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Element
04-15-2005, 07:55 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]. ::)

Well tough crowd. So far everyone's reply was very informative until got to this one.
Sw was this really necessary. All officially retire from future trip reports.

Moneywise
04-15-2005, 09:08 PM
Well tough crowd. So far everyone's reply was very informative until got to this one.
Sw was this really necessary. All officially retire from future trip reports.

Hey Element. Sporty's response was actually very informative. He has his own style and after you've gotten to know him you'll see the beauty of the occasional reflective delve into his own modus operandi.

It's funny that you took offense to his response because when I first interacted with Sporty I was a bit baffled by his responses too. Now I appreciate each and every one of them. Mutual understanding comes with time. ;)

Hopefully we weren't too harsh. It's good to have you here posting.

Element
04-15-2005, 09:21 PM
One very constructive post explaining the use punctuation would have been fine.

I didn't think SW post was an appropriate response.
But that could just be my opinion.
I appreciate the kind reply Moneywise.

Moneywise
04-15-2005, 09:51 PM
Lawdy Lawdy Lawdy. I can sense a very interesting future for yours truly in the ol stomping grounds.

Remember Ms (don't remember her stage or real name)? (TR page 133)

Well, I can now refer to her as Ms. M.

I went in Wednesday night and proceeded to obtain 8 straight private dances in the dj booth (we might as well have been in the VIP rm..lol) from her about 30 minutes into my visit. I stopped counting at 6. The level of contact was enough to make a grown man burst like the fourth of July. There was some drama involved too since Ms. J was also in the house We would have continued if Ms. M didn't have to quickly gather herself and go onstage. :P Afterwards P thanked me for the show. :D I'm taking a road trip to the Carolinas tomorrow and need to hit the sack. I'll elaborate on the rest of the Wednesday vist when I return home.

More later. }:D

Dent:$180 (160 straight into Ms. M's hands & 20 on drinks)

PS. I wore sweats for the first time ever. Exercising restraint while being ground into the chair is a little more difficult when outfitted with sweats.

GenWar
04-16-2005, 07:34 AM
One very constructive post explaining the use punctuation would have been fine.

I didn't think SW post was an appropriate response.
But that could just be my opinion.
I appreciate the kind reply Moneywise.

One thing you can't do is allow yourself to take it personally. I figure, if the mods don't change it, it's all good. I mean, my reports take up 6 pages in MS Word and I usually have to manipulate spacing and emoticons to get them into the 10,500 char limit on 2 posts. I thought you had a good TR.

I especially like that you played off the birthday but were honest in the end. Heck, most guys never would have come clean.

So keep on posting...and take it with a grain of salt. After all, mr_punk hasn't even weighed in yet :) (Course, I am not sure he reads this thread.)

SportsWriter2
04-17-2005, 03:46 AM
One very constructive post explaining the use punctuation would have been fine.

I didn't think SW post was an appropriate response.
But that could just be my opinion.
I appreciate the kind reply Moneywise.
Element, I found your post easier to read than the others did. The surreal stream of consciousness works when the writer has a blurred experience or one of the characters does. It's an underpunctuated style.

I liked the content of your TR. It was really good. You should repost it with more punctuation for everyone else's taste. If you didn't pick up on my intent, I should have been more explicit.

I'll write up my recent encounter with a stoned dancer to show an example of surreal stream of consciousness. At the end of the encounter, I walked out of the club, called my second (play) phone, and repeated all her comments. My recollection is 90% on the mark for language/concepts and 100% on the mark for its impact on me. :O

Go back and read MW's earliest posts. We were a little rough on him, but that probably saved him $5K. Now he's our hero. :)

yoda57us
04-17-2005, 05:49 AM
One very constructive post explaining the use punctuation would have been fine.

Well, that's exactly what you got, from 4 or 5 different people! I agree that, as you read them all, it feels like pilling-on but that's the nature of a chat board, everybody puts in their 2 cents, often it's the same 2 cents. Don't take it personally; I don't think anyone who responded meant it that way. Believe me, when we don't like somebody, it's easy to tell.

SportsWriter2
04-17-2005, 07:33 AM
Sportswriter gets run over and stiffed:

This is a NASTY low-end club. I've known Randy for four years, before she had her boobs done, when she was young and sweet. She's still a cutie, but she does a bad mix of drugs and alcohol. On this Friday she's stoned and won't shut up.

Tech note for Chili Palmer: When this encounter ended, I walked out of the club, got back on the highway, called my play phone, and dumped everything I remembered. This is the gist of it, not verbatim, but with 90-100% of the memorable comments.

Randy is not her real name, just her feeling that day. She calls me Sport more than any dancer I know. Her words are in normal typeface with stage notes in brackets. My words are in italics with stage notes (and unspoken thoughts) in brackets.

[from across the room] hey sportswriter, where the fuck you been, i haven't seen you in months what maybe four months, i'm feelin good today, can you tell? Yeah I can tell, are you coked? yeah a little [laughs] i'd never buy that shit but if someone gives it to me i do it no problem, but i only do little lines because i don't want that racing feeling [flutters hand over left boob to simulate a throbbing heart] plus i cut a vicodin. cut it, why? cuz it's a thousand milligrams i got the blue ones, half is all i can take, but i'll take a few more shots and have a very good day, you stayin? [By now we're sitting at a table. She grabs my package while a nude dancer fingers herself on stage] we'll go in back and I'll suck your cock, your little whore just had a baby, how many times did she suck your cock? I bet she never swallowed [shut... the... fuck... UP] she still sees dave u know, he saw her last friday night, says she's changed now she's a mommy. So she doesn't fuck him anymore? She never fucked him, i never even saw her suck his cock in back. They tried once on a concrete floor in his shop when they were both drunk, but he couldn't get it up. Remember when she had bruises on her back? no shit, is that how she got 'em? i never knew that, she called him last night when i was with him, i love him but i would never fuck him cuz he doesn't clean himself, you know what i mean? come on let's go in back. Sorry, I gotta meet someone. who? i'll suck your cock right now in back. last time you didn't cum for me until the very end, you held out on me, i like that [OMG, it never happened] i'll swallow you again and wherever you're going no one will know. Look, I'm meeting a freak who just came back from Florida. I promised her a big load [CS, desperate excuse for desparate times. Never let them know you're scared in this gangsta hole]

just a dance then, come on [grabs my package] three for 70 get me off okay? You in? Alright, I'm in [with the slumming smile]. you can come back tomorrow and meet me at the [name withheld] motel and fuck all afternoon, why would you want anyone else? Sorry, I only fuck faces. so fuck my face, you wanna see me choke and gag? [makes the appropriate sounds]

I don't wanna pay for a motel room. you don't have to, i live in the fucking motel, i've been there three months, i've already paid them close to $3,000. where's your boy? who the fuck knows, sport, he's a fuckin drunk, he keeps trying to get back with me, but no way, the woman who owns the motel knows enough not to let him in my place, [and I would EVER wanna be part of this drama?] but some drunk guy was knocking on my door last night wanting to fuck me, i'm gonna have to get a different room, i haven't gotten laid in two weeks but i'm not fucking some drunk just because he knocks on my door, i mean what the fuck, I'm not some drunk whore [You are, actually]

[She starts dancing as her best friend walks in with a customer. The friend grabs my package and says] she'll choke on that cock, give it to me, hey remember when you pulled my hair and said "you can play with it but don't put in your mouth you little whore" i still remember that, that was hot. we gotta do that again.

[Randy pops a nipple in my mouth, tells me to ignore her friend, and starts grinding hard] pull on my lips and twist them, that's what i do to myself all the time, did i tell you jerry died last week? the guy i was with four years, overdose of anti-depressants, when we broke up you know how he threw me out? called the fuckin cops and said i hit him with an ashtray, not a mark on him but whoever calls 911 first wins, your cock is mad hard, you sure you don't wanna go in back? [no answer] so they took me down and i said to the cop (i knew the guy) he has no marks, don't you think i would have hit him with an iron or something if i hit him at all, the cop laughed and said this is what they have to do now, it's like SOP, so i was in for two hours and jerry gets a fuckin restraining order on me so i couldn't even get my clothes out of the apartment, i had to go to court in my mother's clothes, is that mad fucked up or what?

[By now she's on the third song] You wanna get off? i can't cum without a cock in me, it's fucked up, i use the vibrators too much so nothing does it anymore, hey we're done, you want more? No thanks, I'm all set. [I hand her 80] You got change? no i'll get it at the bar.

[At the bar she orders a drink] thanks for the drink. Where's my change? you gave me a tip, i bought myself a drink. i'll give you 10 off the 300 when we fuck tomorrow, room 116, what time you comin?

[Smiling and shaking my head no, I walked out. I haven't seen her since, and haven't gone back to the club.]

SportsWriter2
04-17-2005, 08:32 AM
Element, this is an example of surreal stream of consciousness with minimal punctutation. She talked incessantly, rarely stopping long enough for me to justify inserting a period.

I had never experienced anything like this before. It was just continuously extreme. This is the only club where I have seen/heard dancers sell champagne rooms on a promise to swallow and tell a customer that another girl won't. :O

Your TR had an interesting perspective on a dancer birthday party inside the club. GenWar was on the mark about that. Maybe it came as a blur to you, but I suspect you had clear perceptions that justified more punctuation.

Lurker_001
04-17-2005, 12:24 PM
Last week i bought this chick a flower.She's been so nice to me and i thought it was the least i could do.On the spur of the moment i got her a necklace,75 bucks at the mom and pop jewelry store,to go with the flower.All week i've been apprehensive as to what was going to happen."Would she still have it?","what if she's still wearing it?","what if she's not wearing it?"

Went in saturday night and who was the first person i see,besides the door man.Yep,she's standing with him talking,not wearing the necklace.So,i'm thinking,"that's cool,it was probably a bad idea to get her a personal thing like that anyway".
I hit the toilet then go sit at the bar.She come's over and the first thing she says is "You'll never guess what happened".Right away i knew it was about the necklace but played dumb.She say's "my daughter",who is three,"grabbed it and ripped it off my neck"."It's being repaired" ... i'm thinking "Repaired?","hmmm,hardly worth it".I don't think she's really repairing it,or that it broke though....

Buying her something that remindes her of work is a VERY bad idea...

I tell her the necklace was a "Spur of the moment purchase" in hopes she'd understand why i fucked up.We talked for a while...

HER: My daughter and i fell asleep on the couch watching a movie and when i woke up she was gone... from the house

ME: HUH!? (thinking maybe her Ex took the kid or something)

HER: Yeah,she was gone... I looked out in the backyard and there she was,asleep under the tree.... i hope i don't look like a bad parent.

ME:*dumb smile*

HER:*laughing* It was so cute...

ME:*relieved* Do you have a fence in the yard?

HER: Nope.

Hmmm,i think she needs to keep the doors locked,lol...


HER: Do you know "soandso?".She's pregnant... you know,the girl that colects the VIP cover.

ME:Yeah

HER:She has like fourty three boyfriends...

ME:*Blinking in disbelief*

We talked a bit more,about the kids dead beat dad...

HER:Her father skipped town.He has two warrents for his arrest and probably fled to escape jail.

ME:so he didn't pay child support?(remembering that friday night she told me she only made 75 dollars... how does she get by??)

HER: No...

We had a firecraker she talked about last night.

HER: I got sooo fucked up drunk last night.

ME: *Thinking* "again?"

HER: On the way home some drunk guy hit my friends car like three times... Turns out he hit some other people too.The cops caught him and i didn't get home until five thirty...

ME:* Glans still screaming from last time* Would you like to do some VIPs?

HER:Yeah,c'mon *eyes gleeming*

We get in VIP.Ten goes on the table for cover,i sit,wash my hands with hand cleaner and she mounts...Her show basically consists of mounting,slow grinding and hugging until it's hard.Then the fun starts.
She'll get up slowly,mount doggy then she starts the slide fore and back over the penis.She'll slide the Glans fore through her slit untill it gets to her clit then pretty much jams it up and over... She does this over and over and over..... Hard...

After a song of that i'll start helping her with the single butt cheek spread move.Right forearm resting on her lower back with right hand grasping outer left cheek/hip pulling her in.Left palm is on her left cheek where the crack starts spreading her left cheek,pushing her away.There's a good view tonight.Part of her pussy is sticking out of her thong.
She's pouting now,her head spasms, twitching with every glans passage over The clitorus.She'll rear up onto her hands(on a chair in front of mine) throw her head/hair back and look up at the ceiling while doing that cute little twitch she does.Very sexy move.
It's a very nice show and i love being there for her...

We VIPed until her stage set.I paid her two hundred then went to watch.At the stage i tipped her a hundred dollar bill then watched some more.After her show we sat and talked.
I really wanted to hold her again,had fourty bucks left so i asked "Can we hug in VIP for a short bit?".She said "Sure.Here or VIP?".I said "VIP" so we went back.We hugged for a bit and i really was getting into it.She kissed the corner of my mouth.It drove me crazy so i whispered into her ear "Kiss me again".She sorta laughted and said "No,that's not allowed".
After a year knowing this girl i messed up,lol.I pretty much put my foot in my mouth with that statement and said "I'm such a clutz".She changed the subject quickly by saying...

HER:"So am i!"

HER:Last night i was so fucked up on main stage i walked out on the cat walk and fell off.Good thing i was drunk cause i didn't get hurt.

ME: *dumb smile*

HER:A while back i was giving a lap dance and passed out.Woke up on the floor looking up at the bottom of a chair.

ME: *dumb smile*

HER:*dumb smile*

She then kissed me again.I think i am in love with her...

britfreak2
04-17-2005, 01:38 PM
Friday:

I desided to go back to the club I went to last weekend to try out the restaurant side of it. So, I go in there around 6:30ish. I sat out at the bar on the restaurant side. Fast service but then again it was there was nobody on that side.

After chowing down I head over to the club side. Little bit busier than last week. I take the same seat I sat last week. Hung around watched the show for a bit. Then, the jello shot girl had to come around. A Miss J. She was quite the flirt. She flirted with me more than any of the dancers were. I bought a shot. She stopped over when she was on her break.

We engaged in small talk and what not. Another girl where her parents were in the miltary and been living there ever since. She invited me to a party that she's throwing next weekend but I won't be able to make it. I'll be well on my way back to SD. Sounds like fun. Oh well. She gets up and back to work.

I guess this club really does care about shots. I count 4 shot girls and each one came over right after you just bought one. Then, a Miss F stopped by. Tall blond with obvious fake boobs. Kinda looked like a young Helen Hunt with fake boobs. She knows how to pour on ths SS. She kinda played me like I was young dumb and stupid that is a newbie to this whole SCing thing. You know you have to do this and that gave me the whole list of rules of the place. Then, about 20 minutes later she asked for a dance after I just bought her a stupid $10 drink. I told her I'll think about it and come back later.

I just sat there. Flirted more with Miss J. Then, this one lady up on stage. Wow. Besides Miss A she's the only one where I was like wow. Hell, if I knew it was her last set I would of asked her for a dance. I don't even remember her name. Then, good ol' Miss S gets up on stage. She really is a riot. I tip her a few bucks. Then, Miss F came back around. Me and my big mouth about coming back later. I really didn't think she would of. We go out back to do a couple of dances.

Kinda funny moment was as she was grinding on my leg my phone rang and I had it on vibrate and she just got harder and harder with her grind on it. I actually had her stop because I heard a snap. I pulled it out of my pocket. Some how my answer got pushed and the caller was still on the line so I found out who was the caller. It was none other than Miss A. So, I desided on just stopping the dance to talk to her. I was actually surprised she even returned my call from earlier. I mean she never does. But, the highlight of the whole thing was I lied my ass off that I wasn't in the titty bar at all. I promised her that I would stay out of them till I got back. Boy was that a chalenge. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. I paid for my dance and got out of there.

Saturday:
I went to the worst SC I've ever been too last night. I got this recomendation from a friend of mine so I decided to give it a try. I'm glad I only spent $3 for the brew and got out of there. This place reminded me of my grandfather's basement. And only 2 girls working. At first I walk in and I asked myself if I was in the right place. So, I pounded that beer down and bolted to go to the club I been going to.

It was more of a chill night nobody really bothered me. More flirting from Miss J and Miss S finally left the bar to come chill with me. We had a stimulating convo about pornos and sex toys. Then, I tipped her a few bucks on stage and took off.

Total 2 day: $350

Richard_Head
04-17-2005, 02:51 PM
She then kissed me again.I think i am in love with her...Thanks for the update Lurker, tread carefully my friend, or at least wait until I get my popcorn popped.

Ginorod55
04-17-2005, 03:28 PM
Fellow Junkies,

I don't mean to flame Lurker or anyone else. God only knows I've been "in love" more times than I can count and on occasion breaking the bank. That's why, as a low-count poster I ask my betters, Is it me, or does Lurker need an intervention? It's a free country, I know, and it's his money to do as he pleases. Just wondering if I'm reading into this more than there is. I'd hate to see him go down in flames like I've done before too many times. Maybe it takes one to know one.

Have fun,
Play safe,

Gino

Jenny
04-17-2005, 03:37 PM
^^^
Oh fuck that. Lurker - give her all your fucking money. Then she'll love you back. I promise.}:D

Lurker_001
04-17-2005, 04:34 PM
I may be dumb but i'm not stupid

SportsWriter2
04-17-2005, 05:05 PM
We VIPed until her stage set.I paid her two hundred then went to watch.At the stage i tipped her a hundred dollar bill then watched some more.After her show we sat and talked.
Why would you tip her a Benjamin? That's money for nothing. If you want a responsible dancer, help her develop a work ethic. Spend the money on more hot dances... next time.

Rule #9: The most you ever spent is what they expect next time. :O

Rule #14: Know what you want and what it takes to get it. :)

You'd be amazed at what you can negotiate if the girl likes you. If you give her money for nothing and gold for free, you lose your leverage. :-\

Everyone who posts here has a method. CP looks for a DDD exotic and offers the going escort rate. MW finds a hot single mom with deep unmet needs. I look for a "girl next door" college student who's secretly freaky. FBR found a good thing that he does over and over. :)

RH, I have my popcorn (lowfat butter taste) in the micrwave, but I don't wanna see sad drama.

Katrine
04-17-2005, 05:44 PM
She then kissed me again.I think i am in love with her...

I'm with the pro-intervention committee. Boys, he needs help.

"I may be dumb but not stupid" isn't cutting it. I've been going to AA meetigs for a week.....there is NO excuse!!

Also, may I suggest that you refrain from using proper medical terminology in describing genitalia. Glans and clitoris don't sound nearly as tittilating as fat cock-head and slitty clitty ;)

Chili Palmer
04-17-2005, 06:46 PM
RH:

You won't believe what I did in your club on Thursday/Friday. I'd post it here but after bagging on SW earlier, people would think I'm just piling on to prove a point. BTW, our mutual blonde friend is flying out to LA next week to go shopping and see me. She's moved into my top five, all time. I will say this, though: I got Bridgette to lose count again, and boy was she pissed. :D

CP

Casual Observer
04-17-2005, 06:54 PM
: CO bows in deferrence to the master :

<S> CP

mr_punk
04-17-2005, 08:23 PM
i'm thinking "Repaired?","hmmm,hardly worth it".I don't think she's really repairing it,or that it broke though....Buying her something that remindes her of work is a VERY bad idea.oh, don't worry about it. she's probably keeping it where all dancers usually put their gifts from PLs for safe keeping...the dumpster in the back of the club.

Thanks for the update Lurker, tread carefully my friend, or at least wait until I get my popcorn popped.no..popcorn just won't do in this case. this is a seven course meal. buying gifts for stripper simply for being nice and to get a smile? one or two half-assed kisses on the corner of the mouth and he's in love? this sounds so delicious it has to be fattening.

Richard_Head
04-17-2005, 08:40 PM
RH:

You won't believe what I did in your club on Thursday/Friday. I'd post it here but after bagging on SW earlier, people would think I'm just piling on to prove a point. BTW, our mutual blonde friend is flying out to LA next week to go shopping and see me. She's moved into my top five, all time. I will say this, though: I got Bridgette to lose count again, and boy was she pissed. :D

CPSweet, the blonde is smoking hot BTW folks. I haven't seen Bridgette since she's been back, perhaps a night trip to that club is in order.

azdd
04-17-2005, 10:22 PM
Rule #9: The most you ever spent is what they expect next time. :O
Rule #14: Know what you want and what it takes to get it. :)


These look like GREAT rules! Is there a quick link where I can find the rest of them? Thanks in advance.

Katrine
04-18-2005, 01:08 AM
oh, don't worry about it. she's probably keeping it where all dancers usually put their gifts from PLs for safe keeping...the dumpster in the back of the club.
no..popcorn just won't do in this case. this is a seven course meal. buying gifts for stripper simply for being nice and to get a smile? one or two half-assed kisses on the corner of the mouth and he's in love? this sounds so delicious it has to be fattening.

I hate to admit this, but boy am I glad to read your input on this matter Punkster. Don't hold back old Jedi master. Teach something to our young grasshopper.

Seriously, I'd rather just let them think I was a skeezer stripper than receive unwanted gifts. Am I that twisted? I'll bet you anything, even a dollar stuck in a strippercrotch, that they don't make any more $$$ than us hit n run girls, yet have to deal with 3x the drama....

Anyone in agreement?

evan_essence
04-18-2005, 01:51 AM
It was none other than Miss A. So, I desided on just stopping the dance to talk to her. I was actually surprised she even returned my call from earlier. I mean she never does. But, the highlight of the whole thing was I lied my ass off that I wasn't in the titty bar at all.Wasn't she suspicious of the background noise?

-Ev

evan_essence
04-18-2005, 01:54 AM
oh, don't worry about it. she's probably keeping it where all dancers usually put their gifts from PLs for safe keeping...the dumpster in the back of the club.Hey, he better be bringing gifts that can go to the pawn shop, not the damn dumpster.

-Ev

A_Guy
04-18-2005, 07:53 AM
I just turn the damn thing off. At that moment, nothing is more important than the lap dance :P

Moneywise
04-18-2005, 07:58 AM
I detach it from me and place it on the table. This way the vibration doesn't take away from the moment and she doesn't injure herself on it. It gets a quick glance afterwards. At that moment nothing is more important than the woman I have chosen to share a small niche' of time with. :) Most things can wait 5 minutes.

A_Guy
04-18-2005, 08:02 AM
At that moment nothing is more important than the woman I have chosen to share a small niche' of time with. :) Most things can wait 5 minutes.

exactly

GenWar
04-18-2005, 11:07 AM
So, we (the wingman and I) took in a Yankees/Orioles game Saturday. I haven’t been to a game since I was a kid so I thought would be fun. Supposed to go back to Mrs gen’s run baby shower but, in one of my more particularly stupid moments, I decided to hit the same club as last weekend. Miss M and Miss E were calling out to me telepathically. Yeah, that’s it… Decided to skip dinner because it was late and I ate too many $5 hot dogs at the game. We stopped off at a truck stop to change into appropriate club attire (jean shorts, tshirt and Hawaiian shirt would not have been out of place but I wouldn’t have felt comfortable. Besides, how can you get a dance in jean shorts?) We agree that we will just stop off for a couple of hours and head home. Now, I knew in the back of my mind that it would come to this. I really wanted to see the game, sure but I was also bothered by my lack of clear recollection of all the time spent with Miss E. I had to know if she was as phenomenal as I recall or if I was viewing the world through Jack Daniel’s colored glasses.

Rolled up on the club about the same time as last week…9:30 pm. Stopped off to get some Capt Morgans to go with the leftover Dr Peppers still rolling around the floorboards of the Pacifica. No hotel, so I can’t drink like last week…have to drive back to the friend’s house at which we are staying. Plus, the wingman works at 7:00 am. Still, I bought a full bottle. The whole club is BYO and my thought was to be able to provide the ladies with some alcohol to drink.

Once again, as we drove up, there was a line. Once again, I muttered something to the wingman. Once again, he commented, never been a line before. We laughed. This time, I have a spiffy member card. I hand it over along with my id and a c-note. The owner, as I have now identified this gentleman to be, begins to count out my change. The bouncer from last week laughs…”I see you made it back.” He chuckles. “I was in town for a game.” I explain. “I’m sure.” He laughs. He has seen it all.

I get inside and the wingman is still standing inside the door. He is looking around. “Same as last week,” I say. “Taken.” He points out. I look over…HIS old seat is taken but the ones K and I used are empty. “No along the wall.” He looks again..”Oh, ok.” We head over and have a seat. I start emptying pockets. Cigarallos and matches (club doesn’t allow cigars, so I thought I would be slick.) I put the Captain Morgans on the table, as well as one of the Sodas. As I am taking stock, the wingman says, “I think you are in trouble.” I follow his gaze to see Miss M making a beeline my way.

She settles on my lap and smiles broadly. “Man, I am GLAD to see you. You made it back.” “Yeah,” I confirm. “We came for the Orioles game.” “I’m sure.” She smiles. OK…we really did see the game for the record. Orioles rallied with 5 runs in the bottom of the 7th to beat the Yankees 7 to 6. So there! “So, how’s your night going?” I need a new opening line. She gives me her stock response, “Much better now that you are here.” I prompt her, “Really?” She smiles again and it seems more genuine. “Yeah, there is no one here tonight.” I look around at the packed to the gills club. “What about them?” I say, pointing to the large number of patrons in the standing room only environment. She shrugs, which, if focus on one spot on her shoulder, makes her freckles do a little dance. *sigh* “None of them are nice, not like you.” This was the beginning of the most amazing night of SS I have ever experienced.

So we sit a bit and I bury my face in her side, just breathing in the scent of her. And then we stare at each other for a bit. “You’re so cute.” She says spontaneously. “Yeah, right.” “No, I mean it.” The SS sensor I had installed at the base of my Medulla Oblongata is buzzing like a surgeons’ pager. “Thanks,” I reply, trying to smile graciously and humbly but instead, I am sure, grinning like an idiot. She says, “I really am glad you came in, you had said that you wouldn’t be back for a long time.” I nod. “I do live very far away,” I explain, “but since we had tickets to the baseball game, I was back in town. I am sure I won’t be back for quite some time.” “So when do I get to molest you?” she asks. This is only my second night in this club so she really doesn’t know me as a customer. I rarely get dances out of the gate…I prefer to pace it. “Umm…not right now. I am gonna have a drink and a cigar and chill for a bit.” “OK.” She clearly intends to sit on my lap. So I mix the drink and light up and I can tell the smoke is bothering her. “I will put this out.” “No, no, I want you to have good time.” She makes another face. I frown. “I will not smoke it…I’ll put it out.” She demurs. “How about I come back in a little bit?” “If you’re ok with that…”

She nods but, after a moment’s hesitation, she decides to cross the line and let the SS flow lapse in the interest of insuring the income. “You aren’t going to get dances from any other girls, are you?” she asks. Brief flutter in the back of my neck as the sensor wonders what the hell to make of THAT statement. “Umm…I am just here to have a good time you know. I had a great time with you last week and I plan to again tonight but I also wanna see Miss E again. Don’t worry, you are my favorite and you know I will take care of you.” She digests that for a second and then she gives me the worst news all night. “Miss E isn’t working tonight.” There is a weird noise that it takes me a moment to recognize as my heart breaking. Miss M is still talking though…”So you can hang out with me tonight.” I smile my agreement and nod. “We’ll have a great time.” She takes that as the promise that it isn’t and wanders off.

So I sit and I sip and smoke the rest of the cigar. I watch Miss M, because I am sure she is going to work the room. Nope…she heads over to the bar and sits there. As I smoke, a lovely young lady comes up and seats herself in my lap. She introduces herself as Miss N and proceeds to chat me up a bit. The usual line…nothing special or memorable. She continually adjusts her outfit because the design makes it very easy for boob to pop out. I comment upon it so she demonstrates. Fair enough. I am finishing up the cigar as she realizes she has to go on stage. Will I be good for a dance later? Most likely. She trounces off to the stage as take the last puff on the little cigarillo. As she leaves, bouncer walks up. Gives me a look and says “About the cigar…” “Cigar?” I play dumb. “This is a cigarette.” I smile broadly. “Smells like a cigar. Just keep it on the down-low…don’t get me in trouble with the owner.” I ask his name. Mr. R. “Thanks, Mr. R. I appreciate that.” He wanders off and I snub out the cigar. Magically, as soon as it is out, Miss M appears.

“Hi again,” she says. I grin. Honestly, I am a little teensy bit worried about her. But, I am so so attracted to her. Her smell, her freckles and her grade-A SS has me firmly mired in PL land. It is mainly her SS though…she is so good at it that you almost want to believe it. I mean, you really really WANT to believe it and you have to make a conscious effort to NOT believe it. But I grin and pant like some overanxious puppy as she seats on my lap again. “Welcome back.” She settles for a moment but I need to tip Miss N, so she excuses me momentarily while I take care of it. I return and she is keeping my seat warm. I am barely back before she starts with the selling. I try all the excuses…but the drink is drunk, the cigar is smoked and the wingman is deferring his natural right to first dance of the night. “Don’t let me set the pace,” he says. Big help. So I am led away, popping mints as quick as I can along the way.

The first 2 dances of the night remind me why I came back. Of course, to support the SS, you have to have a dance to back it up. And Miss M’s dances are well suited for me. Just enough contact to make me REALLY enjoy myself without so much as to make me uncomfortable. And she takes me back mid song, gets topless immediately and then just gives a nice, comfortable pleasant hug for the end of that first song. I *LOVE* her dances. Of course, at $30 each, there would not be much repeat business for someone who didn’t know what they are doing. She has read me well enough to know that I do 2 and then stop, so she ends without asking, which is some really nice customer analysis.

I relax while she redresses…Not that I couldn’t jump right up, of course…I just was enjoying the atmosphere in the back dance corner…that’s my story and I am sticking to it. After a minute or 2, I get up and reach in the pocket. I pull out Mr. Grant and Mr. Jackson and pass them over. “You want change?” She asks. I am aghast. “Change?? Do you give a lot of change?” She shrugs, “All the time.” “I don’t ever ask for change from a dancer. I just feel rude doing that.” “Well, I don’t know if you don’t have the right bills?” I show her the $10s in my pocket. “If I had wanted to give you $60, I would have.” I smile. “You are worth more than that.” Woohoo…I am not in her league but I do have SOME CS moments.

I head back to the chair and give the wingman a look. He knows that look, “Dammit.” He says. “You didn’t give me any warning about tonight at all!” “I know…my bad…I thought I had this covered.” “How much?” he asks. I think for a sec…”Umm…let me count up..gimme a minute.” I sit and make myself another drink. I look around and notice the guys seated in front of me. 2 Italian guys with a bunch of empty Sutter Home single servings and Kahlua brand mud slides bottles, also empty. They are very sedate and I can’t help but interfere. I grab the bottle of Capt’s and tap the closest guy on the shoulder. “You guys out?” The first guy looks at me for a sec and then shrugs. “Sure.” He sends his friend to get some cups. He returns and I pour them two HEALTHY swigs of the Capt’s. They thank me and start to drink.

GenWar
04-18-2005, 11:09 AM
Miss N wanders by again and asks if I am ready for that dance? Sure, I say. Off we go to the back. As soon as she arrives, she starts dancing. So my first dance is really half a dance. Then, she doesn’t ask if I want a second, just does it. She is going for three when I stop her. Now, the dances weren’t bad…little more energetic and less relaxed than Miss M but not bad. However, the sales methodology didn’t feel good to me, especially with Miss M’s excellent customer service hovering in my mind. So I settled up the $60 and thanked her for her time. And went back to my seat for another cigar.

I think I get about halfway through this one before, Miss M returns. Hrm. Has it been that long? “Hello,” I say. “I am just going on stage in a moment,” she explains…just wanted to hang out until then. “OK.” She seats and cuddles up. “How were your dances?” she asks, knowing the answer before I even speak. “Not bad.” I respond. She raises an eyebrow. “Well, not in YOUR league of course. You have ruined it for every other girl in here.” Old line but works every time. She glows, waking up the sensor for a light buzzing massage. We chat some more. I ask why she isn’t working the room. She gives me the excuse of her being picky. “But, don’t you have to make cash?” I ask. She responds, “Money isn’t that important to me.” Wha-wha-What?? “Really.” She confirms. Oh, must have said that out loud. I guess I am clearly disbelieving. I remember the 20/20 story. “Do you lose money?” She nods, “All the time.” Through all of this, the sensor has a light minibuzz going on…I guess on some level I am believing this. Sucker.

The wingman leans over and renews his earlier question with a look. “Hundred?” I ask. If I had warned him, no prob. But cold? He nods. I turn back to Miss M and she has a BIG smile on her face. The sensor gives a little jolt from the smile alone. I need a new rule about financial transactions in FRONT of the dancers. That was a tactical error. Oh well, what’s done is done. I turn back to the wingman. He glances down. I look down into the craggy face of Mr. Franklin. I pick it up and slip it in a pocket. Miss M says, “Perhaps we can work out a special?” “Special?” I ask. She nods, “I can do 4 for $100 for you.” Nice. “That would be fun.” She nods and gets up to go on stage.

The two guys in front are starting to giggle. It must be the Capts on top of all the stuff they drank earlier. The near one looks at me, “you really like that one girl?” I nod, somewhat bittersweet. I consciously choose to be a PL and then I regret it while still doing it. “She’s pretty fun.” I tell him. I get up and go over to the main stage with a $5. She comes over, pulls my face into her chest and rubs me good, as I inhale deeply of her baby-powder scent. She backs up and I hold up the bill which she grabs with her breasts. “Thank you baby.” I return to my seat, drink and light up again. One song later, I get up and wander over to the second stage and do the same thing again. After I return to my seat, I only have to close my eyes and wait for the song to end for her to be back at my side. This time, she doesn’t even dress first. Presumptious? Maybe…But…”You have me pegged as a sucker, don’t you?” I say to her. “Yep.” The wingman says from my right. She throws him a look and turns back to me. “No. Not at all.” I thought the sensor was going to split my head in half on that one. I disagree,“Yes, you do. You are just happy because I am your sucker.” She grins and denies it again, but she can’t hide the look in her eyes from my SS sensor…I can see Triumph. I wish I could have a bigger problem with it. She takes my hand and leads me back to the dance area.

The 4 for $100 special could actually prove to be the death of me. After the ½ song cuddle “dance” she starts up. By the end of the first song, I am feeling very very cool. “How many was that?” I ask her, dazed. “Er…One.” She chuckles. “One?!?” “Yes,” she smiles at me. “One.” By the third, she is either doing some Academy Award Level SS or she is really getting into it. Even the sensor can’t tell the difference…it is just beeping confusedly. The dances end and she jumps off to get dressed. I run my hands from the top of my head, down my sides and over my legs, to make sure that all the mental and emotional pieces of me are still in the right spots. It must be warm in the lap dance area because my legs have been sweating. Which is odd, because I don’t normally sweat from my legs but why else would the thighs of my slacks be so damp? I lift the side of her G-string and slip Mr. Franklin inside the strap. She asks, “When should I come see you again?” “Catch me for the end of the night?” I suggest. She nods. “I’ll be by after 1.” I thank her and give her a final hug before heading back to the chair.

The nearer of the two guys is along, watching my table and his. The wingman and his friend are no where in sight. “Your friend is with a girl.” He tells me. “He likes a lot of women, huh?” I nod at him and laugh. To say that the wingman likes a lot of women is like saying that Anarctica may experience chilly temperatures. I sit, light up and take another pull on my mostly melted ice drink. “That stuff you gave me is really getting us messed up.” The guy says, laughing in a drunken way. “Want more?” I ask. “Shure!” he slurs a bit. I pour another shot into his cup. “My friend has had about twice the number of dances we planned on having.” He laughs. “Glad I can help.” I tell him.

The wingman returns. “Have you had a dance from Miss H?” he asks. Miss H, who the wingman was with earlier and last week, is a lovely blonde with large, beautiful breasts and a very playful manner. I had met her before but she never stopped by for an extended visit, probably because Miss M had my lap locked up. “No…” I tell him. “You should.” He points and I follow his finger to find her sitting on someone’s lap about 4 tables away. So I watch her and try to signal her when she gets up. I wave and nod but she doesn’t catch me. I visually follow her around the room as she makes the rounds but she has no takers, so she heads into the dressing room. After a while, she comes out in another outfit and makes some more rounds. At this point, I am ALMOST at the point where I will get off my lazy ass and go get her. But she disappears into the front room (manager’s office). So I walk over and catch Mr. R and hand him some bills to go in and get her for me. He promises to take care of it.

As I walk back to my seat, I pass Miss M talking to another guy. I run my finger down her arm, which is around the guy, by way of greeting. She turns and I wink and head to my seat. As I sit, I see that she has followed me. Ack! “Oh, doll, I wasn’t calling you…” I say. “No?” she says, crestfallen. I swallow hard, “No, actually, I have just sent for another dancer.” “Oh.” Her face falls, and I feel like a complete cad, despite the fact that the sensor is buzzing like a coked out bumblebee. “I’ll see you later then.” I want more than anything to call her back but I know better.

Moments later, Miss H comes over, carrying 3 bottles of water. “I just came by to say good night, dear…” she says. “I am not feeling well so I am headed home early.” “Oh that is too bad.” I sympathize. “I’ll have to catch you next time.” “That’d be great. Thanks, dear…” She smiles one last time and wanders off. Miss M is quick to capitalize. She nonchalantly wanders over. “What happened?” she asks. “Oh, Miss H is not feeling well,” I tell her. “Oh, so we can do a couple more then?” she asks. What the hell? I do so love those dances. 2 more dances, this time in the dark corner. I pay up and she promises to come by around 1:30 am.

I am headed back to the table. Seems as if I spend all my time walking too and from the table. The guy at the other table is laughing at me and the wingman is talking to some random drunk guy who is whispering in his ear. I couldn’t catch the conversation at the time, but he told me later. The guy says, “I notice you have been back for a lot of dances. How many have you had?” “7 or 8?” he replies. “Wow. You must be rich,” the drunk guy observes. “Do you work at a computer company or something?” “No, actually I work at a grocery store.” The wingman does alright financially but not from his job. He really does work at a grocery store. “Really? Wow.” The drunk guy’s mind is blown and wanders off muttering to himself.

When he is done, I tell him, “Now, I am officially broke.” “Really?” He asks. “Well, all except for the end of the night with Miss M.” He nods sagely. He knows I like to close out the night. “What time is it,” I ask. “1:12 am.” comes the response. The guy from the table leans over and points $5 in ones at us. “This is for the drinks.” He says. “No need,” I tell him. But he insists so I put them on the table and thank him. He and his friend rise to leave. We pound fists in a manly way and they head out. Miss M starts to hover in the distance so I wave her over. “You’re hovering,” I tell her. “I don’t want to talk to any of these assholes.” She tells me. “I am just waiting to be with you.” *bzzzz, bzzzz* Stupid sensor. “Well, we can hang out for a while longer.” The wingman is alone. “You have something lined up for the end of the night.” I ask him. He laughs at me, “you know I don’t do that…what ever happens happens.” Well, that’s his way to go. I gather up all the excess items and stuff them into the cooler. As soon as it is full and sealed up, Miss M starts tugging on my hand. I lean over to her. “Is that special an ongoing thing?” I ask. “What special?” The wingman asks. “I have a preferred customer discount.” I tell him. Miss M laughs. She says that we are going to have a fun 4 dances. And off we go.

GenWar
04-18-2005, 11:11 AM
I thoroughly enjoy the last 4 dances of the evening. It was a wonderful way to close the evening. She is truly a fantastic dancer. Afterwards, she sits with me and chats. “I know you think I am weird.” She says. The sensor is silent. “Well, you tell me that money means little to you,” I reply, “but you are a dancer. You have to admit, it sounds odd.” She nods. “I know. But you don’t know what its like around here. You are really a breath of fresh air.” Sensor is still quiet. I shrug. “I try to be a gentleman.” “Exactly,” she notes. “And money or no money, I would rather hang out with you than with some asshole who just tries to shove his fingers up my pussy.” Ack! “Ack!” I say. She nods silently. “Now, do you get what I mean?” “yeah, I guess I do. Well, I am glad you had a nice night.” “Me too. Thanks. I hope to see you again.” “One day, I’m sure.” I gather up my stuff, give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and go wait by the bar for the wingman to get done. He finished out the night with the vain but hot dancer who all the other dancers hate (Doesn’t every club have one?) and they go right up to the last dance.

We head out and hit the road for the long drive home. Another successful venture.

Tally up:
$60 wasted on dances with Miss N.
$340 dances with Miss M (2 specials and 2 doubles with tip ($70))
$35 misc stage tips
$15 bottle of alcohol on way in

(Sorry about the length, y'all. I didn't feel I could cut anymore without compromising the integrity of the story. *bzzzz* OW, dammit, thing is not supposed to work on ME!)

Nicolina
04-18-2005, 12:44 PM
Gen,
In Miss M's defense, I just want to say this: there really were some customers who I liked much, much better than the vast majority of others. They were customers who put me at ease in some hard-to-define way, spent respectable (though not necessarily vast) amounts of money, appreciated the effort I put forth, and generally made me feel pretty good about my job. It didn't mean I wanted to date them, exactly. I was tempted a few times, but I was very good at compartmentalizing these things. Still, I had a genuine affection for certain customers with whom I felt a real connection--even when that connection was immediate, transient, and inexplicable. There's a chemistry thing that happens sometimes. From your posts, and your description of the kinds of dancers and dances you prefer, I wouldn't be surprised if you sparked that kind of chemistry more frequently than most....And your buzzer should be silent right now, since I'm 3,000 miles away and have no hope of ever causing you to part with any of your cash (which is sort of a shame, since I'm betting there might have been some chemistry there ;))

Also, money doesn't mean all that much to me, either. I need it to live, and that's about it. When I had extra, I usually found some way to give it away. I'm not sure about this, but I have a feeling that people who really care about MONEY, as an entity, generally find more conventional, less stigmatized ways to earn it.
-Nic

Nicolina
04-18-2005, 12:59 PM
Seriously, I'd rather just let them think I was a skeezer stripper than receive unwanted gifts. Am I that twisted? I'll bet you anything, even a dollar stuck in a strippercrotch, that they don't make any more $$$ than us hit n run girls, yet have to deal with 3x the drama....

Anyone in agreement?

Yes! I wasn't really the kind of girl who inspired unsolicited gifts of this kind, but it happened occasionally. I can't really explain why, but gifts of jewelry from customers almost always made me feel icky. Maybe because most of the guys who were inclined to give this sort of gift just happened to strike me as a little disturbed. It might have been different if the gifts had come from guys like those I described in my post to Gen, but those guys generally aren't the type to give gifts. They just buy dances, and enjoy them, and that's A-OK with me. 8)

NVJosh
04-18-2005, 02:33 PM
no..popcorn just won't do in this case. this is a seven course meal. buying gifts for stripper simply for being nice and to get a smile? one or two half-assed kisses on the corner of the mouth and he's in love? this sounds so delicious it has to be fattening.

I wish I could say I've never been there. Unfortunately, I have. Eventually, I learned...many hundreds, nay, thousands of dollars later.

Happy_Camper
04-18-2005, 02:35 PM
I like the phone to go off every now and then so when she asks if i am going to answer it I can say "Nope, you are more important"

Casual Observer
04-18-2005, 03:00 PM
It might have been different if the gifts had come from guys like those I described in my post to Gen, but those guys generally aren't the type to give gifts.

I don't get the whole gift-giving thing in an SC. If you know her OTC, that's one thing. If you only know her ITC, why bother with gifts? Just give her money.

GenWar
04-18-2005, 06:02 PM
Gen,
In Miss M's defense, I just want to say this: there really were some customers who I liked much, much better than the vast majority of others. They were customers who put me at ease in some hard-to-define way, spent respectable (though not necessarily vast) amounts of money, appreciated the effort I put forth, and generally made me feel pretty good about my job. It didn't mean I wanted to date them, exactly. I was tempted a few times, but I was very good at compartmentalizing these things. Still, I had a genuine affection for certain customers with whom I felt a real connection--even when that connection was immediate, transient, and inexplicable. There's a chemistry thing that happens sometimes. From your posts, and your description of the kinds of dancers and dances you prefer, I wouldn't be surprised if you sparked that kind of chemistry more frequently than most....And your buzzer should be silent right now, since I'm 3,000 miles away and have no hope of ever causing you to part with any of your cash (which is sort of a shame, since I'm betting there might have been some chemistry there ;))

Also, money doesn't mean all that much to me, either. I need it to live, and that's about it. When I had extra, I usually found some way to give it away. I'm not sure about this, but I have a feeling that people who really care about MONEY, as an entity, generally find more conventional, less stigmatized ways to earn it.
-Nic

Nic,

You are a sweetheart. :)

I really wanna believe that Miss M falls into this catagory and that that is what happen. It certainly makes sense...but parts still don't add up for me. For example, even if she greatly prefers me, why just sit out the rest of the game? She was only with me half the night. The other half was spent at the "bar" (remember: no alcohol.) I suppose you could argue that I had made her night from a cash standpoint. (12 dances is a lot when you are used to less than 4, I suppose.) I do KNOW that she knew that I was her PL, hook, line and sinker. But still...Oh well, I'll go back in a month or 2. There will be more evidence one way or another then.

Don't worry about the sensor...Manual says 5-6 feet but Docs say 2-3 tops. Best if physical contact. 3000 miles is probably more than the effective range.::) Now, if the stitches would just stop itching.

As for the chemistry ;) , you just tell me the when and where of your triumphant return and I will happily take my place at the end of the long line of junkies that will show up. 8)

-gen

Nicolina
04-18-2005, 06:06 PM
JZ,


Ms. Sensuous? This was before my time....

GenWar
04-18-2005, 06:37 PM
JZ,

Ms. Sensuous? This was before my time....

Mine too..*shrug*

Richard_Head
04-18-2005, 07:07 PM
JZ,


Ms. Sensuous? This was before my time....

Mine too..*shrug*

Are you guys saying you haven't read EVERY trip report?
You guys have got some reading ahead of you.

Susan Wayward
04-18-2005, 08:19 PM
GW--To back up Nic a little, there are definitely certain customers that we like to see more than others, and it's not necessarily about the money. But I don't lose money when I go to work or sit at the bar when it's crowded or hover around the same guy all night when it's busy. Those are the things that would make me think SS more than anything--you were easy for her to make money from, and she sounds a little lazy. But whatever, you sound like a satisfied customer and that's what matters, right?

NVJosh
04-19-2005, 12:02 PM
Isn't "Dork with a mullet" redundant?

Anyway, my experience with a lot of dancers is that they are happy to sit with me, shoot the breeze, whatever because I'm more entertaining than the average customer. If I buy dances, they sometimes charge for all of them, sometimes don't. And the bottom line is, more than once (okay, more than a dozen times) I've heard "Okay, I have to go make money now." Which is cool. Its her job. I can shoot the breeze with clients who are friends at work and sooner or later I have to get back on the clock, too. And basically, they would rather make money off nice guys than jerks...who wouldn't.

Essentially, its exactly what Susan says.

Malak
04-19-2005, 04:53 PM
Kahoots Bar and Grill, Vernon, CT USA

Ok, this could be my last trip for awhile since I *gasp* might
have a real girlfriend soon. LOL

I walked in and a blonde, Kimberly was behind the bar. She
seemed pretty cool and I felt for her because a flirty guy was
annoying her. LOL Not sure if she was just busy or did not
like him. She was fine with me so that's all I know.

I then went over to the tiprail area which completely encircles
the stage. I admired the rainbow chairs. LOL This dancer
Molly was on the stage with huge boobs. I don't really go for
ridiculously large so I waited till Camilla came on. She is the
Brazilian who I was sorry I missed a dance with 2 trips ago.
We chatted about how we remembered each other from the
other place. And she said "how come you did not dance with
me?" I told her she was next on my list. So when she got off
stage we went to the lapdance area. I thought it was almost
amusing how they have to punch a card. Kind of hurts the
mood it seems to me. So she was very enthusiastic and friendly.
She listened to me when I asked for more in my face type of
intimacy versus sticking her cookie in my face. She has been
in this country for a year and a half. While she is not dropdead
gorgeous, I could get very used to her. Mmmmm....

Then I went back to the stage and I think "Treasure" was dancing
and I wanted to tip her but "August" moved in for the kill. Tall
skinny, very pretty brunette. We chatted about my lovelife woes
and she asked for a dance. I hesitated slightly because the girl
on the stage looked better from a body standpoint but I could not
resist August's model-like beauty. She was grinning and showing
her pearly whites during my pause... I think she KNEW she had
me. LOL So we went back and she seemed more inclined to some
extras but I did not take advantage. She was more my therapist.
Not that I didn't enjoy the dance(she did a cool complete flip with
the handrails) but I was distracted by the convo. She also seemed
to be a pretty nice person. She told me to check out the Gold Club
because there were lots of very pretty girls there and I honestly
told her she was plenty pretty. ;-)

I was very impressed about how clear both girls were about when
a dance ended! (hint hint)

At the stage was Amber and she was another brunette. She seemed
more of a fun type of person so I think she may win the personality
contest. I asked her who the dancer was sitting away from the stage
and I decided to lay some groundwork for the future. As I walked out
I handed "Treasure" a dollar and told her I was leaving but that I would
catch her next time. She was like "oh, you don't have to do that!" and
she introduced herself and I said "I know." with a grin and she looked
amazed and asked how I knew her stagename so I said softly that I
had asked about her. LOL Her jaw dropped an inch and I started to
walk away letting my hand slide slowly out of hers. Not sure who was
playing who but at least I'm trying! LOL ;-)

Richard_Head
04-19-2005, 07:19 PM
Isn't "Dork with a mullet" redundant?LMAO

Moneywise
04-20-2005, 01:19 AM
On Saturday morning I embarked on a mission to visit family (specifically my sick grandmother). It was a perfect day for hitting the road. I arrived in Columbia, SC around 7pm and navigated towards what has quickly become my favorite SC when home visiting family. The club is full nude with a full bar and hot meals served within. I’m not too big on meals in a SC. I’m there to drink and get my lap on. Therefore, having the full bar in the nudie club gives it a perfect score on my SC heat index. :10::10::10:


I walk into a bar littered with a mixture of good ol boys, military men, husbands on kitchen passes, and the occasional thug. I felt more at home than I have ever felt in a SC. The green has definitely worn off. I take up residence near the stage and immediately begin to scan for the lovely lady I am to spend an ounce of time with. Time is money and I have somewhere to be. Just as I was about to decide to keep my roll on my pocket and live to lap another day out walks a fantastic sweetheart with the full Britney Spears schoolgirl getup going on complete with matching checkered garter belt & girl next door smile. Her body was perfect in every way. Her onion was nothing short of immaculate. }:D


As she strolled past me I locked hands with her and rather bluntly let her know I wanted some laps. She obliged and promised to seek me out after her stage set. As her set began I went ahead and took residence at the stage. Every guy at the stage had to have an instant blood rush to the tip of their cocks when she began to disrobe. By the time she made her way to me I was in full on PLIL (PL in lust) mode. As she sat in front of me with her legs spread wide I marveled at the beauty of her pussy. Every niche, every curve was perfect. Later I would find it to be smoother than a baby’s butt.


Afterwards she approached me and we both retired to the LD room to commence the mating ritual. This girl was very athletic. She displayed her flexibility and athleticism as I sunk in to the couch with my eyes trained on her every curve. I wasn’t sure how much contact was to be made so I played it cool. She began to touch and rub in the right places. After about the third song I felt the need to match her contact with a little mutual contact. While she’s seated on me CG I reach around and begin to caress her perfectly shaped butt cheeks. This brings on a positive response from her. The first five songs or so were spent making sure I became well acquainted with the up close & personal view of her beautiful pussy. She performed this move where she would stand on her hands with her back to me and flip over landing in my lap upside down with her head/hands still touching the floor. Imagine the CG position with her leaned all the way down to the floor. I had ass first and pussy second in that order under my nose. I wasn’t sure what to do with it at first. Was the ass clean? (smelled clean) Pussy? (smelled like loads of perfume) Ahh wth… You only live once. After about the third time doing that move I dug my chin into the crevice that housed her ass and got up close & personal with both areas (no tongue action going on. I’m a good boy). http://www.adultnetsurprise.com/forums/images/smilies/new/angel.gif


By the time we finished the 10th dance they were calling her to the stage. She poked her head out and told them to skip her. Done. Well, we now know who has pull ITC. While we’re straightening ourselves back up she makes some good small talk wanting to know details surrounding my visit to Columbia. How long I am staying… Where I live... Etc etc. I take the opportunity to proposition her. Hell, I was only in town for one night and the worst that could have happened was her telling the bouncer and him trying to toss me out on my head (he was big but still smaller than me). She replied with a simple “I just dance. That’s all”. I swear I would have easily dropped a G on her without even batting an eye. We said our goodbyes and off I went to my mother’s house where I visited my grandmother all morning on Sunday before getting back on the road Sunday afternoon. Why did I drive 10 hours only to spend a few hours with her? She’s sick and this might be the last time I see her.


I was so wired from the dance that I stroked some 2nd degree burns into Frazier before collapsing in a heap of exhaustion and euphoria. http://www.adultnetsurprise.com/forums/images/smilies/new/usa.gif The drive back to Florida was great. I couldn’t have asked for a better offering from good ol Mother Nature for the weekend.


Upon returning home I couldn’t resist the urge to make one of those late night/early morning calls. It was just a few minutes til 1am and here I was after having driven 10 hours calling the early morning love of my life. I’ve mentioned her before. We work together and she’s a single mom. By virtue of being a responsible single mother she is always home and available. She answers the phone having obviously woken from her sleep. She knows why I am calling. There really isn’t much talking necessary.


*FTB*


Immediately after work Monday I head over to the ol stomping grounds. Ms. J is in attendance along with Ms. M (YAY) Ms. M is very quickly moving up the chart of first preference. I always go in on a mission. I guess most of the girls now understand this because I no longer get bothered by the occasional Mormon at your front door-like LD proposition. My fave was bartending (Ms. A) Ms. A just recently had a birthday. We celebrated in the DJ booth with P. She and I immediately make small talk while she mixes my favorite drink. If the opportunity ever presents itself (and it may if I keep hanging around P..lol) I am going to enjoy boinking Ms. A.


Ms. J greet me with a gigantic hug. We laugh and joke momentarily before it's time for her to hit the stage. She is very quick to let me know she's broke, hasn't had a good week monetarily, and hopes I plan on getting some laps tonight..lol Although that whole line of thought is not usually synonymous with our interactions the dark side in me senses the OTC money arrangement inching ever so closer. She knows it's there for the taking.


After her stage set Ms. J leads me back to the LD room where we playfully interacted with each other. I even took the opportunity to provide a little shoulder massage while letting my hands wander down to massage her small breasts. My left hand continues its downward path until it has fully cupped her pussy. The middle finger massages her clitoris through the fabric. Leaving the fabric in place accentuates the gentleman in me. I enjoyed three LDs from her. During the dances our usual high level of mutual touching has taken place. I also notice she has a very difficult time looking me in the eyes.


Every time our eyes meet she becomes embarrassed. I want to stretch her pussy beyond its limits and she knows it. She then asks me if I noticed my LDs are so much more different than the LDs she typically does. (uh yeah) They're very different. There was also some mutual kissing going on with DFK action included. She had just had her hair straightened so it provided a nice bit of cover so that our actions would only be seen as subtle encounters. She wanted to be sure I noticed her new hairdo. I complimented her on it. It did look lovely.


After the first dance she excused herself to the RR. Ms. M had just finished a dance for some dude. After seeing him off she made her way over to where I was laid out on the couch and tossed herself in my lap. We hugged and chatted momentarily. While Ms. M is in my lap Ms J comes back around the corner from the RR. "Get off of my man" she says with a smile. ::) Although she was smiling I think she meant it. Ms. M says goodbye and hurries away after telling me to look for her later if I wanted a dance or two.


After the third dance, while sitting & talking I very briefly touch on the topic of satisfaction. I know what gets her off because she told me quite some time ago. She loves it when her hair is grabbed and pulled with great strength. While we're sitting there talking and gathering ourselves I ran my hand up her back, grabbed a handful of hair at the scalp and squeezed. I had a handful of hair and her eyes rolled back in her head. "Oh God" she said. "I need a cigarette". I laughed as she composed herself and lit one up.


Two hours had passed and I needed to get some rest. I promised to call and waved at Ms. M on the way out. (I hardly ever call nowadays.. broken promises..lol I hear from her though.)


Dent in Columbia: $320 (300 to M & 20 for drinks)


Dent back home: $80 (60 for LDs & 20 for drinks)


There’s no place like home. ;)

SportsWriter2
04-20-2005, 03:39 AM
the early morning love of my life.

MW, you're the poet of booty calls. ::)

KC Joe
04-20-2005, 09:02 PM
Well, it’s been awhile since my last visit so I decided to make a stop tonight. Arrived about 30 minutes before shift change, and was hoping a certain dancer that gives a good lap dance was working. Unfortunately she wasn’t there.

Sat there tipping the stage until after the night shift arrived just to see if anyone I knew was working. Was only about 5 or 6 custys there, but I was the only one making the effort to walk up to the stage to hand any money over. Only one dancer that I recognized from previous visits was working so I decided to wait to see if I could get a dance from her. Never made it my way so I accepted a few offers from girls I’d never met before.

First girl had that librarian look about her. Nice BA, but a little bit of a gut. Got four dances from her. Tried being a nice guy and didn’t violate any of the rules, BECAUSE I’M NOT AN EXTRAS TYPE OF GUY.:P

Second girl swears she knew me from other visits, but I didn’t recall ever seeing her before. Small tits, nice nipples, BIG stomach, BIG ass. I guess I did the pity dance thing since she was trying to be so nice. Got a couple of dances from her. Still didn’t break any rules, BECAUSE I’M NOT AN EXTRAS TYPE OF GUY. Told her to go work the crowd because I was done for awhile.:P

The third girl, when I went to tip her on the stage, put on such a production when accepting the tip, I figured she’d be a lot of fun during a LD. When she got off, she came by and we went into the LD area. She had this outfit on that took half a song to get off, so the first LD was abbreviated. During the next song, she was doing all kinds of hand stands, splits, and gyrations, just out of reach; I started to wonder what the point of being back there was. By the third song, she’d worked up a sweat and I started to wonder if I’d made a mistake. She finally got close and unbuttoned my shirt and started to rub her tits up and down my chest. Then she bit my nipple! I let out a howl and asked WTF? Said she’d make it better and started sucking on my nipples. BTW, she had to have had the worst BA I’ve ever seen. Should sue the PS who botched that job. After the fourth song I decided I’d had enough. Still, didn’t violate the rules, BECAUSE I’M NOT AN EXTRAS TYPE OF GUY.:P

Went back out to main area to see if the other dancer I’d recognized from before was available. She was up on stage, so I went up and tipped her $5, and asked if she was free for a dance after she was done. Be right over she said. After her set, she goes into the DR and then comes out heading my way. Stops to talk to an Old Guy, looked 70 and about 300lbs. This guy had been in there for about an hour, not tipping or getting any dances from anyone. Waited a little bit longer and finally decided to say fuck-it and left.>:(

Would have spent a couple of hundred on her if she’d made room in her schedule for me. Guess its money better spent on that fucking boat I bought that wouldn’t start last weekend.

After whoring out with that one dancer, it just doesn’t seem that ITC is a good ROI anymore. I’ll take a couple of months off to see if my attitude changes. Either that, or I’ll just put my SC funds towards a trip to either Iowa or Austin to see my favorite SW members.

Dances $240
Drinks $15

NVJosh
04-21-2005, 03:46 PM
In that second TR, you didn't mention whether you obeyed the rules. ;)

Susan Wayward
04-21-2005, 05:25 PM
[size=3][font=Times New Roman]Then she bit my nipple! I let out a howl and asked WTF? Said she’d make it better and started sucking on my nipples. BTW, she had to have had the worst BA I’ve ever seen. Should sue the PS who botched that job. After the fourth song I decided I’d had enough.

After four freaking songs? I hope those dances were cheap, baby.

I can't get with the nipple biters. If it was something that guys requested a lot, I might understand it. But I have given thousands of lap dances and not once ever have I ever had a guy request that I bite his nipple (one guy recently asked me to pull on his ear--that's right, pull with my fingers, not kiss, nibble, or blow into--and went into an elated state when I did so).

Katrine
04-21-2005, 06:34 PM
Oh, I'm a total biter. Its just my way of exacting revenge on the patriarchy ;)