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SeppeSai
04-03-2005, 02:12 AM
It's not really a TR, but I went to see Sin City tonight and when I saw Jessica Alba do her thing, I was reminded of my ATF and how similar she and Jessica dance. Scary.
Lurker_001
04-03-2005, 03:25 PM
Hey fellow junkies.It's been five or six months since my last TR so i'll try to keep it as short as i can.
Well,the biggest news i have is that my fave,Miss H,is out of dancing.Last time i saw her was the middle of january and have heard contradicting reports on why she's gone."She quit","she found a boyfriend,moved in with him and quit dancing" and "she was in a accident".I truly had no idea of what i had with her until she was gone.Really makes me sad to know i'll probably never meet another entertainer like her.
The last time i saw miss H:
It was mid january and there was someone new at another club i wanted to see.Their clubs,Miss H and the new girl are close together but far from me.It was predicted to snow so i decided to go to town,get a motel room and see the new girl.She wasn't in and not answering her phone so i blew her off and went to see miss H.
To make a long story short the whole night was a disaster.She caught me with another girl and stood there almost in tears.I told her about getting a hotel room and can still remember the look of anguish on her face.We VIPed and afterwards management took all the girls aside and told them,according to miss H,"Don't let anyone touch your dirty parts"... We danced clean... The last time i saw her she was in her street close.Jeans,a shirt and a cute long black button wool sweater.She quits early on fridays,made me pinkie swear to only come in on saturdays and left my life...
Miss C:I've known her for over a year.She worked with miss H.I left miss C for miss H because miss H was alot better all round entertainer.During that time with miss H i had alot of fun with her but Miss C was always on my mind and in my heart.I'm RIL over her.Have been since the first time i saw her.Anyway,she's the only thing left now and i really don't want to look for another girl...
Friday night april 1st 2005:I arrived at the club to find Miss J at the door.Miss J ,who,was miss K until she moved to the other club as miss M and is now back at this club,lol.She's great.My first time at the other club she surprised me by being there.That was cool as going to a new place is always scary.
Miss J and i are at the bar and i see miss C.She's looking over at us.I'm pissed now because miss C comes over,stands there and lights up a smoke!! She's smoking now :-\
I spent most of my money on Miss J,had alot of fun and only had fifty bucks left.Miss C came over to the bar.We talked.She asked if i wanted to VIP and i told her no and that i only had fifty left.She seemed to be disappointed then agreed to VIP saying "it's ok,you've compensated me well in the past".I felt bad about that,she's the best at flirting ::)
Saturday night april 2nd 2005:I felt so bad this morning,and horny so i decided to take four hundred out of my savings (gasp) and go make it up to Miss C.I get to the club with the sole intention of finding miss C,avoiding all others.Didn't happen.She was no where to be seen so i sat at the bar waiting for her stage show.Miss D,a total hottie comes over and co menses to cuddle.I had no intention of spending on her and should have said so but it was nice to have someone show interest like that.Maybe ill bilk her for all i can for as less as i can }:D.
Miss D excuses herself to go to the bathroom so i take this opportunity to head down stairs to look for Miss C.
She's at the door talking to the bouncer.I sit at the bar near her and she comes over.She says "i didn't know you were here".. i say "Long time no see",heh.
We talked for a while.I'm always at a loss for words with her and she's kind of quite so theres alot of awkwardness there.She asked for me to buy her a shot,do a shot with her... She went to do her stage show and i waited for a bit.There are four stages and when she got to the last stage i decided to tip her.
Well,i had three C notes and she got one for her stage tip 8)
We ended up back at the bar for another shot.I asked if i could buy her something and she seemed excited.I don't know what to get her as i didn't ask.Just said to her "well maybe just cash would be better".She seemed pissed at that,guess i'll have to find some jewelry for her.We VIPed for a long time,lol.Ever since miss H has been gone and we've been back together Miss C has been very very naughty,lol.She's not breaking the law but her contact is insane :)
Welp,that's all for now.Cya next time ;D
Casual Observer
04-03-2005, 05:14 PM
Nice to see you back in action, A_Guy.
GenWar
04-03-2005, 09:17 PM
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
Great TR, A_Guy. Not just saying that cuz I did the one for last night on the plane and it is 5.5 pages in word. I am gonna post it though...can't cheapen the experience.
I LOVE the quote. I quite literally laughed to the point of tears. I wish I could buy drinks for the DJ in my favorite club. Still, he does such a great job, might not be a good job to threaten that.
WooooOOhOOOOO! ;D ;D ;D
-gen
GenWar
04-03-2005, 09:40 PM
Once again, I headed to the favorite club for Saturday night festivities. It seems unusual to me given some of the trip reports I read to PLAN a trip to the club but that is what I typically do. No random stop bys for me. Of course, part of it might be that my favorite club is 313 miles from my house. J This trip was me, the wingman, a buddy from college (K) and another common friend of mine and the wingman (C). C wasn’t supposed to join us but who can go to the pre-club dinner and not go to the club. It would take an iron will.
We had dinner at Maggiano’s downtown. I love Maggiano’s, some of the best Italian food around, especially for a chain. We left dinner about 10:00 after a quick stop off at 7-Eleven for some mints. The club is about 14 blocks from the restaurant. As we zipped down the club’s street, I noticed roadblocks about ½ block from the club. It seems that the club’s block has been blocked off by police for street flooding. What ensued was one of the most frustrating hours of my life, as we drove around downtown, each in our own car, attempting to find a street or alley that the police forgot to block off. After 55 minutes of circling, I found one. I pulled in the club, just as the police got in the cruisers and sped off. Guess the flooding was over. Aargh.
Roll in the club, expecting it to be slow. It actually was but this changed quickly as the road was open. There were literally 5-6 bachelor parties, which is actually good for me, as they typically do not buy dances and I do J However, this meant the usual problem with seating. We found small two seater table along the isle and grabbed it. At this point, it was just me and K, as the wingman and C were still trying to navigate the streets. We sat and I realized I left the ones in the car. DOH. So I head back out and grab them and rush back in, Right after 2 bachelor parties. So it is stand in line for time as the 2 large groups are covered, coat checked and searched/metal-detectored. By the time I make it back to the table, K has found me a chair. I remove jacket and sit and, as if by some magic from the great SC gods, Miss Y appears. She does a mock start as if she is surprised to see me but I know she had me pegged from the door. It doesn’t hurt that I dress in all black and wear a suit jacket, so I look more like the bouncers than the patrons. I barely have time to say hi before the wingman and C arrive.
I don’t know if I have ever fully described Miss Y. She is medium height (maybe 5’6”, 5’10”ish in the shoes.) and athletic build with beautiful, perky breasts and amazing legs. She has long brown hair that goes down to mid back, which she wears either straight or semi-curly. She was wearing a stylish black gown (I don’t remember straps but I think they were there.) with slits all the way up the thighs on each side. She has the most expressive face which ranges from a 100-watt smile that will make you positively preen to a pouty frown that makes your hands itch with the need to choke anyone that would cause her a moments pain. I’ll hope you forgive my PL moment there, but I wanted you to have a picture.
Miss Y comes over and sits on my lap. I ask how the night is going and she frowns her lovely frown and says bad. It has been dead (road closure) and it is now 11:30 pm…only 2.5 hours left. The night is shot; it is officially a bad night. I tell her, it won’t be a bad night, trust me. She smiles. Asks if she can have a drink. Of course. The waitress returns with my Petron Sunrise and she orders a Vos? Vodka and tonic martini and a bottle of water. Interesting…The waitress leaves and Miss Y settles in on my lap. This is a bit odd, she normally has SO many customers and can’t just hang for a drink…slow night is apparently my gain. I resolve to make sure that she benefits for this as much as I do.
Miss Y has now noticed that the wingman and C are standing. She asks if they need seats. They do. So she gets up and begins trolling the upper level we are seated on for chairs. NOW I am really impressed. Never before in this club has this been done for me. Other clubs that pride themselves on service, sure, but not this one. Within minutes, she has a chair to my right for the wingman and a chair next to K for C. By now the drinks have arrived, so she sits in my lap again and we enjoy the beverages. Just now, a stage show happens. This is a choreographed show that a group of dancers put on. This one has a bridal theme, as the dancers wear pull away wedding dresses and dance to Billy Idol (“It’s a nice day to start again…It’s a nice day for a…white wedding!”) Miss Y and I watch the show together and clap like maniacs when done (You don’t tip a stage show, don’t know why.) The “brides” come into the audience and find the bachelors for free LDs, how cool is that?
So Miss Y and I chat some more. I confide my secret dream of opening a club and she says that she has had thoughts along those lines as well. We discuss various interesting topics in that vein (How would we do our champagne room? What about layout?) We agree to the key to club management is finding processes and procedures that walk the fine line between benefiting the club and benefiting the dancers. She has a very interesting idea about charging couples for LDs at the door and giving them vouchers. This would address the latest trend of couples coming to the club and burning oxygen without so much as a glance at an offstage dancer.
Finally, she gets up and says she’ll be back for me. She knows me well enough now that she knows I won’t get dances out of the gate, certainly not before at least one cigar. I tell her to find me for the showcase. She agrees. She then surprises me and asks if the wingman is ready for a dance. For the record, the wingman is ALWAYS ready for a dance. So off they go.
I light up and ask C and K what they think of Miss Y. K is surprised because Miss Y matches his taste in women and he and I have a long standing argument about our tastes. He likes petite, thin, athletic brunettes, like Miss Y. I like voluptuous, (tall to the point of Amazonian) blondes and redheads. So why is Miss Y my favorite SC lady of all time? I agree that it is a confusing state but it just worked out that way. Part of it is sales pitch of course and part of it is that she has such great style. *shrug*
I smoke and watch the stage for a couple of songs and I hear Miss Y being called to the upstairs VIP lounge for dancing. Sure enough, moments later, the wingman appears very happy. I look across the club and up and see Miss Y appear above the stairs for her stint in the lounge. Suddenly, the DJ calls for the showcase. He ends the song and plays background music as all the girls assemble. Soon they are all at the top of the stage...the DJ announcing that there are 60 in all. I watch them come down the stage ready to begin my dances with Miss Y but she doesn’t come down. Doesn’t appear at all. I feel loss but I realize she is probably upstairs giving a dance so I am happy that her night is turning around. During the Showcase, Miss B stops by and chats me up but doesn’t ask for a dance. I think she was trying to avoid the showcase for fear of giving a worthless freebie. Bad call, because I would have bought at least 2 in addition to the freebie but I am not gonna ask. (First rule of sales, You have to ASK for the BUSINESS.) She moves on and I continue the smoke.
By now, K has found a massage girl, the wingman has disappeared with another lady and I am sipping my drink, smoking my cigar and enjoying the drunk. Several shot girls had stopped by and they were very forceful in their sales approach. The first, Miss J, basically told me I would love something called a Red Headed Slut, which didn’t sound good. She insisted and I did the shot and she was right. We all did one…as she collected the cash, on a whim, I held up two bucks and asked her the artist of the song playing. She immediately said Ludacris which was right so I forked over the cash. Since I had a stack of ones and no immediate access to the stage, I started doing this intermittently just to keep it whimsical.
As the cigar winds down, I see K walk in front of me with Miss Y. She smiles, I say my heart is broken over the showcase. I say, “Were you making money?” She nods and grins. “Then I’m happy.” So she takes K away and one of her friends comes by…What the heck? I go for a dance. I don’t even remember her name but the dance was not great. Not terrible. Plus, it started mid song and ended at end song. So it was half a dance. Well, I paid her politely, thanked her politely and politely resolved to learn my lesson on her. I return to my seat. Moments later, Miss Y returns and gives me the rub on the back of the neck and a quick bite on the ear. I am done. The wingman says “byebye” in a singsong voice as I disappear.
5 unbelievable dances and $110 later, I am stumbling out of the lap dance room. As usual my memories of the time are vague. I will really have to try skipping one of the “magic three” (cigar, tequila, Miss Y), most likely the tequila so that I can have full functionality of the mass between my ears. I do remember one interchange…She asked if she could ask me a professional question. I said, “Certainly, as we have a business relationship.” She smiles and say “You have seen my hair straight right? Do you like it better that way or curly like it is now?” I answer without a moment’s hesitation “Curly.” She let’s me know that it is actually easier to make it that way…which works out even better.
(continued...)
GenWar
04-03-2005, 09:45 PM
(continued from previous post)
She leads me back to the seat and grabs the wingman. He marches off happily and I go the restroom and return to the seat. Light up the expensive cigar and sit back and relax. Listen to the music, watch the stage. Offer K $2 to tell me the song…he thinks for a moment and is about to answer when Miss J, the shot girl, randomly wanders by and says “50 Cent!” loud and excitedly. I laugh and give her the $2. K says, “I was just about to say 50.” “She needs it more,” I reply.
I have noticed something that I am not sure I am comfortable with during my seat time. Many of the girls know me. They stop by and say hi. They give me winks. They do NOT ask for dances. It is very odd…I will have to remember to ask Miss Y if she said something. (Fifth rule of sales, Do NOT let other sales people cold call into your territory.) It appears I am becoming a regular, with something of a reputation. Miss Y returns after 6 songs with the wingman. She leans over to say Hi and I say “And you thought it was going to be a slow night.” She laughs and kisses me on the cheek and says “Thank you, baby.” I melt. She grabs C and disappears again. So she has now run our table. Good game.
I am smoking the expensive cigar and LOVING it. If you smoke cigars, I highly recommend forming and maintaining a relationship with a small shop owner. Mine never leads me wrong. Miss Y comes back with C and disappears with K. Many women are walking by randomly. I smile and they smile. One stops, her name is Miss C. Gorgeous…long brown hair, natural C cup breasts, stylish black dress. (Sounds like Miss Y doesn’t it? Maybe my tastes are changing…) She chats for a bit. I ask about the night and she says “Not Good!“ emphatically. Now I have to get her a dance. I turn to the wingman. He stares at me deadpan. “Are you kidding, I just had 6 dances with Miss Y. I am done for a while.” Turn to the left and look at C. He waves off. Miss Y will be back any minute but I cannot turn down her pleading gaze. So off we go.
Miss C gives me one of the most amazing dances in a long time. It is not a dance like Miss Y which is erotic and full of wonderful contact, light kisses and beautiful smiles. Her style is more sensual…minimal mileage but not an air dance. And she uses her light brown eyes to total advantage, turning a smoldering gaze on me and maintaining a hypnotic eye contact that drew me in and held me like the proverbial fly in the spider’s web. Her eyes were unremarkable but her use of them was nothing short of spectacular. I *LOVED* it. Halfway through, she leans over to me and says “You’re nice.” (Interesting statement, that. I need a whole other thread for that one.) At the end, she offers another, but the time has bled to later and I am worried about a round two with Miss Y. So I decline but I promise to get her one from the gang. I take her back and convince the wingman to buy one. In hindsight, this was a mistake…the wingman is captain mileage. The joke we have about him is that all he needs is a folding chair on the street corner and a transistor radio, if the mileage is good, he is a repeat customer. He didn’t like the dance but I resolve to find Miss C again.
Miss Y and C are missing and the DJ announces the third to last song of the night. I mentally stomp on any anxiety that tries to rise up inside me. But within a minute C and Miss Y appear. C says, “I brought her back for you.” I look at him and I give him a big bear hug. Now, I am 365 lbs. He is in the high 200’s. This is not a site you expect to see in the club and I am pretty sure he wasn’t all that comfortable with it. But in that moment, he was my hero and I couldn’t help it. I almost shed a tear.
Miss Y takes us to the back room for the final dances, it isn’t as comfortable but they clear it out last. As usual, her final dances are at a higher level. I am in heaven, as she works her magic. Midway through the second song, she points at me and says “Who is this?” referring to the music. I don’t know! Turnabout is fair play but I am stuck…I can’t not know! I listen for a second. Sounds like Limp Bizkit. But better…like this group actually has talent. Limp Bizkit + Talent = Guess Korn. I say “Korn.” She grins, “I don’t actually know.” I chuckle. She asks the dancer next to her, “Is this Korn?” She says “I don’t know…hmmm…” Her patron says, “Yes, it is Korn.” Sounds a little sour, I look over and he shoots me a dirty look. I shrug an apology. Some guys don’t like to chat, I guess.
Miss Y asks me, “You want the last one?” It is almost a joke cuz she knows I can never tell her no. “Of course” I reply. She finishs up and starts to dress quickly. Then she delivers on an earlier promise to exchange emails. I was honestly surprised…I would have never thought but I know it happens based on what I have seen on the boards. She gives it to me and I give her mine. The bouncer is now rushing us out so she leads me out. “I want to say goodbye.” They turn on the lights, “Oh no! The Ugly lights” she exclaims. I assume this must be irony because she is even more lovely in the light than she is in the dark. (God, I am becoming SUCH a PL.)
She comes over and gives us all a kiss on the cheek and thanks before the bouncer rushes her out. Her bad night was turned around as she danced for one of the 4 of us nonstop from midnight on. I am putting on my coat and headed out when a random guy walks up to the bouncer and says “What do I do with these?” he holds up 2 of the club $10s. The Club dollars are 15% down on both the buyer and the dancer. Terrible deal. The bouncer tells him to bring them back next time and he says I live in (city 5 hours away) and I’ll never be back. He is really not happy. I am still in post-Miss Y shock, so I whip out a 20 and hand it to him. He looks confused for a second and then gives me the funny money, smiles gratitude and rushes out. The bouncer starts to say something and then stops. “What?” I ask. “Nothing.” He says. “No…really?” I prompt again. He replies, “Well, I was going to point out that those aren’t actually worth a full $20, but I figure that probably doesn’t really matter to you.” I grin, “Nope.” It wasn’t until I was outside that I sobered up enough to wonder what he meant…what kind of reputation am I getting in this club?
We stand outside in 41 degree rain for 15 minutes while K stands in line to get his coat out of coat check. “Thanks for the warning.” He says. “Leave your coat in the car.” I warn, in reply. He rolls his eyes.
Tally up:
Dances with Miss Y – 8 - $160 + $20 tips
Drinks for me and Miss Y - $40
Dances with Miss C – 1 - $20
Dances with that other chick – 1 - $20
Random shot girl shots, tips, Waitress tips and music challenges - $40
In and out in less than $300. That’s not a ridiculous amount of money is it? Anyway, Miss Y is worth it. She is the very definition of an ATF.
Good clubbin!
-gen
A_Guy
04-04-2005, 09:23 AM
Nice to see you back in action, A_Guy.
Yup... I'm fully back in the saddle. about 3 weeks ago someone asked me what I've been up to, and all I could think of for the past month or so was work & school. So since then I've been to Florida, visited a friend in Pittsburgh, went to the SC (twice), watched 4 great NCAA tournament games, been to one concert, and had one hell of a St. Patty's Day. So essentially I've spent a shit load of cash and have done very little work....
ahhhhhhhhh... much better now
:D
A_Guy
04-04-2005, 09:28 AM
Nice TR Gen.... WooooOOhOOOO!!!!! ;)
how often do you visit this club? 300 miles is quite the hike :O .
GenWar
04-04-2005, 02:02 PM
Nice TR Gen.... WooooOOhOOOO!!!!! ;)
how often do you visit this club? 300 miles is quite the hike :O .
Used to be once a quarter, roughly. But lately, Miss Y has had me there once a month. I have been there twice in the last 3 weeks.
Now, it isn't all clubbing. I used to live in the area and most of my friends are in the area. My favorite restaurant is in the area. So I have a lot of motivation to make the hike. But Miss Y is quickly becoming an additional benefit.
-gen
Malak
04-06-2005, 04:54 PM
Electric Blue - Tolland CT (Wednesday):
Ok, this was only the second time I had been in a strip club. I was feeling let down by a supposed friend and felt I needed a boost so there I went.
First, no one nailed me for a cover charge which was great. The bartender was "Marisa" and she was smokin' hot. Wished she did stage time. Good bartender too.
I prefer brunettes but when I first got there I got hit up by a blonde and I told her I was going to check out the selection first. A girl dancing was mostly blonde but had both categories covered. I tipped her and decided she would do anyday of the week. She was "Angel" (same as my name here FYI ;-)).
So after awhile I decided the brunettes were too childlike for the most part. A blonde came up to me who I thought was Angel and I said yes to a dance but then realized it was not her but Holly. LOL Oh well. She was friendly and I did enjoy her.
So time went by and I was still looking for Angel who seemed to have disappeared. So then I set my sights on Kate who had first come up to me. I also had trouble getting her - I could have interupted a convo I suppose. (Is that cool normally?) So, I learned a big lesson in snooze you loose. I had a girl come up to me with braces and she tried like hell to pursuade me and I give her credit but I was holding out for 3 possibilities.
Prior to this I did get to talk to Kate again. She is from Argentina and I was pleasantly surprised she kissed me on the cheek! Big points in my book. I also got to meet "Lanisa" from Brazil and she had a sultryness about her that I really liked ala girl you'd like to marry. LOL Camilla gave me a shot and she was borderline in my book but I decided after she would do if necessary.
So finally... LOL... another blonde came up to me, "Vanessa" - kind of a typical college girl type of look to her and I said yes to a dance. She was great! She is on my short list for the future. ;-)
So I was pleased with everything except the effort I had to put out to get a dance. They just had a huge event 2 days prior so I don't know if that was a factor but there was a sizable number of customers & dancers it seemed.
mmmmm.... Vanessa <sigh>, but I want Marisa! LOL
Yup... I'm fully back in the saddle.
Good to hear from ya A_Guy ;D
FBR
Susan Wayward
04-07-2005, 01:39 AM
He replies, “Well, I was going to point out that those aren’t actually worth a full $20, but I figure that probably doesn’t really matter to you.” I grin, “Nope.” It wasn’t until I was outside that I sobered up enough to wonder what he meant…what kind of reputation am I getting in this club?
You know, you probably just didn't look like, what, $2 or $3 bothered you (and they are worth a full $20 to a customer, just not a dancer). That bouncer will likely remember you fondly for saving him from having to listen to that guy bitch. What the hell, I wonder if he tries to return unused Chuck E. Cheese tokens, too?
A_Guy
04-07-2005, 09:33 AM
Good to hear from ya A_Guy ;D
FBR
Thank you my man. How's the glorious city of Dayton treating ya?
Moneywise
04-08-2005, 05:26 AM
I made a small trip on Tuesday night. It had been so long since I had gone to my ol stomping grounds during the week. Lately it seems I have been going on Fridays and Saturdays only for whatever reason. Well, I had forgotten how cozy the club can be during a slow night.
MY fave DJ, bartender/waitress, and Ms. J all work Tuesday nights. When I arrive Ms. J is pumping some group of custys some good SS at a table. She sees me a immediately leaves them to join me at the bar where I ordered a nice double of my favorite vodka mixer. It was her turn to hit the stage next. After exchanging pleasantries I told her I would be in the dj booth before she rushed off to prepare herself for the stage set.
I pretty much kicked it in the dj booth for the whole night trippin w/ P on a variety of subjects. He shared stories of his "booth escapades" with me while I listened in amazement of what has occurred in that sacred place in years past. We had a blast. He really wasn’t drinking that night but I persuaded him to share one drink with me. “Just be sure to call * up” I said. * is the bartender/waitress that I absolutely adore. She’s 22 yrs old, loves to drink, and gets looses when the alcohol is flowing. She’s a brunette of medium height with an hourglass shape, a girl next door look and a spunky personality.
When she arrives at the booth I give her a gigantic hug and she rests in my warm PL like embrace as we all share small talk. “You missed my birthday” she says to me. I then took that opportunity to give her one of those I want to bonk you like there’s no tomorrow hugs and whispered a nice little belated happy birthday in her ear. “Get whatever you want to drink. It’s on me. Bring it back here and we’ll toast to your birthday” I said. Off she went returning a few minutes later with a drink in her possession. We toasted as I perved hard by grabbing a good handful of onion and just massaging it. “I need a good butt massage” she said. This encouraged me to use both hands while she stood there in front of me facing the audience through the dj window for a minute or so. She has an incredible onion. Very firm. It brings out the creative side of me.
Ms. J made her way in and out of the booth periodically, each time snuggling with me as P and I enjoyed good conversation. While she was out working another dancer’s, which I have fallen totally head over heels for was on stage. She’s incredibly fit and had a body that eclipses everything else in the club (incl. Ms. J.) P notices my interest and tells me she’s a great girl and “drama free” which is hard to come by nowadays. She notices my obvious captivation and makes her way to the booth after her set. While there she and I engage in some playful flirting.
I’ll take one private dance and a coke please.
Sure. Would you like it now?
Yes. Can you do it right here in the booth?
I can if you’d like. Just have seat in that chair in the corner.
(I'll finish this later)
(sorry, I actually had typed the whole thing out this morning and for whatever reason only part of it pasted and I had already closed the word doc w/o saving. DOH. must have been the human copier error.)
She then proceeded to give me one of the hottest LDs I have had in a very long while. I can't really compare her to Ms. J b/c Ms. J is on another level. I've played with her OTC so getting LDs from her just don't have the "oomph" they once had. Don't get me wrong now. Although Ms. J could easily be a spokesperson for Xanax and medicinal weed she knows exactly how to turn on the charm.
Ms (don't remember her stage or real name) is in the best shape I have seen anyone in since my little rendezvous with the lovely kitty kat. I run my hand across her stomach and feel a good 12 pack. Her body is chiseled with the perfect blend of muscle tone and softness in all the right places. There was lots of medium contact during the first song. During the second song she became a little more adventurous trying to place her nipple in my mouth on numerous occasions. All I could think about was some of the stories I have read on here from the "experienced" vets speculating on what other PL's spit you're tasting when you do so..lol so I didn't take it. However, she did introduce Frazier to her teeth. Damn, this girl was so freaking hot. Afterwards I tipped her well and the three of us talked for quite some time.
When she left the booth I leaned over to P and told him she would be getting a good chunk of my ITC money in the near future. She must have went straight into the DR and told Ms. J about the PD in the booth. Not even three minutes later Ms. J is calling P in the club phone asking what's going on in the booth. We did all we could to hold back the laughter. "Don't let MW leave without saying goodbye to me" she said.
Five minutes later she's in the booth and snuggling with me. "I've gotta watch you" she said. I'm like wtf are you talking about. :O I'm an angel. }:D
Then out of the blue appears some PL that hangs around the club helping here & there. Dude looks and acts like your typical 95 LB. dweeb. He comes in to announce that he's leaving to Ms. J and proceeded to give her this hug that said all of "I'm going to stalk you tonight". While he's hugging her P looks at me and at that point our minds were on the exact same wavelength. We kidded Ms. J about it and cracked up laughing after dude left. I typically don't make fun of ppl but that hug was rather interesting.
She leaves again to go survey the club. I guess being a cool regular comes with some nice fringe benefits. By default, I am plugged into the "SC Past & Present Stripper Gossip Hotline". Among other things I now know why Ms. L hasn't been around in weeks. She's preggo. She was actually about 5 months pregnant before she had to quit b/c it was becoming obvious. She had considered aborting but ultimately decided to keep the child. This will be #3 for her.
After that Tuesday trip the morning phone calls have come every day from Ms. J. We're supposed to do something on Sunday but we'll see what happens.
Dent: $40 for drinks and $50 for the two LDs w/ a tip included.
Richard_Head
04-09-2005, 01:40 PM
Being the PL that I am I had no plans for Friday night so of course that meant a trip to the SC (still not knowing for sure where Shayden will be working I decided upon my favorite club), I decided to get there early and beat the rush, arrived about 8pm found my favorite seat open and headed over, I was distracted to a side stage when I spotted Ms D dancing away, a couple dollars later I did find my way over to my spot. That was the last I saw of Ms D for the night, as some bigger PL had wisked her off to the VIP room>:(.
As I was sitting there I glanced over to a tall blonde dancing for some guy not far away, she looked familiar but it was dark and I couldn't tell if I knew her or not but I decided I didn't think so, a couple of songs later she came over and said "hey stranger, long time no see", I had to take a good look then finally recognized her, it was Ms G, I knew her from a different club, I hadn't see her in months, I had no idea she had switched clubs, her hair was also different, same great body and personality though, she immediately joined me and we caught up on things, she was burnt out from the other club and was making better money at this club so all was well, I got a couple of dances from her and then she had to leave to get ready for her stage set but she promised to stop by later (which she did). What I really like about this girl and most of my faves is that they are not only fantastic looking but also treat me like a real person, I know it's all SS but still I appreciate it, the "you're so sexy" or "I really want to molest you" lines do absolutely nothing for me, treat me like a real person and you're half way there and Ms G is great at that, I always have a blast chatting away with her (and the LD's are not bad either BTW).
After she left Ms L stopped by, Ms L is a drop dead gorgeous asian girl, she will be leaving the business in June, I will really miss her, she's not only hot, not only gives great LD's, but also like Ms L very fun to talk to (plus she's one of the few hot asian girls in town and you all know how I like the asian girls;)). She said she happy to see me because the last two guys she had danced for had been blowing on her privates (LOL, is this a common occurance?) and she knew I wouldn't (was she implying that I was Nice? j/k). Anyways we chatted for a bit, I got a couple dances, she took a break, then got another 4 dances, she stuck around for a bit afterwards then finally decided she had better get back to work.
I tipped a few more girls on stage at this point, including an incredible looking new blonde girl, holy shit was she hot, I didn't get the chance for any LD's from her though as it was much too busy at that point and I never saw her again. Anyways Ms G finally stopped back, and we shot the shit for a bit and I got another 4 dances from her, she told me to be sure to stop back now that I know where she's working and there's no doubt that I will. I headed out at that point as it was getting too crowded to have much more fun.
GenWar
04-09-2005, 03:08 PM
(was she implying that I was Nice? j/k).
Cheap Shot, RH. :)
Nice TRs, RH and MW. I am headed out tonight to some random high maintenance club that the wingman has apparantly been a "member" of for like a year without telling me. "I know you don't like those places." He sez. Just cuz I prefer the GCs, doesn't mean I don't want to review the joints. ;D Just no extras. Impossibly/Inappropriately long TR to follow, no doubt.
I am jealous of you, living in P-hoe-nix, RH. When I was there in March, I visited three clubs, one per night and had three phenomenal times. (Well, the Candy Store wasn't exactly phenomenal, but you can put up with a lot for $5 lap dances.) I still remember the ride in the town car to the airport. Driver asked how I liked phoenix. I said it is great. It is the perfect place for one of my hobbies, I told him. "What hobby is that?" he asked. "Strip Clubs." "yeah," he laughed, "They are pretty good. I think it is probably because hot women grow on trees out here." ;D I'll say.
Richard_Head
04-09-2005, 03:39 PM
Cheap Shot, RH. :) .Sorry GenWar, it was just too easy.
I am jealous of you, living in P-hoe-nix, RH. When I was there in March, I visited three clubs, one per night and had three phenomenal times. (Well, the Candy Store wasn't exactly phenomenal, but you can put up with a lot for $5 lap dances.) I still remember the ride in the town car to the airport. Driver asked how I liked phoenix. I said it is great. It is the perfect place for one of my hobbies, I told him. "What hobby is that?" he asked. "Strip Clubs." "yeah," he laughed, "They are pretty good. I think it is probably because hot women grow on trees out here." ;D I'll say.Yeah, I like it here, we not only grow them on tree's, we get a fresh supply moving here all the time, plus Vegas is very close.
Lurker_001
04-09-2005, 04:23 PM
Pleasantly optimistic friday i plan to stop at the florist to pick out a rose for my fave Dancer.I cash my check and as i'm sitting in the bank drive through i see a jeweler across the street.After cashing a large amount of my paycheck to cash i head there "just to look".there's a nice white gold necklace,i like it,he say's "it's very popular now" so i decide to buy it.
Heading back to the florist to pick up the rose.Forgetting the stem length and knowing i'll have to bring it into the club without attracting too much attention i stop the girl and we pick out a yellow carnation instead.She cuts it shorter than normal and i head home.I hang the necklace on the flower then head off to the club.
I get to the club a little later than normal and it's already pretty crowded.My fave is with another customer so i just sit at my table,flower and necklace tucked inside my jacket waiting for her to come over.Normally i'll talk to her,tip her stage show then more talk and VIP's.She did VIP's for her customer then her stage show then back to the customer.At this point i was about to give up and leave.After all,she's never returned to me after doing VIPs so i figured she may be with this guy all night.
It's really crowded now,she's with her customer still and i figured that i probably made a mistake going in on a friday night.
She finally leaves her customer and walks towards another area of the club.I Thought "That's it,i'll never get a chance to give her the gift tonight" and get ready to leave.
I look up to watch her go and she's looking at me now walking in my direction :)
I get up and step back a few steps to a dimly lit area for the gift giving.She comes up and says "What's wrong?","Why so standoffish?".I smiled and said "nothing's wrong".She then say's quickly "want to go to the bar for a shot?".I said "sure" On the way i pulled her aside at the dressing room door for the gift giving.Heh,i figured another good spot in case she gets mad or something... I've never given a Dancer a gift and was a bit apprehensive.
I say "i want to give you something" and she looks at me kind of confused saying "wha?".And a bit worried,lol... i pull the flower out of my jacket and handed it to her.She almost rips it from my hand,smiles and says "thank you!".I stopped her and pointed out the necklace.
Best part now.She's smiling slowly pulling the necklace out from the flowers grasp.Her eyes fixated on it,darting left and right in a curious manner.As the necklace finally leaves the flowers grasp,dangling in space she turns to me laughing,saying "Oh my god,thank you!"
I get a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.She thanks me two or three more times as we sit at the bar.
We sit for a minute or so looking at the necklace then she wants to put it on.She couldn't get the clasp undone so i had to do it.Holding the clasp open after trying to get it apart for so long i motion to put in on her.She lifts her hair and i put it on.
She heads off to the dressing room to put the flower away then comes back and we talk.She really likes it.Says "it goes well with my current one".Wearing two necklaces at this point i mention to her."I hope you're able to remove it".She then says "well,i've only taken off this one once or twice since i got it".We did some VIPs.She said after "if i don't see you later have a good evening".I said good night then sat around for a while.
I wanted to get some dances from a girl but the VIP was really crowded.I gave her sixty and we just stood at the entry for a couple songs and talked.I decided she could just keep the money.I had to go to the toilet and the VIP kept getting more and more crowded,lol...
Thinking back over the style of the necklace i bought it really doesn't go well with her outfits.For her looks i think it would be a better casual,jeans and t-shirt piece.Or earthy tone dress up night out piece.ahhh,oh well... lol.
KC Joe
04-09-2005, 06:03 PM
^^^^Did you give her the receipt also? It'll make it easier when she takes it back for a refund.
Richard_Head
04-09-2005, 06:25 PM
^^^^Did you give her the receipt also? It'll make it easier when she takes it back for a refund.Joe's right, I hope you gave her the receipt, the pawn shop won't give her nearly what it's worth.
Joe's right, I hope you gave her the receipt, the pawn shop won't give her nearly what it's worth.
Man, you guys are BRUTAL to this guy!!! Probably dead on right, but still...brutal. I gotta say as I was reading his TR that I figured the flower was in the dressing room trash can faster than his evaporating VIP hopes and dreams. I just hope this guy figures out what's happening before cashing several more paychecks. And to Lurker_001, I haven't read through your 200 posts, but if you've got that much SCJ experience, you've gotta know better than to buy into this, right?
Lurker_001
04-10-2005, 06:50 AM
I figured the flower would go into the trash can,yeah.As far as the necklace goes... i really don't care what she does with it.The smile and thank you (very rare from this chick) made it worth it...
SportsWriter2
04-10-2005, 07:08 AM
Lurker, I understand the feeling. I once gave my first fave a $5 KMart necklace with a cross. She wore it day and night for months until it broke. I liked her enough to get a gold replacement. I walked in with it in my pocket, and she walked over looking sad.
"You're gonna hate me," she said. She turned around and showed me the tattoo she had gotten over the weekend (her first). It was a black panther on her lower back with the tail lost in her butt crack.
I laughed and said, "I don't hate you." But the necklace never left my pocket, and I returned it the next day (I saved the receipt).
I believe there is a stripclub god, because he's saved me more than once. But sometimes he has to look after someone worse off, so don't count on him. :)
All Good Things
04-10-2005, 10:14 AM
The smile and thank you (very rare from this chick) made it worth it...
Sounds good to me.
The concern from the guys is the magnitude of your spend, I think. If you are cashing entire paychecks for an evaporating smile, you're running too far into the red zone.
SportsWriter2
04-10-2005, 12:31 PM
The concern from the guys is the magnitude of your spend, I think.
I think so, too. That's why $5 KMart jewelry works for me. If she wears it until it turns her skin green, you win.... :P
You can bring in a cheap 30" body chain, find a cute spinner, put it on her, and see what she says. If she doesn't say "I love you" or something better, pull it over her little boobs, then tell her to breathe in deep and break it. :O
The next time you go to KMart, return the broken chain for a refund. ;)
If they think you care too much, you lose. :-\
Nicolina
04-10-2005, 05:56 PM
If they think you care too much, you lose. :-\
Wise words. I'd say they apply generally in the theaters of love and war.
In SC-land, there's a fine line between 'generous' and 'creepy'. Gifts of jewelry don't necessarily cross the line into creepy, but they do represent an entry into dangerous territory. Navigate with caution.
GenWar
04-10-2005, 09:44 PM
On the way home of my business trip last week, I met up with my friend, K, and the wingman in Baltimore, MD. We decided to do whatever the wingman and I do when we are together for an evening without a schedule, visit a club ;D Since, it was K’s hometown, we let him pick the pre-club dinner which was at wood-fired pizza chain called Bertolli’s (or something like that.) Not bad pizza. The conversation is, of course, about clubs. I reminisce on the trip to Daytona where I met a dancer who was covered from head to toe in freckles. I would like to meet another lady like that.
The club we chose was a small, membership club on the east side of town. I had never been or even heard of the place before I began research on Baltimore, but, apparently, the wingman has been a member for 11 months. I asked him about that. “It doesn’t seem to me like the kind of place you would like…” He tells me. THAT sounds like an auspicious beginning.:-\
The club is BYOB, so me and K hit the liquor store (The wingman doesn’t drink.) Large Bottle of Captain Morgan’s and a small bottle of Mr. John Daniels. Stopped of at the grocery store for a 6 pack of Dr. Pepper and we are in business. We rolled up on the club at about 25 minutes after 9 pm. There is a line of guys out the door and I am NOT liking that idea. “We have to wait in line?” I whine. “Never been a line before,” the wingman replies. I shrug and we get in line. As we approach the front of the line, I can peek in the door and see the rules posted on the wall inside the door. Rule #6 – Customers may not touch the dancers in (various places listed.) I raise an eyebrow at the wingman and he makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a snort. Rule #10 – no Cigar smoking. :( I make another face at the wingman. “Hey,” he points at me, “YOU pick the clubs. We didn’t have to come here, YOU picked it.” I hate it when he is right. In actuality, I do pick the clubs and I picked this one because of TUSCL reviews, the wingman’s recommendation and, as a final point, FONDL had recommended it as well. The agreement was, we would give it a shot and if I couldn’t take it, we would leave and go someplace else. No biggie, right?
Finally, we are inside the door. Cover for one night is $25 or membership is $35. I live 400 miles away, so I don’t know if a membership is in order. I cough up $25 and the id and get a nice little hand stamp which reads “OK.” Muttering to myself, I step through the door being held by the bouncer and into the club. The wingman has already found chairs along one wall so I head over, set down the drinks and have a seat. The club is not my taste, it is true…I knew this all along. The chairs are very basic but not uncomfortable and the tables are typical. On the whole, no one is going to mistake it for a Gentlemen’s club but it isn’t dirty or uncomfortable.
The good news is that the line was apparently a bachelor party and that they basically doubled the population of customers by themselves. They all surrounded the main stage and took up residence with beers and stacks of ones. Fully half of the people in the club are seated at the stage, many of them with a lady on their laps. At this point, there are about 12-14 dancers working and 25-30 patrons. My kind of odds}:D . I scan the two stages and the room and notice a stunning blonde in the far corner near the bar. Tall, gorgeous body and striking in appearance. She is wearing a black and white open cup lace bustier outfit. I am staring but she is far enough away and she is not working the room. In fact, MOST of the ladies are sitting at the bar and not working the room AT all. This is a bit odd. I try eye contact or waving but she isn’t scanning the club or looking around. So I shrug and fix myself a drink and take a long pull. The wingman starts pointing out some of the ladies and telling me there names. I give him a hard time about being a regular and we laugh a bit. Suddenly the song ends and the dancer on stage starts getting dressed. Another dancer breaks away from the bar and starts toward the stage. Now, I am drooling again…8)
This dancer reminds me immediately of the threads about fitness. She is not your typical, hyper-toned, lean type of dancer. Instead, she is more voluptuous and looks soft. Further, she looks very much like a naked version of a work colleague that I have been infatuated with for some time. Between all of this, my eyes glaze over and I am in PL land again. I stare and drink long and deep. Song changes and she hustles over to the second stage. As she begins again, I get up and drag myself through the gauntlet of chairs to give her a tip. She brightens noticeably as I approach and gives me a very pretty smile. I hold up my tip expecting her to take it. Instead, she grabs my head and pulls in into her chest. I am overwhelmed with the smell of baby powder. Wow. She pushes me back and grabs the $2 in my outstretched hand with her breasts and says “Thank you, baby.” I nod in what I hope is a “cool” manner and try to stumble gracefully back to my seat. I get back and drink deeply again. The wingman is scanning the bar with the eye of a professional and K is drinking as well. A few moments later, the dancer from stage struts up, dressed once again. “Is this seat taken?” she asks, pointing at my lap. “Not at all.” I grin. She seats herself and we proceed to get acquainted.
She introduces herself as Miss A and she starts to give me a pretty good line. She tells me all about the club and how things work. She is very proud of the fact that it is a laid back atmosphere with virtually no hustle. I comment on this as well, pointing out that a lot of the ladies are relaxing at the bar. She shrugs and tells me everyone is just having a good time. She says she really likes her job because she gets to choose who she wants to hang out with and she likes to be very picky. Of course, she wanted to stay with me because I seem like such a cool guy ::) I also notice, now that we are up close and personal, that she has a nice smattering of freckles over her chest and upper body. Wow. :) I comment on it, admiring them. She smiles and turns around…her back is covered by even more freckles. Wowow. ;D I offer her a drink but she doesn’t drink while working. After about 20 minutes of stimulating conversation which I am getting for free, she suggests a dance. Now, she has already earned at least 2 but SHE doesn’t know that. So I ask her the deal with dances. She tells me they are $20 for clothed or $30 for topless. I ask, “Which is better?” Set. “Well,” she replies, “If you are with a girl who allows touching, then the topless would be much better. Otherwise, may as well save the $10.” Not so much a spike…I give her one more shot. “How do I know if a lady allows touching or not?” Set. “Well, *I* allow touching. That’s really all you need to know.” SPIKE! In one of my more urbane moments, I say something witty like, “Uhh…cool.” Think the alcohol is starting to affect me. So she takes another moment for pause and then says, “So can I go molest you, now?” (Rule #1 – you have to ask for the business.) I smile and don’t answer immediately. She mistakes my pause for hesitancy and she decides to sweeten the deal. (Rule #6 – Never lower price. Always increase value.) She says, “If you hurry, we can spend this song just getting close.” Now, I am dying to know what THAT means so I say, “Let’s go.” She takes me by the hand and leads me to the lapdance area, which is just a back area of the same large room that is the club. She sits me down, disrobes in record time, and hops into my lap, giving me a big hug. She just stays there, in the hug for the rest of the song, checking to make sure I am comfortable. At the song change, she starts the actual dance.
The dances in this club represent a unique balance for me. I have never been in a club that wasn’t either clearly an extra’s factory or was completely uptight about any customer to dancer contact. This club’s rules were more relaxed but I didn’t feel like it was about crossing the line. After one, she backs away a bit. So I whisper, “You aren’t going to stop, right?” She grins and starts again. After the second, I am really enjoying myself but I need a break. She doesn’t stop though or ask if I want to continue. So I give her a gentle push and she looks at me. I shrug and say I need a break. She pushes…no, no…just one more. I shake my head…she sighs and starts to dress. Her body language says disappointment. So I stand up and turn to smile at her. First thing I notice is that she lost 6 inches of height without the shoes. I slip her $70 and I tell her that I am just taking a break and she should find me later. I get a response I never got before…”When is later? Like 10 minutes?” Erm…”Uh…no…how about an hour?” She nods…”I’ll see you in an hour.” I head back to the seat and note that the wingman has been for a dance. (continued)
GenWar
04-10-2005, 09:49 PM
As I walk up, K is pouring the Capt Morgan’s into a dancer’s cup. I smile politely and wait for her to wander off and then I am like. “What the hell?” He just shrugs. “Dammit, we don’t have that much alcohol, dude?” “We’ll get more,” he tells me. So we sip some more and I suggest to K that we do a shot. I am pretty buzzed now, so I pour a couple of shots of the Jack Daniels. A couple of shots that somehow take up the entire bottle. *shrug* “What are we drinking to?” he asks. “I got it. We drink to this: ‘...strippers are like radioactive material. The human body can tolerate it (in) small doses and short periods of exposure. OTOH, at larger doses and longer periods of exposure, it begins to take its toll. The radiation begins to rot the brain.’” “What’s that?” he asks. “That,” I reply, “is mr_punk.” He shrugs, “To mr_punk.” We down the jack. I turn to the wingman and say, “So, you ready to head off to another club.” “No.” he says, utterly deadpan. “Only joking…” I laugh.
At this point, a dancer with an amazingly intricate outfit struts up and settles on K’s lap. He is obviously happy to see her. They chat for a while, as I sip more Cap’n and Drs. She suggests a dance and they start to head away. “Wait,” I call after him. “I am gonna make a drink run. What should I get?” “I don’t know,” he replies. I shrug. He shrugs. “Ask her,” I say. He turns and whispers to the dancer. She talks back. He turns back to me. “Coconut Rum.” I look at her, “Like…ParrotBay?” She nods. They leave. I sit to wait for the wingman to get back to watch the table. At this point, I am noticing that Miss A is not working the room at all. I don’t see her approach ANY guys…she is just sitting at the bar. This is weirding me out…I am not used to it. Usually, I can barely get myself worked on to the dance card for my dancer of choice. The wingman returns and I tell him to watch stuff and run across the street and get a big bottle of ParrotBay and a couple of bottles of OJ. I get back and make myself a stiff drink with the new stuff. At this point, Miss A goes on stage. I head up to the main stage and hold up a handful of ones. She gives me another of those beautiful face hugs. I sit again and wait for her to go to the second stage and then I do it again. What can I say? I am a sucker.
After her dances, she comes over again and resumes her seat. More conversation. I comment on how she seems to be having a very slow night. The place is packed but she is bored. She tells me, “I know. I am very picky. I only like to be with certain guys.” I give her a skeptical look so she says, “Really!” It is a great line but I am really curious as to the REAL reason. Never did find out. The conversation also turns to online resources. She asks if I post online about the clubs and I confirmed that I do. She says, “Oh, then you should know that my stage name is Miss M.” “M? I thought your name is A.” “My name is A. My REAL name. M is my stage name.” I frown. “So why did you introduce yourself as A?” I ask. “Because I knew right away I would like you.” Wow…she has like a doctorate in SS. I still don’t know which name is real *shrug* She eventually gets to asking for more dances and off we go. During the intro song where she didn’t dance, I commented that she was going to take all my money and I wouldn’t be able to afford to have any more fun. She had the classic sales come back. “Well, do I need to work a discount for you?” I am intrigued, “What kind of discount?” She gives me a calculating look, “Well, how much did you bring to spend tonight?” I can see myself being led down a path to some sort of mass dance arrangement. I am sure I could have gotten a good deal but I didn’t want to commit to her for the whole night, so I demurred, thanking her profusely. The dances began and all other thoughts faded.
Two more dances and another $70 and I get back to the table. Have another drink and I am really flying now. The wingman grins at me and asks how I like the club. “This place absolutely sucks,” I tell him, “…when are we coming back? J” So I am buzzing like crazy and the wingman points on the second stage. There is a beautiful dancer on stage. I don’t recognize but she is JUST my type so the wingman knew I would want to see. I head up and tip her some collection of bills. I am fuzzy enough that I am not sure how much it is. I am smart enough to put the $5s and $1s in a separate pocket. So it wasn’t any more than $15 or $20s. She smiles at me and gives me a face hug that I know recognize as part of the stage tip process at this club. I thank her and sit again. There is a piece of time missing here but the next thing I know, the beautiful lady has come over to my lap and Miss A/M is on the second stage again. (I must have completely missed the first stage.) The blonde is dressed and I now recognize her as the first one I saw in the beginning. She introduces herself as Miss E. Miss E is unbelievable…beautiful everything: hair, eyes, breasts, legs, just beautiful! She sits with me for moment before I realize that I didn’t do a stage tip. I ask her to give me 5 minutes and she wanders off. I head up to the second stage and give Miss A/M some more bills. She leans over and whispers a question about Miss E. I say, “Oh we are just chatting. You are going to find me for the end of the night, right?” She nods but her smile is dim. “Don’t worry…I want my final dances to be with you. I won’t forget.” She nods but doesn’t look convinced and goes back to her dancing. (I need to get rubber band and write PL on it. Then I am gonna put in on my wrist so I can snap myself HARD whenever I have a particularly bad PL moment. At least I can blame the alcohol this time, cuz I was C-R-U-N-K, at this point.) I return to my seat and relax. After a moment, I remember Miss E and I raise my hand high up. She sees, nods and comes over.
After resuming her seat on my lap, we chat for about a half hour. She is amazing…I can’t tell now, in hindsight, if it was the liquor but not only was she stunningly beautiful but she was intelligent and articulate as well. We talked about clubs and the house fees at this club ($100, which seems insane for such a laid back, out of the way club. But it is pretty popular in town and the dances are $30 so I guess it isn’t too bad.) We talk about other clubs around the country and, invariably, Vegas, where she worked briefly. I mentioned how I did a flight from San Jose, CA to Las Vegas the previous night and I recognized 3 dancers in plain clothes, 2 of which were in first class. We chuckled at that…how do you really know? She also noticed something that no one of all the ladies have ever talked to in clubs noticed. She asked me why I don’t use the word, “stripper.” I am amazed, stunned and very drunk. I shrugged, “I just don’t like the word. It has too many negative connotations. I didn’t come to the club for negativity.” Well, that’s what I think I said. Not sure it came out that way. We also chatted about her history with this club. She was back recently from a couple of years away. I asked her about Miss A/M’s lack of hustle. She tells me that is just how things are there. It is very different from my previous experiences.
The rest of the night is more than a little blurry. I recall doing three unbelievable dances with Miss E. She asked me if I wanted to stop because she knew that I had an end-of-night date with Miss A/M. We laughed…I told her I didn’t want to get her in a fight in the parking lot. ;D She walked me back to the table and I slipped her a c-note. She thanked me. As soon as she faded out, I wandered over to the bar and found Miss A/M. She smiled brightly at me. “I thought you forgot…I didn’t think you were ever coming out of there.” I shook my head. “Are you kidding, I have been waiting for this all night.” I had enough money left for three more dances. Turns out, we did exactly three, plus the free half-dance at the beginning which seems to be her trademark. As soon as the third ended, the lights came on and the bouncer was strongly encouraging my exodus. I tipped the bouncer, made sure K grabbed the alcohol, thanked the owner and hit the door. One of the more unique nights in my experience…most likely, I will definitely visit THAT club again.
Damage - $230 dances from Miss A/M; $100 dances from Miss E; $25 cover charge; $12 for cups of ice from the “bar”; $15 for bartender and bouncer tips. Total - $382 (not counting alcohol.)
Katrine
04-11-2005, 08:15 AM
I figured the flower would go into the trash can,yeah.As far as the necklace goes... i really don't care what she does with it.The smile and thank you (very rare from this chick) made it worth it...
Why would you give a gift to someone who rarely smiles or says thank you? Is she THAT hot? She sounds like a twat and she's laughing at you in the dressing room especially since you had to chase her around to give her the gift.
Sir, you are beyond creepy. The money would have been better spent on something charitable..........>:(
Lurker_001
04-11-2005, 02:25 PM
Guys guys guys,the necklace cost less than what i've been tipping her stage show lately,lol... The money from the bank was for the club.I bought the necklace on Visa,lol...
Why would i give her a gift?:Long story short is i've known her for over a year,left her for another dancer.lost her(best Entertainer i've ever known) and now back with her.I don't want to lose her without thanking her in some way like the other one.She's really a good Lap dancer but not like the other outside the VIP room.
And yes Katrine... She is THAT hot...
Sooo... i guess i'm having guilt feelings and over doing it with her???
SeppeSai
04-11-2005, 02:36 PM
So we sip some more and I suggest to K that we do a shot. I am pretty buzzed now, so I pour a couple of shots of the Jack Daniels. A couple of shots that somehow take up the entire bottle. *shrug* “What are we drinking to?” he asks. “I got it. We drink to this: ‘...strippers are like radioactive material. The human body can tolerate it (in) small doses and short periods of exposure. OTOH, at larger doses and longer periods of exposure, it begins to take its toll. The radiation begins to rot the brain.’” “What’s that?” he asks. “That,” I reply, “is mr_punk.” He shrugs, “To mr_punk.” We down the jack. I turn to the wingman and say, “So, you ready to head off to another club.” “No.” he says, utterly deadpan. “Only joking…” I laugh.
Epic. :D
britfreak2
04-11-2005, 05:37 PM
Here's one from Saturday.
I decided to hit a different club Saturday night and I'm glad I did. I had much more fun this time around. This place is a little more expensive than that crappy place I went to the week before. Plus, this place also has a four star restaurant in it also.
I got in there about 8:30ish. Paid the $5 cover. Ok, not bad. But, I'd rather pay $15 for a year pass in SD anyday. I didn't eat there. I just hung out in the club area. I grabbed a Coke and found a empty seat. This place is already packed but then again this place is really small. Not more than 10 minutes when I sat down. 2 shot girls came around asking. Holy hell. I just sat down. They were quite expensive. I'm used to buying them 2 for $5. These were the $5 a piece for the same exact thing I get at my club in SD. I declined politely. I was just enjoying the scenery for a while when a cute asian chick sat right next to me. Not really a talker but she was out to make some money. I more or less asking her about the place and what not. Then, I asked her how much dances were. $30 per song? Wow!! Then, I asked what all that includes is a topless dance no touching, no nothing. Just sit there like a potato. But, I had to get one anyway.
She was quite nice we talked for another few minutes and then of to the next custy. I just watched the stage show for awhile. I got up and tipped a few girls and lost my seat so I end up moving closer to the stage. I wish I kept my seat. I'm trying to watch the show and people just stand in the way. By all means tip the lady but don't wait till your buddies are done to go back to your seat. I usually don't fall for the blondes but this one girl was quite hot. I asked her for a dance but never came around for me.
It wasn't until I was ready to leave before I asked another one for a dance. A Miss S. She was very full of energy. She reminded me of Miss NB wired on Red Bull on a double shift and that's sometimes a good and a bad thing. She was fun to hang out with and very funny. She kept on apoligizing that she was weird. I didn't mind. We kept on laughing for the rest of the night. Still doesn't beat Miss A's impressions of her co-workers but good enough. Then I got suckered into 2 dances with her. She couldn't stop laughing kinda broke the mood.
After that I took off. I missed a good fight as I was waiting outside for a cab. All I got to see was the escort out. I had a pretty fun night. I was more ignored that I'm used to. But, the most thing I didn't like is how uptight about touching. The seem to remind the crowd after each song. Hell, I got a warning for tapping the waitress on the shoulder but cause she walked right by me and needed a drink and didn't hear me. But, a tap on the shoulder come on now. It's not like my Club where I can smack Miss Foxy's ass when she wants me too.
Damage:
$5 Cover charge
$70 in Dances
$10 2 Cokes
$25 for the damn cab ride back.
2 more months and I'll be back in SD. I can't wait.
Moneywise
04-12-2005, 06:51 PM
I stopped by my ol stomping grounds Monday evening around 6pm to get a little taste of the day shift environment. The cute little blonde bartender immediately recognized me. The guy normally managing nights was working the door during this dayshift. Budget cuts? It’s the economy stupid.
The plan was to have a drink and finish my ride home. Well you and I both know it never quite happens that way. There really isn’t much to see. I scan the club and spot Ms. M in the LD area giving this guy that had to be at least 70 a heart stopping LD. Dude was plastered to the couch and looked to be under some hypnosis. Ms. M became target #1. After she finished she disappeared into the RR. While she was away the waitress took my third drink order. I slipped her an extra $5 and told her to go let Ms. M know someone was waiting for her in the LD area. Away she goes. She returns a few minutes later and tells me Ms. M is huddled in the RR with a few other girls (drug party) and will be out in a bit.
While I await Ms. M. out comes Ms. A. Ms. A is a tall, physically gifted sista with an onion normally reserved for the booty shakin videos. She’s stacked. Her skin is dark mocha brown, she has a long blonde spaghetti braided my little pony weave and a wonderful smile. Normally I wouldn’t think of selecting her but she walked out and started some conversation with me so what the hell. I’m a nice guy right?
A: You waiting on someone?
Yeah. I’m waiting on Ms. M.
A: Oh. (staring at the wall but obviously deep in thought)
I can tell she wants to ask the question but either she’s really shy or just really apprehensive.
So what’s up?
A: Nothing. I just came back this week. I’ve been away for awhile. They used to let me pick my own shift but now I have to work whatever they need me for.
I remember you.
A: Really? I think I remember you too.
About 9 months ago while I was still head over heels into Ms. L I had gotten a lap dance from Ms. A one night when she worked a double shift. It was during her first week dancing and it got a little raw. There was lots of mutual contact. Stick shifting, digital penetration, boob gurgling, and a show that left me hard as a fucking rock in the corner of the LD room.
Yeah. You danced for me in that corner one night (pointing to the darkest corner of the LD room).
A: Oh. I remember you. (smiling from ear to ear) You’re nasty.
I try. (laughing)
A: I mean that in a good way. (looking very sincere)
something is going on here. It’s something I didn’t expect at all. However, some of the best things in life come unexpected.
A: So are you having fun playing with that ball? (she noticed my repeated attempts to bank a cue ball into a pocket after hitting 3 walls)
Not really. I’m just passing time. You look really deep in thought. I can tell something’s on your mind.
A: It’s written all over my face isn’t it.
Yes. You should smile more often. Your smile lights up the whole room.
A: (blushing)
So what’s on your mind?
A: I was just wondering if it would pick up this week. It has been really slow today.
Well it’s just Monday. It’ll get better. (being the eternal optimist that I am) Let’s go sit in that corner and talk for a bit.
A: ok. Playful glances are exchanged with each one of us taking turns asking the other what was on our perspective minds. A: You asked me what was going through my mind earlier. I was also wondering if you were like the rest of them.
Well, I do have some typical guy traits but I am also a very genuine person. For instance, I was supposed to stop in, have a drink, and move on to my destination. Yet here I sit three drinks later. I was easily distracted by beautiful women. Typical.
A: A lot of guys are aholes. They come in here trying to spit game. They all sound the same. It’s really a big bore. That’s part of the reason I don’t have a BF. I get so tired of hearing the same old lines here. A lot of people don’t believe I don’t have a BF but I don’t. My mom probably thinks I am gay or something. I’m not gay… just picky.
I feel you. I’m very picky too. I have a very small inner circle of very good friends because I don’t have time for the phonies.
A: Do you like to go out like to the movies?
I love movies. The last one I went to see was Diary Of A Mad Black Woman.
A: I took my kids to see Robots last week. Whenever I go it’s not really for me. It’s all for them.
Suddenly her name is called to the stage.
A: I’ll be back. I need to go do my stage set.
I’ll be here when you’re done.
Off she goes. I then take the opportunity to locate Ms. M who is now sitting at the bar.
M: I’m so sorry I took so long in the RR.
No problem at all. I was just chatting with Ms. A.
M: Did you still want that dance? (straight & to the point..lol)
Sure. Let’s go.
She leads me back to the LD area and we talk for a couple of songs. I was trying to time it right so I would be available when Ms. A was done on stage but, as you know, it never works quite that way. I ended up giving Ms. M a stellar massage while she was seated in a chair in front of me facing away seated as we do when we don’t want dollars dance propositions. Her butt cheeks came together so beautifully. While massaging her I marveled at the sheer beauty of her back. She has this cute little tattoo in the small of her back. I love that shit.
The dance began with her warm caress of Frazier. She pulls no punches. Her skin is the softest I have felt since the J’ville trip. There was lots of mutual contact. While she rode me RCG she actually took my hands and placed them on her inner thighs. I began to explore moving both hands down into the crest. She grabbed them as if to say don’t go too far. I gladly eased back and let her do her thing. She then turned and mounted me CG. “I’ve got a thing with hands. Sorry.” She said. “That’s ok. Do you have a thing with tongues?” I said as I took one nipple into my mouth and licked sweet circles around it. She enjoyed it so much she immediately offered up the other one. The LD ended with a warm embrace. “So you’re done with me?” she said. “Yes. I was waiting for Ms. A to finish on stage. I promised her I would get back with her” I said. She acknowledged my intentions and thanked me for the dance. I don’t know why they thank me. The pleasure is always all mine.
Can you tell Ms. A to come back here?
M: Sure.
Ms. A and I take up residence back in the corner.
A: Sorry about that.
No problem. I was just killing time while you took care of business.
A: Do you like to party?
I’ll admit. The darkside was strong and the force was used during the remainder of the conversation.
Yeah. I like to party. Do you?
A: Yes.
We could have lots of fun partying together.
A: No doubt.
Why don’t you dance for me.
A: Alright.
She then proceeds to pick up where she left off 9 months ago. There was lots of stick shifting, mutual touching, nipple tasting, and digital exploration. She often faced away from me bent over as if to say have at it baby. I followed her lead and enjoyed every occasion to slip her bottom to the side and digitally explore. She then seated herself on a chair in front of me facing me with her legs spread. I caressed her inner thighs while we both looked around to ensure the coast was clear. Two guys were playing pool just a few feet away but she didn’t care. Neither did I. Using her thighs as cover I slipped a finger under her bottom and explored her outer labia. I then slipped my index finger in a bit. She was extremely wet. I exhibited my surprise as my index finger explored. At that point in time we were on the same wavelength. The feel of her wetness made Frazier stand at full attention.
I had to get a second dance. It consisted of more of the same. Lots of digital exploration and so much stick shifting that I actually felt a little pre-cum ooze out. She complimented the stick shifting with some simulated BJ action. I may as well not have had pants on b/c she had my shit in her mouth. She was all over me..sheit. I had straight forgotten how much can be accomplished in a day shift. (dockers rock)
Afterwards we both gathered ourselves and resumed the conversation.
So let me get this straight. You like to party and you’re interested in partying with me. (I’m a little slow..lol)
A: Absolutely.
Put you number in here.
I take out my cell phone and prep for a nice spot in the phonebook for her. She enters her number and I promise to call her. I then motion that I have to go and she walks me to the front.
I’ll get with you later.
A: You’d better.
We’re going to have some fun together.
A: Mmmm I can’t wait (smiling)
Off I go like a PL in the night… I would have never expected what transpired over those two hours. The old saying "expect the unexpected" should be plastered above the entrance to the ol stomping grounds.
Dent: $80
M: $20
A: $40
Drinks: $20
Casual Observer
04-12-2005, 07:33 PM
Another good one from MW....
KC Joe
04-12-2005, 08:14 PM
MW you keep telling the truth of what goes on in clubs, you'll give us all a bad reputation with the pinkies.
GenWar
04-12-2005, 08:28 PM
So let me get this straight. You like to party and you’re interested in partying with me. (I’m a little slow..lol)
A: Absolutely.
Put you number in here.
I take out my cell phone and prep for a nice spot in the phonebook for her. She enters her number and I promise to call her. I then motion that I have to go and she walks me to the front.
I’ll get with you later.
A: You’d better.
We’re going to have some fun together.
A: Mmmm I can’t wait (smiling)
Nice TR...excellent story. How do the experienced guys get in and out for $80 when I always drop $300-400???
Like the style in the quote. Whenever I am reading your posts and my wife wanders by, she always says "OOO...look at the doggie!" Up until now, I had assumed she meant your avatar...;D
-gen
SportsWriter2
04-12-2005, 08:30 PM
MW you keep telling the truth of what goes on in clubs, you'll give us all a bad reputation with the pinkies.
MW doesn't use his pinkie; he uses his index finger. I don't know why; the middle finger is longer. ::)
Katrine
04-12-2005, 10:11 PM
I think that TR actually gave me some of my mojo back. I've been masterbating lately to fantasies of doing all kinds of nasty shit in the club, like BEYOND extras....thanks for more cannon fodder doll ;)
And yes, Lilith does have lovely soft skin doesn't she ;)
Susan Wayward
04-12-2005, 10:20 PM
Nice TR...excellent story. How do the experienced guys get in and out for $80 when I always drop $300-400???
Because you actually buy dances instead of listening to dancers ramble on . . . I usually spend about $200 at the club on dances alone.
aggieed
04-13-2005, 01:25 AM
How do the experienced guys get in and out for $80 when I always drop $300-400?
Not all that difficult really...especially if you're just buying dances. I could probably write a novel...
NVJosh
04-13-2005, 02:44 PM
Not all that difficult really...especially if you're just buying dances. I could probably write a novel...
Or not buying dances as the case may be. ;D
For me, the bottom line is that I don't feel like I'm under any obligation to spend money just because I'm in a strip club. So if I don't click with anyone on a given night, I get out of there for the cost of a couple of drinks (NVJ don't do cover charges...at least not in LV), and if I do, I usually spend so much time chatting that I only end up getting a few dances. For me to spend over $100 is a rarity.
Malak
04-13-2005, 04:47 PM
Mardi Gras II - East Windsor, CT -Wednesday
Ok, 3rd trip of my life to a club... stopped on my way home. It was crowded at the bar and a lot ofthe dancers seemed to be standing around. I almost fell asleep but the blonde bartender "Nicole" did get to me finally. I was glad she asked me because I hate having to flag people down. She was working her tail off.
So I grabbed my brew and went to the tip-rail. Two brunettes were dancing and they were ok. Then "Alexis" came on. She was very pretty but young looking. She reminds me of someone famous - not sure who. She was close to my face with hers a lot and that is what I like. I did not get a lapdance from her but on the way out I handed her another dollar and told her I would catch her nexttime. :-)
Then this goddess named "Gina" saunters-up... a brunette brazialian with nice bazoombas. LOL She did NOT have to ask twice for a dance no sirree!
So she gave me a very wild enthusiatic extras dance and compimented me on how nice and friendly I seemed. See? I DO pay attention ladies! LOL There was some issue with my cash disappearing but I don't want to accuse her of anything and I would get her again in a heartbeat even if it was my last. LOL
So, I went back to the tip-rail and this beautiful black creature named Lady came over. I have never even kissed a black woman and she would be my perfect first I'll tell ya. Woof! How I wished I had more dance money so I'll have to go back for her and Alexis.
Then "Drew" came back on and she is very sultry with her hip and rollover moves. I commited some sort of verbal faux pas with her but you can't win them all. :-)
I'll be dreaming of Gina tonight I'm sure.
I was impressed with the place. No complaints.
SportsWriter2
04-13-2005, 08:49 PM
How do the experienced guys get in and out for $80 when I always drop $300-400???
Notice how MW plays the insider, hangs out in DJ booth, talks to the staff. The more you talk and entertain people, the easier it is to move outside the Customer Zone.
I have a favorite who also works as a club gift store clerk one afternoon a week. She's already getting paid and she's bored, so I come to see her in the gift shop. Jeans, sketchers, shirt on the counter, no underwear, no one watching. A dancer can't compete with that. :P
A_Guy
04-15-2005, 09:39 AM
Element, welcome to our online SC diary.
Just one thing, please. PUNCTUATION!!! My head was spinning trying to figure out when one sentence ended and the other began.
for example, this "sentence"
A couple of customers come with some gifts for her three girls do their dances then finely she comes out for her set I go up to tip her she smiles tells me its been along time I quickly tell her that I would never have missed her birthday she ask me how I knew it was her birthday so I tell that my sources she asked me come on how did you find out about my birthday I finely tell her that her mother told me when I first arrived she found that amusing.
reads like this:
Acoupleofcustomerscomewithsomegiftsforherthreegirl sdotheirdancesthenfinelyshecomesoutforhersetIgoupt otiphershesmilestellsmeitsbeenalongtimeIquicklytel lherthatIwouldneverhavemissedherbirthdaysheaskmeho wIknewitwasherbirthdaysoItellthatmysourcessheasked mecomeonhowdidyoufindoutaboutmybirthdayIfinelytell herthathermothertoldmewhenIfirstarrivedshefoundtha tamusing.
just a friendly suggestion ;)
Susan Wayward
04-15-2005, 10:37 AM
Edited version
OK, here goes my first trip report. Hopefully I have learned from the masters.
I just realized I could be the first thread killer to post in the trip reports thread. J/K.
I went to a club that I haven't been to in a while. I go in and the waitress is putting up happy birthday balloons for someone. I asked who they were for and she tells me her daughter, who is an old favorite of mine from another club. She was the girl I came to see for the first time in 6 months.
And that is how periods work.
;)
NVJosh
04-15-2005, 12:00 PM
Ooo! Ooo! Can I harass him about spelling!?!?!?
Malak
04-15-2005, 03:02 PM
I think the trip report is the one thing where typos don't matter because you should do them as soon as you get home i.e. still buzzed. LOL
Moneywise
04-15-2005, 05:04 PM
Hey Element. MS Word can be your friend. Perhaps you might want to give it a shot when typing up your TRs. ;)
Welcome to the online diary shared by those with like interests. Take off your shows & stay awhile.
A_Guy, that was both brutal and funny all in one little moment. I feel bad for laughing at your post.
A_Guy
04-15-2005, 06:59 PM
A_Guy, that was both brutal and funny all in one little moment. I feel bad for laughing at your post.
lol. yeah. After a second review, it does seem kinda brutal.
Element - we're just giving you a few friendly jabs. Don't take any offense to it. Hell. I know my trip reports are far from perfect. ;)
SportsWriter2
04-15-2005, 07:12 PM
Element, be true to your own muse. Save your periods for when you really need them.
I've heard looong sentences without periods from coked-up girls who needed to vent. On the last Friday of every month, I go looking for stoned dancers. Sort of like going on a rattlesnake hunt in Texas.
Last month I found a hottie on cocaine, 500mg of Vicodin, and three shots. I might just write her surreal rant here as a TR. And I'm going to bracket in italics every point at which it thought [shut the fuck up]. ::)