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SportsWriter2
03-01-2005, 04:02 AM
OK, since it was brought up here...What are the effects of X? I heard two girls saying they were taking it the other night. What are the tell tale signs (if any) that they had indeed taken it?
Zemishlany et al studied the subjective effect of ecstasy on sexualactivity: desire, erection (lubrication in women), orgasm and satisfaction, finding "Desire and satisfaction were moderately to profoundly increased by MDMA in more than 90% of subjects. Orgasm was delayed but perceived as more intense. Erection was impaired in 40% of the men. It seems that MDMA impairs sexual performance, in spite of enhancement of sexual desire and the perception of greater satisfaction."
That's the gist of much of the research. I would describe the SC telltale signs as "affectionate, emotionally open and thirsty." In my experience, X girls ask for water. :P
Katrine
03-01-2005, 02:03 PM
X makes you sweat more, so a girl perspiring but not dancing might be a telltale sign. Drinking copious amounts is also a sign. Some people don't drink alcohol on x, some do. Also, it creates an enhanced sense of touch, so if she is holding and kneading your arms or legs, wanting to hug, etc, that might be a sign as well.
Just ask her. I had a customer who thought I was on x when I was all spaced out from being sick and having to take cough medicine. Don't mix that w champagne btw ;)
Richard_Head
03-01-2005, 05:56 PM
X makes you sweat more, so a girl perspiring but not dancing might be a telltale sign. Drinking copious amounts is also a sign. Some people don't drink alcohol on x, some do. Also, it creates an enhanced sense of touch, so if she is holding and kneading your arms or legs, wanting to hug, etc, that might be a sign as well.That sounds very much like my asian friend from the Crazy Horse Too last week, she was perspiring before the dances even started and was very sensitive to touch, LOL now you tell me.
CalifSCVisitor65
03-01-2005, 09:46 PM
In my experience, X girls ask for water. :P
Dayum you mean all the times that the dancers asked for H2O instead of liquor when I offered to buy drinks that they were on X?
:O
Susan Wayward
03-01-2005, 11:12 PM
Hee, people must think I'm fucked up all the time. I sweat really easily, drink a ton of water at work, and am very sensitive to touch.
britfreak2
03-02-2005, 04:57 PM
Hey fellow junkies, Long time no post.
As some of you know I mentioned a 6 month cruse down to South America and Central America. I just thought I give a SC update so far.
So far all my visits were pretty lame. I can´t wait until I get back to the states for some major clubing. Few more weeks I´ll be in Key West and the onward to Jacksonville.
Acapulco, MX Foxxxy´s
Ok, Acapulco is nice. I had fun except for the nudey bar. This place was a total rip off. $6 for a damn bottle of Sol beer which is the local beer they drink down there. Plus, the $8 we got ripped off for passes off the street. Which included a free Tequila shot. But, after we got back we found out that it was free to get in and the shot was complimentary at the door anyway. The place overall wasn´t bad. It had potential. The girls were ok. But, the stage was very very lame. Club dancing for 3 songs straight and not any of them did anything remotely sexy or even attempt to pole dance. We were treated nice though. The bouncers actually pick the girls up and through them on your lap. And if you didn´t buy them or a drink or a ¨dance¨ they would just go on to another table.
Acajutla, El Salvador
Probably the only placer were you I heard of El Salvadorian secret service escort to go to a nudey bar and swept the place before going in. But, this had to be the worst places I´ve ever been clubing. This place reminded me of a country western bar I go to when I go home to Illinois. It didn´t have a club feeling. The girls got up on stage were club dancing again. Only one was really into to it and probably was the big money maker. Most of the other girls weren´t into it or something. The didn´t seem to make eye contact at all. One was so damn hot but she wasn´t even trying to do anything. Her eyes didn´t even leave to ceiling. Total drag. After the bartender ripped me off on my drink I had enough of this place I was ready to go. But, the damn buddy system sucks and had to stay for another 3 hours.
I think I´ll hold off the clubbing until I get at least back into the states. So far it´s been a waste of money for something I could see at a normal dance club down the road.
I miss my fave club so much. More importantly I miss Miss A the most. And you know what I haven´t heard from her since we said our last goodbye before I left. I GUESS I WON¨T BE BUYING THE DRINKS WHEN I GET BACK:
britfreak2
03-02-2005, 04:59 PM
Stupid internet cafe keyboard.
Anyway, we made a bet that for every month that I don´t hear from her that´s how many drinks she has to buy. Oh, I can´t wait 4 months to go.
Hee, people must think I'm fucked up all the time. I sweat really easily, drink a ton of water at work, and am very sensitive to touch.
I can attest to that. I tried my damndest to buy her alcohol but it was water...water...and more water ;D
FBR
SeppeSai
03-06-2005, 09:08 PM
After much personal debate and planning, I stopped in to see the ATF. I figured that if I'm going to do the SC thing, I best do it right and go with the ATF instead of being unhappy and bothered at the club by work.
I show up at about the time she's supposed to be ready to go, but she hadn't show up yet according to the folks I asked. So I sat and watched the action, slowly adjusting to the home cllub's environment.
The home club has a faster pace than the club by work, and oddly enough, this time around I found it more interesting whereas in times past I had grown tired of it. Absence makes the heart gro fonder, I guess. :) The DJ had some equipment troubles, something that would plague him all the time I was there, but he was professional about it enough so that it didn't bother me. One of the long-time waitresses came over with a big hug, already knowing what I would order. I liked that, and ordered my drink along with one for the ATF.
After 15 minutes or so, the ATF, Ms. J, comes out of the DR in a dark blue outfit, a color I am particularly sensitve to and enjoy a great deal. ;) She was a little surprised to see me and said so, but I only smiled and said that I was glad she was here. ::) We exchanged small talk and she was called on stage.
I sat and watched her do her thing, savoring every minute of her grace, charm, and skill. As she did her thing on stage, the patrons in the audience rained their tips down on her, and I followed suit with a $20 under each strap on her shoulder. }:D
She gets down from the stage and does her thank yous. She gives me a bear hug and I ask her if she's busy. She replies that she isn't and I ask her for some VIP time. She smiles, takes my hand, and we depart to the back.
We talk, she dances, and I enjoy every minute of her company. Aside from her obvious physical charms, she's a good conversationalist and makes me laugh with her jokes and humor. We talked about just about anything under the sun, and it was good to be in her company and was a decidedly positive experience.
The damage:
Drinks: $10
Tip for waitress: $5
Dances: 14 x $10 $140
Stage tips for Ms. J: $40
Richard_Head
03-09-2005, 09:34 PM
Hump day, what better day to hit one of my favorite SC's. I got to the club about 4pm, found a good seat, had a couple drinks at my table in no time, there seemed to be a good selection of girls working, life is good.
I spotted Ms Perfect 10 with her usual fuckoe (some Jack Lalane wannabe), that meant I had a wait ahead of me, oh well, there were other fish in the sea. Ms F was the first to stop by, I've known her for several years now over several different clubs, a real sweatheart, I got a couple dances from her, nothing earth shattering but nice none-the-less. Right after she left they called Ms L to the stage, hubba hubba, lean, toned, tanned, long legs, great ass, dirty blonde curly hair, natural b-cup, I've gotten dances from her a couple of times in the past that left a very favorable impression;), I immediately head up to the stage and dropped several bucks on her, it didn't take her long to come over after her stage set, that of course led to a long string of excellent dances, I finally had to stop her so that I'd have some money left for Ms Perfect 10.
Unfortunately the Jack Lalane wannabe appeared to have a young man's stamina>:(. Finally I see her break away and head to the dressing room, only a matter of time now I thought, the next thing I know I see her in street cloths heading out of the club:'(. LOL, that wasn't suppose to happen.
I decided to make the most of it though as another longtime favorite just happened by, I'll call her Ms N, I hadn't seen her in I'm guessing 9-12 months, she's maybe 5'6", blonde shoulder length hair, double d's, she was wearing a little red bikini, of course I had to get some dances, I had forgotten how good this girl is, holy shit, what a pro, every movement seemed to have a purpose as she hit all the right spots. All in all I had a very good time, even without the hoped for time with Ms Perfect 10.
Moneywise
03-10-2005, 09:12 AM
I spotted Ms Perfect 10 with her usual fuckoe (some Jack Lalane wannabe),
Unfortunately the Jack Lalane wannabe appeared to have a young man's stamina>:(.
That gives us young SCJs hope that after 50 we'll still be going strong. It's sorta like seeing a 10 year old version of the car you just purchased rolling strong still on the road. If you see too many of those babies broken down on the side of the road it could spell trouble ahead. ;D
Moneywise
03-12-2005, 01:32 AM
Man. What a night tonight. I would type it all out but I am afraid it wouldn't make much sense. I drank waaaaaaay too much tonight. Must sleep it off. Bye. TR on Saturday afternoon.
STOP!
HAMMERTIME!
SeppeSai
03-12-2005, 03:43 AM
First you get baked, then you get soaked, eh MW? ;)
NVJosh
03-12-2005, 11:41 AM
Okay, this is an overdue trip report from a couple of weeks ago. Blame tax season for me not having much time to write. Anyway, there's a new club in Las Vegas called SIN, which stands for "Sexy Intimate Nightlife." Size-wise, its supposed to be on par with Jaguars/Treasures. There's not much on this side of town except Pleasures, and Mrs. J is likely to go back to working there, and I'm a firm believer of "you don't shit where you eat." Okay, okay...so I wanted to check out the new club. My first visit was a Thursday night, and I was somewhat underwhelmed. While the club itself was nice, there weren't enough dancers for the number of customers, and there weren't all that many customers (maybe 20). The staff was very friendly, from doormen to waitresses to bartenders, which was a plus, and it was trade deadline day in the NBA, so at least there was TV to watch. The dancers that were there were nothing special, no real scary ones, and no real lookers, either.
I headed back the next Thursday, parked the car myself this time instead of the indoor valet (I kind of missed the self-parking the week before) and gave it another try. What a difference a week makes. The club was somewhat more crowded, maybe 30-35 guys, and probably 10-15 or even 20 dancers at this point, so the ratio was better. The main bar surrounds the stage here, so the only way to really tip the dancers is to wad up your bucks and toss them on stage, which is amusing in its own sort of way, and at the same time pretty much rules out stage mileage. I sat at the bar, because I had no idea if I wanted laps or not, and plopped down my $6 (before tip) for a bottled water. I watched the dancers go by and quality was up over the week before, although we're still not talking Club Paradise here. One dancer had on a supergirl outfit (well, if Supergirl was doing pornos, anyway) that would have worked better if she was prettier (so sue me, Helen Slater spoiled me). She had a nice body, I just wasn't thrilled by her face and a couple of dancers were actually quite good at dancing/pole work and without the interruption of having to say hi to each customer got to show off their skills. Finally, a dancer comes on who piques my interest. She looks pretty tall, long straight hair, cute as hell smile, pale...if only she was a redhead. No real chest to speak of, and that's just life sometime. I'm not tit-obsessed. I tossed several dollars her way, including one less-than-memorable air-ball (too much arc, dammit!), which duly served to get her attention. We'll cal her Miss J, not to be confused with Mrs. J. She comes down to chat with me after her set, and is quite a nice person, too. She had been at CH2, and "one of the guys she's dating" said she should tryout here. She said that was the first time she had been up on stage at SIN, so she was grateful for good feedback. She was saying that she couldn't do all of her pole tricks, because she was nursing a broken hand that came from punching out some guy she used to be dating. I was quite amused because Miss J seems to be dating 1/2 the guys in LV at once. Nothing slutty about her, more of a 'just out having fun' attitude. She wasn't even sure if the club would hire her, although she said "guys clapped for me and I didn't hear them clap for anyone else." Well, that wasn't 100% true, I had clapped and seen other guys clap for other girls, and she still got a decent response and was good at what she does, so I think she'll probably get hired.
By this time she's charmed me enough that I'm going to get a dance or three, so we head over to the LD area, which is one long, curving couch along a back wall (dancers also do dances at tables, relatively common for LV clubs). It was an interesting layout, and the club was empty enough that one could get a dance in privacy, although if the place got crowded, I have this vision of shoulder-to-shoulder dancers and customers. There was one bouncer I saw, keeping a semi-close eye on things. We waited for one song and then Miss J did her thing. She obviously had done this sort of thing before. 8) She gave a very nice dance, at times I felt she was just a mobile blanket on me, and I say that in the nicest possible way. Very sensuous, lots of eye contact and smiling, and she has very sensitive ears. This of course led to dance #2 and probably would have led to #3 and more had the phone not rung. Mrs. J was out of class early and we were going to have dinner together, and a man has to have his priorities. So, a quick goodbye to Miss J, and off I went. All in all, a much nicer, more promising visit.
I stopped back again last Saturday, wasn't really in a club mood, and was very, very bored. It was a rainy night, and this time I was grateful for the indoor valet, and coming in from the valet area I saw where the club will eventually be opening a store and some of the erotic artwork it is planning to show as a gallery. Miss J wasn't there that night, and the whole atmosphere of the club seemed slow. I chatted with one dancer (Patience, I think) for a while, sat at the bar for about 45 minutes, then realized that more than anything I wanted to head home and get some sleep, so I headed out. A somewhat disappointing visit, and I'm sure my mood and the weather didn't help.
I'll head back here, I think the club has promise, and in fact have told Mrs. J she might want to audition there. I think she'd do well (which, of course, would mean I'd have to find somewhere else for my visits. C'est la vie.).
Moneywise
03-12-2005, 03:35 PM
"Just Got Paid" - Johnny Kemp NOT nsync! ;D
It's Friday night and I have that typical itch to hit the ol stomping grounds. I decided to just show up tonight instead of calling Ms. J to tip her off. I arrive around 10. The house is sparsely packed for a Friday night. There's some new guy at the door. I give him 8 bones. "It's only $5 to get in" he says. Then he "gets it" as though it took his brain a moment to recognize that people tip.
The first thing I notice upon arrival is the absence of girls. I mean for a Friday night the place is usually hopping with dancers. MY fave DJ (I'll call him P) is behind the bar. HE sees me and we both embrace each other like old friends (a little handshake & a little male hug) He had always told me he was going to get me "fucked up" on one of these Fridays. I'm usually one to maintain and moderate very well. However, this Friday would turn out a bit differently. "I'll buy the first round" he says. Hell, I am in a good mood and I’m game with some drinking. He pays and heads back to the booth. A moment later, while awaiting our drinks, Ms J. walks up and gives me the ol blindfold-guess who act. LOL... It's not like I fool around with every dancer in the house. So obvious. ::)::)
I purchase her drink which she lights on fire and shoots right in front of me. She has already had a few prior to my arrival and was feeling pretty good. Up walks another dancer... the three of us make small talk. Before long the other dancer disappears. “Why haven’t I heard from you?” she asks. “I was just thinking the same thing” I said. She then goes on to tell me her cell phone was disconnected (confirming my suspicions) and, once again, asked if I would be interested in accompanying her & the chillins to a local event Saturday night. I’m really not into doing the “& kids” thing with her and took the opportunity to let her know I probably wouldn’t be able to honor any plans of that nature on Saturday night. I left it at that as she excused herself to the restroom.
Upstairs I go to P’s spot. He’s in a bad mood because the majority of girls that normally work Fridays called in and said they weren’t coming in because they haven’t been making a lot of money lately. He only had about 7 girls to work with on a day that I normally see about 14-16 names on his rotation list. We both begin an onslaught of buying rounds back and forth. I drank Vodka, Crown Royal, Champagne, and Hennessey. Crapola… Look, I enjoy the SCs but always keep a level head because I don’t want to ever be the one they have to drag out of there. Therefore I moderate when I drink. That moderation went right out the window Friday night. By the 4th round I was feeling very good. We kept taking turns buying shots of Grand Marnier. Meanwhile dancers are frequenting the booth as they normally do before going on stage. Ms. J is busy working the crowd and I am strangely ok with just chilling with P instead of pursuing any LDs from Ms. J.
This particular dancer was in the club again for the first night in a long while. She came upstairs and just lit up the booth. The onion was all over the place. I went ahead and tipped her a $5 just for the privilege of having her ass gently rubbed against my crotch as I chilled on a stool in the booth. She then proceeded to give me a private dance right there in the booth. Mercy Mecry… :O There’s a lot of “new blood” in the club and I am enjoying the scenery. After the dance she hugs me and introduces herself. You’ve gotta love a lady that introduces herself after a dance. After she walks out P whispers to me “She likes it in the ass”. I’m just dumbfounded. She was a perfect blend of classiness and raunch and I had just enjoyed a very stimulating private LD.
During one of our rounds the waitress is the benefactor of a sandwiched massage in which P massaged her back from the read and I hit her shoulders from the front. 8) She’s a real cutie pie and I am feeling very touchy feely (buzzing pretty hard). It was very good times in the booth last night. P keeps telling me he’s going to get Ms. J naked for me in the booth tonight. I’m thinking yeah whatever man. She made her way up a few times during the course of the night. Each time lots of mutual contact was enjoyed between the two of us. I was actually thinking less about LDs tonight and more about connection. We were having a blast laughing and enjoying the night.
Suddenly P returns from one of his bathroom trips with this serious look on his face. “Man. I just talked to a couple of honeys. One of them had two tatas just busting out man..Damn” he says. I’m looking around to see if I can spot them. He points in the general direction of two incredibly hot women sitting stage side. “There they are man. We’ve got to get them up here.” He says. Hell, I am game for some fun. He then motions to try and get their attention. He also notices them both get up and dance when they spot Ms. J. Whoa. Ms. J knows them. He and I both immediately begin plotting a course for Treasure Island. <<J, come to the DJ booth please>> he says over the mic. A few minutes later she appears. He talks her into trying to get those two hotties upstairs. She agrees but disappears again as soon as she gets back downstairs. He goes back to motioning them up and finally gets their attention. “Here they come man” he says. Try and get some good pictures with your phone”. ;D ;D ;D
These two beautiful ladies appear at the top of the stairs. I let them in the booth and introductions abound. They had a third girl with them. We’re all making small talk and I am concentrating on the third girl. We find out all three of them are in school for massage therapy. I’m chatting up the blonde that was still wearing her school uniform.
MW: So if I was to book an appointment at the school and ask for (insert her name here) could you make that happen.
Girl: Sure. It would be twenty dollars for an hour.
MW: Which days are good for you? Fridays?
Girl: Fridays are great.
MW: I’ll have to book an appointment for next Friday. I could use a good massage.
Hell, the flirt is in full effect & I don't have a care in the world. She’s cute and the fun times continue. We order a round of shots for all three of them. Some time in there a couple of dancers come up at different intervals. They both had already been up and were comfortable with camping in my lap. Man oh man. If you could have seen the look on their faces as P and I continued to give those three girls all of the attention. Hell. I didn’t care. He had already been pretty successful in getting me “fucked up”. The girls went back downstairs and I motioned as though I was about to go. “nah man don’t leave. I’ve got a place for you to sleep if you get too fucked up” he says. As much as I enjoy his company I don’t enjoy sleeping in strange places unless there’s some naughty bits involved in the process. I hang around for a little longer after he somehow persuades Ms. J to come back up to the booth. “He’s trying to leave. Don’t let him leave J” he says. She snuggles up to me and gives me those pouty lips as she asks for me to stay awhile. Even though I know and have experienced Ms. J on a different level she still makes me putty in her hands. The next 15 minutes or so is a smorgasbord of hugs, embraces, soft neck kisses, and wandering hands. While P had his back turned taking care of the DJ business Ms. J and I enjoyed that moment. I then told her I really had to go and said my goodbyes to both of them. He and I exchanged numbers and said we would keep up with each other. He suggested I stop back through tonight.
I cut out at around 1am and hit the sack around 2am. I woke this morning to find I had missed a call at 3:45am from P :O (the club closes at 3). I have been wondering all day what that was all about but might not know until my next visit which might be tonight.
Dent: $100 on drinks & tips + ($5 spent on the DJ booth on an interesting LD from a new girl) + various 1’s tipped to Ms. J at the stage.
Arrived w/ $140. Left with 20.
KC Joe
03-13-2005, 05:29 PM
Hadn’t heard from my dancer in a couple of weeks, so I decide to go to the club last night to see if she’s working. She’s the one I have had a couple of OTC encounters with.
Upon arriving, the club is pretty full. I sat down at a table out of the way where I could watch the stage to see who’s working. An exquisite beauty with which I had the pleasure some LDs before was on the stage. Went up and tipped her. She remembered me and asked why I haven’t been into see her recently. Told her to come look me up after she got off stage and we’d talk.
After she got off stage, she went into the dressing room. Next on stage was my OTC friend. Walked up to tip her and she got a big smile on her face. Asked where I was sitting and said she’d be right over after her set.
She came straight over from the stage and told me how she had dropped her phone in the toilet and lost all her numbers. Wanted my phone so she could program her number into it. Left it in the car so it wasn’t an option. We then went into VIP and started having fun. Said she had promised someone else some time but blew him off to be with me. (SS?)
Told me the next time I came to the club to see her, “wear some sweat pants”.
“Sweat pants are for losers, I wouldn’t be caught wearing them in public.”
“But it would be so much easier for me to get in your pants.”
“Ain’t gonna happen.”
“We’ll just have to meet after work then. We could get together after I get off tonight, okay?” (2:00am)
“I’m working tomorrow, so don’t think I could stay up all night with you.”
“We’ll just have to have as much fun as we can in here then”.
We then talked about extras in the VIP. She then said that she’d heard some of the dancers had even done BJs in there. I was surprised by her comment, since the last time I was with her, she had done the same to me, but WTF.
Meanwhile, during our LDs, the exquisite beauty from earlier had come into VIP with someone else. After around eight songs, my dancer had to go back on stage. She told me to stay in VIP in order to keep our spot. After she left, exquisite beauty came over and bitched(maybe whined) at me for not getting any dances from her. Told her I got tired of waiting for her to look me up. Maybe next time.
When my dancer returned from her stage routine, VIP had cleared out so we had a little more privacy than before. Told her I needed to go home soon so to only give me $100 worth, than I had to leave. After the first song, she backs up to me doggie style and pulls her thong to the side and puts my hand on her goodies. I proceeded to inspect her ovaries and determined that everything was okay. Man was she wet. She than faced me and started to grind me into a grease spot on the chair. After the next song came to an end, I told her I got my moneys worth and had to go. She said not yet, she wasn’t done. Half way thru the next song, she starts whimpering and saying “almost there, almost there”.
Handed her $150 and she gave me back $50. Said the last couple of dancers were for her pleasure. Told her she needed to find that guy she blew off earlier and give him his LD. She said he didn’t have what she wanted.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Your cock!”
Time to go.
$5 door fee
$5 drink
$350 dances.
Moneywise
03-13-2005, 06:35 PM
LOL Joe. She sounds very entertaining. I love a woman that knows what she wants and has no qualms about getting it by all means necessary. ;D
NVJosh
03-14-2005, 02:28 PM
LOL Joe. She sounds very entertaining. I love a woman that knows what she wants and has no qualms about getting it by all means necessary. ;D
Are you talking about an orgasm or his money? :O
Moneywise
03-14-2005, 05:53 PM
Are you talking about an orgasm or his money? :O
I'm speaking more along ths lines of whatever gives her satisfaction. Thus, the former would be more applicable than the latter. Although I know a statement of this nature on a board which caters to dancers appears a bit out of touch, I have learned to work the latter pretty well to ensure my wallet doesn't disintegrate into thin air. ;)
Ginorod55
03-14-2005, 08:22 PM
After many months lurking/reading I think I'm ready for my first TR. Thanks to all for your words of wisdom that have helped me maximize my SC experience and handle the frustrations. I've done the PL, RIL and (I think) the raincoater. Now I concentrate on high-mileage visits with a goal of scouting OTC talent. Does that mean that SW2 is my hero? Maybe I've undergone the MW transformation? Is that what a raincoater does?}:D
I've read all the HG, NATO and Drama reports, as well as 1500 TR posts. :O Still have a few to go but last night was such a shocker, I can't wait any longer -- I have to post.
My town has quite a selection of clubs -- I can think of 8 I've been to in the last 4 years of my SCJ habit. They range from classy to skanky. Nearly all of them are high mileage, especially once you are known and have paid your dues, literally. But sometimes you get lucky and strike gold right away. Last night was one of those -- a precision strike.
I thought I wouldn't be missed by Mrs Ginorod if I only stopped for 30 min's on the way home, so I decided to swing by Club P. As I drove by, I saw only 4 cars -- not good, even for a Sunday 9 pm. :( Club M is next door, has more cars, but it's lower in the class dept. Besides, I'm only in for a quickie visit, so I go on in at club P. It's BYOB, but I don't even have time for that.
Doorman asks for only 5, instead of the usual 10 -- "We only have 1 girl right now; more on their way." :-\ Yeah, right. If I could have a LD for every time I've heard that... What the hell, time's awasting. Let's try it.
Four or five guys are playing pool. I spot the solo dancer F up in the DJ booth. She's a cute blonde, maybe older than I'm used to -- hope she's a good one. Being a firm believer in personal hygiene and grooming as a first step to a good SC experience I hit the RR. As soon as I come out I grab a table between the two stages, in easy view from the DJ perch. Ms. F moves in for the kill -- the quary is ready to return fire. (Okay, so I mixed my metaphors, so shoot me.) Hey, that's a nice body heading this way -- curvey, one bare shoulder, short outfit revealing nice legs (not scrawny). Definitely older. Let's see.
Ms. F introduces herself. I hold her hand and rub her thigh very lightly as we chat. Where are we from, what clubs are we familiar with, who do we know in common at Club P. I share enough about another dancer, Ms. D, and what the scene is like at other clubs, to put Ms. F at ease about my credentials. I ask for a LD. Will it be topless (10) or nude (20)? Let's start out with nude.
I haven't been to club P for about 4 months. As we go off to a corner I see the stage lights now light up what used to be a nice, dark corner. She says too many girls have been playing hard on the VIP balcony and getting caught. "I don't care what they do up there, but please don't get caught" -- Ms F comments about her coworkers. So, the subject is on the table. Shall I pick up on it? Hell, yeah! }:D Mileage, mileage, I want mileage. M-I-L-E, A-G-E! Now I'm in the cheerleader metaphor, stay with me. Me -- "Yeah, I like to take it OTC for that kind of activity, don't you think?"
Mrs F has very small boobs, probably A, maybe B cup, much smaller than I usually go for, but a well-defined caboose. As soon as the new song starts she strips down to a thong and sticks a boob in my mouth. Well, whadaya know, it IS true what they say -- Anything that doesn't fit in your mouth is a waste anyway. ;) I grab her ass as she grinds me face to face. Her lips come closer to mine -- hell, this is going fast, but if she's gonna play I'm not passing this up! Gentlemen, we have liplock (space program) metaphor) :highfive:
(Whew, writing detailed TRs is fun! I'm getting short of breath just in the telling. Okay, I'm alright now.)
She goes down and blows her hot breath on Gino's Rod. Comes back up, more boobie in mouth, more buttockal fondling. We move on to nude dances after that, and it only gets better -- deeper kisses, heavy breathing, full-contact. She pulls up my shirt, nibbles on my nipples, licks my chest. "Oooh, I just love a hairy chest." And some such. Thanks to my SCJ training I know about SS, but it sure sounds good. 8)
I fire right back with my sales pitch, so we know where we stand, is she buying into this? -- Do you get very wet when you come? What are your favorite positions? :mischievo
I only have enough on me for 3 nude dances. That's on purpose, designed to make sure I don't splurge -- or run late on Mrs Ginorod. :wife:
GR - We're gonna have to take this OTC.
Ms F - You can come to my apt. It's over by the C Mall. Apt # NN.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! :drink:
Phone number input into my cell phone. Schedule agreed upon. Beverage of choice established. Tuesday night it is, then.
Will it happen? Hell, I don't know, but I'm planning on it. Been stood up enough, but my SCJ buddies have taught me that comes with the stripper territory. No $ discussed. (Thanks, SW2.) I'd be willing to do 1.5 or 2 bills, based on local SC market. The ladies at the nicer clubs want 3. I'll bring 2, just in case I need it, but I'm gonna have to play it by ear. Maybe she just wants a one-time roll. ('Cuz I'm such a prize.) Or a f-buddy. (Okay, Gino, let's not get ahead of oursleves.)
She stays on me, chest to chest, groin to groin, even after I tell her the wallet is maxed out. She stays anyway, little kisses and nibbles all around. Another full song feeling her glorious body on me. What an ass. What a cookie.
GR - You're a great kisser, you know?
Ms F - So are you.
It's all good, oh, so very good.
She gets dressed. We chit-chat. I gotta go. I comment on how nice it is to hit it off with someone the first time, especially someone so sexy, and pretty, and.. (I don't really know what all I said, it was my turn to give her the CS.) . She lays on the SS too, how she wouldn't dance for any of the other guys there, all PLs; but I'm so nice, what's that cologne you're wearing, etc. Me - Oh, you're good! Ms F - No, I mean it. (Okay, don't screw it up, Gino, pick up that ball.) Me - Oh, I know, I'm just teasing.
On the way out I give her a parting shot of CS, but sincere at the same time -- Baby, what a body! We're gonna have fun exploring every inch, aren't we?
Have fun,
Play safe,
Gino
PS - During one of our talks she tells me her daughters both work there too. One is 19 and one is 22. Hot dang, I got me a genuine MILF! I managed not to drool all over myself and ask for names, and measurements, and will they play, and will they double, and, and, and... enough time for that later, I hope.
PPS - Precision-strike summary: Door fee - 5; Drinks - 0; LDs - 70; Hot date - 1; Hot leads - 2; Total time inside the SC - 35 min's
Richard_Head
03-14-2005, 08:41 PM
Excellent TR Ginorod, you're a quick study.
Moneywise
03-14-2005, 09:14 PM
Welcome Ginorod. That's a splashing way to exit lurk mode right there. ;D Nice TR. http://www.adultnetsurprise.com/forums/images/smilies/new/thumbsup.gif
SportsWriter2
03-15-2005, 05:01 PM
PS - During one of our talks she tells me her daughters both work there too. One is 19 and one is 22. Hot dang, I got me a genuine MILF! I managed not to drool all over myself and ask for names, and measurements, and will they play, and will they double, and, and, and... enough time for that later, I hope.
Gino, this is the SCJ equivalent of winning the Triple Crown. :)
NVJosh
03-15-2005, 05:39 PM
I think the MILF and her daughters together thing is infinitely more appealing to you than to them...and its nice to dream!
That being said, I had to take a cold shower after this TR...nicely done!
Gino you gotta be a former SCJ'er coming in under a new name LOL Nonetheless, that was an entertaining read ;D
FBR
SeppeSai
03-17-2005, 07:39 PM
I stopped in at the club by work after work let out early. Nothing special, just a full house and a lot of girls. One of the girls got upset with me after her SS didn't have its intended effect on me.
I was sitting at the bar minding my own business and she comes up with a jolly flourish and girly giggle, puts her arms around me, and comments on my Tom Brady jersey, saying that her uncle was a friend of his. I smiled and acknowledged her comment, but didn't say anything else and wasn't interested in talking to her. She rubbed my shoulders and tried to talk, but I just didn't say anything. After a moment, she gave up and moved to the guy next to me, giggling at him like she did to me.
Later in the evening, she happened to plop herself down next to me and told me that I hurt her feelings by not talking to her. I apologized in a monotone and didn't converse with her any further. She disappeared after that.
As for dances, I got a couple with Ms. L, who was there for a change. Ms. A and her infinitely alluring self got one, too after coming to me and chatting for a bit. Otherwise, it was a sip and tip night. Not a bad way to spend a couple of hours and $100.
GenWar
03-21-2005, 02:06 PM
So I have been reading the blue site pretty regularly for about 3 weeks and I thought I would post a trip report. I was in Phoenix three weeks ago where I visited 3 clubs, but I didn’t feel confident that I really “get” the concept of a trip report. I am still not confident…I feel like every one I read is more interesting and involved than my experiences. :-\ Still, I won’t learn without trying, so here goes…I will warn you in advance…I am verbose.;)
Friday is my best friend’s 30th birthday. He has been saying for almost a year that he wanted to go to our favorite club to celebrate. While I make it a point to go at least once every 6-7 weeks (even though I now live 300 miles away), he hasn’t been in a couple of years. So I make arrangements for a weekend trip, which turns out to be this past Saturday. It will be me, him, my wingman (goes on almost every club trip with me) and my wingman’s little brother (never been to a club before.) We have dinner at Ruth Chris’ steakhouse ;D and head downtown for the visit.
We arrive at approximately 9:50 pm. The parking lot is packed, though that is still somewhat early for a 2 am close. I knew the problem immediately...boxing.:( The club is a big fan of boxing and loves to put it on the 2 giant screen televisions that dominate the walls. I am familiar enough to check espn.com and I had thought that a featherweight bout, even a major one, would not be popular enough to cause a crowd. I was half right…cover was the normal price but the place was PACKED. No seating upon arrival, not even in the raised VIP areas. >:(
Now, I have two modes when I go to the club. Party mode and sedate mode. Party mode is characterized by high spending, high drinking, and general boisterous, over-the-top behavior, whereas sedate mode is relaxed, observational and cost conservative. Since we were celebrating, I wanted party mode, which requires, to my mind, sitting at the stage and tipping. So we basically stood in pairs at either end of the stage, waiting for someone to leave so that we could snag their seats.}:D Took about 30 minutes before we all sat. However, during the wait, a tall black dancer named Miss B stops midway through a walk around to see me. Absolutely beautiful ;) and new (as far as I could tell), she chatted me up a bit and asked about the seating problem. I was appreciative; there was not a lot of room working going on and she didn’t appear to be bored, so I got the option of being flattered that she ‘liked my look’ ::) or being impressed at the quality of her SS. Either way, it was cool, so I asked her to make sure and see me when we had seats…she said “So we are already making a date for later?” (a subtle, take-away close; I *LOVE* a dancer who recognizes that she has a sales job.;D ) To which I replied, “Absolutely.” For some reason, she found it funny whenever I said “Absolutely.” I let that go and she moved on…what more could we really do with me standing up?
Finally, a couple in the middle of the stage, got up and walked away and we pounced. So, after 30 minutes, I and my friend are seated at the middle of the sage, my wingman is at one end and his brother is in a seat behind us (he wasn’t too keen on regular tipping and I am really not comfortable being with someone at the stage who isn’t going to tip.) We settled in, got our drinks (mmmm, Petron! ;D) and out came the ones. I love to tip ones at the stage…I know I am not getting any loyalty and that they have to be up there but I just enjoy putting the bills in the g-string. I never do just one, usually 2-5 depending on how hard they are working the stage and how much effort is being displayed. No sooner than my jacket is off and my money is out than I feel that familiar hand run across the back of my neck and I know that my ATF, Miss Y, has arrived.:) I didn’t see her at all during the standing time, so she was either busy or giving space (that wasn’t a happy half hour for us) but once seated, she arrived. She has to make an entrance and she has to be dramatic, for a couple of reasons. One, she knows her customer and she knows I like that. Two, she knows that she completely missed me the last time I came to visit and she is worried that I will bear a grudge (it IS a long drive, but I can never say mad at Miss Y.) I introduce her as best I can and then she hangs with me for 5 minutes. She can’t stay; not only does she have to work the room, but it is considered rude in this club to sit with a guy at the stage unless it can be done in such a manner so as to not interfere with his tipping activity and there wasn’t room given the crowd for both. She promised to return, and moved away.
So I sit back, relax, light up my cigar and watch the ladies go by 8), burning ones at an average rate of $3/song. I love the music in this club, because they let the girls pick their own songs, so there is no excuse for a dancer to not have moves to her own song. And there is no DJ taste to interfere with what is played. I love smoking in this club because they have the air system perfect to let me torture myself with my own smoke but not be able to have the smoke travel far without dissipating. Tonight, the waitress was off, but they are normally pretty good. We sat at the stage for an hour, drinking, smoking, laughing, singing (don’t ask) and generally having a drunken good time. Eventually, people leave and we are able to get 4 chairs together.
I then hear the warning call for Miss Y to go on stage upstairs. That means I have 5 songs until she is on the main stage (Club rotation: one song upstairs in the VIP lounge, one on the stairs leading from the VIP lounge to the main stage, once across the main stage on a little stage inside the second bar and then one on the main stage, where we were seated.) Now, my problem is, I don’t have any $5s. :O Normally, I bring only $20s to the club. They always give you ones in change and unless I am in FULL-ON party mode, I never need THAT many one’s. We did bring $100 in ones but even that was running short. But, I need $5s to tip Miss Y. I can (and will) go $10s but $5s are better because there would be more of them. But, the waitress doesn’t have any; the guy in the bathroom doesn’t have any. I was getting desperate when a shot girl wandered by. I love the shot girls but I rarely take advantage of their services as I am always driving. However, she is working hard on selling us shots, so I ask if she has $5s. She checks and she has 3. Well, how much are the shots? She says they are $5. Seems like it was meant to be. Three minutes later, I am one $20 bill lighter, 3 $5 bills heaver and have had my first experience with something called “Liquid Heroin” (It will not be my last.) Crisis averted. ;)
Miss Y’s stage performance is excellent as usual. She comes over and gives me a little personal show, and the $5s get to fulfill their destiny. She asks if I am ready, and I say, of course. So she flashes her gorgeous smile and continues her dancing. As she is facing the pole, one of the bachelor parties on the far side of the stage has moved forward to wave some bills at her. They haven’t been tipping all night, so this is significant. However, her back is to them. I try to catch her attention and point them out but the song ends and she is off the stage in a flash. I recognize the move, if she can get me right in the dance room, she doesn’t have to get dressed and then re-undress 5 seconds later. So I am in for the first dances of the night. After 2, I am feeling woozy. Three major intoxicants in short order (Petron, Cigar, Miss Y) and I am having trouble thinking straight. She says “You are getting another.” at the end of the song and it is a statement, not a question but I beg off, claiming money troubles and a desire to be clear headed for the showcase. She pouts a bit, which is nearly my undoing, again, but I stand firm (no pun intended.) and insist. “Find me for the showcase,” I tell her. “And I’ll make sure it isn’t one of those once and done deals.” She agrees and gets dressed. As we step out into the club, I point out the bachelor party across the stage that was waving for her. “The guy was waving like an idiot, so I bet there are dances to be had there.” I tell her. Again with the wonderful smile and this one extends a little more into the eyes and I know I scored some points.
(To be concluded...)
GenWar
03-21-2005, 04:24 PM
(continued from previous post.)
I go back to stage but I am having trouble walking and have to apologize to several people who get bumped. Back at the stage, I take a minute to take a breath of smoky air and count up on the funds. Looking a little short, so I hit up the wingman for a loan. He slips me a C-note (that’s why he’s the wingman) and I am much more comfortable with the scenario. 5 songs go by and it is time for the showcase. My favorite club has the best showcase ever. Basically, they gather all the ladies in the upstairs VIP lounge and walk them down the stairs. They come out into the crowd and give out a free dance. That’s it…no t-shirts, no 2-for-1s. Just a free dance. Now, I would never accept a free dance without buying one; nor would anyone with me unless they want to walk home. But, it simplifies matters immensely. Who wants to drag around a too-small t-shirt that ostensibly cost $25 so that you can get a free dance? Miss Y comes down and gives me the nod and I am by her side in a flash. :-* Her favorite spot is taken so we go to my favorite spot next. Amazingly, it is free (privacy makes it popular) and I get 4 more phenomenal dances. After the second, she says, “Do you want another?” I am shocked and reply, “You’re asking?!? I have a choice?” She smiles, “Not really.” I nod. “Then why ask?” She grins now, “It is important to maintain the illusion.” I shrug. “You know me, Miss Y. I have no illusions.” She sobers for a bit at the reminder that our wonderful relationship is fundamentally a business one that ends at the door. But the song is on again and the dance begins anew. After the third, she pauses again. I usually go 2 at a time (the first one was free) so she suspects that we will take a break because it is all my sanity can handle. She raises an eyebrow at me. I contemplate. I have a thought. I ask, “how much do they charge you guys to work here?” She says it is $100 a night. (wow.) “Are you having a good night then?” She frowns. “Not really.” “Well, then if I had 2 earlier and 2 now, I need one more so you can break even.” The smile comes back on and off she goes. After 4 in a row, I know I need to relax a bit. I make her promise to come see me before the end of the night (I don’t want to leave with money, do I?) and head back to the seating at the stage.
Again, I take inventory. It is 1 am, still have a healthy cash level, one more cigar, and I have switched to beer for driving purposes. So I light up the second cigar and start tipping again. My friend has been up and down all night with a wide variety of women. My wingman has had a slow night. We had hit a club the previous night and it was dead. No energy and no dance requests. He had one dance in 4 hours and was PISSED. >:( If he doesn’t get asked again tonight, it will not be pretty. He has a very interesting dance philosophy. For the most part, he won’t say no to a dance. But he won’t solicit them, either. When we go to a club that is all girls saying “Wanna dance?” he is busier than anything but at a relaxed club like my favs, he tends to be alone a lot. Well, that is why *I* am HIS wingman. I jump up and endeavor to find a girl he would like and bring her over. I turn around to walk to the isle…as I arrive, Miss Y walks up. “What a great coincidence,” I thought. (In hindsight, I am forced to wonder.) I lean over and explain the problem. Can she help me find someone to take care of him? She assures me that this is a situation she can handle. She goes over and takes him by the hand and leads him to the dance room. My heart jumps into my throat. I am not jealous (Rule #4 of clubbing – no promises and no jealousy.) but I am worried that he will feel what I feel and he will use his massive bank roll to burn the entire remaining hour of club time. Oh, well, sharing is caring, right? :-\
Reseating my self at the stage and I look up as the song changes and who is walking across stage but Miss B. She is headed from stairs to bar stage and she points at me sternly and says, “I am mad at you.” But she smiled when she said it. As she comes on to the main stage, she bounces over and squats down to chat. She has been trying to catch me all night. I shrug and try to look chastised. :-[ I find another $5 (where did that come from?) and reach up to tip her. She grins and says, “Oh, now I get a $5. That is a pity $5. You are just sorry you left me hanging.” I shrug. “Well, if we are going to do it, it should be quick, because I suspect I may be busy again before the night is over.” “As soon as I am off stage, “ comes the reply. Her song ends and she dresses, bounces down and comes over to grab me. The DJ says that we are beginning the 4th to last song of the night.
As we reach the dance room, who should come out but the wingman and Miss Y. My wingman’s eyes are glazed and he is having trouble not grinning like the Cheshire Cat.;D I hope that isn’t what I look like after her dances. I motion to Miss Y behind Miss B’s back that I just need 1 dance and I’ll be ready. She nods. Miss B leads me in, sits me down and jumps on. She is a talkative one…asking me about the time we are having, why we came tonight, what is my racial heritage. She also keeps up with a steady stream of SS compliments. I am cute, my beard is soft, etc, etc. At one point I mention that a lot of dancers tell me I look like Suge Knight to which she hilariously replies, “You do not look like that ugly motherf#
[email protected]#er.” I had to laugh at that one. :D Her dance is good, not outstanding but not making you mentally count the things you could be doing with that $20. About 30 seconds in, Miss Y comes in with my best friend. At least she didn’t waste the song.
The song ends and Miss B asks for her $20. (33% of sales is good collections.) I look over and my friend and Miss Y are showing no sign of abatement. So I tell Miss B, they aren’t stopping, so there is no point in us stopping. So she starts again but she is talking some more and the dance is interfering. She is a good conversationalist, so much so that I don’t really mind that the dance has stopped. She just straddles me and starts giving me a shoulder massage while we talk. She wonders why Miss Y’s activity means we get another dance. So I explain that I came the 300 miles to see Miss Y. She is amazed and starts saying flattering things about Miss Y. (Miss B is apparently a masterful genius at SS or she is really an amazing person. Pardon my cynicism, but I am going with the former.) Miss Y is really sweet and they get along great and so forth. So, did I have a good time tonight? “Absolutely.” I stated. She laughed. I asked, “What’s funny?” She said, “I love the way you say that. (imitation of me) Absolutely. It is so cute.” Didn’t exactly know what to say to that *shrug*.
So the song ends and Miss Y is stopping. Miss B jumps over and grabs her and brings her over. 2 songs left. I thank Miss B and slip her the requisite money. And it is me and Miss Y for the end of the night. The dances are at a new level for that last 2. I don’t know if it was the cash she made off of us, or the points I earned over the course of the evening but she was really on her game for the last of the night. I asked her if my friends were polite gentlemen. She said they were. “Tell me if they weren’t, and they are walking home.” I joked. She said she was very happy with the evening. The final song ended and like all good things, the night had come to an end. She barely got dressed before the bouncer came in and escorted her out. We said our goodbyes and she was gone. I had to sit for 3 minutes to recover. My friends had my cigar case and my coat and the bouncers were leading everyone to the door and I just sat there and stared for a bit. What a night.
We headed out…I remembered to tip the waitress and we hit the road. Someone suggested the later club down the street but I couldn’t sully the memory…it was too great a night to not end cleanly. So we piled in the Pacifica and hit the road.
Numbers? I don’t get how you can keep track of the numbers? I never can. Here is my guess:
$100-$125 in stage tips.
$50-$75 in drinks.
$10-$15 in miscellaneous tips
2 dances, Miss B. $40
8 dances, Miss Y. $140 (one free)
The wingman had 5 (most he has ever had with one girl at a time, even his ATF.)
My friend had 2. Both said they got my mental hint to free her up for me at
the end.Good friends are hard to find. Gotta remember to appreciate mine.;)
Well, I hope this is cool as a trip report. Might be too long or too detailed or something. *shrug* Like I said, I’ll try this one and if JZ or FBR cut it, I’ll know :)
Richard_Head
03-22-2005, 07:50 PM
After a long day at work today I decided a SC visit was in order on the way home and made a quick stop to one of my favorite clubs. I got there about 4pm, the parking lot was full again, this place is always busy, even on Tuesday afternoons. I tipped the bouncer to find me a good seat and I was in business. I was sitting no more than 30 seconds when Ms Perfect 10 appears in front of me, talk about good timing, no "Jack LaLanne wannabe" fucko'ing me today:D. This girl is incredibly FIT, I love the FIT girls, it does make a difference to me whether the girls are FIT (but that a subject for another thread). Okay back to the TR, Ms. Perfect 10 got to work immediately, this girl is not only HOT as hell, she is a great dancer (or lap dancer to be more precise), lots of contact, lots of stick shifting, lots of kittie flashing, a light kiss here and there, very enjoyable to say the least. After she left I glanced across the club and who do I see sitting there but Mike Tyson, he lives in Phoenix now, apparently he's in a break from training:-\ , he seemed very popular with the girls, according to them he is also a SCJ. Only one other girl really interested me at this point and she did have a fuckoe on her hands (not Mike Tyson) so I took off, I was only there about an hour but still had a great time.
SeppeSai
03-22-2005, 10:26 PM
Welcome aboard, GenWar. Great TR you put up. :)
Someone suggested the later club down the street but I couldn’t sully the memory…it was too great a night to not end cleanly.
I know exactly what you mean.
Chili Palmer
03-23-2005, 12:28 PM
Here's one for old time's sake:
Okay, so I fly out Thursday night from my vacation hotel in Phoenix to LV...no hotel room, no rental car, just a plan and a couple grand in my pocket to basically live at OG all night and then fly back to Phoenix in the morning. Yes, I am taking a vacation from my vacation.
First time I've ever experienced the taxi queue at McCarren Field, and hopefully the last. "No luggage?" queried my driver. "Nope, just drop me off at the Hard Rock Hotel," not wanting to sound like a total perv, plus I wanted to put a few bets down on the NCAA's (did I mention there's a strip club across the street, too?). Bets placed, I walk across the street to Club Paradise, a ritzy, "upscale" gentleman's club. $20 cover, find a seat. Nice place, lots of hot, hot dancers and a few not so much. It's a "gown" club, and the place is surprising busy (ConAg convention in town). I try out two dancers, both smokin', both D-cups, both a little grind and both a lotta no touching. Of course, with a bouncer watching over us who makes Ray Lewis look like a bone smuggler, fun is not to be had at this club.
I have the doorman get me a cab. "Where to?" "A real club, Olympic Gardens," I reply, to the amusement of the cabbie. Last time I was at OG, there were some real jewels on the dayshift, including one stunning young blonde whom I would sell my sister to the Arabs for, she was that fine. A top 5 all-timer. No such luck this time: pickings are mightly slim. Only one stage is going, the big room is closed and there's no good places to sit, as every fucken table has a "reserved" sign on it.
An asian dancer with nice implants sees me and drags me to her table. Instantly, she is frisking me for concealed weapons (I have only one: a blunt instrument hidden in my pants). She alternates between trying to KMSO, telling me how much she loves my cock and trying to upsell me to the VIP room. No way I want to shoot at 8 PM and spend the next 12 hours wandering around), so I defer and have her stop after 4 laps. She instantly asks, er, demands a tip for her efforts.
The next hour is a desolate wasteland. There's one dancer with short spikey hair, and I spend about 15 minutes debating with myself if she looks more like one of The Duke's henchmen in "Escape From New York" or like the dude with assless chaps chasing Mel Gibson all over post-nuclear war Australia in "Mad Max." Regardless, that's one scary chick, but she is topped by the landlord from "King Pin", who apparently is picking up some extra coin doing laps now. <shudder>
The only thing worse than being bored (and trapped) in a strip club with no dancers you like is being bored, trapped AND having to listen to inane conversation from the yokels from Wisconsin and the rest of the flyover states. I had to listen to this one schmuck tell one gal (35ish), who made Kate Jackson look voluptuous by comparison, how beautiful she was, all the while she was picking off him and his buddies one by one at the couch. They really should have a Pepto-Bismol concession stand at these clubs. Talk about beer goggles, sheesh.
Finally, the hotties start to trickle in. I find a busty brunette with a friendly attitude, wandering hands and a desire to share. She looks for a more private table for us, and we do about 10 laps off and on. When she leaves, an unbelievably hot young blonde with some major implants stops by, and we get to know each very well. She asks me about the VIP, and I demur. She asks why, and I explain my concerns about overcharging and underdelivering. She understands, and promises it wouldn't be that way with her, but she needs her friend to help spot for her, but she isn't in the club. I tell her to come find me if her friend comes in, and she agrees.
More dances, then the brunette comes back and takes me to the big room, which has opened up. We find a comfy place along the wall, do more dances. Life is good again, the plan is working fine. There's a drunken party of six at a table near me, and i watch their interaction with the dancers in between laps. My blonde hottie comes over to them and laps the first, then a second dude. While the dude is grabbing her ass, she looks over at me and yells, "There she is!," pointing to another dancer. When that song ends, she leaves the dudes and goes to get her girlfriend. She walks back by the drunks' table, all of whom are waiting for their turn, and totally blows them off, walking
straight to me. I link arms with her and her girlfriend, and as I walk by, they make a few weakass comments, and I just turn, smile, and shake my head at them. A classic cock-blocking moment, watching their stunned, shell-shocked faces as I walk into the VIP room with "my" ladies, and perhaps one of the high points of my SC'ing career.
The VIP at OG consists of a separate bar, tables on the floor (avoid these) and a raised area for more private booths. We got a booth. Drinks in VIP are $20, and you are expected to buy at least one for the dancer and tip the waitress $10. Nice scam, huh? There is no fee per se to enter the VIP, but you need to have negotiated a fee up front, which may or may not include the grease you need for the VIP Manager. Anyway, with all business handled, we now get down to business. Was it worth it? Abso-fucken-lutely. My dancers delivered as promised, phone numbers exchanged and everyone leaves happy.
A little later I spot an old friend, Europe Dichan, a big bust (do the letters "HH" mean anything to you?) feature who works regularly at OG. I literally chase her across the club, wait for her to smoke a butt behind the employees only section of the bar, then she finally sees me and gives me a hug. We renew acquaintances, then do about 10 laps with my head buried in between those monster natural boobs. Finally, at 4:00 AM, I leave OG, hop into a cab, go back to McCarren and wait for the place to open. Not a bad way to spend a Thursday, and on Friday one of the dancers I met at a club on Wednesday is coming over to my place, so I got that going for me. Ahh, vacation.
CP
Katrine
03-23-2005, 06:23 PM
I could have told you there is no mileage at Paradise, but you knew that. I really enjoyed mixing it up working at clean Club Paradise and relatively dirty Spearmint Rhino (in the right places). It made me feel simulataneously close to both the pinkies and the blueballers. ;)
Moneywise
03-23-2005, 06:52 PM
It's nice to see you back posting Chili. ;)
Ms J. called earlier today. I returned her call on the way home from work. We hadn't talked in about a week and I was not going to make the first call. (stubborn) She wants to "do something" Saturday night. (without the kids in tow) :O I've called logistics and procures supplies for the weekend. Perhaps I will have another OTC entry after the weekend. We shall see.
Batten down the hatches! Full steam ahead! }:D
Richard_Head
03-23-2005, 07:16 PM
Thanks CP, excellent read once again :thumbsup:.
I could have told you there is no mileage at Paradise, but you knew that. I really enjoyed mixing it up working at clean Club Paradise and relatively dirty Spearmint Rhino (in the right places). It made me feel simulataneously close to both the pinkies and the blueballers. ;)LMAO
Xanthus
03-23-2005, 08:29 PM
The other night I went to one of my favorite clubs. There was a decent crowd for a weeknight. I looked around, hoping to see one of my favorites, but none of them in sight. A few minutes later, the club held its showcase with all the girls coming up on stage. This is always cool, cause it gives you a quick look at everything that is available in the club. After the procession had commenced, only one girl really interested me. This is one of those girls I call an "Untouchable"; hot as hell, but you won't come within 10 feet of her unless you drag her back VIP.
Not wanting to spend that kind of money, I decided to move on to another club. After being seated for a couple of minutes, I once again didn't see any girls who made me want to part with my hard earned cash. I was about to get up and call it a night when Ms. T was called up on stage. Probably my current fav, Ms. T is blond with dark highlights, and killer body and a beautiful face.
A few songs after her stage set was finished, she thankfully came my way and asked if I wanted a dance. I eagerly said yes. Ms. T seems quite shy. At first I thought she was just unfriendly, but she actually is just a sweet softspoken girl, which just adds to her sexiness. This girl really brings the PL out in me; with her, I would be a RIL in the making if not for the sage wisdom I've picked up here. After a slew of excellent dances, my modest war chest exhausted, I sent Ms. T on her way and went home thinking happy thoughts.:)
Casual Observer
03-23-2005, 11:15 PM
Thanks for the update, CP.
<S> CP
bbgun
03-24-2005, 04:08 AM
My first trip report so I hope that I am able to convey this in a coherent manner and dont just ramble on.
I met Miss S about 4 months ago at the Rhino. She lives in Fla and comes to LV once or twice a month during large conventions. I live in California and come to LV 2-3 times a month. We have done some OTC stuff (diner, show, gambling) but more has never happened other than a little play. We talk Weekly on the phone and I get notified when she is coming to LV. I have other ATF's but Miss S had cast a pheremone spell on me that I have been unable to shake. Perhaps its how she asked for my phone #? (She asked if I had any balls. When I responded why. she said "because if you had any balls you would ask for my phone number)
Miss S called me at the begining of the month to nofify me that she would be coming to LV until the 22nd. I had been unable to free up enough work days to make the trip. Miss S had called last week and said that If I probably would have trouble finding a reasonably priced room so I was welcome to stay with her. Of course there was no way I was passing that up so on Sat I headed out on the 15 frwy.
arrived in LV at 1am. went immediatly to the Deja vu. this is my home base. I know everyone and dont ever get hassled for dances. I picked up a bottle (vanilla absolut) prior to going in. Coming in to the club I ran into Miss T who gave me a big hug and asked if I wanted to go to diner tomorrow. I deflected as I was unsure of plans with Miss S. Miss T knows Miss S and said she understood and wished me luck. A few other fella's that I know from town showed up to share the bottle and the entertainment. We were given a vip booth to chill in (the manager is an after hours drinking buddy of mine). Girls were popping in to the booth most of the night. some would hang out for a drink some wanted to talk some wanted to sit down and not get hassled for sitting. ended up getting a few dances with a girl that I didnt know. Lots of grinding sometimes a little to hard (new girls jeez). bought 3 dances for buddies. Probably shouldnt have wasted my time on the dances as there was so much girl girl action in my booth, I probably missed out. After the bottle was killed (5am) it was time to hit the Rhino and find Miss S. hopefully she had made enought to take off by then. One of the guys I was with used to be a bartender at the Rhino and didnt think that he would be allowed to stay. we all went anyway.
The Rhino is just around the corner so luckily it wasnt that difficult to navigate. Walked into the Rhino and found Miss S right away by the lower bar. this is unusual as the Rhino is usually so dark you are walking into chairs and other people for the first 10 minutes. We walk up to the lower bar and are immediatly given a few shots by the bartender (another drinking buddy). After 2 round a floorwalked comes up to my buddy and says that the mgr says he has to leave. my buddy takes off after a prolonged convo with the floorwalker. we all decide that having him leave really sucked so we decide to have a few more shots in his name. Miss S decides that its time to give me that 1/2 hour she owes me from a month ago. I had forgotten. So off to the vip booth. $20 gets me the corner dark spot behind the raised level. Miss S proceeds to show me how happy she is that I have arrived. after our 45 minutes and 2 more shots (mandatory for 1/2 hour room) we head out. Miss S says she has one more customer than she is ready to go. I am pretty intoxicated so I am happy to hear that. I wait for about 1 hour or so then search to see if I can find her. talk to bartenders floorwalkers etc, no has seen her. Im bummed. I tell the bartender to have her call me is he see's her and tell her Ill be back in an hour. I catch a cab over to tommy rockers for some wings. about 1 1/2 hour later I head back. I am told Miss S left 15 minutes after I did. (now im really bummed). I call and get a room at the palace station (thats where she has told me she will be staying tonight) I check in about 3pm and crash out. at 6pm I get a call from Miss M. She has just checked in and wants me to come up. she tells me she had a late check out where she was staying earlier. I come up and she again shows me how happy she is to see me. I of course show her I am just as happy. about 9pm we decide to hit diner. we go downstairs to the pasta palace and have a diner of overcooked shrimp scampi. We go back up to the room and play somemore. Miss S tells me that she has to sleep a little before going into work.
I get a couple of phone calls pretty close to midnight. one is from Miss T who says that it is Miss K's birthday on monday and as of midnight they are celebrating. I also get a call from the buddy from the night before who is looking for something to do. Miss S says if you want to go play just come back and get me at 2am.
I head over to deja vu making a stop to pick up more cash and liquor. we all meet up at deja vu. Miss K is already getting trashed but is happy to hang out and drink some more. We ended up filling up 2 vip booths at dejavu and killing most of the alcohol. I even get called into the managers office for a jagerbomb with the boss. Miss K get put on stage and every girl in the club gives her the business. (I think I tossed about $75 on stage for that event). At 2:30 I call Miss S who says that she is to tired to go to work and to just let myself in when I come back.
at 4am dejavu is closed and we move the party to tommy rockers. probably 40 dejavu employees, dancers etc, have navigated over to Tommy's. We are all getting extremely trashed. Miss K has said probably 10 times already that this is the best birthday of her life. I talk Miss C and Miss T into doing body shots for Miss K's birthday (Miss K is a lesbian) they oblige and get naked on the bar. whip cream ends up everywhere. (Lucky I was there to clean some of it up).
At 5am Miss S calls and says that she is not feeling good and wants me to come back she also asks me to bring some wings back for her. I tell the party that I have to go in a bit and have another shot or two. about 10 minutes later I get another call from Miss S The mgr of dejavu grabs the phone and tells her that I am drunk, out with the boys and am not coming. she cusses him out and he gives me the phone saying "omg your so busted" She asks me to hurry, while I am getting jeered in the background calling me "pussy" "pansy" "mary boy" "sissy" and whatever else. Miss S says laughs at hearing the jeering and tells me she will make it up to me.
The wings come and I head out. I arrive and Miss S says that she was feeling really hungry but didnt want to go out. She laughs at me for all the jeering I took then does just what she said she was gonna do. About 1 1/2 hours later Miss S has finished the wings, Finished me and is now asleep. I get a call from Miss T who says that are all at the Rhino and to come over. I leave Miss S a note telling her where I am at and cab it to the Rhino. I get to the Rhino and about 20 holdovers from the Tommy rockers party are here. I get a few free shots just for showing up. Miss T is looking for someone to get some dances from. I hook her up with Heavenly who is absolutly spectacular. Miss T likes the dances so much she gets 3 for $100 and when done convinces all the other girls to also. The welcome shots have sent me right back to intoxicated. two girls who I cant rembere their names sit on my lap. I dont have the energy to send them on their way. The manager from dejavu buys me a dance from both. the dance gets interupted by a floorwalker who says that the manager Miss B is in the video room and to be careful. I was pretty unimpressed by the dance. (Im not sure if it was that bad or if Miss S ruined me for the night) at 10am we head over to pt's for a final shot and head home.
total tab
1 unused hotel room $90
diner with Miss S $75
tips at Deja vu for fri and sat $125
dances at dejavu $90
purchased alcohol $100
'tommy's bill $75 (I love drunk bartenders)
drinks at Rhino $100
SportsWriter2
03-24-2005, 09:25 AM
Chili, Genwar and bbgun, I like your attention to the unexpected details of social interactions. The TR thread is on a roll again. :)
Well, I hope this is cool as a trip report. Might be too long or too detailed or something. *shrug* Like I said, I’ll try this one and if JZ or FBR cut it, I’ll know :)
Hey Gen thanks for the TR ;D
Don't worry about the length. Those of us who like tons of "detail" will read every word. The guys and gals who don't will skim. Its all good :P
Personally I try to keep it to one page but sometimes you can't ;)
FBR
The TR thread is on a roll again. :)
I agree Sporty...some damn good TR's lately ;D
FBR
GenWar
03-25-2005, 06:25 AM
Nice TR, JZ. I really like the detailed description. I can almost see it...like fuzzy half impressions in my imagination...THAT is good detail.;D
Dunno why you are experiencing burnout...personally, I am so looking forward to the day when my income is sufficient to support my desires. I can hardly imagine what is like when the desire is the factor that is lacking...:-\
Richard_Head
03-25-2005, 11:02 AM
Jay, what happened to Ms Sensuous? Did she quit dancing? Move? Switch to a different club?
Nice TR, JZ. I really like the detailed description. I can almost see it...like fuzzy half impressions in my imagination...THAT is good detail.;D
JZ writes great TR's..just not enough of them ;) :P
FBR
Richard_Head
03-31-2005, 10:59 PM
Quick TR. I was heading home from work today and got the itch and decided to make what is becoming a weekly stop to see Ms Perfect 10, I can't get enough of this girl, LOL, the DANGER, DANGER signs are going off. Anyways, I get to the club about 5pm, find a good seat and sure enough she is over in no time, I seem to have moved up on her pecking list, no complaints here, a little chit chat and we were off, dances were again excellent, her body is just unreal, my perfect type, long & lean, toned abs, great ass, long legs, add in a beautiful face and all I can say is Wow. LOL, does that sound too RIL? Perhaps Chilli ran into her on his AZ trek (PM me CP)? I decided to stick around for a bit after she was done with me as I noticed a few hot new girls in the club, there is always plenty of room in the rotation for a eager young newbie, took the opportunity to meet Ms A a tall, lean, toned black girl with a picture perfect ass, her dances were also very nice. I headed out at that point, not a bad way to spend a couple of hours after work.
britfreak2
04-02-2005, 08:49 AM
Last night was the first night in 2 months since I've gone to any club at all. I felt deprived so I decided to hit up the club down the road from were I'm staying at. I've been to this place before but it was a 2 years ago.
There was a pretty good crowd when I walked in. $1 cover charge. Ok... It wasn't the greatest place I've ever been to but I've been to worst. Fat old chicks running the bar. And the way it looks the pregnate and fat chicks were the waitresses.
There was only maybe 2 decent looking girls working. I decided to give it a try and bought a dance from Miss H. She reminded me of Milla Jochavic(I have no idea on how to spell her last name). I liked her. But she kept on asking if I liked her hair. She had short wavy hair that I like quite well. But, an hour later during her stage set she literally pulled off the wig and fixed it mid song. I'm sorry ladies but if you wear a wig please wait until your off stage in the dressing room because it kinda ruins the mood quite a bit expecially me if I really do like your hair style I don't need to know that it's a wig.
So, the rest of the night I just sat at the bar and then left. I sure can't wait to get back to SD to see Miss A. I miss her a lot.
Richard_Head
04-02-2005, 09:58 AM
Where was this club britfreak? When do you get back to SD?
Destiny
04-02-2005, 10:02 AM
... I liked her. But she kept on asking if I liked her hair. She had short wavy hair that I like quite well. But, an hour later during her stage set she literally pulled off the wig and fixed it mid song. I'm sorry ladies but if you wear a wig please wait until your off stage in the dressing room because it kinda ruins the mood quite a bit expecially me if I really do like your hair style I don't need to know that it's a wig...OMG that is soooo funny I laughed so hard I spit my coffee out ;D
Sorry you didn't have a great time, but thanks for sharing. ;D
britfreak2
04-02-2005, 05:39 PM
Oh, it's in Jacksonville, FL. I won't say the name of the place though. It still was better than that crappy place in El Salvador.
I got 2 months till I get back to SD. I got an e-mail from Miss A earlier today and I guess all the girls want to though a welcome back party. We'll just have to see it's another 2 months away.
A_Guy
04-02-2005, 08:51 PM
So… occasionally I go on binges. My binges can be anything from drinking, smoking, eating, running, working… etc. For the past month, it has been hours upon hours of work. This week, however, it was Strip Clubbin’ … My problem is I’m young, not married, have no kids, making decent money for my age (but by no stretch of the imagination am I rich), have zero debt, and pay virtually nothing for rent – so essentially I have cash coming in each month with relatively little financial obligations. Even with all this extra cash on hand, my irresponsible side makes it difficult to save money.
Oh well…… I have much more fun this way ;)
As you all know, occasionally we get an itch – an almost uncontrollable urge to visit our respective clubs. But, I’m beginning to learn that the more I scratch this itch, the worse it gets! Does anyone know where I can find some Strip Club Benadryl?
On that note, let’s have a trip report, shall we?
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So it’s Tuesday night, 11 pm. Due to a friend’s illness, I reluctantly attended a Duran Duran concert with my sister which just wrapped up. After the concert, I found myself smack dab and conveniently in the middle of downtown Cleveland
hmmmmmmm….what to do, what to do.
Lately, my inhibitions are getting easier and easier to overcome. This night, it only took one beer to unconsciously drive my car in the direction of what now has become my club.
For a Tuesday night, it was quite packed thanks to another Cleveland Cavaliers loss at home. Oh well, there recent slide hasn’t seemed to dampen the spirits of the strip club faithful. I enter the now familiar walls of the club, pay the cover, and head straight to the bar for a gin and tonic – with Bombay sapphire of course ;).
The club has been under construction for a few months now, with corporate pumping in about $3-4 million to completely overhaul the interior look and feel. This tends to limit the floor space, but the energy within the club remains high. Unfortunately, there is absolutely no chairs available on the floor, just one in a high dancer/customer traffic area. Oh well, I thought. I’ll just have a seat, scope things out and possibly leave early. It’s a Tuesday night, and I have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning for work anyways. I’ll just stick around for 30 minutes, have a drink, maybe a dance, and be out of here……
Or so I thought
Within 5 minutes, 6 girls had came to me with the “wanna dance” routine. After all the threads I’ve read here and in the Hustle Hut on SW, I had to chuckle to myself. Poor girls…. they have so much to learn.
Finally, though, a familiar face spots me. The girl that danced for me on my last visit smiled and quickly headed over. God damn she’s gorgeous… just my type. Tall, slender, smooth stomach, blonde hair (it’s dyed, but I’m not complaining), and soft, perky natural breasts. I’m sold even before her fine behind could plop into my lap.
Her: “Hey A_Guy, how have you been? I’ve missed you”.. giving me the cutest pouty look she could muster
well, I was impressed. She’s only danced for me once two months ago, yet she remembers my name. I have a pretty common name, so maybe she just guessed, lol.
Me: "I’m fantastic. You look gorgeous tonight"
Her: "awwww.. thank you honey."
She hands me a cigarette. Occasionally I smoke when I drink, but lately I’ve been pretty good about it. Not tonight though.
Her: "How’s your marathon training coming?"
Damn, she has a good memory. I couldn’t even remember telling her that I was running a marathon.
Me: laughing.... "pretty good". I said as I’m puffing on a cigarette and taking a drink, lol.
Me: "can I buy you a drink"
Her: "ummmm.. well, I don’t drink during work, so I’ll just have a coke"
That’s a $5 coke, but I’m not complaining.
We bullshit for about 15 minutes… During this time, not once did she ask me for a dance. Yup. I like this girl. I was so pleased that she didn’t open up with the “wanna dance” routine with me, that I gave her a $20 just for the conversation.
Me: "So, what does a guy have to do to get a dance around here?"
Without saying a word, she stands up, spreads my legs, and works her magic. It’s a dance that’s slow, sexy, seductive and sensual all wrapped up in a twenty dollar bow.
Naturally, it doesn’t take long for her to get me worked up.
Her: "So, do you want to take me upstairs tonight"
Upstairs, meaning the VIP area
Me: "You have no idea… but what’s the cost?"
Her: "It’s $250 per girl per hour, plus $150 for drinks"
Me: "I could do the $250, but what if I don’t want to drink?"
Her: "well…. the $150 is the club required fee whether you drink or don’t drink. It’s a required tab while in the VIP area."
Me: ….
Her: "Come on! You know you want to party with me"
Hell yeah I would love to party with you…….. shhhhhit
Me: "Well, I would love to sweetie, but I just don’t have the cash on me, and I don’t want to drink that much tonight"
Her: "But I reallllly want to be close to you without all these people around."
She gives me a little playful grind in my lap, leans back and let’s her hair fall over my shoulder and against my back. Her neck is inches from my nose. I get a whiff of the lotion she has rubbed all over her simply fine body.
Oy Vey
She pauses in this position… she’s thinking…. I’m thinking
Didn’t I have something to do tomorrow? Hmmmm… for some reason I’m having difficultly remembering that it’s a Tuesday night and I have a 8 am meeting that I’m leading the next morning.
Her: "You could always just put it on your credit card"
Normally, this sales technique doesn’t work with me. Credit is the same as cash in my opinion. $400 is $400 is $400… period. But as I said before, lately, it doesn’t take much to break down my now weak walls of inhibition… I think I was looking for any reason to say yes.
Me: <sigh> "Let’s do it"
Her "I don’t drink while at work" philosophy went out the window as soon as we set foot in the VIP area. The $150 bar tab equates to about 21 drinks. I’m not sure how many we had, but with every shot of vodka, we got a full glass of cranberry juice as a chaser, and we had quite a few of those. I also gave the dj about 6 shots, and the waitress a couple also… I’m pretty sure we went well over our quota… but who’s counting? It’s Tuesday night! lol
I was able to get the DJ pretty drunk. He became a bit slurry on the microphone… at one point he announces "I’d like to give a special thank you to A_Guy up here in the VIP room. He’s treating us well"… which ended with a drunken "WoooOOhOOOO". Lol… then all eyes in the place were on me. Not the kind of advertisement I wanted when I’m trying to make my SC visits discrete, but oh well. lol
So for the next hour we went from deep conversations, to playful sarcasm, to bs'ing in the DJ booth, and back to the couch for some more mind blowing lap dances. It was like I was at an awesome party, except the only difference is that every few minutes I would have a gorgeous naked women sensually writhing around in my lap.
1:30 rolls around, I’m having a great time, but unfortunately time’s up.
Her: "I’m sorry, but the hour’s up"
She’s seductively draped across my lap … it’s really comfy in this position. I could have easily fallen asleep with her there in my lap.
Me: "Welll, shit. That went by way too fast."
Her: "I don’t want to go back on the floor. I’d rather just stay up here with you!"
Me: "Me too… you have no idea."
Her: "You can always just buy another hour! ……and you don’t have to pay the $150 tab again once your up here. Our waitress can just add another hour to your card"
I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that I’ve killed off all my responsible brain cells, but she was making it all to easy to say yes. DancerWealth should get in contact with this girl, lol
Me: "Sign me up"
Yup, she’s good…. I’m sure the club loooooves her.
The next hour was much of the same, with both of us getting more and more intoxicated. With each dance, she had something new she would try. The best of which is when she would get slightly aggressive. We would lock our hands together, and then she would hold them over my head and against the couch, while gently grinding in my lap. Then she would lean back, and slowly run her hands over her chest and stomach… what a sight.
Man, I’m loving this way too much.
Ah, but we all know the plight of the common PLer - all good things come to an end leaving us with a lighter wallet and still with that insatiable SC appetite. 2:30 rolled around, the club lights flipped on, and it was time to go. She sighed, I sighed, and she gave me a sweet little kiss on the corner of my mouth.
Her: "Come back soon"
All I could manage was a smile and a wink…. I’ll be back sooner then I think.
I woke up at 5:30, i.e. 3 hours later, with a horrible horrible hang over, a burning hole in my wallet, and a big grin on my face. I wonder if my coworkers were able to smell the perfume that was thoroughly ground into my skin.
The problem for me now, is that I really connected with her. She’s has a strong yet playful personality, not to mention a fabulous body. Exactly my type… too bad this club is extremely convenient. I have a feeling this year will be interesting from a financial stand point.
So, I’m not going to total up the dent for this visit… but I’m sure you can figure it out. A few dances and drinks on the floor, over 2 hours in the VIP room, some good tips and a healthy, “required” bar tab. I’ll just say, she did really well that night.
I had a great time though….…. No regrets
- A_Guy (PLdom's newest resident and thoroughly enjoying himself)
A_Guy
04-02-2005, 08:51 PM
lol... holy shit that's long. It seemed a lot shorter when I was typing it ;D