near the top of my list for a repeat encounter, to see if we can recreate both the intensity and the uninhibited, anything-goes spirit of that session. On Sunday night the opportunity finally was presented. Now I'm watching Monday Night Football (on mute) and trying to figure out why I'm feeling so oddly ambivalent about what happened last night, and about my adventures at Club M. in general. I'm even considering the possibility of quitting lapdancing for a while. (OK, let's not go that far.)

I've made the observation before, or something like it, that strippers generally fall into one of four categories with regard to their lapdance style: 1) The Air Princess, 2) The Cuddler, 3) The Grinder, and 4) The Wild Child. Angel is #4 all the way. She is excruciatingly cute, currently sporting a pixyish short blonde hairstyle; she has a beautiful mouth with perfect white teeth, ready to break out at a moment's notice in a flirtatious and mischievous smile; a somewhat high-pitched voice and -- when you least expect it -- a silly-head giggle (though I know that is an affectation when she wants to be extra flirty). Last but not least, Angel's killer bod: the bodacious rock-hard boobies that thrust themselves out in front of her like two enormous zeppelins; and the Little Annie Fannie ass that is displayed to utmost advantage in panties, short-shorts or thong. In short, Angel is one of those young women who are simply accustomed to encountering lascivious stares from males wherever she goes, even in civilian garb.

Everything about our hooking up on Sunday was random and lucky. Although I knew Angel's schedule at Club M. was notoriously erratic, I wouldn't have expected her to show up at such a dead time as a Sunday night. Yet when I walked in that night I immediately sensed more life kicking in the club than I had expected: there were some mighty tasty specimens strutting their stuff on stage, many of them unknown to me but including even the lovely and sweet Brazilian heartbreaker Isabella, a sentimental favorite from two previous VIP room encounters.

The prelude to Angel Sunday night is worth briefly telling for comic potential: a fairly attractive honey blonde named ... was it Cynthia? ... trolled me at the bar for a private dance, and after playing coy with her for a minute (so as to wrap my hand around her waist and wander down from there for a few asscheek squeezes: hey, if she really wants me that badly she'll allow it), against my better judgment I agreed. Just as she had gotten me settled into my seat in the private dance room, a bouncer I hadn't noticed before appeared at the doorway and monitored everyone's fun ... just my luck. This put a wet blanket on my interactions with Cynthia, to be sure -- not that this insincere tramp (who obviously was new to the club) seemed especially likely to deliver any heat anyway. About one minute in, she started in with a hard-core sales pitch, sotto voce, to go with her to the VIP room upstairs. I feigned ignorance of the VIP room, just to see what she would propose. $350 for a hot time!! I must admit that I assumed she meant a half hour session, not an hour, and so it was only with considerable diffuculty that I was able to conceal my outrage at what I saw as a brazen attempt to roll me. (Average VIP room prices, based on my fairly wide recent sampling, are $215-265 including tipout.) And when I politely refused, she actually tried to strike the pose of the pouty, dumbfounded jilted lover. I mean really: does this charade work with anybody? I handed her the $20 and no longer bothered to conceal my amusement at her antics as I walked out of the PD room. (OK, I see now that she may have meant $350 for a full hour, which would've probably worked out to $275 for a half hour -- more in the ballpark, but she still hadn't come anywhere close to proving her value.)

Then -- whambam -- as I walked out of the room, there she was right in front of me: Angel, walking away from me in a sweet black panty and camisole set. I'd recognize those blonde bangs anywhere. As I was just about to pull up to her, drat it all but another guy jumped out in front of her and before I knew it she was headed back into the PD room. I sat at the bar and tried to tip whoever came by while still keeping one eye out for the emergence of Angel. (Isabella came up to me at this time also, and I had to resist the temptation to head upstairs with her ... I recall my thinking at the time being, I'm here for the BEST, not the great.)

With various distractions in front of me, I nearly missed Angel's reappearance as she strutted behind me. I hailed her cordially and she responded in kind -- though with no showy display of affection, which is not her syle in any case, I think. Upstairs we went as she gradually recollected what she knew about me: "OK, You're the museum guy." Good enough, sweetheart.

I'm tired and MNF is over (Packers 24, Panthers 14). Part 2 will appear soon.

IN PART 2, thrill to every thrust and grind of my half hour session with Angel ... a surprising interlude of female animal lust that just had to play itself out on poor, innocent, messy-pantsed me ... the fortune of encountering a happy, horny girl at the peak of her psycho-cycle ... a frank discussion of female ejaculation and multiple Os ... and much, much more, cumming up in our next edition!

Sixty's Place
http://sixtysplace.blogspot.com

Richard_Head
09-14-2004, 08:34 PM
Nice report sixty, love the blogger page too.

sixty
09-16-2004, 08:57 PM
As soon as we were settled in for our half hour session, Angel rapidly removed her top and strode my lap. Nothing unusual there, except that she happens to possess an outrageously huge set of boobies, which she happily allowed me to knead and suck for a good minute. "I'm horny," she whispered. Probably standard dancer hot talk, I assumed. "That makes two of us," I said. (Because, duh, I was.)

After a few minutes she gave me the opportunity to remove her black panties, which I slowly and lingeringly pulled down to reveal her exquisite heart-shaped and indescribably smooth ass. (Note to dancers: customers find it such a huge turn-on to take any part of your clothes off. Suggest this more often.)

As it was a Sunday night and I thought it pretty unlikely I'd see any lap action, I was wearing plain old shorts, and even underwear. I failed to wear one of my pairs of loose-fitting thin cotton lapping pants. This is unfortunate, since given the proper accessibility Angel is one dancer who wouldn't think twice about giving Tiny Elvis a little look-see. Not whipping him right out, probably -- even up here in the VIP Room there were still occasionally prying eyes -- but probably she'd have done at least what she'd done in our previous encounter, i.e. tested the outer limits of the elastic waistband and slipped a slippery hand down under for a brief stay at Hotel Juliet. As it was, the best I could hope for was a good grind ... and grind she began to do, rhythmically and professionally, in increasingly ferocious waves, in my favorite lapping position: face to face. After a few minutes I was no equal to this, and splooged. Nice. But Hurricane Angel continued its unremitting carnage. "I told you I was horny," she panted in my ear, and I'll be damned if she wasn't kidding after all. Wild Child, go girl... At one point, as she was anticipating the delivery of that orgasm pie with everything on it, Angel thrust her tongue down my throat and we briefly exchanged some sloppy kisses. A minute later she, too, was spent.

This session already provided me with a couple of firsts: the (obviously not fake) animal humping on my dick, that was a first ... and the French kissing, that was another first.

As we relaxed a bit and she lit a cigarette, I noted we had 20 minutes remaining in our session. Just enough time, it seemed to me, for another go-round with the owner of this traffic-stopping body. But the luxurious way in which Angel kicked back gave me to understand that as far as she was concerned, the main order of business had been conducted. I could've forced the issue, but I was plain flushed and very damn happy to have just had whatever the hell it was she just gave me that I leaned back and let the conversation start flowing. We got onto the topic of female ejaculation: she herself was not a gusher, but had seen such girls on the Internet (what's that called, um, pornography?). I related the amusing story of an old girlfriend of mine who gave me a facial while I was giving her a mustache ride.

Angel seemed different compared to the last session we had -- more cogent, less scattered. She said tonight she was feeling great, happy, and before I could ask myself what drugs she might be on she confided that she was somewhat bipolar and tonight was an "up" night. Poor kid, I thought, though I was happy for her for the moment. I had, indeed, had very good timing, seeing her when I did.

Angel is unlike most of the other dancers at Club M. in that she works whatever the fuck hours she wants to; she has no set schedule. She happened to be there this Sunday night because the club called her saying they were a little short, and she decided to make the trip in. Like most of the long-term dancers, she said, she lives a good distance away (in her case, a 90 minute drive), so as to minimize the possibility of her customers intruding on her busy social life at home. (I'm not surprised by this, but now I'm just beginning to realize how very common this practice is.) She asked me if I had been coming to the club a lot lately. I admitted that I had been, in fact: probably on the average of twice a week (which for me is a lot). I didn't bother to explain that I've been coming in so often partly in an ongoing search for a dancer I met back in May and June who I haven't been able to get out of my mind (and who I now fear may never return). But we had reached a level of frankness in our conversation where I was actually not all that afraid to appear like a PL.

"Have you gotten rolled yet?" she asked. Huh, I said? No.

"Well, you'll probably keep coming in, getting dances with the huge variety of dancers here, and then one day someone will roll you. Then you'll stop."

I was a bit bewildered by this, as I had been coming to Club M. for years and never gotten "rolled" by anyone (unless you count $20 air dances). Then I thought about this for a minute. In August I went on an absolutely unprecedented tear in VIP room at Club M., and just recently I received my credit card bill reflecting that activity. Although I know I can afford what I bought, the question did occur to me: am I getting rolled? Not by any one dancer, to be sure, but nevertheless rolled, slowly and surely, by the endless parade of dancers who I always hope will provide more than they actually do -- BJ, FS or just plain old love?

That was the predominant thought weighing on my mind for the entire day after my session with Angel on Sunday. Since then, I've regained my old perspective, but it took Angel to help me realize that it's time to pull back on the throttle a bit in my stripclubbing. There's something to be said for postponing excitement, instituting some discipline and letting the anticipation build. In the past, that discipline came from a very limited budget. Today, the budget is no longer as limited, and I have to get used to that (I know -- such a problem to have!). As much as I enjoyed the session with my Wild Child (and all the girls I've had perform for me in the last few months), I've discovered that perhaps one (or I, at least) can have too much of a good thing; I miss the heart-pounding thrill of seizing a rare opportunity to enjoy the charms of a gorgeous half-naked woman humping my lap. they don't call it exotic dancing for nothing, I guess.

Sixty

Sixty's Place - Truth. Beauty. Mileage.
http://sixtysplace.blogspot.com

Chili Palmer
09-17-2004, 01:02 PM
Amazing how many here seem to just revel in the drama. I honestly do not understand why y'all tolerate that shit, under any circumstances, for any reason.

***

Here's a down and dirty TR (with emphasis on the dirty).

With a day off and money and time to burn, I went to a back-up club of mine yesterday with the intent of finding a old dancer acquaintance. The club itself is pretty much of a dive, but it does have the advantage of being relatively close to my home and is a known refuge for some of the highest mileage dancers in recent LA history. Sadly, it is also home to some of the more--what's a polite word?--uh, ungainly dancers as well. Gotta take the bad with the good, I guess.

The parking lot has about 20 cars in it when I arrive (good sign), but when I walk into the club, no other PLs are to be found. Huh? Either they are getting laps or all the cars belong to the staff. Speaking of staff, the first three dancers to grace the stage are all of the same "chunky Latina with 5 kids to support" mold, and all seem somewhat surprised when I turn down their offers for a lapland supreme with them. More than slightly annoying is the amount of downtime in between dancers; songs here are among the longest in LA, so a 2 or 3 song downtime can be interminable.

Finally the DJ announces the name I have been waiting for, and I rail the dancer. She gives me a personal show, removing her top and rubbing her tits on my face, then giving me a nice floor show, too. When the set is over, she asks if I want to get a more interactive show, and I respond with an affirmative.

This place offers either 3 semi-private topless laps for $60, or 3 fully private, closed curtain, nude laps for $80. Nudes it is, we renew acquaintances waiting for the next song to start, and the dancer tells me her pulldown menu choices: Column A for $60, Column B for $80, Column C for $100. Hopefully, even the nebbishes on this site can understand what each stands for, and I select the third option. She unzips me, gives me a nice BJ to get me fully prepped, slides on a wrapper, and awaaaay we go, as Jackie Gleason used to say.

Mostly cowgirl, with some nice DFK action, she is really getting into it (my pants are getting soaked. We turn for reverse cowgirl, and as the 3rd song completes, I tell her to keep going for another set. She is pleased, keeps on pumping and moaning, then I pull her hair to bite her neck and ear and she really goes nuts (no matter what any gal tells you, they all LOVE to have their hair pulled, so long as you aren't yanking it out by the roots).

After six songs (approx. 30 minutes), I stop the show, and she is disappointed I didn't shoot my wad, but grateful I'm not like most of her "1 and done" customers. Here's the fun part: after I tip her out, she then tells me who the other dancers are I should try: no jealousy, no BS, no SS, no politics. She also doesn't hit me up for additional $$$ because we did 6 songs instead of three...THAT is how it is supposed to be, gentlemen.

I clean up and I see a smoking hot petite hardbodied perky B-cupped brunette onstage, so I rail her. Appeared to be Latina, but upon further review she was an Anglo with a nice tan. She wasn't on my other dancer's list of recco's, but one can always hope. We do the 3-for-$80 bit, and while she gave a good grind and did not enforce the no fly zone, there was no stickshifting, no feeding and, above all no talking whatsoever during the lap. Now, while I hardly wish to discuss the finer points of the oil depletion allowance with a dancer who is lapping me, at least some acknowledgement that she is alive and not just a lapbot would be nice. The set finishes, no tippee for her.

One other dancer makes her presence known to me: a smokin hot Latina with wonderfully overinflated boobs and, yes, some assless chaps, walks by. She IS on my dancer's list, but I would have lapped her anyway. She sits next to me, immediately grabs my unit and says, "Ooh, you definitely ARE ready for some laps, aren't you?" I'm in no position to argue, and we chitchat for a few minutes, all the while she is stroking me outisde my pants.

When we go to pay for the laps, my original dancer comes over to the Latina and says, "Take care of my friend." Gotta love it. We go back to the nude booths, close the curtain, she whips out a cover and we're off. At one point she asks for doggy style, so she kneels on the couch and I stand behind her. When she sees this, she kinda grabs my head and pulls it down (there's really no legitimate reason for a PL getting a couch dance to have his head sticking up over the partition, now is there?). We end up in sidesaddle, I finish up after another six songer, and make sure to get everyone's schedule.

I shall, most definitely, return.

CP

afxturnip
09-17-2004, 01:31 PM
Well, call me a masochist (or other names to boot), but I revel in my drama. Being quite melodramatic myself, it's only natural.

To each his own.

-afx

FBR
09-17-2004, 04:10 PM
A quick trip to the club this afternoon. Miss D was in attendance along with Miss M, R, L and S. All but Miss D were floaters, using my table as home base. That was OK by me. I tipped them, of course, but my attention was focused on Miss D.

Prior to me arriving Miss D had just bought a pair of knee high stripper boots. Her size is 8 but the stripper store next door only had size 9. I have no idea why she went ahead and bought 9's but she was clunking and stumbling onstage with the oversize shoes. I grabbed a beer from my fav waitress and then went up to tip Miss D. She was having a hell of a time and asked me to go next door and set up a shoe swap. Im like WTF but feeling a little PL since I hadnt seen Miss D for a couple of weeks I agreed to try and help. I made the effort but the gal at the counter blew me off and said Miss D had to come over with a receipt and the original box before they would consider an exchange LOL All the while Im thinking FBR what the hell are you doing being a strippers piss boy LOL Then I remembered how great her cookie tastes so I figured it was just the price I had to pay LOL

I came back into the club and went up to the stage letting Miss D know that the counter girl was uncooperative. I really didnt give a shit but I wanted to make it seem as though I really cared. Miss D cussed and fussed and said she would take of it later. That was fine by me so I went back to my table to chill which was the reason I was at the club in the first place.

Miss D was into her second song when Miss R stopped by to say hey. To be honest, shes really not my type physically but I like her as a person. We started talking about this and that. She has a lot of drama which is fun to listen too but her heart is in the right place. I glanced periodically at the stage and saw Miss D giving me the evil eye LOL Miss D is territorial. Not an outright bitch but she gets her message across. As soon as her second song was over she made a beeline for my table and scrunched up right next to me. She made a point of kissing me up and rubbing my leg all the while talking SS to Miss R.

I'll be honest...I just let it flow in whatever direction the tides dictate. I really dont care if the dancers joust for me. Its their problem not mine. Miss D apparantly had a longer lance because Miss R made her excuses and left without much of a fight. Frankly, I had hoped for a longer skirmish but what the hell. Miss D had barely drawn any blood.

We flirted and talked for a while. I was pretty laid back so finally she brought up the fact we hadnt done a private in a couple weeks. I was noncommital so she pressed the issue mentioning that my bday is next week and we should think about celebrating early. After a lot of blah blah I agreed to a private tomorrow. It will be fun Im sure. In fact very very fun. But I dont expect anything special if you know what I mean. Im being played a bit but on the other hand I really cant complain. I might even post an FTB just for the heck of it.

I rolled out of the club around 6PM. 3 hours of beer and debauchery is about enough. Lots of tableside T&A plus a roll in the hay tomorrow. Life could be worse.

FBR

Katrine
09-17-2004, 05:15 PM
I think ya'll should skip the RR Inn and do the 69-ing in your car parked somewhere in the woods like a couple of teenagers.

Just food (cookies) for thought. ;)

sgtjohnny
09-17-2004, 09:08 PM
Went to PAB today. They finally got their Electricity back on since The Hurricane. My Electricity finally got back on a few days ago.

Anyway, I was sad to learn that my favorite Dancing Cheerleader: Darbie, has decided to go to the Miami Clubs. Darn, now I got to find another Dancer. Darbie was the only one who could keep me satisfied but now she is working in Miami, There is no way I am going to drive to Miami. Darbie, I know your reading this. Please come back to PAB. :'(

Richard_Head
09-18-2004, 08:57 AM
I shall, most definitely, return.


LOL, I would hope so.

britfreak2
09-18-2004, 09:00 AM
Last night was a really weird night. School is back in full speed people looking for jobs and I must say a few girls made a good choice by coming to my club. Of course, every single one of them were to shy to talk to me.

I roll in there about 8. First beaming smile I see. Whoohoo! Miss A is in the house. Greeting me with a huge hug. She looks very breathtaking in black lace. She told me she was really bored and just about ready to give me call to come in and keep her company. I could tell that she was bored. Standing by the bar just minding her own business till I got walked in. 20 minutes later she got up on stage. She always knows what gets me going. All she has to do is her little booty shake and she got a big smirk on my face. She always get a good laugh at that.

Shortly after I got my LD's from her. About halfway through her first song she stopped dancing. She lost an earring. Luckly she found in right away. During the second song she kept on tripping on her top that landed on the floor. After the second time she stopped again and picked it up. I didn't mind that she had her face in my crotch to make up for it.

After that we went out back so she can have a smoke. We get back there's no empty tables. So, we ended up sharing with a couple other dudes. Of course she tried to husle them right in front of me. I didn't mind. They asked all the usual questions that I already knew the answer too. It was kinda funny one dude asked if she likes to go out on her days off. She told them maybe. She could sense where this was going. He's like I was looking for a Yes but I'll settle for a maybe. I just kinda laugh. I thought to myself Good luck, on that one buddy. I'm still waiting for my turn. And I've known her longer than you have. Finally, they left. That's when things seem to get uncomfortable. She still haven't broke her boredom. I could tell she was making oragami with the cash I used to pay for her dances. And it got really quiet very quickly. We came to a point where we had that uncomfortable silence. I tried to come up with something but that didn't do too much. If anybody could give me suggestions on how we can get rid of that I'm all ears.

So, 10 minutes later she got up and desided to make an attempt to make some money. Seeing how I couldn't break her boredom. I was starting to get bored. I didn't know that boredom is contagous until last night. Off she went.

So, I went back inside to the club took a seat at the stage because Miss A was going to be up soon. I just sat down and I get blind sided hug from behind. Whoohoo! Miss J! I was surprised she hung around for more than 2 minutes last night. She was bored too. But, she wasn't as bad as Miss A. About 20 minutes of flirting I decided to get a couple of dances from her and took off. I was kinda saving that for Miss A for Round 2 but she talked me into it. So, I made my exit.

If anybody can help me break the dead silence please do so.

Lurker_001
09-18-2004, 12:37 PM
I had been waiting for this trip and saving for a while now.Arrived early,got kinda drunk and can't remember much till around eightish.I had been playing video games for a while.Got bored with that so i grabbed a news paper to read.The next thing i know miss H is at the table on my knee and we are reading together.I pointed out another clubs advert and said "Oh look, your competition",she says "Yeah,right",lol... Got to the horoscopes and we're both Libras.She on the cusp of sagitarious,i think.One of my compatible signs.Was alot of fun.She sat there reading the joke section and laughing aloud.

She got a kick out of this one... Two foriegners had just arrived in america.They were hungry and decided to buy some food.They came apon a hot dog vendor.One of the imagrantes says to the other "they eat dogs in america".The other says "yeah,if we want to live here we have to eat that too".One of them opens his bag,looks at the hot dog and says to the other,"what part of the dog did you get?"

Earlier in the day i bought some dances from another girl before miss H was in and during our VIPs she asked about her.She said "Did you like her dances?","Is she better than me?",lol,i replied "there's only one girl that comes close to you".She responded right away with "Miss C?"."Yeah" i said.After she said "you wore me out".Her show is quite the workout,lol...

Miss M showed up at my table looking cute as ever.We talked a while and i bought her a drink.We VIPed.A few songs in she asked if i had a girl friend then said "I don't date customers but if i did you would be my type".i just laughed.Back at the table we talked some more.She said she had someone waiting for her and that "we should go out sometime",lol,maybe,someday.....*cough sales pitch *cough *cough

Miss H is sitting at the bar with me.She gets up,leaves her purse(Didn't like that at all) and leaves for ten minutes.Miss C comes over and say's hello,a few seconds later she gets up,shifts over one seat and says "i have to go".Miss H arrives,sits,turns to her and says "were you sitting here?".
I had to excuse myself for a bio break and returned to see my seat taken.I stood behind miss H,she turns and starts teasing me about miss C..."Did you want her?","huh?,huh?,wink,wink,nudge,nudge,"Do you want me?"we VIPed some more.I'm starting to think one of her goals is to make my time at the club miserable,lol... well,at least her show rocks....

We VIPed again for a while.One of the things i like about her is that she is sexually malleable and responds to any thing i say with my hands.she was grinding face to face .Putting my hands on her a certain way she arched her back,pushed her tits out and threw her head back grinding the whole time.I knew we were doing something right when she let out a string of soft moans.her doggy style position is insane,lol....

She complained after that her inner thighs were numb.When she straddles you in the doggie position her thighs are on your thighs so after a while i guess it starts hurting.She told me that at the bar and i said yea,my thighs kinda hurt too.She then laughs and says "but you didn't do anything"um,yeah,but you were on top of me,lol...I tipped her alot for her second session and only had thirty bucks left.Bought some cigs,tipped miss C a ten and went looking for miss H.She was upstairs on stage and i went over to say good night.She said "i'll see you in two weeks,saturday",i said ok then remembered i may have some money next week.I told her "i'll see you next saturday night"... she said "oh,don't get me so excited so early",lol...

As our conversation ended miss C came over,said hi and asked if i wanted VIP.unfortunately i had to say no.Something i told myself i would never do...

I feel like i've decended into the black pit that is miss H.Miss C is the light,reaching out to her we are too far apart now... I'm doomed...

britfreak2
09-19-2004, 09:16 AM
Don't feel bad. I know how you feel. My former ATF dancer moved back home to go to school. We talk every once in a great while but, it's all good. I think I found much better now.

Anyway, I went in again last night. Had a blast. It was packed. I took a buddy that never been there before and he had a blast. I introduced him to a few people. The bouncer even hooked him up by not letting him pay the cover. All I said that he's with me and he let him walk. I like that privlege of being a regular. I don't have to wait in line.

Miss A was up on stage when we walked in. So, I immediatly go straight to the stage. She was wearing that hot lace number she was wearing the night before. It was quite funny when she came over to say hello. We like to play like we never seen each other before. Lots and lots of flirting and SS. So, she was in a good mood. She wasn't bored like the night before. She only stopped by for a few minutes. She told me that she wanted to make money tonight, so she told me she'll be back later. I didn't mind. I was making sure my buddy was having a good time and not ditch him completely.

So, I hung out some more. Miss J walks in a gives me her famous blindsided hug from behind. I think my buddy got jelous. He gave her a look like where's mine. She was pooring on the SS with my buddy. He wasn't having none. I like to play along. With Miss J you have too. That's what makes her a riot to hang out with. It's great my no. 1 and no. 2 right after each other on the stage list.

I introduced him to a few other buddies around the club. Then, one of the new girls came over. She's is smoking hot. She's going to be next on my list. She's only been there a couple of months. Miss NHG is cool. She told me she saw me around with many of the girls and wanted to make her presence. Hey, I didn't mind. I was hoping she'd come over for a long time. Like Miss A she has that short hair with blond highlights. Banging body. She seemed to be a little nervous. So, I made it known that I'm harmless and won't bite. We engaged in small talk. The basic questions to get to know someone. Then, out comes the question. Are you up for a dance? I wanted to but took a rain check. I already promised Miss J that we get down.

Shortly after that I said my goodbyes and we took off. Pretty good night. No Miss NB again, but no harm no foul. I wasn't looking to get trashed. I think my buddy got the idea why I go there all the time. But, dayum do I love Miss A. She's so great. Everytime she'd walk past me she'd give me a hug or kiss on the cheek. Shoot, I didn't relized that I had so much lipstick on me until Miss J said something. So she had to make her mark. I think I been branded by everyone last night. But, I think Miss A got the best of me.

Katrine
09-21-2004, 08:42 PM
Its Tuesday night and you boys are getting a 2-4-1 TR from Miss Katrine. :listen:

Twice in one week at the Palazi-ho in South Austin. Last week my friend Tombstone and I went up there to meet our boy Scooby. Of course we were already about 17 sheets to the wind. :crazy: We went right to VIP where Scooby holds a permanent residence in the corner. :king:

Earlier, Scoob had told me he had met this openly bisexual stripper that I would totally love. If you gentlemen recall, Scooby was the one who was fucking my friend J right next to me on the bed a few months ago while I was passed out. :yawn:

I digress. We show up. Stripper is there with him and a group of very annoying people. She wants to get away from them because the couple in the group are very aggressively trying to get her to come home with them and they are ugly. :yuck:

I can't remember her name because she has 3 of them. Let's call her Candy. Well Candy has the typical High Dollar Hottie look. She is 5'7 with long black lace stocking-ed legs. She has blond shoulder length hair and a very nice 36D boobjob in a black lace bra. She also has on a long black silk robe and lace boy panties over her thong. Its a very flattering look for her, and I always like more clothes on a dancer. More to the imagination, more fun to take off. She is hot and she is hammered. :drunk:

We get along famously. She gives me a LD. I don't remember much but am not impressed. Its hard to get me to truly enjoy a LD from a lady. She also gives Tombstone a LD under my supervision 'cause she wants my opinion on what she can do to improve. :swami:

Scooby is begging me to convince her to hang out with us afterwards. He totally loves this girl and I am sure he wants to have a threesome or some other sordid act. :censored:

She agrees to come to my place. Tombstone and I sit in his truck like a couple of PL stalkers waiting for her for 20 minutes but we hit paydirt! Out she comes and off we all go......

Needless to say, her bubbly stripper persona dissapeared fast. As most dancers, she was pretty much on the bitter side. Hates men, hates giving dances, etc. But she seemed to like me and we spent most of the time chatting about the biz in my room. :chat:

At about 4am, she decides she wants to drive 1 1/2 hours to San Antonio. This girl is wasted. There is no stopping her, not even physically trying to hold her down. We exchange emails and I watch her drive off, fingers crossed.
:worried:
The rest of the night was typical; vodka and Texas Hold 'Em until 9am.

Monday night I went to meet my business partner and her brother at the Hyatt. Everyone was in town for ACL Festival. Sunday is a story on its own but it has nothing to do with stripclubs and a lot more to do with drugs and skinnydipping, but I digress again..... :ziplip:

Me, my girl L, her bro, and about 5 other cute 25 yr old boys decided to go back to Palazi-ho. As usual, the club was quiet, the selection of girls was poor, and the girls that were up to par weren't hustling at all.

We had passes to get in and one of the guys opened a tab for all of us.....yezzzzz! :highfive:

Unfortunately neither Candy nor Miss Taylor were working. :-[

After almost an hour, we saw the first eligible lady; a slim blonde with a badass hot pink dress with asymetrical ruffled skirt. Her hair was platinum on top and dark underneath which looks cool. This guy I had been flirting with and I went to tip her and got a pleasant suprise; she's a HUMMER :goodvibes:

We were totally joking about it earlier how some stripper place their throat on a guy's balls and begin to hum gently. I've never really heard of that. She made me lie on the stage and hummed on my clit, and also hummed on the dude's nipples. My only complaint was that her boobies were a bit deflated. I theorized that she must have recently breastfed. She would look perfect with a C implant. :boobies:

We were waiting for her to get some dances when the guy, J, saw a pretty brunette dancer appear out of nowhere. I had promised to buy him a dance earlier. He went up to her and the bitch rudely told him she was going home. it was 1:15 people! >:(

Finally Blondie came by and gave each of us a dance. She sure loves to hum and moved too much. Later I found out its because her and her BF celebrated moving into their new place by fucking on crystal meth for 12 hours straight and it was still in her system.
Doh! :dunce:

During my dance, I just hugged her tight and her her close so I could feel her neck and ears. She smelled like cotton candy. I find that scent to be too trashy for me but it was perfect for her. She was also very liberal about grabbing my boobs, pulling my nipples out, and sucking on them. We weren't in a private area of the club either, everyone could see. It was one of the better LD's I've had in a long, long time.

Of course we invited her over to my place, this time for rum and blackjack instead of vodka n Hold 'Em. She did call but didn't end up making it because she had to get her kid in the morning. I was right! :idea:

So that's about it, another long night of cards and booze. Another wasted day in Hangoveria. Hope ya'll enjoyed!

:-*

Casual Observer
09-21-2004, 11:23 PM
<S> Kat

FBR
09-22-2004, 04:17 PM
Kat, your TR&#039;s are great masturbation material :P With every birthday it takes a few extra strokes but, God willing, my right hand and arm will hold out for a few more ;D

FBR

Sitri
09-22-2004, 08:58 PM
Umm, this is my first post on SCJ so bare with me. No pun intended.

Haven&#039;t been out for awhile as I am in the process of selling the business and all sorts of bullshit. But, God looks down and says, "Behold, I need to get thine ass out". Therefore he sends a friend into town who enjoys what he calls "the ballet".

So, after a meeting, I pick up thy friend and after having some excellent sushi we decide to look for some culture. Of course, for us, this is Thee dollhouse in Tampa. A block from where I work.

Now bear in mind, that I haven&#039;t been out for about 6 months, but I am someone the girls remember. So, after lamenting about how I haven&#039;t been out for so long, we walk into the DH. I pay the cover for us and in we walk.

As a prelude, my favorite is a brunette about 6&#039; tall with an incredible face, body, and she is just a joy to talk to. She is literally, the most attractive dancer in the place. We have hit it off for about two years and she dances on Wednesday. Well, it is WED.

We walk in the door and she is rocking on some dude in the bar and sees me come in. Without a second of lapse, a big smile pops up and within 60 seconds, there are three people at the table.

Well, I alway stuff about 4 or 5 hundred dollar bills in a secret spot I cal the Jasmine trust fund in my wallet, and in about 2 hours, I have got a good buzz on and have had a good time. Jasmine has gotten into working out and while she has always been beautiful, she is now also hard as a rock.

We must have been having a good time as we had finished a very excellent Arturo Fuenta and were getting ready to blow out when the manager brought us two more cigars on the house. Needless to say, the final cost of the free cigars was about a buck fifty in extended stay.

Management was attentive, drinks were strong, and they even had a 2 for 1. Yikes.

The only akward moment is when a previous hot favorite came up... Roxy and I had to be a gentlemen bought her a dance for my friend.

After I get this deal closed, I will have some free time and extended cash. Hope to have better trip reports.

FBR
09-23-2004, 08:11 AM
Sitri, excellent TR ;D Its great to climb back into the saddle after an extended sabbatical.

Looking forward to your next report!

FBR

doc-catfish
09-24-2004, 05:30 PM
Well, this won’t exactly hold up to Katrine’s TR, but as long as it is fresh in my mind…

I had a few days of leave last weekend, (so I don’t snap and kill everybody at my job), and still had a few traveler’s checks left over from the Texas trip (I know, I never finished my TR for that yet), so I decided to head up to Kansas City and Des Moines for a little R&R, and some strip club reconnaissance.

I was a bit too tired for SC&#039;ing on Friday, to I needed to arrange alternative entertainment for the evening. I tried in vain to fatten my tiproll playing craps at a couple of the local casinos, and ended up instead blowing about $200. Strange how I lost more in two hours here than I lost in a week in Vegas.

Saturday - Headed to Bazookas (http://bazookasshowgirls.com/) in downtown KC, a fully nude juice bar. I’ve been here a couple of time before, but hadn‘t been here in over a year. Place is generally high on eye candy, but low on mileage.

I knew that one of the gals from SW worked here (PM me if you wanna know who, or better yet take a guess), so I thought that I’d stop in and say hello. This place is one of the few high hustle clubs around here, which is actually a pleasant contrast to the non-existent hustle that customers usually get around these parts (at least until they crack their wallets open).

I remind myself not to bite at the first chick that comes by, but lo and behold this short blonde with an toned athletic bod came by and that was it. So it was back to the private dance area for three songs. Mileage here was a little bit higher than I previously remember, but no complaints here. Gal was really talkative and nice (and hot), but I remember that I kind of wanted to spread the love around, so I had her stop after about three songs.

Went back up front and a tall brunette comes by and introduces herself. This was the gal from SW. Total hottie! Her hair was a bit darker than I pictured it, but extremely attractive. We got acquainted and then she had to go get changed for her stage set. She came back with a very hot looking white dress on and her hair done a little bit differently. We talked for a little while longer and then she had to go up on stage.

Girls at Bazookas do their stage sets in pairs, unless a gal requests to go solo. I was kind of hoping to watch her set, but since she was no longer seated with me her co-workers saw that it was open season.

Dancer #1: Lays hands on my table Wanna dance?
Me: Uh, no thank you.
Lifts hands from table, goes to neighboring table and repeats process.
::)

Dancer #2: Would you like a dance?
Me: Nah, not right now.
Dancer #2: Are you sure?
Me: Uhh, yeah, I’m sure.

Dancer #3: Wanna dance?
Me: Uhh, no. I’m watching the stage.
Dancer #3: Why not?
Me: Because I’m watching one of the girls on stage.

Dancer #4: How about a dance?
Me: Uhh, no thank you.
Dancer #4: What, you don’t like me?
Me: You’re fine, I just don’t want a dance right now.
Dancer #4: Should I come back later?
Me: Yeah, whatever.

Dancer #5: Wanna get molested? Interesting twist on a tired old question.
Me: Uhh, no. A gal on stage is sitting with me.

Dancer #6: How about I get you warmed up with a dance?
Me: No thanks, I had three already. By this time my no reflex was on autopilot
Dancer #6: Let me show you what she did wrong.

Finally the SW gal finishes her set, comes back to talk, and eventually pops the question. So we go in the back for three songs. Not a high mileage gal, by any means, but not too shabby a dancer. I must say, I quite enjoyed her company. We talked for a little longer back at the table afterwards, then she had to go change again.

I wouldn’t have minded a second session, but never did see her again after that. I had two more dances with one of her co-workers to top off the evening before calling it a night. It was nice meeting her.

Next episode, the less enjoyable but perhaps more amusing Iowa part of my trip. Stay tuned, if you like train wrecks.
:bitelip:

britfreak2
09-25-2004, 08:39 AM
Very very lame for a friday night last night. Total B-set night. No Miss again. She probably was tired from school and said screw it and went home instead. None, of the new girls were working. I kinda wished that Miss HNG would be working. I was in the mood to cash in my rain checks last night.

I mostly sat amongst myself. Miss NB came around for a few. She looked good. She told me that her probation gave her a wake up call to get she shit together. She&#039;s taking care of it quite well I can tell. Off she went to make her cash.

Miss J came in early than usual. She was having a real bad week she told me. It seemed to carry though the night. Let&#039;s see some asshole spilled his drink on her. She twisted her ankle up on stage.

So, since nobody was chilling with me. No Miss A. I called it a night. Very short visit. The only really exciting thing that happend. Miss Foxy coming to finish a Miss J sandwich.

FBR
09-25-2004, 09:59 AM
My son snuck out of work early yesterday. I saw him making a stealth move without saying anything to anybody. At first I thought maybe he had something to do with his SO but his personna just looked too sneaky ;) I thought "I bet his ass is heading to the club".

Being the dedicated business owner I stayed until 5&#039;ish to finish up work stuff but instead of heading home I made a bee line to the club. Sure enough, I saw his car in the parking lot :P Apples dont far fall from the tree do they ;D

I grabbed $150 out of my briefcase warchest...I wasnt planning for an extended visit but hell you can&#039;t go into battle unarmed. 150 bucks is chump change but I figured it would work for a few beers and tips.

I walked into the club, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. I spotted my favorite waitress up where they retrieve drinks near the far end of the U shaped bar. Glancing at the bar partrons I recognized some regulars along with several of the ladies chatting them up. Its funny how you can tell who the gals are even from behind. General shape, hair style and color, mannerisms...they might as well have signs hanging on their backs. I smiled after seeing several of the gals that I enjoy talking to. No Miss D but shes only works Fridays about half the time plus we didnt have a club playdate set up.

I said hi to the doorguy and looked to the right, back beyond the pool tables (yes we have pool tables but I swear to god its not a redneck bar club LOL). I saw my kid sitting there with one of his buddies. A stripper I didnt know was sitting with them and my son appeared to be talking CS to her (imagine that ;) ) He was all animated and stuff...it was fun to watch unobserved. Hes really good at it...his only problem is he doesnt have the cash to go for the touchdown if you know what I mean. Leaving work early aside, if he keeps working hard and progressing maybe that will come :)

I walked up kind of casually towards where he and his buddy were sitting. His friend spotted me first and gave my kid a gentle elbow. My son got this Oh Shit look on his face at first and then broke out in a big grin LOL He knew he was busted but what the hell he&#039;s busted me a few times leaving early. Its sort of a father-son joke ;D

I grabbed the open chair at the table, settling in. By then my waitress had spotted me and was right there ready to take my beverage order. I told her what I wanted and to also bring drinks for my kid, his friend and the dancer. That out of the way, I kicked back to enjoy the atmosphere. My son leaned over and started to tell me how he really really did get all his work done today. I have him the stern boss look at first and then laughed. How could I fault his SC weakness? Hell, he has my genes ;D

I introduced myself to the new dancer...she told me she had only been working at the club a month or so. She seemed very comfortable and familar with my son which made me wonder if he had made a few trips in without me knowing LOL Its all good :D She was really cute...blond curly hair, cute nose and really pretty blue eyes. She had a tight body and some nice boobs...I couldnt tell if they were enhanced or not since they werent magnum sized. Nice package overall...the kid has good tastes.

We all sat around and consumed the drinks just delivered by the waitress. Nice conversations back and forth but then the youngsters got on the subject of some band or whatever that I had never heard of LOL I took that opportunity to scope out who was on the stage. I saw Miss M so I excused myself to go up and tip her. She was at the far end of the stage so I stood there for a second. As soon as she saw me she hurried over. "FBR!!" she exclaimed and gave me a big hug stageside. There were several guys sitting around and were most likely pissed that she passed them to head right over to me LOL Sorry dudes ;) We exchanged pleasantries and then I slipped a $10 under her garter. I guess $10 earns you a niblet buffet because I sure go one. MMmmmmmm LOL I asked her to come over to the table if she had time later to which she agreed.

As I was heading back, I spotted Miss T sitting with a customer. I gave her a nod (I didnt want to fucko whoever she was with). She smiled brightly and stood up to give me a hug. I invited her over too but she whispered "I&#039;ve been sitting with this guy for a half hour...I know he has money" I chuckled and said no problem...go for it but if he bails come on over if you want. She gave me a kiss and went back to work.

I headed back to the table and saw that Miss L had joined the fun. As soon as I got there she gave me a big hug and kiss. I apologized for not knowing she was around but she wouldnt have any of that. "FBR" she said "I was up doing dances for this guy and saw you come in. He&#039;d done four already and wanted more but I told him I had to go potty so I could come over and see you". LMAO What Stripper Shit that was LOL Miss L NEVER turns down dances. It was cute though.

I flagged the waitress and ordered another round. My $150 was going rapidly but I had enough for a nice tiip for Miss L. I didnt tip the new stripper because I figured my kid should do that LOL Maybe next Im there and I run into her I&#039;ll stuff her garter a bit. We&#039;ll see.

Miss M did come over finally. Shes really a cutie. She moved out west about six months ago but things didnt pan out so shes back. I&#039;m really glad. I asked her to do a table dance there for me and she obliged. She kept the mileage minimal other than the quick dick stroke she gave me. I figured that was a "Ive missed you FBR" present LOL It was fun. She joined us for a quick drink but then spotted a target and excused herself. Hell, I didnt mind. If all the strippers I knew had hung out with me exclusively the money I brought in wouldnt have lasted 10 minutes LOL

I was having fun but figured it was getting close to exit time. It was an impromtu visit so I figured an hour or so was sufficient. Just then Miss N stopped by. Shes really hot and Ive know her for a long time. She remembered that Im a Moderator on our clubs website so she started talking to me about some problems shes been having. She couldnt post or retrieves PM or anything. I asked her if she logged in before trying to do that stuff. She looked at me sort of wide eyed and said "Oh....I have to log in?" Not the sharpest knife in the drawer but god shes sexy. So I gave her quick instructions on how to do it etc. She seemed to finally get it so hopefully I&#039;ll see some posts from her soon. A nice hug and lip smacker was my reward so I guess the time was well spent :P

After Miss N headed off looking for more territory to conquer, I figured it was time to roll. I was down to $20 and didnt want to leave totally flat ass broke. I said my goodbyes to everyone (reminding the kid that a little Saturday OT would be good for him) and rolled out of the club. Although I usually plan my visits carefully, sometimes a little spontaneity makes you feel good, especially at my age ;D I certainly had a good time and a $130 pop wasnt a bad deal.

FBR

Katrine
09-25-2004, 12:29 PM
Great TR! :)

mr_punk
09-25-2004, 12:51 PM
My son got this Oh Shit look on his face at first and then broke out in a big grin LOL He knew he was busted but what the hell he&#039;s busted me a few times leaving early. Its sort of a father-son joke. most fathers bond with their sons at ballgames, picnics or other family outings. FBR takes his son to the sc. what&#039;s next? did you give his own flockette for his birthday?

Adina
09-25-2004, 01:58 PM
Nice one, FBR! The apple doesn&#039;t fall far from the tree ;)