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Casual Observer
06-12-2005, 03:14 PM
Where the hell is the Escort Encounter, A-Guy?

A_Guy
06-12-2005, 04:39 PM
lol... sorry CO. I think I destroyed a few more brain cells than usual from chipping lead based paint this weekend

Here you go... again, this is copied and pasted from myspace


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PART II - The Escort Encounter

As I mentioned before, we ended our previous night/morning partying with some poolside relaxation. Trust me when I say this, when you're with a bunch of guys, you're still buzzing from the previous night's activities, and you're in Vegas, a nice cold tropical drink by the pool at 9 am seems like a good idea.

We spend about 4 hrs at the pool performing an impressive continuation of the night before. There must be something in the air in Vegas, because I sure as hell wouldn't be awake after one of those nights of drinking and debauchery... let alone drinking!

At the pool, I nearly got kicked out a few times because I was happy and hyper as can be. Hell, everyone else around the pool was having fun with me, why not the lifeguard too??? right?? lol.... she didn't seem to like my playful banter ;)

Finally, around 1 pm, we decide it may be a good idea to take a quick cat nap. I ended up using the hotel chair as a blanket. lol.... why? Well, partially because I thought it was funny at the time, and partially because I had been drinking for 16 hours straight. My god... 16 f'ing hours. seesh

After about 2 hours of sleep, naturally we're all rearing to go at it again..

much of the same:
a) drinking
b) gambling
c) drinking
d) gambling
e) gambling
f) ...... I'm not so sure.... but I think there was more drinking

You know, after drinking nothing... and I mean absolutely nothing for 6-8 weeks, I thought my tolerance would be pretty low. Funny how Vegas quickly increases that tolerance. 6-8 weeks of having absolutely not one single drop, and then going to Vegas! Ha! My friend's wife said to us something about "moderation"..... This term was rather unfamiliar to us, so we looked it up in the dictionary. Instead of giving the whole formal definition here, I’ll summarize it for ya: "boring". hehe

anywho. If you read part I, the next few hours were pretty much the same from a boring blog persepctive, so I'll gloss over those details.

around 10 pm, the main gay man... and by gay, I mean massively homosexual. Not like there is anything wrong with it! In fact, I have a few gay friends… but it sure is interesting to have a gay man with us on a bachelor party. Anyways, apparently he knew the head something or another at the Mirage Casino who could get us VIP passes to Rain, some other club, and another club.... I'm not sure which, because frankly, I didn't give a rat's ass. I wouldn't mind dancing if there was a good mix of guys and girls in the group, however this was just a big sausage fest. I don’t know why, but visiting a strip club and buying lap dances doesn’t really feel like cheating, but dancing with a random girl and a club for free does. Strange isn’t it? Probably because there is a much greater chance that you can fool around with the girl in the dance club… the girls in the strip club are all about money – i.e. the hustle factor is in high gear… especially in Vegas.

Anyways, I was not feeling the dance club, and one of our other friends was driving in from Phoenix, so we decided to stay back and wait for him to show up. He told us he would arrive around 11 pm…. Well, apparently by 11 pm he meant 1 am. Bastard.

After more drinking and gambling waiting around for his sorry ass, he does finally arrive. We meet him in the Mirage parking garage and help him unload. He was nice enough to bring a 30 pack of beer in his trunk… so naturally we have a seat on his hood, crack open a few beers and catch up on things – in the parking garage, lol. For the next 30 minutes were yelling, laughing it up and having a grand ole time on his car.. Apparently, we were pretty loud because the garage manager rolled around in his golf cart and told us we had to leave… laughing and explaining we were here for a bachelor party, we gave him a few of our beers. And rather reluctantly ;), he joined us for a few. lol

Finally, we get our buddy unloaded into our room and look at the clock. It’s 2 am… what to do, what to do? We discuss this predicament for all of 10 minutes. “we could just go to the casino and gamble” or “We should meet up with everyone else and go dancing”, or “we could walk up the strip and visit a few casinos”…. All of this was overrided with the eagerly accepted statement:

“nahhhh. Let’s just go to the Rhino instead”

it’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.

So at 2 am, we walk into familiar territory. The sights, sounds and smells are just how we remember them from less than 24 hours prior. God I love this place

Well, I’m not going into detail for this SC visit, because that was what Part I was concerned with… this one is called “the escort encounter”, so once again, moving on.

to be continued.....

A_Guy
06-12-2005, 04:39 PM
(Escort Encounter continued....)

Somehow I get separated from my two other friends while at the SC. I had spent about 30 minutes in VIP (I think… could have been 2 hours judging by my CC bill !), and when I came out, they had vanished. Oh well, I’ll just head back and meet up with them. This is where my night becomes very hazy… Somehow on my way back to the room I found myself in the elevator of Mirage’s parking garage! WTF?? I remember going up and down between the 6 floors of the garage trying to find the exit to the casino. Hahahaha… To salvage the situation, I guess I went to the top floor and took a few pictures

I don’t remember taking these… drunk pictures are always helpful to recall where you were the previous evening images/smilies/wink.gif.



http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/A_Guy/Misc/garage.jpg


Well, apparently somewhere in between taking this picture and finally finding the walkway to the casino, I encountered this absolutely gorgeous blond. Oy vey… she had on these scandously revealing clothes, a perfectly trim body, and seductive lips…. Did I say oy vey? She smelled good too…


she walked up to me and says “you look lonely”.


Me: “Who me? Well, ummmm, I’m just trying to find my hotel room.. my buddies and I just came from a strip club.”
Her: “oh yeah? I’m also a dancer at the Spearmint Rhino.”


What did she say? Did she say the Rhino???? The RHINO????????????????

Me: “no kidding… I just came from there”
Her: “those women are beautiful, but they are pretty restricted by the rules of the club, if you know what I mean?”
Me: “ummmmmm, Yeah” *gulp*
Her: “are you staying here?”
Me: “ahhhhhhhhh, Yeah” *gulp*


she leans up against me and puts her arm in mine


Her: “I can give you a much hotter lap dance in your room… none of those strict rules they have in the clubs.. Just $300. You really look like you could use some company.”
Me: “I do?” lol. “are you going to keep me company”
Her: “I really want to… my boyfriend is out of town and I’m reallllly horny”


she then rubs her hand over her chest and slowly down her tummy to her… well.. you get the picture.


Eep


Me: “ummmm….” *gulp* “well” *gulp* “I would love to help you out, but I have a girlfriend back in Cleveland”
Her: “well honey. Does that really matter? Do you know what they say about Vegas?”
Me: “hmmmmm. I don’t know”… obviously knowing what she’ll say
Her: “you know – ‘what happens in Vegas’. I won’t tell.”


More seductive rubbing.


Me: “ohhh shit…. I don’t think I can. Besides, I’m staying in a room with 12 other guys. I don’t think they would appreciate if I brought you back.. They would get really jealous”
Her: “well, you know, I do have a room here all by myself. We can get comfortable there”


ohh come on now… right when I had every potential option taken care of and she throws this on me… I’m drunk, I just came from a SC, so I’m obviously horny, and I’m all by myself with this little hottie trying to convince me to get it on with her..


Me: “…….”
Her: “I can tell you really want to”, she says as she reaches down and feels through the front of my pants.
Me: “………!!!”
Her: “Let’s just walk and talk”
Me: “okay”… I sheepishly say as a massive good vs. evil battle is going on in my head. the two sides of me are clashing in a major way and alcohol only seems to give strength to the evil side. – “come on buddy. You know you want to… no one will find out… It’ll be grrreeeaatt.”


Fuck


I swear I was trying to be good.


So, we casually walk into the hotel casino and walk over to the guest elevators.. she’s so damn seductive.. she keeps looking at me with that look in her eyes.. . you know the one I’m talking about… all the while I’m still having this war of emotions going on behind the scenes. What to do… what to do.


We get into the elevator, and the good side of me miraculously begins to win the battle.


Me: “You know, as much as I really want to do this, it probably is a bad idea. I’m sorry.”


She then pushes me to the corner and rubs up against me… oh shit… slowly, she rubs her body down mine until her knees are on the floor, eye level with, well, you know.


my god.


Her: “Are you sure honey? I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
Me: “*sigh*… I…. I…. Really….”


Just then the elevator dings and we’re at her level. She grabs me by my hand and begins to lead me out into the hallway.


And this is where the good side officially takes over – sorry boys. No happy ending.


Me: “I just can’t do this on a good conscious. You’re a gorgeous girl, and if I wasn’t in a relationship I’d be escorting you to your room. Again, I’m sorry.”
Her: “*sigh*… we would of had fun.”


She then reaches into her purse, pulls out a piece of paper and jots down her number.


Her: “If you are ever in Vegas again and change your mind, give me a call.”
Me: “Ok, I will.”


The elevator doors close, I press the button for my floor and I exhale deeply as I lean against the wall…. When I finally reached my floor I quickly discarded her number… it’s just too damn dangerous. Who knows – another night when my guard is down, I would be dialing that number quicker than I can lose $100 on the craps table.


So that’s that. In the battle of good vs. evil, good won…. Phoey. How boring. Lol



**



Well, that’s pretty much it for the first Vegas trip. The next night, everyone was soo wiped out that there was a room full of guys sleeping at 10 pm. My friend and I stayed up through the night because we had to go to the airport at 5 am… we just walked the strip, ate some food, and stayed far away from any alcohol. It was officially recovery time.


The following weekend I made another surprise visit. I'll post those later

bluexcan
06-15-2005, 08:58 PM
That was a nice Vegas story. I don't know if I would have been able to resist that. The money would have probably been the biggest obstacle for me! But good man.

I went to my local club today and had a really good time. Let me give y'all a little background. There was this girl at the club , we'll call her M, I went to the club a few weeks ago and I got a single dance from her. It was an alright dance but I was low on cash for one reason or the other so I declined any other dances. I went two weeks later and this girl remmebered me. Not my name or anything (i frankly didn't remember hers) but she said she remembered me because most of the black guys she had given dances too treated her bad. SO I got a couple of dances from her that trip and that was a good time but I was waiting for this other girl so I saved my money.

So I go there today. M immediately comes over to me, sits on my lap and talks to me like we've been friends forever. So we chat a little bit and she asks me if I want a dance. Of course I say yes. This girl is awesome she's Romanian and has a body like anita blonde. So we go to the VIP and she starts to dance she immediately goes for my dick (on top of the pants of course) She keeps telling me "you're so big etc etc" I'm sure she tells that to everyone. So shes dancing and keeps telling me how hot I am. about three dances in she starts touching my dick inside my pants. Not exactly a full on handjob but more of a tease. like "I'm going to give you a handjob but i'm not" So part way thru that same dance she asks me if I want to touch her pussy and of course I did and she was very wet. During the 4th dance she says "don't I ever get you to finish?" I'm like "no". so the dances continue and on the sixth dance she gives me a HJ over the pants and for the first time with her I finished.

It was really memorable. After the dance I bought her a drink and we sat down and talked a little. I'm definitely going to go see her again!

Moneywise
06-18-2005, 08:02 AM
LOL A Guy. That's a great story. The dark side is strong within me. I applaud the little angel sitting on your left shoulder. ;D
I’ve been going off and on but haven’t really had anything saucy to report therefore I save the carpals for the good stuff. I double dipped on Thursday and Friday. There was a stark contrast between the two. Thursday there had to have been 10 total customers when I walked in at 11pm. On Friday it was standing room only. I’ve been going and simply hanging out with P lately. P is the DJ. P and I have developed a friendship but I hesitate to completely let him in my circle of trust. No one at the stomping grounds knows where I work or what I do. All they know is that I work with computers, I always bring a roll of cash with me, I tip well, and I am always seemingly in a good mood. That’s all they need to know. When two worlds collide the fallout can be very damaging. Thus I keep it separate and it works well for me.


Thursday


On Thursday I strolled in to a club sparely populated with an overall feeling of bore throughout. I always like to liven it up when I roll. At least I try. After a couple of shared drinks with P and a few visits from other dances while hanging in the booth I tell P I will be back and find a seat out near the stage. A lovely new delight is on stage burning it up. I have an affinity for light skinned Hispanic ladies with shapely bodies. She fits the bill perfectly and was working the pole like a professional. I could tell she was head and shoulders above any of the other girls in the club. While she danced some of the other girls went to the stage to give her props. She was that good. The small crowd was at her disposal. All eyes were on her. Yet she carried a distant expression on her face throughout. Who was this girl? I wanted to know but didn’t want to look obvious. After her stage set I notice her following Ms. J around. Let’s call this new girl Ms. K.


Ms. J has a very close girlfriend who also dances. P tells mea lot of stories which only heightens my interest in some. We’ll call her Ms. C. P had told me that she was taken home by two guys and tag teamed not very long ago. He also indicates he has pictures at home of her in some very compromising positions. Let’s just say if Pepsi were to get ahold of these pics they might offer her a contract on the spot. She’s a hottie and she blends the perfect combination of “fuck me” face and raunchy moves when on stage. I’ve toyed with her in the DJ booth a few times. It wasn’t until lately that she has sorta let her guard down around me. As she strolled by I grabbed her hand and took her to the back for a couple of dances. I’m sure these girls know all about me. I’ve been frequenting the spot long enough and get enough special treatment when I hit the stomping grounds. I’ve noticed that since I branched out to experience some of the other lovely ladies I have found myself trying to convince them I am not 5-0. It happened with Ms. C a few weeks ago and it also happened with Ms. K on Friday night. We’ll get to Friday in a minute.


It usually starts with a timid LD followed by the “are you a cop” question. I usually laugh and give an emphatic no. Just to be sure they’re convinced I always refer them to Ms. J or P. They know me and know better than that.



Back to the dances with Ms. C. Now that she’s convinced I am not 5-0 the dances are downright nasty. I’ve never taken her to the VIP and probably never will. I just enjoy getting a couple of hot dances from her. She’s a tall slender Caucasian dream with bedroom eyes and a southern twang. She doesn’t have much of an ass (which is usually my weakness) but makes up for it with her “fuck me” personality. She wears what appear to be 9 inch heels. Damn. I think she has the tallest heels in the spot. P always says the taller the heel the sluttier they are. He cracks me up. Her dances are very sensual and her skin is squeezably soft. During the dances Ns. J comes back with a custy and looks over in my direction. Ms. C says something to her. “I’m mad at him” she replies. I knew that was directed at me and you know I was going to follow up on it. After a couple of dances Ms. C and I head back to the front and chill out at a table.


Lately I have been tuning Ms. J out. She now has a “BF” who does nothing but make her miserable. He is always in the club. It’s almost as though his life totally revolves around that club. She does nothing but complain about him which you know I am not trying to hear. Therefore I have been tuning her out in recent months and exploring the fun to be had with other girls. Her level of disgust with this isn’t anywhere near the epic proportions of a Ms. L but she did decide to make her disliking of it evident to me Thursday night. I knew it was just a matter of time. As she left the restroom (better know as the drug spot) she made her way over to the table I was sitting at with Ms. C. I motioned for her to sit down and we began talking.


Me: So what’s up?


J: Nothing. It just seems that you have been coming in here and spending on others but not spending anything on me.


Me: So it seems…


J: You told me the only way I could get your money was to have sex for it. I don’t know why all the guys seem to think that’s what I am about. I get tired of the pitches for sex.


Me: So I’m just like all the other guys.


J: No. I didn’t mean that. I meant you just make me feel cheap when you say that.


Me: Look. I made you an offer quite some months ago. I told you that if you ever needed some money, which you happened to have needed at the time, I would give it to you for a price. 1 hr per every 100 given. At the time you thought that was cool and I told you I would never bring it up again. If you wanted it you knew where to get it. I haven’t brought it up at all. You may not like the fact that I don’t just give my money away but I prefer to get some return on any investment I make.


J: (looking dumbfounded) You know there were many times when we were together that I wanted to just jump your bones. I know we fooled around but I didn’t go all the way for a reason. Forget about money. It has never really been about money with you.


M: (Tell me more)


J: You know I deal with a lot at home. My stepfather molested me for years and to this day I can’t even get a ride to work from him because he’ll ask for sex. My mother does nothing about it and it kills me. I haven’t had sex with you because I am scared I will push you away the same way I do everyone I end up sleeping with. I don’t want to do that to you.


Me: I’m a grown man. I’ve been around. Nothing you do will phase me. I feel for you and always remain hopeful you will get yourself out of that situation.

(Disclaimer: the next few lines might cause you to shout bullshit at the top of your lungs. It is, indeed, a load of CS)

Look, I think the world of you. You know I have always cared for you. I haven’t been purposely ignoring you. I’ve just been enjoying focusing my time elsewhere.


J: Let’s go get a couple of dances.


Me: Ok. Let’s go.


She knows that dances with me nowadays are no holds barred. I had just witnessed her get up in the middle of a LD and leave a custy with wandering hands out to dry. That was the same custy she was dancing for across the room when she told Ms C. she was mad at me. With me things were just a slight bit different. The first dance began with an immediate attempt to place her nipple in my mouth which I decided not to take. She has one of the most gorgeous asses I have ever seen. As she turns her back to me and bends it over I slide a hand up and slip my index finger below her thong. She immediately looks to be sure the coast is clear and arches her back even further to allow direct view of her ass and lips. She shaves her pussy but has some hairs around her starfish which always turns me the fuck on when I see it. There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind she takes it in the ass. Either that or she lays out and tans only the small one inch perimeter around it. While she bent over in one fail swoop I run my index and middle finger along the crest of her sweet pussy and playfully press into her starfish with my thumb. I didn’t put it in simply because I am a compassionate man and didn’t have any lube with me. (hah) I was, however, thinking about Mr. P and his “lube in tow” stories. It’s funny how in just a matter of minutes into the first of what turned out to be two dances I practically have my left hand digitally diving into her nether region while the custy from earlier was given straight hell for attempting to touch her. Haha ha. You know I love it. It’s also funny how this all takes place in the general LD area nowadays. She doesn’t even try to get me to go to the VIP anymore. She knows better. The next ten minutes is a blur but I can remember a couple of very sensual FKs, some tugging of Frazier both outside of my shorts and with an arm missing underneath them as well. She likes to do this little trick where she pulls up a chair, lies back on it and spreads eagle while pulling her thong up above her belly button making it appear as only a sliver covering her sexy parts. I reached down tonight and slipped it to the side to expose her hot little starfish and pussy to me. At first glance I could see her clitoris protruding. She was enjoying this. I then took my index & middle finger and slipped them inside quickly while massaging sweet circles around her clitoris with my thumb. I like off nights because there are no cops on duty. She was very relaxed and let me slip them in to the hilt. Although she wasn’t wet going in I hit a small running stream about halfway in. The look on her face was priceless. Afterwards she had to pee and I made my way back to the booth to say my goodbyes to P. That’s another thing she hasn’t been liking lately. I don’t say goodbye anymore. I’m no longer into waiting around for hours for her. I respect the fact that she has a job to do and enjoy what I enjoy when I want to enjoy it.


Friday night was VERY interesting. I became acquainted with Ms. K. (lord have mecry on me for coming home Friday night and attempting to rub Frazier raw)


Friday’s next.

Jenny
06-18-2005, 03:14 PM
^^^
Eew.

The only thing grosser than making out with your customers is emoting all over them. (So all those times that I said saliva was the grossest thing in a club was just a filthy, vicious lie). Unless you really enjoy dancers rubbing their icky, sticky FEELINGS all over you, (or think that you can get her vulnerable and take advantage) I would cut this one off.

Again. Gross.

FBR
06-18-2005, 03:53 PM
Damn MW, you got this shit down way too pat LOL It reminds me of a porno I saw a long time ago where the dude had 3 women bent over in front of him and he was going from one to the other to the other....LOL

I kind of miss the days when you struggled with the emotional entanglements...worrying about hurting their feelings etc.

~Raising my eyes and arms to the heavens crying out..~ Where is the kind, sensitive MW??

FBR

PS: Ok I'm just jealous and busting MW's chops ::) ;D

SportsWriter2
06-18-2005, 03:57 PM
The only thing grosser than making out with your customers is emoting all over them.
If you let them "open up to you" and listen as if you cared, they open up to you with the pink parts. But Jenny's right: the feelings are sticky icky, and you have to take a shower when you get home. :-\

Lurker_001
06-18-2005, 08:03 PM
Last time in to the club my ATF had said a few things that had me a little concerned.First,after the VIP she said "If i don't see you again,goodbye".I thought nothing of it really.She always says goodnight after VIP.Earlier in the evening we talked about the weather.It was cold and she said "I'm going home in a week or two and when or IF i come back it better be warm".
I thought about that and went in to see if i could catch her before she left the next week.She was not in.It's been a month or more now since i last saw her.Friday night i had some extra money so i went out to her club.
Thinking she went home for memorial day and would probably be back by now.I was excited to see her again.

After driving the hour or more out i pull into the lot.Her car is not there.:-\
I go in,sit at the bar and order a beer.The club is real slow.Miss J comes up and starts talking ...and talking ...and talking,lol.She's a sweet heart.She says "there's a lot of new girls here tonight".I say "looks like some girls have left".She says "yeah".We talked for a while.She got up and just walked away,lol... i guess she saw some guy and bolted straight for him.Well,there goes the only girl i know thats working tonight,bleh...

I had already started planing to either go to the other club or just go home,save my money and retire for the summer.I thought "Might as well stay around and see what happens".A while later a cute brunette comes up and sits next to me.She just started last week.We talked.She asked if i had bought any dances yet.I said no.She said "Well,i'll dance for you"."I'm really good"... She was,Soft and affectionate just like my ATF.

Later in the evening a beautiful blonde was on stage.I got a twenty out to tip her with hoping it would seal the deal.I went to tip her Thong strap.She saw the twenty and pulled away saying "Put that here" as she pulled the front of her thong out reveling her pussy.She then whispered in my ear "wait for me by the VIP room.";D

Nice girl,lots of fun.She was a bit rougher then i was used to though,lol...

Her:Adjust yourself.
Me:huh?
Her:Adjust yourself(as shes flicking her fingers over my dick in a upward motion.)
Her:It's better for me

Her show started nice.She seemed to be enjoying herself.Lots of hot moaning and hand grabbing/guiding.She said something.She said "Imagine"."Just think of how close you are".I'm "?".She says "Just think of how close you are to making me cum".Still not sure if that was good or bad,lol... It was one of the more wild shows/VIPs i've ever had.She started doing some crazy stuff.Wanting me to slap her ass,pull her hair.
She would mount with her legs at my side but up in the air.Using her arms to bounce with.I couldn't resist putting my hands under her/on her ass.I would then help her this way get a good bounce going,lol...
Another highlight was the ice.She had a drink and would take out the little cubes of ice,give them to me and ask for it to be rubbed on parts of her body.Very hot.Wet skin to play with }:D.
After five or ten songs things started to heat up.I was really getting into her and couldn't control my breathing.She sensed that and started to cool it down a bit.So it ended on mostly soft riding with a couple more big achievement attempts for herself.We were just about spent.

The brunette i was with earlier was in VIP with a customer.She ended her show just before we did so the blonde invited her over.We moved to the couch and i got my first two girl show.:)

I had fun but as i left it hit like a ton of bricks.The ATF being gone.Possibly,if not probably for good...:-[

Moneywise
06-18-2005, 09:42 PM
Well, I was going to write up Friday but it looks as though Friday and Saturday will both come in one fail swoop. I can't remember the last time I've gone to the ol stomping grounds three nights in a row. Thoughts of Ms. K are flooding my brain cells. Make it stop! MAKE IT STOPPPP! OH GOD!

I'm out the door. :P

mr_punk
06-20-2005, 12:16 AM
The dark side is strong within me.yes...yes...strong is the evidence that moneywise has been taken over by the dark side of the force.http://forums.starwars.com/share/img/emoticons/sad.gif

Therefore I have been tuning her out in recent months and exploring the fun to be had with other girls.using his evil mental powers to tune out SS and flakey conversations with strippers while checking out other pieces of asses. all while appearing to be concerned and interested in what she has to say.

Look, I think the world of you. You know I have always cared for you. I haven’t been purposely ignoring you. I’ve just been enjoying focusing my time elsewhere.using the darkside of the force to blow smoke up strippers asses in order to.....

It’s funny how in just a matter of minutes into the first of what turned out to be two dances I practically have my left hand digitally diving into her nether region while the custy from earlier was given straight hell for attempting to touch her. Haha ha. You know I love it....insert his unlubricated light saber into the kitty of a stripper.

moneywise is no more. Darth Moneywise he has become.http://forums.starwars.com/share/img/emoticons/devil.gif

so, with that in mind. i hereby promote MW from padawan to master sc monger. any objections?:devil:

FBR
06-22-2005, 05:38 PM
Hit the new club around 4PM. Actually, 3:45. Miss D asked me to come early so I could help her haul her stripper clothes trunk in the back door. I really didn't want to do it (sounded waaaay too PL/RIL) but I showed up early anyways LOL Luckily no one that I gave a shit about was looking :)

Fairly uneventful. I did get to meet a couple of new strippers who used to work at my old club. They are sisters (they don't look anything alike so Im wondering if I need to do a DNA check). None the less it was fun. They both showed me their niblets at the table (when Miss D was in the potty). There is some similarity so maybe they are related.

Side note...I've been cultivating this one waitress at the new club. I like to build up some trust and rapport because I give them my CC which can be disconcerting. Tonight, my server was extremely friendly and made me a believer in the notion that the waitresses often piss off the dancers because they compete with them. This revelation happened while Miss D was looking around the bar prospecting for a two-for-one Tsk tsk bad move LOL

All in all, a nice time. I did the math after I left and it was $380 OTD. Chump change really. Barring any personal drama I hope to see Miss D Friday at the club for an hour or two. We also have a playdate set up for Saturday at TGI's and the RR. She promised me a new brand of lotion (not that I can tell or give a shit about the difference ;D ) but I can't wait for the fun. Maximus lubricitus is a good thing :P

FBR

doc-catfish
06-22-2005, 05:58 PM
Well, I made my first trip to a Déj Vu last night, the McDonalds of the strip club industry. I kind of had low expectations of this particular establishment considering it hadn’t been getting terribly good reviews. First off, the place was clear on the other side of town where I’m staying and incredibly difficult to find, but Rand McNally helped me out and after a few wrong turns, I spotted the garish pink Déj Vu facade.

I had printed off a free admission pass from their website, so all I had to pay for was the mandatory $7 bottomless soda. The décor in this place was clean but an interior design nightmare (in other words perfect for a strip club). A circular main stage in the center, another stage in the back, blacklights, and booths where the lap dances were done lining the walls. One strange uniquity was that even the carpet was emblazoned with the Déj Vu "legs" logo. Booths where the lap dances were done lined the walls. Utterly weird. I didn't see a lot of guys doing dances (which was strange considering that this place had the best mileage possibilities in town and it was 2-for-1 night). Getting the waitress (one waitress for both the main lounge and VIP) to come over was difficult, but after about ten minutes, I finally got served probably the most watered down Sprite that I've drank in years.

Not being very enthused by the current stage rotation (nor did it seem anyone else). None of the gals were coming over to ask for dances, many sat alone in the booths across the stage from me with a bored expression on their faces (invisible fuckoes?). With only $8 spent so far, it looked early on like this was going to be a very cheap evening.
:-\

Then the DJ announced a "dirty thirty" dance (3 for $30), which on this particular night wasn't really a bargain, but I figured it would help get some of the dancers off their derrierres. Sure enough, a decently attractive blonde (better looking than any gal that I had seen thus far on stage came over and asked if I wanted a D30, and I accepted wanting to test the lap mileage. Not too bad. Gal was a bit aloof and somewhat clinical with the grindage, but it was about the same as back at the home club when management is cracking down on contact in the PD room. I gave her $40, told her to keep the change and went back to my watered down soda looking for my next entertainer of the evening.

Now you know how some newbies post upstairs in CC how they can never get a dancer's attention when they go to a club? Well I find it particularly funny how buying some dances not to mention tipping a little extra tends to solve that little problem, particularly when the guys around you are the "sit, stare, and don't tip" variety.

No sooner than five minutes after I finished with lap partner #1, than things went from no hustle to big time hustle (in a possibly related matter, dancers approaching began to get more attractive as the evening progressed). Shit, I thought that I was in Vegas again. I knew the ball was in my court, so I began handing out the "no thank yous" until I spotted someone that struck my fancy.

And that's when she came over. :eye-poppi

Have you ever gone to a club and found a dancer who you know from the onset of her approaching you that you knew that you were going to have a great time with her? Well this was one of those gals. She wasn't the most attractive gal in the club, but she had a nice voluptuous build to her, blonde hair, great legs, and just a soft, gentle, yet confident approach that you just couldn't say no to, especially at 2 for $20.

We go back to the booths. LDs here are hands off, and this seems to be strictly enforced but this was probably some of the best hands off dances that I've had in awhile. Lots of variation, frequent grinding, some enthusiasm, and even a little humility when her navel ring got caught on my shirt. After six dances, she went to freshen up and told me, she'd be over to sit down with me when she got back, (I'm very weak for a dancer who likes to tell me I'm marked territory, particularly when she's already passed the performance test with flying colors), so as I waited for her to return, I had to resume playing David Spade with the other dancers "no" "nada" "no thanks" , some of whom were just running down the row assembly line style asking "wanna2for1" and getting shot down every time.

Anyways my gal finally returned, and we sat and talked for about fifteen minutes about where she's been, what I was going to do while on vacation, and what local attractions she would recommend. Finally the DJ announced another dirty thirty and I figured what the hell. We did another five dances before she had to do her stage set. I stuck around and watched her set, which I would have to say was one of the better performances of the evening (although as much time that I spent in the booths, I have to confess that I didn't see many). With my itch for the evening sufficiently scratched, I thought that I'd better get back to the hotel. There are dancers who succeed on their looks, some on their personalities, and some on the mileage they give. It's a rare thing to find a gal who's good at all three, particularly in these parts. Good thing that I don't live here because this gal would have my PL.ass wrapped around her little finger if I did.
:dopey:

So, I had sixteen enjoyable dances and met the stripper of my dreams, all for just over $200. On a regular price night, it would ran over $300. Not too bad for a club that I really wasn't that enthused about hitting in the first place. Maybe my blonde itch just needed scratching. Thank God for that free pass.

Part of me wanted to stay, but I got more strip clubbing to budget in the next week. So tonight, I'm going to try to keep my excitement contained by going to an airdance club, albeit I hear that its a good one. Wish my tiproll luck.
:crossfing

KC Joe
06-22-2005, 08:53 PM
Make a quick stop at my local SC to see if the favorite (let's call her Bob) I was looking for last trip was working. Yes she was. It's nice when I walk into a club and the dancer you came to see spots you as soon as you walk in and leaves who ever she happens to be sitting with to come sit with you. Well I didn't want to spend much time talking, so we head back to VIP. Told me she had changed phones and wanted to give me her new # when we had finished. I've described her before. Older dancer, but her body is harder than most 20yo's. Great laps with plenty of mutual contact. She told me she is kind of a surrogate house mom for some of the younger dancers. Was having a problem with a particular new dancer who, god forbid, put her stuff in her spot in the DR. After explaining to her how things worked, the new dancer basically told her to FO. I told her about a dancer on my last visit who had propositioned me, but I wasn't interested because she really wasn't my type. Bob didn't care for that at all. Told me if I was going to meet anyone OTC, it was going to be her. (Great ego boost, but I'm sure there's a price to be negotiated). Talked about high school class reunions. Told her I had one this summer, but had decided to blow it off.
Bob: Take me. You think you high school friends would be impressed?
Me: Yea, but I'd rather not waste time spent with you at some boring small town ho-down.
I know its all bullshit, but damit, I'm paying big bucks so they better make it believable. Well she had to go on stage soon, so she told me to wait for her to get changed and she'd bring her new phone # out to me. While sitting in the main area waiting for Bob to return, the dancer who had propositioned me the last time sat down next to me.
Me: Hi, you look familiar.

Her: Yea, last time I saw you, we had a good time in VIP.

Me: You were fun.

Her: Do you want to go do some dances?

Me: No, I'm spending my money on "Bob" tonight.

Her: That old bitch. Why would you want to be with her? You could do better.

Me: I like her and don't be talking trash about her. (Bob's about the same age as me so she wasn't scoring any points).

Bob then exited the DR and started walking towards us. Well the other dancer got up and left. Bob sat down and asked why I was talking to her.

Me: She’s the dancer who propositioned me last time.

Bob: That's the dancer who I've been having problems with.

Me: She doesn't like you. She called you an old bitch and said I could do a lot better.

Bob: I'm gonna kill that cunt.

Well she gave me her new number and again made me promise to call. I left soon thereafter. Don't know if I started anything, but if it came to blows between them, I'd like to think I had something to do with getting it started.

britfreak2
06-29-2005, 03:40 PM
It's certainly great to be back in SD that's for sure. Last night I hit the club around 8pm. I haven't been there in 6 months so I don't know what to expect. That place doesn't look nor feel the same. It's amazing what a paint job and new seats could do to a place. I go in there. I go to show off my VIP pass. They told me that they no longer valid on Tuesdays now. $2 Tuesdays is the new thing. It's amazing everything behind the bar except for wine is $2. So, I paid the $10 and got in. It's kinda dead. I hit the bar first. Miss K got promoted I see. She went from dancer to shot girl to bartender in 6 mos. Big hug from her and got the whole I haven't seen you here in awhile. I told her briefly about being out to sea and what not. I ask her if Miss A was working. (considering that's her roommate) She told me no. I told her to call her up and get her ass down there because I came to see her. But, she was busy behind the bar and didn't get around to it. Oh, well. I told her to say hello and that I'm back.

So, I let her get back to work. I mostly sat around enjoying the entertainment. Lot's of fresh meat out there. I made a new buddy last night. Her name is Miss E. She's alright. Kinda of a skinny Miss H. Looks like Miss A from a distance. That's how I met her. I thought Miss K called Miss A and convinced her to come in. Nope. She was pretty cool. Young in.

I told another new girl to come back later. A Miss Season. Really nice girl. She reminded me of Miss A. Her look, same hairstyle, almost everything. I kinda made a joke asking if she had a sister working there also. She found that amusing. She told me that people mix her up with her. From me that's a compliment. She had to go up on stage.

Chilled for good hour. Then, here she comes at her usual time on the weekends. Which I heard she quit. Miss J in is in the house. Now my Miss A less night isn't so bad. It took her a few seconds to recongnize who I was. But, once it popped in. She just hopped right into my lap. She hasn't changed a bit. So, I got caught up with her. I got a few dances for her. Plus, a free welcome home one.

1 out of 3 ain't bad. Miss J told me that Miss NB got fired but she's working at on there club where most of the girls work during the week. So, here's my chance I guess to hit a different club just to say hello.

Dent: $140 Not bad, 3 Dances $45+tip for Miss J, $10 cover charge. Plus, drinks and all that.

So, I'll have to wait another 2 weeks to see Miss A. I'm on vacation now.


Ha, Ha Miss J told me that she's gonna be in Hawaii the same weekend that I'm supposed to go with the ship. So, we'll have to see what happens there.

What I do like is that they pre-count the change for a $20 all paperclipped and ready to issue. Now they don't have to dig it out

Mastridonicus
07-04-2005, 01:05 PM
Ok first post here, hopefully you'll all enjoy.

Captain's Log, stardate: Ahhhhhhhh
<Kiff> July 1st.
I knew that!

I arrived at Eden's Apple in ashtabula. The freakiest place I had ever seen. Its literally under a bridge! This place was a complete bust. Note to self: If they want to scan your I.D. into a computer don't go. My Civilian status may be forever compromised in a ring of blackmail!
Secondly, I was told by the doorman I'm not a typical customer. I learned later on this was a compliment. As it was a dive. A nice club, but lacking the Lucious ladies. Perhaps I came to early. I left to try another club.

I arrived shortly after at the Rare Cherry. Again, I was not the typical customer, however, this place had a nice appeal, read my post.

I met Lea here, I would say she and another dancer here are becoming close to ATF status. Note, I need to arrange a trip downsouth to visit the lucious anastasia!

I had a fantastic time waiting for Lea to finish a lap dance with a guy she was very upset with. I felt an immidiate connection of comfort with how she quickly unloaded how she was hoping to dance with me, and that she really liked me. Let me tell you, This girl would have felt the Zapper had I met her in a bar and I approached her! Honestly, probably not, she was intimidatingly beautiful not in her looks, which where awesome, but her ability to make you comfortable. Left me wondering, if this is an act, whats the real thing like?! While enjoying waiting again, I chatted with one of the bouncers who told me she was going to break me financially. I kinda stared at him like a deer in headlights, and nodded slowly. He was a super cool dude, but I think he just smoked some bad granola. We chatted more about work and clubs and shit and I learned he was dating one of the dancers and they have a good relationship. I was happy for him. Lea came back out and we chit chatted, soon I received an awesome 4 dances. Yes. This PL closed the bar on 3 dances. Yes I waited a while. It was totally worth it.

While dancing I put my hand on her back when I thought she was slipping to catch her. I felt so worried that I touched her, I told her that if I did ANYTHING to make her feel uncomfortable to tell me. Her reply "But I liked it" <---thats what erections are made of. So I put my hand on her back. Her back was unbelievably toned, and obviously sore. I kinda rubbed this one part of her back that was rock solid, and she arched her head back, stopped moving, bit her lip and moaned ever so little. I was AWEstruck. She looked so magnificent. It was like 'All this for 15 bucks!' She went on to tell me how I am a witch because I can rub her back so well and she needed it so bad. Then she told me not to tell any of the other patrons cause it technically breaks the rules. But they are relaxed about it. <You filthy tattletales get out now!> Regardless it was an awesome experience, She danced nose to nose with me biting her lip and just staring at me. Thats what messess are made of! I was seriously turned on by this girl. Well staff started shutting off the lights and stuff cause we where closing the bar, she started talking to me about being locked inside and stuff before she realized that that could happen, so with her sense of humor she was like 'Why don't we just SCREW OUR MINDS out up here since no one's paying attention' hahah then she looked at me and said 'Now that I said that, are you thinking it? I am? but we should probably go' But I had such a great time.

I went back to eden's apple, not much to talk about thats not in my review, but the funniest was there is the dressing room across from the bathroom, then it was separated from the dance hall by the private dance area. Then a set of steps. about 5. And a railing on one side and a wall on the other. And this big dude, I mean like 300lbs was not working there but standing there as if he was walking the girls down the steps to the dance area by being the other railing. This is rather gentlemanly and cool until you realize he's in stained sweats, pitching a tent, and girls basically don't have enough room to go between him and the other railing without rubbing against it. Vomit. No wonder their pole work was off. Too smokey tho. no AC, just a big fan.

Stardate: July 2

I went back to Rare Cherry, to see Lea, I waited a bit again, but what the hell it was worth it. I got to know her a ton more personally which I liked, but it sucked cause she wasn't counting songs and neither was I, I hope I didn't under pay her. But here is the funny for this evening.

I was Getting a dance from Lea. Prior to the Dance, I had begun to talk to and get to know Cream, she was a sweetheart and a looker. While talking during a dance with Lea about some concerts I have been to, I caught myself looking at Cream and her work <I totally felt like Showtime night time soft core porn> and she had been looking back, and this went on for a couple of glances between songs, trust me she took nothing from Lea, however Cream was starting to put her little spell on me. SO ANYWHO at somepoint maybe the second dance from this dude, as I was getting up cause Lea had to go onstage, I shot her this look while she was looking at me. Made her laugh and lose her balance. We immidiatly hit it off and started talking after the dance.

I guess the kid made her feel awkward cause he had to keep bumbing money from his friend downstairs for dances.

Oh well. Hope it wasn't TOOOOOO lengthy.

Oh hahah idiotic dj annouced one of the nice butted dancers at the end she did that ass shake thing and he goes "Look at her shake that ass, and she has sooooooo much to shake!"

I hope she kicked him square in da nutz.

Mastridonicus
07-08-2005, 06:01 PM
Seriously. 'Not a Junkie anymore.'

Can you put FBR back on the phone please?

What part of ohio are you in? I'm in Cleve all the time!

FBR
07-13-2005, 05:47 PM
They say life is a circle of events each leading and following the other.

Miss D and I have been hanging out at the new club pretty much alone for the past month or so. Today a new acolyte joined us. She is smokin' hot...and very sweet and pretty normal for a stripper. I tipped her each time she hit the stage (with Miss D's blessing although I would have done it anyways). I like this girl. She was very flirtatious and I'm wondering how long it will take before she tries to fucko Miss D ;D Oh poor me, I would hate that ;)

I feel like a flock is forming (does anyone remember the old term flockette that I coined?). In addition to the new girl (whom I will call Miss R if I can remember) another dancer from my previous club is now working there and wants to hang out too. I'm thinking before too long it will be just like old times.

The upside is its cool to see familiar faces. A few new ones, especially if they are hot, is a bonus. The downside is additional strippers at the table (especially considering the clubs stripper drink prices) cuts into the tip roll big time. I dropped 3 small today and I was only there an hour or so :O

FBR

Richard_Head
07-13-2005, 05:55 PM
I feel like a flock is forming (does anyone remember the old term flockette that I coined?).LOL, I miss those flockette stories.

FBR
07-13-2005, 06:43 PM
LOL, I miss those flockette stories.

RH, LOL

Some new stories may be brewing. This Miss R gives me hickory :P I may have to hit the club some evening when Miss D isn't working }:D (although I could be fucking with a great OTC situation)

FBR

SportsWriter2
07-13-2005, 07:27 PM
(although I could be fucking with a great OTC situation)
But hey, what if she thought you could be fucking Ms R? You might get a service upgrade at no additional cost. ;)

FBR
07-13-2005, 08:52 PM
But hey, what if she thought you could be fucking Ms R? You might get a service upgrade at no additional cost. ;)

Thats a thought SW but dammit Miss D knows that Miss R is married and apparently happy . She preemptied my ass with a surgical strike LOL But OTOH considering the flirtations and the fact that Miss R's hubby has a chump change job there are still possibilites ;) I love it that strippers are so pragmatic ;D

Reports to follow as they happen :)

FBR

Chili Palmer
07-14-2005, 10:17 AM
Why ask why? (reposted from Z-Bone)

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A bit disappointed in today's shift. Many of my faves (Destiny, Kori, Avery) were no shows. At least Sasha was looking at her top form. Really, whether she is facing you or going reverse cowgirl, there simply is no bad angle to this gal. She is by no means a high mileage dancer, even compared to ITA standards, but I never ever get tired of her VIPs. She could just stand there and show me her http://www.zbone.com/images/ass.gif for five songs (like Kathleen Turner in "The Man With Two Brains") and I'd feel I got my http://www.zbone.com/images/dollar.gif's worth.

Lapped Shelley for the first time, as well as Betty. Both were good not great, and both need to find a groove and stick with it, as opposed to moving around and shifting positions more often than a middle linebacker trying to outguess Mike Vick. I was a bit perturbed at Betty's tip methodology: she asked me if she wanted me to have her get the VIP ticket, so I handed her $60 and waited at my chair instead of walking with her. When she returned, she didn't give me my change. At the end of the VIP, she still didn't refer to the $10 bucks, which would have been her tip anyway, but by taking it instead of hoping for one, she'll probably not get another dance set out of me.

But Summer was the real irritant. She came up and asked if I was busy, to which I replied no. Now, that's a good opening line, which I don't mind, but when she asked me for a VIP and I turned her down, she wouldn't take no for an answer and actually wanted to know why. To any dancer reading this, never ask a guy in a club why. Now I am too polite to say this (except one time at Fritz's when a dancer literally asked me 6 times in 30 minutes), but do you really want to hear, "Because your ass is too flat, I love fake boobs but yours are terrible, I hate peroxide blondes on women who have no tans and your stage performance is so slow to call it glacial would be an insult to glaciers?" Do you really want to hear that? Now, don't get yer thongs in a bunch and start complaining about awful custys. We all know. Hell, one dancer came up to me today and told me the guy two tables down smelled like dog food breath. We shared a laugh. All I am saying is, just move on, don't harsh my mellow. There's always more fish in the sea, and that works on both the supply and the demand side.

CP http://www.zbone.com/images/hotpep.gif

mr_punk
07-14-2005, 06:21 PM
I was a bit perturbed at Betty's tip methodology: she asked me if she wanted me to have her get the VIP ticket, so I handed her $60 and waited at my chair instead of walking with her. When she returned, she didn't give me my change. At the end of the VIP, she still didn't refer to the $10 bucks, which would have been her tip anyway, but by taking it instead of hoping for one, she'll probably not get another dance set out of me.i don't blame you. i've done the same thing myself. all she had to do was ask the simple question, "do you want any change?" and it's hers. now, she ruined any possible future business over $10. talk about short-sighted.

All I am saying is, just move on, don't harsh my mellow. There's always more fish in the sea, and that works on both the supply and the demand side.absolutely.

SportsWriter2
07-15-2005, 06:10 PM
So sum it up. To experience this feeling one must find a small round behind and a woman who has not had a lot of stretching.

Derek, this is your wingman. ::)

yoda57us
07-16-2005, 05:28 AM
This BS belongs in trip reports.



Agreed - Da Mods

mr_punk
07-16-2005, 07:21 AM
I sat down and my eyes adjusted to the lights and I saw 15 or 18 young women on stage between the ages of 18 and 22. They were all attired the same with tank tops and short white pleated skirts that came just above their buttocks so in half of the gluteus maximus was visible.why do i get the sneaking suspicion this isn't a sc, but one of those bars/whorehouse in whoremonger heaven aka Thailand.

I sat down and my eyes adjusted to the lights and I saw 15 or 18 young women on stage between the ages of 18 and 22.i certainly hope so.

Richard_Head
07-16-2005, 09:17 AM
i certainly hope so.Hope that they are actually young women? or that they are between 18-22?

SportsWriter2
07-16-2005, 06:39 PM
Hope that they are actually young women? or that they are between 18-22?

I think this was a Thai wet dream, and he has some anxieties about how old the "dancers" really were. ::)

KC Joe
07-27-2005, 04:12 PM
Is business really bad in the summer for most clubs? Ive only been going to Kansas clubs, because the Missouri clubs are just not that much fun for me. The Kansas clubs seem to be getting more and more dancers working than Ive ever seen before. It might have something to do with Missouris strip club laws changing in the near future. I just wonder if the slow time during the summer or an influx of dancers is making it harder and harder for the ladies to make any money.

What got me to thinking was the fact that in the last week, Ive heard from three different dancers who had my number from months ago. One I hadnt talked to in over a year. Used to call all the time, but I ignored her calls until she finally quit. Answered the phone last Saturday and it was her. She begged me to come see her at her club. Talked of how much she missed me and really wanted to re-establish the rapport we had before. Told me about a couple of guys she had been dating and how it didnt work out. I of course lied and said Id make an effort to come by this week and catch up.

Sunday night I received a call from a dancer who Id had a few OTC HG encounters with, but stopped when I found out she was married. Well she said was separated and wanted to come to KC to get together again. For a fee Im assuming. Its a long ass drive from where she lives. Told her I had to check my schedule, and would get back with her. Shes called a couple more times, but Ive ignored them.

This week Ive been getting text messages from a dancer who Ive seen a few times at her club. I made the mistake of calling her to see when she was working and forgot to hide my phone number. Well she keeps sending me messages asking when I can come in to see her. Same line of BS about missing me and how we really connect. Wants to meet for dinner some afternoon before her shift.

I have to guess that times must be tough or the competition is getting cut-throat for this amount of marketing to be going on. I know its not my personality or looks that have them interested. Is everyone else getting hit up this hard?

SportsWriter2
07-27-2005, 05:21 PM
I have to guess that times must be tough or the competition is getting cut-throat for this amount of marketing to be going on. I know its not my personality or looks that have them interested. Is everyone else getting hit up this hard?

Definitely more calls, more stress in their voices, and more willingness to play. We should have a thread for dancer calls. I had a Root Canal call me last week (I name them by their problem). Forty seconds about the pain, how much she needed money, the f*ckin dentist, etc. The last lines was, "I'd really love to see you again. I love you so much."

When they say "you," my brain hears "your money." :)

FBR
07-27-2005, 05:31 PM
When they say "you," my brain hears "your money." :)

That is so true, Sporty. But as long as we know where they are coming from, no harm no foul I guess ;D

FBR

KC Joe
08-04-2005, 07:20 PM
Doesnt seem like anyone wants to share their trip experiences lately. So Ill have to bore you with one of mine.

Was in the neighborhood of my favorite joint tonight (25 miles close enough?), and decided to drop in. A dancer whod been calling me and sending me text messages was working tonight. Soon as I got there she spots me and comes over to sit on by lap.

Im so happy you came in, Ive really missed you.

Ive missed that fabulous ass of yours.

See the started telling me about her day and how shitty its been. I listened for about 5 minutes of this before I told her I needed to get a lap dance or Id have to leave. We head off to VIP and got in about 4 songs before she had to go up on stage. Told me to stay where I was and shed be right back. The VIP has a one-way window that looks over the stage. She did two sets and on the second she got completely nude. When she came back in, I bitched about how shed showed her cookie for a $1 tip, but not for the hundreds Ive tipped her. Just wait until VIP clears out. After a few more laps, we were the only ones except for some little guy who sat in the corner all by himself. He was out of sight anyway and it was then that she straddled me and pulled her bottoms to the side. I started playing with her and she started pretending it was really getting her off. I had two fingers in her and asked if she wanted a third when someone else came in and we had to stop.

During the course of the night she told how she was having problems with her 17yo daughter. I told her Thats why I have a dog. If he gives me too much shit, I can take him out and shoot him. Guess Id have to buy a gun first, but what the hell.

She asked when she could come to Kansas City so we could have lunch. I told her anytime, but if I met her OTC for lunch, Id be dining at the Y. I have to credit Mr. Punk for learning to be direct. She told me she could think of other things she could do just as good. Told her she was a good tease and to keep up the bullshit. That seemed to hurt her feelings. Said she really liked me and hoped I felt the same way.

Youre nice, she said.

No she didnt, but I had to throw that in for Genwars benefit.

Said she was going to be working this weekend and asked if I could skip a weekend at the lake to come see her again.

No, Im not giving up my fun at the lake to spend time and money in a strip club.

I could go with you sometime. I love riding Seadoos.

Only if you ride them naked. But really, I dont think I want to spend the money for a whole weekend with you.

I wouldnt expect you to pay me. We could be friends.

Friends I got, what I need is a fuck buddy.

Why do you have to be so crude?

Just being honest, I know most of what you say to me is just a tease to try and get me in the club to spend money on you. I like it or I wouldnt be here. But dont get all hurt when I fail to believe what you say is the Gods honest truth.

With that I told her I needed to head home. She thanked me for getting her off to a good start for the night. I guess the money hasnt been too good as of late. She had also pointed out a dancer who had a customer buy her a 2005 car recently. Told her not to expect that from me, I wasnt that generous.



Drinks $5 Dances $350

Moneywise
08-18-2005, 01:46 AM
I've been away from this site for quite some time. Let me summarize...

My little town was directly hit by Hurricane Dennis. If you know where the eye pased then you now know where I live. ::)

I have also been frequenting the clubs while mainly staying close to my old stomping grounds. I don't have many TRs to write as of late because I haven't been getting any lapdances (in the traditional sense). I've been going in on nights when P is DJing and enjoying the special treatment I get simply based upon past money spent, reputation, and my association with P.

I have no desire to get a lapdance because it gets about as raw as you can imagine in the DJ booth.(use your imagination...worse than that) For example, just last Friday a 19 year old girl let me fully examine her pussy and let me slide three fingers in just because P told her I was a director visiting from SoCal. Sher wants to get into porn and had no qualms about letting me explore to the fullest. You know I played it up too..lol :D

Quick update: My first ATF Ms. L whom, if you've been reading my TRs from way back when, you know all about her. Well, she had baby # 3 and has returned after a long hiatus. She is now bartending (amazing). The promotionasl cycle in a Sc goes a little something like this. Dancer>Waittress>Bartender>Manager. Ms. L was able to skip waittressing because, quite plainly, she kisses good ass. The lady that co-runs the spot likes her.

I have been working on My favorite hot tamale Ms J for the past few months. Remember when I made her that offer long ago. (100 per hr of QT) I left it alone and haven't mentioned it in months. She's recently decided that it's something she wants to pursue which was music to my ears. (FBR you're going to LOVE the "rest of the story")

This all culmonated tonight with a good two hours of some of the most amazing sex I have had in awhile. My 2nd ever addition to the Holy Grail thread will take place when I can keep my eyes open long enough to type it later today. For now I will leave you with a teaser.

J: (afterwards) So am I the only girl at (insert club name here) you've had sex with?

MW: Of course (she actually is. The 19 yr old Ms. J was at the other club). ;)

J: I thought you and Ms. L would have hooked up.

MW: Nope. I've very picky. I'll stop short of using a rating system but let's just say you tickle my fancy in a way she never did.

J: (smiles as she lies there on the bed looking at the ceiling)

More later... }:D

Katrine
08-18-2005, 02:11 AM
I love you MW. You boys don't know him like I do. He is the consumate gentleman. Even still, his rapier like wit brings him to the present situation. MW, doll, if I were in your shoes, I'd have taken it all...........still regretting not taking you...this boy is fucking hot, fantasy hot....come to texas soon will ya???? I will be hitting velvet;s club in FL one of these days..hint, hint....

SportsWriter2
08-18-2005, 08:06 AM
I have no desire to get a lapdance because it gets about as raw as you can imagine in the DJ booth.(use your imagination...worse than that) For example, just last Friday a 19 year old girl let me fully examine her pussy and let me slide three fingers in just because P told her I was a director visiting from SoCal. :D
You dawg. The best freebie I ever got was two fingers and "don't twist them, okay?"


MW, doll, if I were in your shoes, I'd have taken it all...........still regretting not taking you...this boy is fucking hot, fantasy hot....come to texas soon will ya????
MW, dude, you should be booking on southwest.com right now!

SeppeSai
08-18-2005, 04:39 PM
MW puts the dawg in dawg. Fucking funny!

FBR
08-18-2005, 07:51 PM
MW puts the dawg in dawg. Fucking funny!

Up until this moment I didnt realize that MW is a god dwelling amongst mortals :worship:

I thinks its cool as shit ;D

SportsWriter2
08-18-2005, 07:52 PM
Sometimes the best things happen in unexpected places. The descriptions here have been altered just enough to protect the guilty.

She's five-three and 102 pounds, with curly dirty blonde hair. She clerks the club gift shop, and I like her. We'll call her Miss B for her boob size.

The gift shop is off to the side, away from traffic, with more light than the main floor and a lot less noise. You can buy dancer outfits, jewelry, candy, toiletries, tee shirts, whatever sells on impulse or replaces a housemom. I walk into the shop and no one's there.

I step out and she's walking over with an impish smile. Light blue jeans, white platform sneakers, multi-colored long tee shirt. She does the jump-up hug high and tight. I let her slide down for a GF kiss. :)

We walk into our own little world and close the door. More hugs, kisses, and I'm squeezing her boobs leisurely through the tee. No bra, no inhibitions. She lifts her tee and says, "Suck them in." No problem. Perfect fit and that's the reason I keep coming back.

Two minutes later her tee is off. She's arching her back and looking at the wall rack for something to try on. "Trying things on" is an excuse to get undressed and get into it. The bouncers never go near the gift shop.

Me: "You topless in jeans is the ultimate turn-on."

B (smiling): "You're CRAZY." She grabs my boy Mark hard and starts shaking him. "Mark, you're such a FREAK. You're hard before I even TOUCH you." She talks to Mark a lot. FREAK is a good word in Renaissance City.

She tries on a bustier but doesn't have the attention span to connect a dozen hooks and eyes, so it goes into the $5 box on the floor by the cash register for the time being. She's stoned on weed... as usual.

We always get into it, but she never cums. I like that in a strange way. It's so much better than the ones who just fall off the table in two minutes. She's willing to perspire and glisten.

Me holding her boobs: "They feel bigger today. I should measure you."

B: "Yeah ha, I'm getting my period in two days [I know that, I keep track.] You gotta tape? Measure me now." It's all about now with her.

I take a tailor's tape out of my blazer pocket. That makes me an insider. Chest not quite 32. Boobs not quite 34. A classic B with a two-inch difference between the chest and boob circumference.

Waist 24. She unbuttons her jeans and drops them to her knees. No briefs, no nothing. Hips not quite 34.

B: "I shaved it all for you." I run my fingers over her bald cookie, giving her left lip a playful tug. She asks me to pull the other one, too. I always respect bilateral symmetry.

Me: "You're smooth." She smiles at my approval, pulls up her jeans without zipping or buttoning, then straddles me to hump/hug.

She's goofy stoned and wild at the same time, a nowhere girl who can make nowhere a fun place for a couple of hours. I pull her hair and call her a ho in Spanish. She loves hearing Spanish, but "not in the high voices those boys have." I tell her another Spanish word, for faggot, and what it means in the boxing world since the time Benny "Kid" Paret called Emile Griffith that word and Emile punched him dead in the ring. She's been a ring card girl and heard the thuds, so the story sends chills down her spine.

The little bell dings as the door opens. Dancers come in every once in a while to chill out and try on outfits. Miss D actually buys stuff on occasion.

B: "Yo girl, wassup?"

D: "What's new in here?"

Miss B takes down a two-piece shiny blue hotpants outfit. D wants to try a bra first. She's a 32D with implants, but she wears a 34C. I take the tape measure to her out of curiosity. She's stripped down to her G and cool with it. I've gotten dances from her and she likes being edgy.

33.5 around her hips with a 24.5 waist and 34.5 boobs, but only a 28.5 around her chest right under the boobs. A difference of six inches, and four is a full D. This is why Victoria's Secret tells you to add 5 inches to the chest size for your band size, but that would never work for Miss A. There are two worlds of measurment: Sears for natural, VS for implants.

I squeeze Miss D's right boob and hook my fingertips behind the outside edge of the saline bag. I put Miss B's hand there to feel the edge. She says, "Yo girl, that's NASTY."

Me: "Nooo, it feels good. That's how I hold her when she straddles and leans back." Miss D laughs and hugs me, then decides it's time to try on the hotpants outfit. She dances in front of the mirror for a minute and declares it the wrong color for her.

One minute later Miss D is out of there. Dancers keep walking in and out every ten minutes or so. One buys a G. Another wants to smoke weed. Miss B tells her it's not a weed room, but the dancers replies, "You know it is for YOU."

Miss B needs to pee. I go to the main floor and become hustler bait. Within a minute someone grabs me from behind. I hate that most of the time, but not with this Brazilian girl. Just then I see Miss E on stage for the first time in six months. Her formerly dirty blonde hair is dark brown but curlier than ever, so I excuse myself and walk to the stage.

Miss E had her cell phone shut off and lost my number ("but I know it had fives and sixes in it"). Sweet, yes, two of each. I had another freak remember five digits right away and the last two digits in her sleep three months later. I have every dancer I know in my play phone two or three times. This new number goes in as EWc2.

Miss B returns. She's tired and just wants to hug/kiss for 20 minutes before I have to leave. She talks slowly about how life would be if someone really liked her for more than a fuck, if she was smart enough to go to school, if her parents had never gotten divorced, if she had known me in ninth grade [would have been sex at 14, I guess]. I reach in to squeeze boobs and change the convo to something happier than "my fuckin wasted life."

Eventually it's time to go. I stick $80 in her jeans and thank her for being her. It's big money for a gift shop clerk, maybe more than half the dancers will clear on this slow afternoon. One last jump-up hug/kiss and I'm gone. Those hours stay with me for the rest of the day in a sad kind of way. :-\

Katrine
08-19-2005, 01:44 AM
Kudos for the tape measure. Its appropriately twisted. I give it the Sporty stamp off ass-proval. }:D

Moneywise
08-21-2005, 06:39 PM
P called and left a vm on my cell Friday night (actually 3:30am Saturday morning. He said he had a question to ask me while laughing. I didnt return his call until Saturday afternoon. I called and left a vm letting him know I would be stopping by and said he had better be ready to drink. Although I had a feeling, I wouldnt know what he wanted to know until Saturday night.


Im greeted at the door by one of my favorite waitresses and the manager. Although the attendance is slim for a Saturday night Ms. J is working so all will be good. I stopped by the bar and flirted with Ms. L for a few minutes. She still has a great smile. She made my regular drink and a drink I had ordered for P. My drink tasted as though she had filled the glass w/ my favorite Vodka and topped it off with a dropper of soda. It was then that I knew I would be drinking more than my regular allotment of drinks tonight. Later that night I would buy her a drink for her to enjoy behind the bar.


As I ventured into the booth P was in an excellent mood. He could barely look at me and kept saying I gotta ask a question. I hope I am not crossing any lines but.. Im like just ask already. He went on to say Ms. J had approached him after closing Friday night and told him a few things. She told him everything I did was better than she ever had it with (insert worthless BFs name here). 8) She also told him about what I said when I had a firm grip on her hair while wildly fucking her from behind as she lay on her side with one leg bent.


Does (insert worthless BFs name here) know you like it like this?


Why did I ask that question? I guess simply because I wanted to toy with her mind a bit. Apparently I made her cry. She told him I made her cry when I asked that. Yet he said she kept dwelling on how good it was. (insert worthless BFs name here) has never done it that good she told him.


I told P she had asked me to keep it all a secret yet she openly spoke with him about it to which he replied well, I think because she had spoken with me about it before she felt comfortable coming back to me.


The drinks begin to flow and for some strange reason P is trying to get me loaded. Hes buying all of the drinks tonight. He just would not take no for an answer. At least he was matching me drink for drink. I actually left there at 3am, drove 30 minutes, slept in my truck in a Wal-Mart parking lot for 4 hours, and them made my way home by around 7:30am.


P was trying to get me to go back to his spot because some waitress needed a place to stay and he said she could crash at his place. This same waitress has been trying to get me to take it but shes just not my type. Shes fun to play around with at the club but sex would just be taking it a bit too far.


After about an hour I had already had three doubles of my normal drink. I was feeling right. I was right at that point where the buzz was good but I was still fully functional. Another dancer (Ill call her Ms P) makes her way into the booth to select her music. I always tuck a few ones into her ensemble while she occupies herself in the corner. She likes that. Tonight I was feeling like taking it further. Let me first say this dancers is a mocha skinned sista with a perfect body. I mean perfect. Shes a tad bow legged which really gets me going. Shes only just recently turned 20 and is just an incredible sight to see. When she walks into a room the conversation usually stops for a minute or two..lol :O


When she went to the stage I went ahead and took a spot at the crowded stage. After she danced for me I slipped ten ones in her garter and told her to come see me afterwards. I got a couple of LDs from her which included a little mutual touching but nothing out of the ordinary. I like to start off slowly with dancers I have never experienced before.


During one of my trips to the bar I lock eyes with Ms. J and her worthless BF just for a quick second. I then proceeded to the bar to pick up the next round of drinks that P had purchased.


Later that night Ms. J ventured into the booth to argue with P about her music selection. (playful arguing) She then gives me a gigantic hug and whispers in my ear that she was glad to see me. I told her I was equally glad to see her too. Meanwhile P is standing behind her looking at me with this cheesy grin on his face. Hes no angel by any means but hes a good guy.


Later on I find her lying spread eagle in one of the side stages. I walk up to her and let her dance for me. This feels so weird now she says as she lies there looking incredible in a flexible mish position. I slip a twenty in her garter. She then says could you buy me a drink. I reply I just purchased a drink for you while motioning at the twenty. She didnt initially know I tucked a twenty in there. She sees it and returns this incredible smile.


I normally dont stay until closing but P and I were having so much fun tonight with a couple of other fellas that time flew right on by. At 3am P and I are both feeling pretty good. He has some girl going to his house with him and also has the waitress going as well because she needs a place to stay. He tries to get me to stop by but I know that the only place I need to be heading is straight home.

As I am walking out I spot Ms. J at the bar tipping out. Shes a bit upset because there had been some drama earlier in the night in the DR. One of the girls got arrested tonight for dancing too close to a customer last week. This girl happened to be someone N\Ms. J associates with and the girl was bugging Ms. J to help get her out of jail. I simply told her to relax and stop fussing. I secretly slipped another twenty into her hand and told her to have a good night. She asked me to call her which I hardly ever do.


When I am ready to setup another play date I will call her. All in all it was a fun night.


Dent: $50 to Ms. P, $40 to Ms. J, and various tips to the bar.

SportsWriter2
08-22-2005, 04:14 AM
He went on to say Ms. J had approached him after closing Friday night and told him a few things. She told him everything I did was better than she ever had it with (insert worthless BFs name here). 8) She also told him about what I said when I had a firm grip on her hair while wildly fucking her from behind as she lay on her side with one leg bent.


Does (insert worthless BFs name here) know you like it like this?


Why did I ask that question? I guess simply because I wanted to toy with her mind a bit. Apparently I made her cry. She told him I made her cry when I asked that. Yet he said she kept dwelling on how good it was. (insert worthless BFs name here) has never done it that good she told him.

I can see you hosting a reality show called Ultimate Mindfucking. :O

You've provided a lot of insight on how wonderfully symbiotic good mindfucking can be.

Jenny
08-22-2005, 06:59 AM
I can see you hosting a reality show called Ultimate Mindfucking. :O

You've provided a lot of insight on how wonderfully symbiotic good mindfucking can be.
Okay, we're sure that this girl who is crying over how Moneywise asked her a weird and inappropriate question, who answered the way she did, whose boyfriend hangs out at the club in which she is letting guys be pretty intimate with her, and where she is leaving to fuck the customers for money (albeit a little), and then talks about how much better her john was than the boyfriend WHO HANGS OUT AT THE CLUB has been well and truly "mindfucked" and that she's not just a young girl creating a drama? Seriously - right now, you guys seem so naive to me. Don't any of you have children?

SportsWriter2
08-22-2005, 07:35 AM
Okay, we're sure that this girl who is crying... has been well and truly "mindfucked" and that she's not just a young girl creating a drama? Seriously - right now, you guys seem so naive to me. Don't any of you have children?

Huh? Mindfucking generates incredible drama. It's the engine of classic psychological thrillers. Seriously - right now you seem so caffeined up to me. :O

Moneywise
08-22-2005, 07:16 PM
Huh? Mindfucking generates incredible drama. It's the engine of classic psychological thrillers. Seriously - right now you seem so caffeined up to me. :O

Amen. I spoke to her today btw. Should I report that or will it ruffle even more feathers? ::)

SportsWriter2
08-22-2005, 07:27 PM
Amen. I spoke to her today btw. Should I report that or will it ruffle even more feathers? ::)

Understanding the social psychology of this encounter is important. Inquiring minds want to know. ;)

Moneywise
08-22-2005, 09:05 PM
(PR from earlier today)

MW: How ya doing?

J: Good. I'm lying here watching (some cartoon name) w/ my son.

MW: Oh. Who's enjoying it more?

J: (laughs) Me of course.

MW: So can you answer some yes or no questions?

J: Yeah.

MW: I know P knows and understand that's because he sorta knew beforehand. You told me we were going to keep our play date a secret. Have you told anyone else?

J: No

{I know her well enough to sense whether or not she's skirting the truth. She wasn't.}

MW: Not even your BF?

J: I haven't told him anything. All he knows is we went out. No details.

MW: Alright because if either of us wants it to happen again it's important it be kept a secret. I'm not into the drama that follows if it's not kept secret.

J: I meant what I said about keeping it secret.

MW: Ok. I'll call you tomorrow.

J: Alright. I'll talk to you then.

MW: Have a good evening.

So I believe all is clear. The only way to find out is to pursue playdate #2 in the near future. Don't grab the popcorn quite yet. :P

Jenny
08-23-2005, 08:30 AM
Huh? Mindfucking generates incredible drama. It's the engine of classic psychological thrillers. Seriously - right now you seem so caffeined up to me. :O

I think I was contending that the Drama is the goal, not the byproduct of the exercise. Girls that age, especially dancers, don't feel really alive unless there is some huge drama all around them. It's extremely typical. Much more typical than girls building up all this ambiance to further sexually gratify themselves as they turn tricks. Someone asked earlier if I wore blinders in my club - and I did have to concede the possibility that I was, in fact, wearing metaphorical blinders. Metaphorical - not real ones. Because that would have an extremely specialized customer base. I think you guys are pretty much wearing blinders in your lives.

Chili Palmer
08-25-2005, 07:16 PM
Let me take you to Mongertown...

Friday and I took the day off, my first workday off since March (CP is a good and dependable little worker bee in real life).

First stop: my fave club behind the Orange Curtain. Trip reports have placed a couple of dancers I haven't seen in months there on Fridays, so I am hoping to renew acquaintances (and light some OTC fires, truth be told). As this TR is gonna have some detailed fluid exchange, I'll not use real names in today's briefing, so JZ and FBR can breathe easier.

It's a slow day at the club, especially for a Friday. Maybe 6-10 PLs scattered along the walls, a few straggling up to the tiprail to drop their dollars at the feet of their faves and then scampering back to the safe haven of the couches. I spy a young, light-skinned AA dancer heading my way. Looks good, but only B's, so she may be disqualified from consideration. Not so fast, CP. She's got some game and I'm a little bored, so when she offers me a 2-for-1 (her own special, not the club's), I agree. When she adjusted where she was sitting by landing her perfect little ass right on my unit certainly didn't hurt, either. The next song starts, and she is giving a real good grind, even placing my hands right on her pert little chest. Nice. A floater comes by to harsh my mellow. "Keep yer hands by your sides." She rolls her eyes and continues to perform through the two songs. When it's over, I decide to take her on the VIP room offer. Sadly, I kept thinking she was holding back. She'd peel back her panties and place her shaved beautiful kitty right by my face, but wouldn't let me come in and play. She'd do some stickshifting, but then move on right as things got interesting. I guess if you lived in Kansas and got this lap, you'd be thrilled, but this ain't no flyover state and I enjoyed the lap, but am not sure if I'll try her again.

A curvy Latina with natural DDs and a penchant for letting them out to play was next. If she could speak anything but broken English we'd prolly already be knockin' boots OTC, but instead I settle for some playtime as her cuddlebitch for 20 minutes at a pop. She's just abit on the zaftig side, but that's just more of her to help hide the sins we are conspiring to commit.

As I walked into the VIP, the gal onstage waves at me. She's a fave and good friend of a gal I am OTCing right now. She's planning on leaving dancing shortly and gave me her phone number to "keep in touch." I really want to lap her, so I am hoping our schedules can match up (not as easy as it sounds once the VIP revolving door starts to spin). Sure enough, when I come out, she's already in with some halfpint PL who must be 6 inches shorter than her (even sans heels). Sadly, we never hook up, as Deep Roy apparently has more $$$ than I gave him credit for. Fucker. I leave, and call my gal and leave a message on her cell, telling her I had to bail for northern pastures.

Club #2 is my main stomping grounds. Nine dancers on shift, I am told, but apparently no one told the doorman two dancers split so there's just seven now. One of the seven is a ROB who hasn't even spoken to me in five years, after I outed her on Z-Bone, so that makes six. Another is a super curvy gal who used to be in my top seven, but her last two lap sequences have been borderline mediocre (clampdown on the feeding, minimal NASCAR action and other crimes against PLamity). I pass, so now I am down to five.

Up comes a dancer I havent seen in the club before. Shes a very tall brunette (good) with smallish breasts (not so much). However, the combination of boredom, horniness, an unusually fat wallet and the DJ calling out unlimited nude 2-for-1 specials piques my interest enough to give her a test drive. As well be all alone in the nude room, I should be able to experience her max mileage with a minimal $$$ risk. As the next song starts, she immediately gives me access to the twins and then unleashes the boys to come out and play. Her technique is adequate but uninspiring, and I stop her after two sets.

Four down, three to go. A Japanese dancer approaches. She has chatted me up before, but as she is generally not my type (a little thick in the middle and B-cups), I havent lapped her until now. We stroll over to the topless section, with the waitress in hot pursuit. After my 450th consecutive No this year to the question, Buy the lady a drink? Cal Ripken appears from nowhere to hand me an Iron Man award as the Perseverance PL of the Year. I am pleased to accept this on behalf of harassed overcharged PLs everywhere.

Back to the lapping action, as the top comes down, my little Asian gal has torpedo shaped breasts, and a delightful willingness to share them. She switches from one to the other, seemingly enjoying herself as well. Some excellent gameboy work ensues, and she positions herself for some access down south. As I gently stroke her bikini bottom, she presses back against my hand, so I take that as my cue for some exploratory work, which is immediately rewarded by more feeding and an increase in her tempo. Two songs pass, and we decide to upgrade to nude. Gameboy action immediately improves to uncovered NASCAR, and we begin a mutual stroke fest. One, two, then three fingers, and shes is grinding harder and harder, and breathing heavier while emitting some tiny moans. I urge her to come with me, and she finally releases, taking me over the top with her. Lots of fun. She thanks me, tells me her schedule and hopes for a quick return visit. I, of course, now do the Walk of Shame to the restroom to clean up.

Its still daylight and I havent made to my new club, so I head out to a nearby Dennys for a brief refractory and reloading period. Taking my time, I chow down on their Strip SteaknEggs breakfast, read the LA Times, and take the opportunity to brush my teeth and mouthwash again. Properly rejuvenated, I hit my main destination about an hour before shift change. Hand the doorman a VIP pass (they hand em out like candy at this club, g-d bless em), find my seat and scan the room for targets.

Fewer gals than I would expect for a Friday, but more than at the previous club. First target: an older, D-cupped Latina. Off to the VIP rooms; she offers a menu, I counter. She accepts the counteroffer, unzips her dress and then my pants. Reaches into her ho bag and pulls not one but TWO (!) condoms for extra safety. Ugh. She does perform a nice CBJ, but when one is double-bagged, one is not going to get much feeling in the act. We knock it out for the last two songs and I decloak and then head back to my seat.

OMG! Imagine Pamela Anderson meets BALCO. I am in absolute lust. She rumbles over to my seat, and we got to the topless area first. She takes her massive funbags out and they are all mine, MINE I tell you! I am just in heaven going from one to the other, and she is keeping busy as well. Remarkably, she never once mentions VIP, and after three songs it is me asking her to go. Inside, she immediately gets down to business with a stellar (if slightly toothy) oral examination. Thanks to my Asian gal earlier, no release despite her yeomans efforts to the contrary. After three songs, I ask her schedule, vowing to return. This is the reason I go to SCs. Mmmmmm.

Its now shift change, and the club vibe just dies. Maybe two dancers go onstage over the next 45 minutes. Thankfully, as the night crew rolls in, even in their civvies I can spot a few keepers. One of them is a long time fave, and she is thrilled when she walks out of the dressing room and sees me waiting for her. Have you been a naughty boy already? Yep, but I still have plenty left for you. Lets go find out. For years, I have complimented her as having the softest hands in the biz, as well as All-Star technique. A definite first ballot Hall of Famer, she preps me and I reciprocate, finally slipping a cover on. Shes rocking in cowgirl and RCG, and finally finish in a sidesaddle, both of us exhausted and happy. Whew. Kisses, cleanup, another Walk of Shame and my night is done. All in a days work.

CP

Moneywise
08-25-2005, 08:21 PM
All in a days work. CP

:D :D :D with lunch box & hard hat in tow! Nice TR there Chili. It was a pleasurable read. I love a saucy Latina.