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Doc...looking forward to the next installment ;D
FBR
britfreak2
09-25-2004, 10:19 PM
Very short visit tonight. I only stayed for an hour and half. My main objective was to see Miss A tonight. I'm glad I accoplished that. We just hung out, had a few laughs, and a few dances. Another really slow night. Worst than last night. Miss A told me that she planed on coming in last night. But, decided not to because Miss K talked her out of it. I told her she didn't miss much. Everybody was having a rough night. Everybody slipping and falling on their face. Everybody was cheap except for me. Not much better than tonight.
She also told me that she is so burned out by this club. I asked her if she thought about getting out and finding a new job. She told me no because of the easy money and probably make more doing this than answering phones to get through school.
After she 3ed time up on stage within and hour and half I decided to call it a night. She wanted to try to make money tonight plus a bachlor party showed up so she has to hussle them.
Moneywise
09-25-2004, 11:24 PM
LOL. Helluva TR FBR. Your son is one lucky dude. ;D
Hurricane Ivan had just reigned his terror upon us leaving a coastal path of destruction from as far east as Panama City to as far west as Gulf Shores. I sit smack dab in the middle of those areas on the coastline. As I write this Hurricane Jeanne begins to leave her mark on this battered state. In the midst of it all, while evacuated to Georgia I thought about quite a few people including the lovely ladies of the SCs. I still haven’t seen Ms. J (21 yr old I have been working on OTC activities with). I plan to visit her club tonight.
Part 1:
I visited my ol club and connected with Ms. L Wednesday night. As I stroll in I notice Ms S sitting at a table entertaining a customer. She waves in acknowledgement, smiles, and proceeds to work her magic. A few minutes later she approaches out of nowhere. “Ms. L is here and was worried about you� she says. Ms. L and her children had ridden Ivan out with Ms. S and her baby. They had plenty of stories to tell. Ms. S excused herself and made her way back over to that table. a few minutes later Ms. L walks out of the dressing room, spots me, and immediately runs over to give me a gigantic hug. I’ll admit, I was a bit worried about her and was glad to see she was safe. We exchanged pleasantries and let each other know how glad we were to see each other. I was kind of pushed for time with the midnight curfew and all. The next hour or so began with an interesting twist. Remember, Ms. L was loaned $130 by me months ago. You remember the drama that unfolded afterwards. Well, she must have truly been glad to see me.
MW: Let’s go in the back.
VIP?
MW: No.
Let’s go to the VIP.
MW: Uhmmmm ok. I’ll play along.
She walks over to my favorite manager and whispers in his ear. She was next to go up on stage. She returns and takes my hand.
Let’s go.
She leads me back to the VIP room.
We’re going to the VIP but you aren’t paying me for it. Get it? All you have to pay for are the dances.
MW: OK!
She proceeds to give me one of her most progressive lap dances to date. There was lots of mutual fondling. The manager walks by while her nipple is in my mouth. I’m always looking out for her. I immediately straighten up.
Don’t worry about him. He doesn’t care. He’s trying to make money.
MW: Works for me.
The nipple goes back in the mouth. She has two wonderfully augmented breasts with large areolas. I’m a sucker for areolas. I’m busy sucking her breast and softly flicking my tongue across her buried nipple. She arches her back as if to say bring it on baby. The next thing I know my hand is caressing her thigh while moving around to massage the rim of her thong. She leans back to place herself in a very vulnerable CG position.
MW: You can put it in my mouth if you want to (referring to that cute ass pussy of hers).
(blushing) “You’re so bad� she says as she moves her crotch closer to my mouth. After that first dance we’re sitting and chatting. Thankfully we’ve moved way past the stage of her pouring her personal problems out to me. I guess she now realizes I have full control over my wallet.
You never used to be this bad. I’m not saying it’s a “bad� thing to be bad. You’re bad like me.
This was the first time she had identified herself as “bad�. I caught it and saved it in the memory bank.
MW: What do you mean? (looking as innocent as ever)
You look innocent but I know better. You used to be the nicest guy in the world. Now you’re a dog. How could I ever believe you were worried about me during the storm.
MW: I was worried about you. I thought about you often.
I was probably just a passing thought.
MW: it’s not even like that. I was really worried.
I was worried about you too. I was over ay my girl’s house riding it out. I’ve been there for days now. The kids have been driving me up the wall. I can’t blame them though. They have so much tension they would love to go out side and relive.
MW: Do you need to relieve some tension?
Yes (surprised by the question).
The conversation is getting deep and we’re arm in arm.
I have my days where I want to just call you and work you over.
MW: I bet you’d love to abuse me.
She grins as I rub my hands on her inner thighs.
I wanted to call you so badly.
MW: Sure. Whatever.
Really! I picked up the phone a couple of times.
I immediately changed the conversation. and began asking about her mother, grandmother, etc. She must have danced 4 times during those thirty minutes. I gave her $40..lol
Do you want to stay back here for another thirty?
MW: I’m not paying any VIP money.
Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered. Just buy me a couple of drinks.
MW: Sureee.
She danced twice for me during that second half hour. I slipped her $7 as we were about to leave the VIP room.
That’s all you’re going to give me?
MW: Yes. I then slip her another three to make ten and motion to hug and leave.
1 hour in the VIP. $50 spent on dances and $10 on drinks.
She treated me exceptionally well tonight. I know she could have used the money but went with it. We hugged and said our goodbyes. I was just glad to see she was alright.
Fast forward to tonight (Saturday night).
Part 2:
As I walked into Ms J’s club I scan and spot her entertaining some customer. She doesn’t immediately notice me because I was wearing a baseball cap with the bill pulled down. Some call it incognito. I call it supporting my team.
After about ten minutes and a couple of drinks I look over in her direction. Her face lights up. That smile is to die for.
She walks over and makes herself comfortable standing between my legs. I hug her and tell her how glad I am to see her. This girl is so hot. She had evacuated and upon returning had no power for a couple of days.
I so wanted to text message you. I’ve grown to love our little text messages. Unfortunately my $900 cellular phone bill doesn’t allow that to happen. Her phone had been shut off for about a month now. I simply told her she needed to better manage her time. This comment was met with a smile and a nod.
She goes on to tell me about her adventures trying to take cold showers. I had no problem with the cold showers for a couple of days while they worked to restore power to our area. That must be the old military troop in me.
God. I get so tired of letting these old fat men touch me. It’s so good to see you. One of the other SCs was destroyed and we’ve gotten inundated with girls from that club. Go home already.
We sit and talk while holding hands. Apparently my body is very warm. She snuggles up to me. While holding my hand she runs her middle finger back and forth over the palm of my hand.
MW: (laughing) Back when I was in high school that meant you wanted to fuck me.
Really? I do that all the time. I do want to though. How big did you say you were?
MW: I don’t measure it. I’m fairly large.
Is it thick?
MW: It’s very thick.
She slides her hand down and runs it over my semi rigid cock.
“Damn� she says with a grin of approval.
That’s the coke man over there.
She points to an elderly well dressed gentleman sitting at a table with a hot blonde.
MW: I guess that’s his coke fiend sitting with him.
Yep.
MW: Let’s go get comfortable for a minute.
She leads me back to the LD room. While we sit and chat she jokes around with another girl who is in the act of giving a LD to a guy that was obviously seeing stars. While we chat my hand is rubbing up and down the small of her back. I move my hand down into the crest of her thong and begin to massage the crack of her ass. She leans forward to allow lower access. We’re sitting in the perfect spot for this as the bounder is shielded from seeing any of this. When she leans over I slide my middle finger down and softly massage her starfish. We make small talk and smile at each other as if to acknowledge our little secret. Damn. She has the softest butt. My hand is completely buried in the back of her spandex pant covered thong. I slide my finger a little lower and softly rub the outside of her pussy. This is really turning me on. She takes notice, grabs my pole, and smiles.
As the song begins she whispers in my ear “Since I know you I can let loose in here�.
MW: You can let it all hang out if you want to. I just don’t want you to get in any trouble.
The bouncer that’s usually closely watching the room when she dances for me appears to be distracted tonight by something else. I take advantage and run my tongue up and down the length of her breast. She offers it to me. I slowly sucked as she grinded in my lap CG style. She turns her back to me and offers me her ass. I grab her long brunette hair and pull it as if to pull her down onto me. This was the first time I had ever grabbed her hair. Our eyes met in the mirror as she exhibited a look of surprise and satisfaction. She liked the hair pull. Afterwards I give her $20 of which she gives 5 to the bouncer. I also tipped the bouncer to show my appreciation for his discretion. It was time for her to hit the stage. I tipped her 5-8 at the rail and received some progressive “ATFlike� treatment while she was on the stage. Afterwards she returns and sits in my lap. It’s 11:35pm and the 12 midnight – 7am curfew is fast approaching.
MW: I’m going to head out. I’ve got to beat the curfew.
Yeah. Unfortunately we close at 1am and I will have to drive through the county after curfew.
MW: You can always stop by my house. I’m 10 minutes away. (She lives 45 mins from where she works).
I would definitely take you up on that offer if I didn’t have Ms. A riding with me.
(I had met Ms. A earlier via ms J) Ms. A is a beautiful Asian delight with short brunette hair and a petite little body that was virtually flawless. She sat with us for a few minutes earlier and it was all I could do to avoid making extended eye contact with her.
Since Ms. J’s phone is cutoff she really has no way to communicate. She lives with her parents so talking over that phone is not going to happen. I simply told her I would see her later and to text message me anytime. We hugged and went our separate ways. I’m going to hit that. I definitely will not make the mistake of offering her money for time again. Once timing is right I believe my first Holy Grail will happen..lol
Dent for the night: $20 dance, $40 drinks, $5 tip for the bouncer.
Mother Nature can’t hold me down.
MW :P
kitana
09-27-2004, 02:31 PM
Damn, MW I am hooked on your TR's almost as much as my soaps! LOL I just wish all of us could get together one night and give an unsuspecting SC a helluva time!
That would be the Mother of all TR's!!
Which should actually be pretty easy for a few of us, (me, Mad, FBR....) since we live so close to each other.
Keep 'em cumming!
Kitana
Moneywise
09-27-2004, 03:59 PM
Kitana,
MY goal is to get that first post in the HG section. I have my hard hat on and work is in progress. ;)
IACali
09-28-2004, 11:55 AM
Ahhhh, Doc, I missed you in Iowa? Crap!! We had talked about it a bit in chat one night, but with all my computer problems, we never worked out details. So sad. :(
Can't wait to read the Iowa post!! Did you hit the Lumberyard? Make it into eastern Iowa at all? I'm almost scared to know the drama you endured at the hands of these hick strippers.... LOL....
Kali
Chili Palmer
09-28-2004, 01:37 PM
Okay, here's one part TR, part HG. Read 'em and weep, gentlemen.
Thursday evenings are my play nights. As I usually get an early start, what I do is start off with one of my former favorite clubs, a topless joint that serves as an excellent staging area for the rest of my horndogging endeavors. I stopped going to this club regularly back in the late 90s for one simple reason: Mileage came to LA, and passed this club by like a Red Sox fan waiting for a world championship.
The club itself is more working class/business class, but is constantly busy. I made it to the club at 5:00, and had difficulty finding a parking spot. Girls do four songs total, switching between two stages, and have the option of keeping their tops on (but paying a higher stage fee to the club). Personally, I'll never reward a dancer who won't go topless with any laps, regardless of how she looks. Dances are $10 each, fully clothed, no touching rule enforced by bouncers literally standing next to you throughout the club.
The thing I love about this club is that is has enough silicone in it to seal about 20 Morton-Thiokol space shuttle O-rings, with enough left over for a couple of Saturn V boosters. Lots and lots of eye candy, and a concomitant per capita fucko ratio that is out of this world (another ding).
So, I settle in my spot on the long couch lining the rear wall, when BAM! like Michael Corleone first laying eyes on Apolonia in Sicily, a super busty, fiery redhead walks by my spot. I am totally gone. (Note to Moneywise: this is the archetypal CP bodytype: Latina, overinflated implants, bubble butt, dark skin, full lips.) She talks animatedly with the manager, then it's her turn to go onstage. No one rails dancers at this club, so I am risking my prized couch spot by going down to drop off some dinero. She sees me, grabs my money with her oversized breasts and then asks me if she could join me for some laps when she got offstage. I told her that was why I came to see her, and she just beamed.
[Parenthetical alert to dancers: When a guy tips you and you don't ask him for a lap, you are costly yourselves money. Any basic marketing course will tell you the number one way to make money is ask people who have already given you money for more. If I am coming up to the stage to tip you, then I probably will buy laps from you, too. More than one. It amazes me how few dancers actually ask this simple question time after time, club after club I go to.]
Her stage set finishes, she looks for me, comes over and sits on my lap. She speaks Spanglish english, but we get each other understood. Turns out the manager had just bitched her out because she had accidentally caused a beer to spill on another customer, so she was feeling down until I came up to her. I attempt to raise her self-esteem even more by getting some laps, and she is happy to oblige.
By song two, we are lightly kissing...she is also doing a very nice RCG grind with stickshifting...a very pleasant surprise. By song four she is popping her nipples out of her bra and allowing me to feed, and on song five she rolls down the front of her panties and gives me access to the honeypot. All this while a bouncer is standing about 4 feet from us (I actually got two warnings from him to keep my hands down...oops!). We complete 10 songs and she slips me the tongue, and resumes her place on my lap. Not bad for a very low mileage club.
I ask her if she enjoyed the laps as much as I did (the lubrication was a giveaway), and then ask if she ever performs outside the club for her "special" customers. Long pause, then a very quiet "Si."
"Am I a special customer?"
"Si."
"Would you like to see me?"
"Si."
"Where?"
"Near my house."
"When? How about tomorrow?" (MW: close the deal, dude...ya gotta ask tie down questions).
"Si."
"10:00 work for you"
"Si. Let me give you my cell phone." Now she wants to make sure I will call her.
"I will make feel so good baby, we are going to have a great time. I will dress up for you, bring the condoms (ka-ching!). We will have fun. You call me baby, okay?"
"Si." (with a wink and a kiss)
***
Friday morning arrives and I drive to the rendezvous spot. She rolls in 20 minutes late ("I wanted to make sure I was extra clean for you"), we make out in her car for a few minutes, then I follow her to the motel down the street. I pay the clerk $25 for a couple of hours, she grabs her bags and follows me in. We make out some more, then she excuses herself to go change into her "outfit." She comes out wearing one of those spangly 1-piece stripper outfits made popular by the Hollywood Tropicana, boobs just bursting from the 1 inch strip covering 'em. She flips that aside, lets me suck on 'em for real, then pushes me on the bed and starts to blow me. She is from th nasty sloppy saliva dripping school of BJs, and I am grateful, but don't want to cum laude just yet. My turn to reciprocate, and she is clean, inside and out...both holes. She's getting into it, guiding me, scratching m head/back a little, then asks me to fuck her. On goes the wrapper, we bang away Doggie, CG, RCG, sidesaddle. After about 40 minutes, she needs a rests, asks if I want to finish on her tits. I acquiesce, remove the wrapper, she gets some lotion and we go Russian for awhile. Finally, she has me lay back, lubes me up some more and starts with a world class HJ. Long slow strokes, alternating hands, plenty of action for the boys, fingernails across the stomach and thighs, the whole enchilada. She slows down and makes me beg for release, finally ending in what was for me one of my best orgasms in the last 2-3 years. I am fucken spent.
We clean up, take a shower together (more necking), then finally part, promising another rematch. All-in-all, a pretty good morning.
CP
Katrine
09-28-2004, 07:31 PM
That's H-O-T!
Moneywise
09-28-2004, 09:12 PM
That's the shit right there CP. I like those "tie down" questions.
Casual Observer
09-28-2004, 09:27 PM
<S> CP
mr_punk
09-28-2004, 10:26 PM
Parenthetical alert to dancers: When a guy tips you and you don't ask him for a lap, you are costly yourselves money. Any basic marketing course will tell you the number one way to make money is ask people who have already given you money for more. If I am coming up to the stage to tip you, then I probably will buy laps from you, too. More than one. It amazes me how few dancers actually ask this simple question time after time, club after club I go to.shit, i thought it was just me. i agree, for some reason it's something that rarely happens. what usually happens is that i tip the dancer. she thanks me and instead of asking me for a dance. she tries continues on with set. i have to freaking stop her before she moves on. i may not pay much attention to stage dances, but that doesn't mean i don't look. i may not watch her whole performance, but if i see something i like. i'm not just getting off my ass to just tip her.
I ask her if she enjoyed the laps as much as I did (the lubrication was a giveaway), and then ask if she ever performs outside the club for her "special" customers. Long pause, then a very quiet "Si."and that's all it really takes. chutzpah and a little money, of course. as usual, a nice TR, CP.
Katrine
09-28-2004, 11:54 PM
Parenthetical alert to dancers: When a guy tips you and you don't ask him for a lap, you are costly yourselves money. Any basic marketing course will tell you the number one way to make money is ask people who have already given you money for more. If I am coming up to the stage to tip you, then I probably will buy laps from you, too. More than one. It amazes me how few dancers actually ask this simple question time after time, club after club I go to.
Yes, I do this all the time. Often though lots and lots of guys tip me onstage, and its hard to remember where all of them are sitting in a huge and crowded club......
The one that tips me the most and waits for me near stages is usually the winner!
Also, its great to be at a club where they don't make you do more than 2 stages at a time!
Finally, customers (men) all start to look alike after awhile and I totally forget what a customer looks like the minute they walk away often, so that is another problem for dancers.........
Here are a few TR's from the past month. I've just
been reading everyone else's and decided it was time
to stop being lazy.
My favorite club is going up in smoke, fast! There
were more dancers than customers on this Monday night.
I know, I know, why did you go on a Monday night? It
was the only time I could get out and me being a bone
head let my friend talk me into coming here instead of
the 2 for 1 club up the street.
Most of the dancers looked bored and didn't even
bother to come over for the longest time. Miss I
stared her stage. She was the best thing happening
from my point of view. She was cute but had 4
piercings. When she came over to pick up a tip she
removed her G and said "oh, looks like you found my
5th!" Wow, I wasn't used to seeing clean shaved
cookies on the topless stage. I felt so special. Come
to find out, dancers are allowed to do nude dances on
the main stage if the nude room is closed.
I went back to my seat and Grumpy C sat with us. All I
heard was Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah... "the golf game is
taking all of the business,the new addition is going
to have pool tables taking more of the business and
I'm going to quit pretty soon." (thinking) Just quit
now and give my ears a break!! Thankfully, Miss I came
over and I asked her to dance for me before she had a
chance to get dressed.
Would you like me to get dressed so I can strip for
you or do you just want me to stay like this and get
down to business?
Me: Stay just the way you are!
Ok, lets go! (grabs my hand and leads me to the
couches.)
Her dances were average but she was really cute so I
did a couple and quit.
She came down and sat with us but ended up taken a
liken to my bud. She spent the rest of the night in
his lap.
I'm like, "What's wrong with this picture?? I tip her
then give her $$ for dances and she spends the rest of
the night with him." I started getting nightmare
flashbacks from high school so I got up and went for a
walk.
I saw this redhead by the bar. She was cute but kinda
plain chatting with some old guy. I went to the rest
room and when I came back she had changed and was on
stage. Yahooo!! a white fishnet outfit with teeny
shorts over it. I tripped over a table and 3 chairs
trying to get back to the stage. I tipped her and
asked her to find me when she was done. She said she
had one in front of me but she would after that. Well,
I stayed for another hour and never saw her again.
You aren't supposed to get bummed out at a SC but I
was getting that feeling. I better get back there quick!
Stay Tuned!
SportsWriter2
09-29-2004, 06:26 AM
CP, excellent blended TR/HG report. My fun times are almost always blended.
From the ESPN3 highlight tape:
* Miss Monday Lunch missed her "call me" deadline Sunday afternoon, so I hit a club. First dollar went to a new sweetie who fed me nipple at the stage. She had already started lunch, so we ate together.... Some guy followed her home, so she called the cops, but in the process her family found out what she was doing, so they kicked her out. She met a young dude at the club and moved in with him, "I think it might have been too soon." ::) ($11)
* Just before we finish lunch, my FLF (favorite little freak) calls. She needs $200 to pay late probation fees or be arrested (MA charges $25/mo). It was about assualt; she plea bargained out of the deadly weapon part.... I was in the mood for a cute puppy who fetches whatever I toss to earn rewards. As soon as she put the collar on, the cell phone in her bag starts to ring. She rolls her eyes as she talks to the ex-BF and says she can't see him cuz she has things to do. She hangs up and sez, "He thinks I'm doin someone." For the next two hours the phone rings every two minutes.
She wants to play a game: "Every time it rings, I want to... [FTB]."
Me: "Why not turn the phone OFF?"
FLF: "I like to hear it ring. That way I know he's pissed. It's his phone; he's paying for it.
* Two hours later, she leaves for the courthouse and I put my PETCO stuff back in the bag. ($200 plus $59 for the room.)
In another 20 minutes, I'm with my ultimate GFE in another club. I called her cell phone to make sure she was ready. She's INTENSE. I love the look on her face when she says, "I wanna hold back" and she can't. ($105 for the CR package. The LOOK is priceless.)
Elapsed time: 3:52. I save minutes by making all the arrangements while driving. Burn rate: slightly less than $100/hr.
Katrine
09-29-2004, 01:03 PM
Damn you really know where to find the fucked up freaky chicks Sporty! Its so sickening yet titillating ;)
doc-catfish
09-29-2004, 05:22 PM
Ahhhh, Doc, I missed you in Iowa? Crap!! We had talked about it a bit in chat one night, but with all my computer problems, we never worked out details. So sad. :(
Can't wait to read the Iowa post!! Did you hit the Lumberyard? Make it into eastern Iowa at all?
Kali, I never did get the time to head over to Hawkeye land (thats Iowa City for you out-of-staters), so you didn't miss anything. Kind of wish I had kept driving on Sunday though.
I'm almost scared to know the drama you endured at the hands of these hick strippers.... LOL....
Bah, I'm used to hick strippers. Here's the TR. ;)
Sunday Got into Des Moines about 6. I came here to do some scouting on a BYOB club called the Lumber Yard which has become a regional legend in its short time, but that was on tap for tomorrow night. Tonight I decided to just hit whatever joint was closest to the motel. I was a bit trepidacious
about going anywhere because I’ve never had much luck on Sundays.
I decided to head to Beach Girls (http://www.beachgirlsbar.com), one of the few alcohol clubs remaining in Des Moines (many are going BYOB due to strict liquor laws), isn’t a bad looking establshment. Located on “Clearwater Beach� (which looked more like a fishing hole), the place was literally out in the middle of nowhere. Not bad décor inside and only a $3 cover, but that’s about where the good things ended.
I wasn’t sure at first if this place was a stripper bar or a pool hall. There were about 20 guys in attendance, but I’d say about 15 of them were playing pool at one of the four tables in the back. Some even brought their own cues like there was a league going on? Who the hell pays a cover charge to play pool at a run down SC in the middle of nowhere?
Then I sat what seemed like forever to get a drink, before finally going up to the bar and getting it myself. Oh, there was a waitress, but she was too busy bullshitting with another employee to notice that I had come in And then there were the dancers. Quite possibly some of the scariest dancers I have even seen since BJ’s Hideaway in Lincoln, Nebraska closed down (perhaps this is where they eventually went). I only saw four of them, and I can honestly saw there wasn’t a gal above a ‘5’ in the whole lot. I really had nothing else to do tonight and not being particularly familiar with the layout of the town, didn’t want to get lost finding another club, so I tried to stick it out.
Finally though, circumstances forced me to hit the ejection seat. The third dancer, (and I use the term dancer lightly because this gal who was 50 pounds overweight, had no rhythm whatsoever), just lay down on the stage and began talking to some redneck customer seated alongside it for the entire last two songs of her set. Then the one gal who hadn’t been on stage yet, just sat down at my table (without asking), introduced herself, and suggested that I buy her a shot. This gal must have at least forty, had three piercings between her nose and lips, and more tats on her right arm, than Tommy Lee has on his entire body.
Me: I’d better get going.
Dancer: Oh, come on. You can at least buy me a shot before you go.
Me: No thanks. I REALLY got to get going.
So I left (after what couldn‘t have been more than a ½ hour, went back to the motel and watched HBO the rest of the night. It was only 10:00 for crying out loud! I had spent a whopping eight bucks at Beach Girls. Eight! This was the exact same amount I won at the craps at a casino in KC before I skipped town. Somebody upstairs was looking out for me. So word up if you’re ever in Des Moines, avoid the joint.
Monday
This was Lumber Yard (http://iwantwood.com/lumberyard1a.htm) night. I had heard a lot of hype about this establishment since it opened a couple years ago. Probably the most unique club website name and club logo that, I've ever seen. --> http://iwantwood.com. LY is BYOB and I kind of have an aversion to BYOB clubs because each one seems to have their own rules on what they will or will not let you bring in to drink, including non-alcoholic beverages. I planned on calling the club in advance to see if they had a soda/juice bar or if I could bring my own. Finding the clubs phone number was an ordeal in itself. For whatever reason the LY was listed under ‘E’ in the yellow pages for ‘Entertainment-Adult‘. I call to find out that there’s no juice bar, but they do have vending machines. I can bring any N/A beverage as long as it’s a single serving container ( no 2 liter bottles).
Had dinner at Hooters before heading to the club which was fucking packed because the Vikings were on Monday Night Football. They were having a big radio promotion there, and there's nothing more annoying than some obnoxious DJ disrupting my supper. I ate my Philly cheese steak, curly fries and got the hell out of there.
I usually hit clubs about 9:00 because I feel it’s the best time to hit, have a good time for 2-3 hours, and get home before all the damned psycho drunkards get out on the highway. Being a BYOB joint, the LY was open till 3 AM. I was fearing it would be crowded because of the game, but lo and behold there were plenty of parking spaces. I guess all the men in town were at Hooters.
I get inside and see what has to be the most bewildering layout of a SC I had ever seen. Stages were on three different levels, and the additional levels went down not up. I’m not talking a foot or two between levels, but I’d say an entire half story of the building. From the top tier stage seats, you couldn’t see the stages below you except for the poles. I swear the place was longer vertically than horizontally. Aesthetically speaking, it better resembled the Winchester Mystery House than a strip club.
As for the dancers, well it appeared that I got here too early instead of too late. The first four gals were nothing to shout about. One gal dressed in Goth attire took the stage, who had a tattoo across her abdomen the size of an armchair cover. No one was tipping her so one of her BLT’s gets up and puts two dollars in front of everyone on the stage, and I mean everybody. Hey, its his money.
None of the gals are approaching for dances (apparently Chili and Punk aren’t the only ones griping about this), and I’m beginning to wonder if I’m going to bust out twice in two nights. As usual I have to take the initative and make the damned proposition myself, provided that I can find someone worth asking. I think those Texas strippers spoiled me eye candy wise, I hope that I can go back to enjoying the 6's and 7's that I'm used to at home.
Finally, after enduring not so spectacular girls for an hour (full nudity sometimes isn't such a great thing) a hot, busty brunette takes the stage (I suspect this gal is also registered at SW, but can’t confirm it). I also see other gals in street attire, with gym bags heading upstairs to the dressing room. Apparently the night shift girls don’t start until 10:00 here. I decide that its lap time, so I move up to the stage, put a five spot on the rail and wait my turn.
The top tier stage here is an abomination, a big long runway stage about 15-20 seats long, with only one dancer on it. The lighting isn’t better. Therefore if you'r near one end, if the dancer is collecting tips down at the other, you can’t see shit. I like my clubs dark in the private areas, but not at the stage. So despite a three song set, busty brunette cleaned up on stage tips, but never got to me. Thankfully, I caught her eye before she left and popped that inane question “you free for dances?�. Hey, it got the job done, and I saved five bucks on stage.
After freshening up, she leads me downstairs, ALL the way downstairs to the private dance room, an actual PD room, not the "partitioned area" that I usually see around these parts. Big cushy (yet highly worn) mini-couches to relax in. She states the terms of sale. Topless dances, $25/ea, touching allowed except for boobs and kitty. I pay my fave at home $25 for a no touch public dance, so this was an improvement. Nothing stupendous mileage wise, but very sensual. Bought three dances from her, and gave her $80.
Its funny how when you’re at a SC, that once you start buying dances, the aversion other dancers may have in approaching you goes away. So from that point forward, getting dance requests was rather easy. Of course, I couldn’t go the trip without running into a shark.
The first three gals I bought dances from were great, and I saw a hot blonde doing some athletic pole work. I tipped her, she asked me for dances after her set, and we went back downstairs. Then I hear, the words every customer hates to hear. “$25 up front please�. The first three gals hadn’t asked for the money upfront, so I was a little perturbed., “You can’t be too careful, you know� she told me. This was really killing my mood, but like an idiot I reluctantly got the $25 out and gave it to her.
Then the dance started. About ten seconds in she tells me that she isn’t feeling 100% because she just got over a cold. Oh, now you tell me since I handed over the money. Why are you telling me this? That about ensured that this was going to be a single dance sale. Good looking gal, but very lackluster in the mileage and personality departments. That’s the second ROB, I’ve hit in a row when asked to prepay, so I think that I’m going to revise my personal policy on the matter from:
1. prepaying for one dance only to:
2. unless I know that its club policy, forget about it.
I can understand the gal’s concern about getting stiffed, but we customers can’t be too careful either. Not the way that I wanted to put a cap on the evening’s festivities.
:banghead:
Frankly, I think that I’m all strippered out for awhile, so we’ll see how long I can hold out without a little lap lovin‘. I'm also over budget again, so I'm gonna try to hold out until my birthday trip. Unfortunately, thats in December. Wish me luck.
:hyper:
Richard_Head
09-29-2004, 09:12 PM
Excellent TR's guys :thumbsup:!
I've had some unexpected expenses cut into my play money lately so being the responsible sort I've had to cut back on my SC visits a bit.
Last night though I needed to get out so I headed off to one of my favorite clubs, I got there around 9pm found my favorite spot open, had a beer at my table in no time (I love hot, efficient cocktail waitresses :lovestruck:), and just chilled for a bit.
It didn't take long for Ms. C to hit the stage, on one of my recent TR's I mentioned that she had packed on about 30 pounds after an unfortunate incarceration, she's lost about 10 of the 30 but she's still far from what she used to be (toned as hell). Despite the added weight I tipped her a couple of bucks on stage and she stopped by my table right after her stage set, I know I'm a sucker but she's always given some great dances in the past and I was hoping to get some female prison stories out of her ;), plus I want to stay on her good side while she gets back into fighting shape. Dances were okay.
Ms J was then called to stage, this girl is very nicely toned, I immediately hit the stage to tip her, she really earns her stage tips. I asked her to stop by if she gets a chance and she said she would, she's very popular though and seems to have LOTS of regulars so it's often a good wait. Needless to say, it was a bit of a wait for her to make her way back. I kept busy though as Ms R stopped by, Ms R is brunette, about 5'7', toned, tanned, she's got a perfect BA. Excellent dances again, she didn't disappoint, lots of contact, nice conversation (she works out at the same gym as I do). Not long after Ms R left Ms J finally made her way over, this girl can really get me worked up, her eyes are just incredible, they can literally melt me, she's not big on conversation but I could care less as the dances were, and always are, excellent.
I was getting ready to leave when I noticed Ms A wandering about, Ms A is as much responsible as any dancer for turning me into a SCJ, she's my very first FAVORITE dancer, I used to stop into this club on my way home from work all the time just to see her. She's maybe 5'7, light brown hair, thin, excellent BA, tight ass, toned firm abs, and again eyes that just melt me. I hadn't seen her in what must have been 8-9 months and had assumed she quit, thankfully that's not the case, she's just been working the earlier shift (which I have a hard time getting in at), her dances were as good as I remembered ;D, damn I'm going to have to start getting in earlier again.
That's it, that's my TR. I'm going to vegas again next weekend, it may be hard to get a SC visit in though with the company I will be with, like any good SCJ I will have to be resourceful to make it work, wish me well.
Moneywise
09-30-2004, 04:44 AM
I would imagine being a "special customer" entails much more than money. When I walk into the club both my old fave whom I have grown weary of (though she still give a helluva LD esp. in the VIP) and the illustrious Ms J light up like high beams. Perhaps it's the money I carry in my pocket. ::)
It might also be the personality I carry which I would imagine offers a little departure from the norm for the both of them. I love to make them laugh and am a great listener. Some people just need someone to talk to that they know will not be judgemental. Sure, I have my alterior motives but I never make that totally obvious in the club. They both know I am sexual by nature and a lil freaky. :-* I also always carry some decent green. I think the key is they both know I am worthy of their trust. This obviously isn't as important as putting food on their tables (or weed in their lungs) but does also contribute. 8)
MW
SportsWriter2
09-30-2004, 10:24 AM
CP has said he pays the going escort rate. I think he was trying to show how quickly one can gain "special" customer status with a hottie. He proved his comp in the dances. 8)
To some dancers, 50% of customers can be "special," while others limit themselves to one favorite or just a few. I look for slender, pretty dancers with good reputations who are secretly freaks. :o
I have a favorite that someone else worships as a sweet little angel, but she's secretly a sweet little freak. ;)
Chili Palmer
09-30-2004, 03:45 PM
Sporty is correct. When I talk price with a dancer, if she understands the POP index for LA, then we'll knock boots. If not, there's always more laps down the road.
My point was not to prove what a stud I am, but to demonstrate to Moneywise that the only way to go to bed with a dancer is to ask her, not be all cute and shit, as he is wont to do. You'll get some "nos", some yesses who cancel or back out, and then some yesses who make you glad to be an American. But ya gotta ask.
CP
Katrine
09-30-2004, 04:47 PM
Great TR boys! Glad to know that ya'll are still enjoying the clubs considering how much ya'll complain LOL ;)
And Doc, come back to Texas anytime doll, we're waiting for you!
Money and Sporty, I hear what your saying but I think this was the 1st time Chili hooked up with this dancer, right Chili?? That's why I'm thinking it was all about asking her to meet OTC and the $$
Chili Palmer
09-30-2004, 09:36 PM
espy:
It's about recognizing opportunity and taking advantage of it. Because she was sooooo my type, I would have gotten at least five dances from this chick even if she just gave me the standard air/mild grind dance that this club is known for.
Once she kept raising the bar, it was apparent there was more to be had, if only I asked. So I asked. Vidi, vici, veni (and yes I got the order purposely juggled).
CP
mr_punk
10-01-2004, 08:05 PM
It's about recognizing opportunity and taking advantage of it.
Once she kept raising the bar, it was apparent there was more to be had, if only I asked.listen up, MW. Chili makes a very good point. if a dancer is already giving you some serious mileage during an LD. why not ask for more? quit trying to be so suave bolla and ask already. ;D
Moneywise
10-01-2004, 11:20 PM
It Friday night and the time is ripe for a Ms. J visit. After reading CP’s post I let his words sink in. It is time to raise the bar. I stopped in tonight with full intentions to establish an OTC hookup.
The parking lot is full and the house is packed. Ms. J has just recently turned 21 so she’s now “officially� of legal drinking age. When I arrive she is nowhere to be found. I notice both of her “club ladyfriends� in the house which tells me she is also in attendance. I ordered a nice Vodka & Tonic and sat at the bar. This isn’t my regular club of frequency so I find myself seeing more and more interesting business transactions taking place. Some of these girls are all about the hustle. That’s cool. Work is work.
After a few minutes she appears from the $20 dance room. As she’s walking in my direction she sees me and lights up. The next thing I know she is in my lap and hugging me as though we hadn’t seen each other in ages. Hell, I was just in there last Saturday night. I love the greetings though. ;D
MW: What’s up girl?
I’m so glad you stopped by tonight. This guy just nutted all over himself in the pvt dance room. Ewwwwwwww! That’s one sick m*other f*cker. I told him he was gross and left. It’s not like I talk dirty or anything. I just dance and he surely doesn’t get anything close to what you get.
MW: (laughing uncontrollably) :D :D :D
It’s a Friday night, end of the month, and I know the girls need to get their hustle on. We’ve snuggled for a good while now. A couple of her “girls� have walked up and chatted with her about the usual drama. She introduces them both to me. One decided to snuggle up to me. “You’d better get off of him. That’s my man� she says jokingly. She excuses herself a few times to do roll call, touch base with some dude, and chatter with one of the girls. When she walked away some guy grabbed her arm and asked her something. She returns to tell me he began the conversation with “Do you remember the other night you were drunk and took my cigarettes�? What an icebreaker.
I ordered both she and her GF a couple of Cuervo shots and whisper in her ear letting her know we’re hitting the champagne room tonight. There cheapest bottle is $125 and has my name written all over it. She knows it’s all about the privacy. I didn’t necessarily have to hit the champagne room but wanted her to be in a more comfortable setting when I began to elevate the conversation.
As soon as we sit down the waitress pours our glasses and scurries away. No sooner than that waitterss broke the plane of the entryway Ms J’s tongue was down my throat..lol She rode me CG while we kissed deeply. She loves to bite. She slowly moves down until my body until her mouth is inches away from my cock which by this time has become engorged.
“I love to bite everywhere except here� she says as she takes the tip of my cock into her mouth through my shorts. She them moves her mouth down and takes a good part of the shaft from the side into her mouth through my pants while looking up at me with the most devilish of grins. ;D
After a round of champagne she stands with her back to me and bends over to expose her lovely ass. I reach under and run a finger along the outside of her pussy from behind. It’s warm and a bit moist down there. She them leans back and DFKs me with her head rested on my shoulder while one hands give one of her nipples attention and the other hand massages her pussy through her thong.
One customer paid me $800 just to kiss me in here.
(I’ve learned to take everything as if I were playing poker)
MW: Really? lucky guy I guess.
Nah. He was an idiot. You make the time pass so much easier.
MW: I’m glad you enjoy me just as much as I enjoy you.
She dances again for me this time CG with her thong pulled down a bit. I reach down and pull her thong out to expose her lovely pussy. God… It’s shaved and looks oh so edible. She writhes with pleasure as I toy around with her pussy making gestures with my tongue. She looks around and suddenly brings it very close to my mouth. I took the opportunity to move her thong aside and expose her lovely lips. MMMMMMMM is all I could think of at the time. She’s bent over backwards with her arms on the floor. I reach down and pull her to me to put her back in a CG position.
I love that. You’re so strong.
MW: Do you consider me “special�?
Hell yeah I do. The average guy wouldn’t get away with even half of what you do. You’re so hot. (reaching down and taking a handful of cock while she talks to me)
God you’re really thick. Can I touch it? Check the door and make sure no one comes in.
MW: Alright.
She then pulls my pants away from my tummy and reaches into my boxers. She grabs ahold of my cock and grins a sheepish little grin. Damn. You’re gigantic. What size is it?
MW: I don’t measure anything. Let’s just say it will fill you rather nicely. It’s not all about size though. It’s about what you do with it.
I so want to fuck you. When we finally do fuck it’s going to be crazy. There’s just so much attraction between the two of us. 8)
MW: Let’s get together.
Ok.
MW: Where?
Well, definitely not at my house (she lives with her parents)
MW: We could get something closeby.
Let’s get a room. Something nice though. That’s only if you don’t want to take me to your place. (I prefer not to the first time so I press the hotel idea)
MW: I’ll secure a nice room with a view in town.
Ok.
MW: When do you want to hook up? Is tomorrow good?
No. Let’s do Sunday.
MW: Ok. What time Sunday?
7.
MW: Alright cool.
I have one major request. We have to use condoms. It’s not like I fuck customers from the club or anything. Please don’t get that impression.
MW: Sure. Of course not. I am always protected. I’ll bring plenty of condoms. 8)
Ok. That's great. I'm glad you are big on protection.
The DJ then calls her up to the stage to do a two girl set.
Are you going to stay here until I come back? (we’ve been in there a good 30)
MW: Well, I was going to leave.
No. Stay until I come back ok. (pouting)
MW: Sure.
After her set she returns and flops down in the chair next to me obviously spent from the stage set. She returns with one of the t-shirts they normally try to sell for $20 during roll call.
I just bought you a t-shirt. (more like a tank top w/ the club name/logo on it)
MW: (holding it up) I want you to wear this on Sunday.
Ok. I will. I’m sure it won’t last long. (smirking) I’m sooo tired. (guzzling the last of her champagne)
She then leans over towards me. I lean over as well. It’s almost as though we were the only two in the club. Our eyes were locked. I caress her cheek and we, once again, go in to some serious DFK. :heartbeat:
MW: So you’re going to call me Sunday?
I’m going to call you tomorrow and Sunday.
MW: Alright. Well, I will not get the room until I hear from you on Sunday. I’ll be expecting your Saturday call.
I’m going to marry you.
MW: (a bit bewildered but poker face in full effect) :sly:
Seriously. I’m not drunk or anything. I’m just a little tipsy. I’m am going to marry you one day.
Hell, I played right along with it and smiled. She’s a great girl. Who knows? Right now I have that TGTV “typical guy tunnel vision�. She tucks the shirt into the front of my pants and pu my oversized shirt down over it so I can leave with it without being noticed since they keep close tabs on who buys shirts..lol.
So there you have it. I probably should have waited until after Sunday to post this TR. I should have a doozy sometime early next week. :beer:
Dent: $145 (125 champagne room, 20 bar drinks)
MW
SportsWriter2
10-02-2004, 11:42 AM
MW, give your meat a NAME and let her fall in love with HIM, not you. Trust me, it works.
Get a clip-on lamp and a 25-watt red lightbulb. Put it over the bed. When that's the only light in the room, you're in another world. Amazing what girls will do in another world.
She likes strength moves, so start by flipping her into a standing 69.
Use Wet Lite, a water-based lubricant that won't destroy condoms. Never trust a dancer on oral contraceptives.
:-\
sgtjohnny
10-02-2004, 07:51 PM
Had a great time at PAB on Friday, Oct 1 2004. A returning PAB Dancer by the name of Lisa Marie is back in town. She is the PAB Prize for the time being. Works very aggressively and does very well. Really nice smooth legs and a very sensual Lap Dance. Takes great pride in satisfying her customers. However, Lisa Marie will demand an extra $5 a Dance or will get upset.
She has worked at PAB in the past rotating from Tampa and Orlando. I think she has done some Escorting from time to time.
Anyway, she is about 5'4" 118 lbs, medium length brown hair and brown or green eyes. Her hair was better when it was long. She said a former customer burned her hair. Try her if you can. I am going to a Club in Burlington, NJ that is known for its Lap Dances between Oct 8 to Oct 11 2004.
Casual Observer
10-02-2004, 09:11 PM
Good luck MW.
~ anxiously awaiting MW's TR/HG from his Sunday fun ~
;D
FBR
KC Joe
10-04-2004, 04:26 PM
Come on MW...........Where's the beef?
KC..dont give MW shit about it. The best laid plans (no pun intended) often go astray. Lord knows Ive been in that situation multiple times ::)
~ arm around MW's shoulder ~
C'mere bud...tell Uncle FBR all about it ;)
FBR
Element
10-04-2004, 05:50 PM
Hey fishnet what is the name of this club you keep mentioning with all of the web cams?
fishnet
10-04-2004, 06:19 PM
Hey fishnet what is the name of this club you keep mentioning with all of the web cams?
LOL... I haven't mentioned that club in a loooong time but you can find the cams at www.goldclubcenterfolds.com. :)
KC Joe
10-04-2004, 06:30 PM
KC..dont give MW shit about it. The best laid plans (no pun intended) often go astray. Lord knows Ive been in that situation multiple times ::)
~ arm around MW's shoulder ~
C'mere bud...tell Uncle FBR all about it ;)
FBR
FBR, I wasn't giving him shit. This is like a good book you can't put down. I just want to know what happens in the next chapter. The suspense is killing me. I just wish I had some experiances worthly of posting. ;D
fishnet
10-04-2004, 07:24 PM
FBR, I wasn't giving him shit. This is like a good book you can't put down. I just want to know what happens in the next chapter. The suspense is killing me. I just wish I had some experiances worthly of posting. ;D
Gotta agree with KC! I'm anxiously awaiting the next chapter popcorn in hand. ;)
Richard_Head
10-04-2004, 08:05 PM
I'm sure MW will fill us in when he gets back from the honeymoon.
Moneywise
10-04-2004, 10:21 PM
LOL.
I'm going to post in the HG section for the first time ever.
HOT ;D
Moneywise
10-08-2004, 02:15 PM
Last night I stopped by both spots. First I drove ten minutes away to Ms. J’s club. She had text messaged me and said she would be working last night. I didn’t hangout for too long. I had $120 in my pocket and was dead set on rubberizing the green. As soon as I walk in I see her on stage dancing. The club is sparsely crowded with 10-15 customers’ tops. I immediately go to the stage. She had seen me come in and immediately came over to hug me and dance for me. I couldn’t help but think about the fact that just 5 days ago I was pounding that ass like I was mining for gold. It’s funny how words can be exchanged without opening your mouths. We both smirked and I moseyed over to the bar. After her set she joined me at the bar. I could tell some of the customers were a little upset that I came in an immediately soaked up her attention. We sat at the bar for about 30 minutes, shared a couple of shots and caught up. The mention of “next time” did come up. :goodvibes
As soon as I sit some average looking blonde approaches over my right shoulder. Ms J was practically ten steps behind her. :O
Blonde: Hi. My Name is Ms. T. That’s my real name by the way. (I guess she thought giving me her real name right off the bat would be good SS)
MW: Hey. How’s it going? (shaking hands)
Blonde: Were you looking for some company?
MW: (peeking over right should to see Ms. J approaching w/ a look on her face) Actually I was just waiting for Ms. J. (by this time Ms. J had seated herself on my left) :bump:
Blonde: Oh. Sorry. Have a good night.
MW: You too.
Ms J: I hate that bitch. She had better walk away. ;D
MW: (laughing)
After about thirty minutes of some pretty close snuggling I told her I had to go. There were prospects in the club and I did not want to keep her from making her money. She smiled, kissed me, and told me she would call. :cheers:
I’m pretty content with our little situation. I’m going to get more opportunities to fuck her and she isn’t into asking me for a cent. Hell, I wouldn’t want to offend her again by offering money..lol
Off I go to venture 45 minutes away to my old stomping grounds. As I leave the manager is seated outside with one of the bouncers. “Later big man” he says. The staff at this club has begun to get used to seeing me and has grown comfortable with my going ons which is good. They’re beginning to treat me like a regular. :swami:
45 minutes later I arrive at my old club. The parking lot is absolutely packed. I walk in and see my favorite crew from the manager to the bartender. “Don’t charge him. Let him in” the manager says to the door guy. I have a seat at the bar and scope the pace out. I’m bopping to some tunes and sipping on a drink when out of the blue pops Ms. L She is actually in street clothes and look sizzling hot. A few minutes later Ms. S approaches. She is also in street clothes look fucking incredible. Ms. L sits opposite me at the bar and Ms. S straddles my lap while still standing and proceeds to rub her ass in my crotch while the three of us converse. Sheit. Ms. A is also in the house. Ms. A is a straight professional in all senses of the word. She hustles like no other and is by far the hottest woman in the club. The three of them are dressed to impress and obviously about to head out to a nightclub. Suddenly all three are crowded around me. You could barely see me from outside of the huddle. :grouphug: Of course you know I had to buy them some drinks. There’s always “more” to the story. Heheh They hadn’t seen me in awhile b/c I curtailed my visits as of late due to the increase of time spent with Ms. J. I’m just being a smart businessman. ;)
L: I haven’t seen you in awhile. Where you been?
MW: I’ve been around. You look great.
L: You like my outfit?
MW: Of course. ::)
S: (to L) Do you mind if I stand here? }:D
L: (to S) It’s a free country. ::)
L: Mw doesn’t like me anymore. He used to come spend time with me. Now he comes in and sees everyone. ::)::)::)
S and A: (both have a so what look on their faces)
MW: (whispering to S) We’re going to have to talk the next time I see you. I’m interested in learning a few things about you.
S: Sure. I’m going to be working tomorrow and Saturday night.
Ms. L hates when I direct my attention elsewhere. She gets up after awhile of sitting and watching me cuddle w/ Ms. S and disappears. :neener:
MW (to Ms. A) Is there any significance to this tattoo? (pointing to a tattoo on one of her fingers.
Ms. A: I used flowers to cover my boyfriend’s initials. I’m over that.
She then stands up. She has no panties on and is wearing jeans that show the crack of her ass. (SIGH) She unbuttons the front of the jeans and shows me a tat right above her little love box that she had also covered over w/ flowers.
Ms. S (to me) Wanna go with us?
MW: nah. I’m keeping a low profile. (knowing I would be babysitting all night if I did. I prefer one at a time.)
A few minutes later the three of them are out the door. Ms. L walked by me while I was sitting with another dancer that I have recently taken interest in and doesn’t even say bye..lol
To Ms. J (this Ms. J is south American, about 25 yrs old and has two boys) Definitely not my Ms. J. but also scorching hot. She’d got a petite little figure 8 with an onion of an ass. We’ve connected before back when she worked days. Now she’s night shift and I just hadn’t been able to catch her there. Well, she ran the whole sob story down to me.
*The season’s turning and my kids need winter clothes.
*They’re making me go back to day shift where the money’s tighter.
*My mother’s tired of me living with her and wants me out of her house.
*My car is breaking down.
*I’m living with a good friend (male customer I know that feeds her all the weed she wants) until I can move in with Ms. M. (another hot stripper)
*I owe $$ in doctor’s fees.
*I had quit working here for a bit but had to come back against my better judgement.
*I have nothing else to fall back on.
She must have ran the whole gamut in the 10 or so minutes we chatted. :'(
My first response?
MW: I think we could come up with something that pleases the both of us.
J: (interested)
MW: Have you ever done any private sessions?
J: You mean private parties?
MW: Yes. Actually I mean individual private parties with any customers you considered “special”.
J: I only tried that once and almost got raped.
MW: Do you consider me special?
J: Yes.
MW: Well, there’s not doubt I have been attracted to you since we met each other back when you were on days.
J: Go on.
MW: Would you be interested in spending a little QT and getting compensated for it?
J: I aint no ho.
MW: It’s not even about that. It’s more about spending some personal time together and making the both of us happy. Do you have a phone?
J: Yes.
MW: Shall I take yours or give you mine?
J: Give me yours.
MW: You know me well enough to know I am all about fun.
J: I know.
MW: Well, I have to get back before curfew hits. I’ll ttyl.
J: I’ll call you tomorrow before I go in.
Needless to say she did call. She aint no ho but she knows the smell of good money. Perhaps we’ll end up with spending some QT before winter hits. The children need winter clothes. :yes:
EDIT: She called a second time. The first call was more along the lines of "hey, whats' up. I promised I would call. Whatcha doing today" we chatted for a few minutes.
The second call was a VM along the lines of "hey I'm omw to work. I just called to see if you wanted to come spend some time with me today".
I'm, personally, not into going in on request (unless it's the angelic Ms. J)..lol so I probably won't go by. It's nice to know she cares tho. 8)
MW
MW you are turning into a slut ;D
FBR
Casual Observer
10-08-2004, 03:38 PM
^ That doesn't make him a bad person...
;)
^ That doesn't make him a bad person...
;)
LMAO CO I totally agree. I am enjoying the drama as it unfolds :)
I chuckle because just a few short months ago MW was the young grasshopper, eager to learn the tricks of the trade. Now the student has far surpassed the teacher. Quite gratifying in an SCJ sort of way ;D
FBR
SportsWriter2
10-08-2004, 04:22 PM
MW, I'd focus on getting crazier with the college student. I'm finishing my FTB for you. I call it Alien Girl from a Red Planet. Bright girls are the most fun when they role play.
But hey, maybe you want drama in Ms L's face. Or maybe you want a CP experience. Personally, I'd pass.
Moneywise
10-08-2004, 04:40 PM
I only play a slut on TV. :-*
The input from quite a few on SCJ has helped transform me from casual observer to participater. I'd like to thank the academy, the SCJs (FBR, mr_p, SW2, fishnet, Katrine(a wolf is sheeps clothing)), and most importantly my mother for without her there would be no me. :worship:
A big shout out goes to CP for that invaluable piece of advice that helped bring me to this podium today. "Be direct and when all else fails wax on wax off". Thanks to everyone for bestowing upon me this enormous honor. I'm going to go backstage now and smoke a giant blunt. Holla. :iloveyou:
MW
PS. I sure am tempted to go. :O
SportsWriter2
10-08-2004, 05:19 PM
And to paraphrase Carmelo Anthony, who should have been NBA Rookie of the Year, "I'd also like to thank me, cuz I worked my ass off to get here." :P
britfreak2
10-09-2004, 12:16 AM
What a great way to start off the weekend. Expecially, for being MIA for the last 2 weeks. Lots of new things.
It started like any other visit. Until Miss J caught me way off guard by throwing me on the ground and started to dry hump me. Really great way to say hello I do say so myself. It must of been surprise the hell out of britfreak night or something. Because 20 minutes later Miss V gives me a blind sided hug from behind while I was talking to this really hot new girl. It was Miss V's b-day so I wished her a good one gave her a nice tip and off she went.
Then, Miss NB comes around always taking her sweet time around the place to say hello. She's always with a customer any so I don't like to barge in just to say hello. We just engaged in small talk. I guess her being on alchol probation is helping her. She told me that she is been a month sober since. Which is good for her. I've never seen her so happy and proud that she's quitting for sure and many girls are following her footsteps.
Then, Miss J came back around for a few dances. Really nice. I really needed that. As soon as we got done I went back to sit down in my seat. I was thinking about leaving at these point. I sit down a minute later. Miss A comes over and surprises the hell out of me. I never seen her come in this late before. That hug she gave me really felt good. I really didn't plan on seeing her until tomorrow. The way that her Fridays been lately really surprised me. We caught up really quickly. Alcohol seemed to be the topic of the night. She told me that she became one of Miss NB's followers and mentor. I knew that she drank but I didn't realized that she too has an alcohol problem. She's going on 2 weeks sober. Miss s is going on 3 weeks. Miss V is 3 weeks. So, it's becoming a trend. Anyway, she's doing great. She was in a very cheerful mood. She told me that she missed me and said last weekend sucked because I wasn't there and if I didn't come this weekend she'd go nuts. I know I would. I missed her a quite a bit in the last 2 weeks. blah, blah, blah
So, I got a few dances from her then she gave me a good hug. Even better then the one earlier in the night and took off. I can't wait to see her again tomorrow.
mr_punk
10-09-2004, 11:18 AM
She must have ran the whole gamut in the 10 or so minutes we chatted.
My first response?very good, MW. you capitalized on your previous rapport with this dancer. you didn't make the rookie mistake of offering to help her out of her financial dilemma in the hopes that she would return the favor, like the average sucker. instead, you were direct and to the point about exactly what you wanted, but without being impolite or offensive.
Needless to say she did call. She aint no ho but she knows the smell of good money.yeah, ain't it cool. ;D
The second call was a VM along the lines of "hey I'm omw to work. I just called to see if you wanted to come spend some time with me today".I'm, personally, not into going in on request (unless it's the angelic Ms. J)..lol so I probably won't go by. It's nice to know she cares tho.oh, what's the harm? just don't spend anymore than you normally spend. in any case, keep your eye on the prize, MW. if you're really serious about banging this broad. you should work on setting up something ASAP to see how serious she is about earning your money. yeah, you got her number and just a promise, but that's all and it isn't worth much. like i said before, you can never be sure exactly how these things are going to turn out because there are no guarantees.
britfreak2
10-10-2004, 10:11 AM
Last night wasn't the greatest. I rolled in earlier than usual because I was hungry for their steak dinners they have Saturday nights. It was dead as a door nail there. It stayed that way until about 9:30 when I left.
Miss A was already there when I arrived. Of course looking all gorgous as usual. I could tell she didn't want to be there. She even told me that she rather be home relaxing. She looked exhausted. We mostly hungout out back in the patio watching football. I went in to see her performances. Left and got her some Starbucks and came back. Then, we go back to what we been doing. I even got a few more dances from her than I usually do. To help her make some money even though she didn't feel like doing it. Which is ok. She didn't have to if she didn't want to. I would been content with the snuggling out back but she was a trooper.
Around 9:30 I gave Miss J a quick hello then left with Miss A.
Richard_Head
10-11-2004, 09:01 PM
A couple of weeks ago my brother called me up and informed me that he and his wife knew someone getting married in Vegas and they were going to attend, he asked me if I wanted to tag along (i.e. split the bill), never being one to turn down a trip to Vegas I was in. My brother and his wife went to the wedding Friday night, I passed, I didn't know the suckers afterall, I could also think of better things to do (take a wild guess).
Since we were staying downtown and our hotel was right on Freemont St, I decided to save some cab fare (to get to a better club) and just walk over to The Girls of Glitter Gulch, I got there sometime around 9:30pm, they advertise no cover charge but when you walk in they hit you up for a 2 drink minimum (@ $8.50/beer), that was really no big deal although it would have been nice if the beers were cold. Being that it was early I took a seat at one of the booths, they had a couple of girls dancing on the stage, a few more wandering about, no one that really did too much for me though. It didn't take long for the girls to start with the hustle, first up was a so-so asian girl "you want $20 dance?", I wasn't ready yet so I sent her on her way. I had noticed another asian girl eyeing me earlier and as soon as she dumped the guy she was with she sauntered over, I still wasn't ready yet so I turned her away also. A brunette girl came by next, again no dice. I did find it odd at this point that all of the girls were quoting different prices for LD's, I guess they are just used to the yanking the tourists for all they are worth. Anyways, a butterface blonde stopped by next, we chatted a bit, she wanted $35 a dance, not a chance, I politely declined, that was followed by the dreaded "why?" question (more specifically "give me 3 reasons why?"), WTF, I just replied "No, I'm really not interested", to that she said "how about a tip for the effort?", I said "I'm not about to tip you to leave" and she replied "I was just dancing on stage and you didn't tip me?", I laughed at that and said "I've been watching the stage since I got here and you weren't up there?", her reply was "don't be an idiot?", so naturally I asked her she had ever gotten money from someone with this approach, she called me a few unpleasant things and finally left (without a tip from me). Not a good experience thus far at the Girls of Glitter Gulch>:( . One of the asian girls from earlier than stopped back and I decided it was time to get some dances, not very impressive, certainly not up to vegas standards. I had had enough at this point and decided that cab fare to Olympic Gardens would be a worthwhile investment.
I got to OG about 11:30pm, for a friday night it wasn't really that busy, I wandered about for a bit, took in the multiple stage shows, finally spotted a familiar face, I'll call her the Ms AG (African Goddess, as she's from Sierra Leone), I had gotten dances from her before and they were always excellent;). She's about 5'7", long legs, nice ass, very well done BA, very fun personality, after we found a spot to sit she immediately asked if I would like to negotiate a deal (her idea, not mine), she offered 7 dances for $100 (they are normally $20/dance), I bit, I would have spent that much on her anyways. She didn't dissappoint, lots of mutual contact, very handsy on both parts, she did 4 dances, we took a break, she did another 2, took another break, did one final one, she offered to keep going at the same rate but I really needed to get going (I had to meet up with my brother at the casino) so I declined. She offered up her email address as I was leaving and I vowed to keep in touch (she knows how often I make it to Vegas). I noticed the hardbodied blonde from my last visit to OG on my way out but she was gone in a flash and I needed to get going anyways, oh well there's always next time.
mr_punk
10-16-2004, 07:09 AM
The Girls of Glitter Gulch, I got there sometime around 9:30pm, they advertise no cover charge but when you walk in they hit you up for a 2 drink minimum (@ $8.50/beer), that was really no big deal although it would have been nice if the beers were cold....typical sc marketing gimmick. i recently went to this sc with a $2.00 cover charge. at the time, i remember thinking to myself, "i wonder if the soda is going to be 8 or 9 dollars?" :) . i'll write a post of the experience soon.
I did find it odd at this point that all of the girls were quoting different prices for LD's, I guess they are just used to the yanking the tourists for all they are worth..perhaps...i do know it's not that unusual of a practice. some clubs do allow dancers flexibility in setting the price for dances. although, it's also not unusual for dancers to upsell customers when there's a firm dance price in place, either. so, it does pay to do your homework and not rely upon the dancer to give you legit price.
so naturally I asked her she had ever gotten money from someone with this approach, she called me a few unpleasant things and finally left (without a tip from me). Not a good experience thus far at the Girls of Glitter Gulch.sadly, it does work on some customers. i've seen dancers treat their customers worst than you were treated and come away with a wad of cash. anyway, good man for not giving that pest a dime. :thumbsup: