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Richard_Head
09-22-2005, 03:18 PM
Excellent TR CP, I have a feeling that you're going to miss those LA clubs.

Susan Wayward
09-22-2005, 07:30 PM
FBR, how's it going at the new club? I will be heading up there on Monday or Tuesday. And I know better than to try to fucko Miss D! Though if I were freelancing, I would totally try to talk you into a double date with those luscious boobies.

FBR
09-23-2005, 03:24 PM
FBR, how's it going at the new club? I will be heading up there on Monday or Tuesday. And I know better than to try to fucko Miss D! Though if I were freelancing, I would totally try to talk you into a double date with those luscious boobies.

Susan, I like it better each time I go. I still stop by the old club once in a while with my #2 son, mostly just to have a couple of beers and say hi to a few of the dancers I'm fond of. Management has gotten pretty wierd and unfortunately is driving off both customers and dancers. Its pretty sad.

As Ive mentioned before, Miss D is doing well there. The key seems to be selling a VIP or two each time she works. According to her, all she does "extra" is let the customer (if he wants to) stroke her ass and feel up her boobies a little bit. As you said, those boobies are luscious so I can understand a custy wanting to check them out. :) They are even more fun to frolic with when covered in lotion but that only happens OTC :P And you're not exactly flat chested either so pardon me while I contemplate the double boobie date referred to above...

:boobies: :boobies:

OK back to reality. It would be cool if you decided to work at the new club for a while prior to your move. They would hire you in a heartbeat I'm sure. Now youve got me curious so I'll probably stop by just to see if you are working there ;)

FBR

Moneywise
09-23-2005, 04:06 PM
Excellent TR CP, I have a feeling that you're going to miss those LA clubs.

I miss the LA strip clubs every time I read one of CP's TR's and I have only been to one. I was out there visiting my brother back when he lived in San Diego about 4 years ago. I made a trip up to LA to visit some friends during the week I spent out there. We went out to a SC called TJ's (http://www.stripclublist.com/c.asp?c=16114) in Stanton. When we pulled up my initial thought was "I am going to have to shoot my way outta here". :O It seriously looked like a straight gang hangout. I actually ended up enjoying myself with this hot latina that night in a corner for about 50 bucks. I was very green back then and never knew I would make a hobby of it. You could say she gave the stick its initial test drive and got the proverbial fluids flowing.

Keep those TR's coming CP. ;)

Richard_Head
09-23-2005, 05:52 PM
I was out and about on Wednesday night when I decided to make a visit to one of my favorite clubs, nothing like hump night (or as I will now refer to it, HOT ASS BLONDE NIGHT) at the SC to get you ready for the weekend. I had stopped going to this club for a while because they had been hiring lots of heavy set girls (yes, it really does matter to me), but things have been really looking up lately and I have been finding myself going there much more often again.

Anyways, I got there at maybe 8:30pm, grab a seat and immediately spot one of my new faves on stage, I'll call her Ms HAB1 (HOT ASS BLONDE #1), this girl is HOT, maybe 5'6", bleach blonde hair, nicely done BA, toned stomach, beautiful face, probably in her low 20's, and with an ASS that about made me cry it was so beautiful, I'd rate her a solid 9 (on the 1-10 scale) of course I immediately head up to tip her, of course I asked her to stop by:D. After her stage set I see her looking my direction and start heading over, all of the sudden some fuckoe stops her, grabs her by the wrist and pulls her over to his table, WTF? She gave me a sorry look then proceeded to sit with him. Seems she could have told them she had someone waiting don't ya think>:(? Just great, there were three guys at that table and I had no doubt all three would be getting dances from her. ERRRR! I didn't want to wait. Two songs pass and she moves to guy number 2 as I sit and wait like the PL that I am.

Finally much to my relief another HOT ASS BLONDE wanders by}:D, I'll call her Ms. HAB2, I met her a couple of months ago in what she claims was her 2nd night as a dancer (if that was actually true she is a born stripper because she could really grind like a pro). Ms HAB2 is maybe 5'7", short dirty blonde hair, perky natural b cup, toned stomach, pretty face, and an ASS even nicer than Ms HAB1 (sure proof that there is a God), probably in her low 20's, another solid 9. We chatted for a couple songs then the dancing started (I couldn't help but notice that Ms HAB1 was now done with guy number 2 at her table and guy number 3 wasn't interested, ha, she would have made much more on me), the dances I got from Ms HAB2 were very nice, I was just mesmerized by that ASS, LOL I really wanted to take a bite:biting:. I finally needed a break and off she went.

It didn't take long before I hear Ms HAB3 called to stage, again a nice tip at the stage and a promise of some dances. The last couple of times I had been to this club Ms HAB3 had been just too busy to stop by so this time she was over in a flash in an apparent attempt to make up for it. Ms HAB3, again blonde, maybe 5'8", toned stomach, nicely done BA, long legs, nice ass (although not the caliber of Ms HAB1 or HAB2), I'd guess she's in her late 20's, again another solid 9. She gave some excellent dances also.

Funds were getting a bit low at this point and I was thinking of just pocketing the rest of money and heading for the hills, sure enough just as I was thinking this they call Ms HAB4 to the stage, hmmmm, I guess I could stay a bit longer. I've only met Ms HAB4 once before and I wasn't sure she'd remember and I was out of small bills (and getting low on money overall) so I didn't tip her on stage, I was taking my chances on her stopping by but I figured it was worth the risk. After her stage set I saw her making her way over only to stop at a table a couple over from mine, that works, that PL only seemed to be buying 1 at a time and sure enough that's all he got with her, when she was done with him I made eye contact and gave her the "get on my lap" look and she stopped right over, I don't think she remembered me but I didn't care. Ms HAB4 is about 5'3", probably in her low 20's, perky natural b cup, toned stomach, long long blonde hair (down to her ass), speaking of her ASS, it rivaled those Ms HAB1 and HAB2, again another solid 9. The quality of girls this night was as good as I've ever seen it (at least for my tastes). Again got several very nice dances.

I noticed a couple more new HOT ASS BLONDES walking around at this point and the ATM was calling my name but I somehow got control of my senses and decided I had better get out of there before it was too late. Fun night, I have a feeling I will be spending many more hump nights here.

Moneywise
09-24-2005, 07:49 PM
HAB... love the acronym RH. :D

(part 1 of 2)


It’s Friday night. I had been waiting for the word from some former co-workers on whether or not a stripper, which I hired at my previous place of employment, is going to be working tonight. She has recently given up work and decided to return to dancing full time. Obviously I didn’t know she was a former dancer when I hired her. Not that it matters. I remember that day like it was yesterday. This tall shapely blonde strolls in for her interview. The girl was a knockout. Her perfectly augmented Bas struggled to keep themselves shielded by her blouse. It was all I could do to maintain my professionalism under the unexpected pressure. :O


I never got the call I was expecting so I called him and let him know I was going to check that club out anyways. He called a few minutes later to let me know she wasn’t going to make it out Friday. I’m still glad I went because I ran into a couple of gentlemen that once worked for me. It was good to see them and funny that we were all there for the same reason. I’m not one to hang around too long. While laughing and joking around I spot a girl I had gotten a few dances from on a couple of occasions. She strikes me as being of Dominican background. I motioned to her as she walked by. “Hey, I remember you” she said. “Oh yeah. What’s my name then?” I replied. She then blurted out my name. I was impressed. She was on her way to the RR and promised to return shortly. She sat down and immediately my attention was diverted in her direction. We made some small talk. She’s actually from NJ. A Jersey girl with a picturesque smile… When she popped the question I was beyond ready to get some private time with her. I ended up getting two dances from her. The first dance was typical of this club. (minimal contact) During the first dance a little mutual flirting took place. This made the second dance a little more intimate. She made me promise to return very soon. Off I went with my old stomping grounds in mind. This club was 30 minutes in one direction. My old stomping grounds is 30 minutes in the other direction. The 1 hour drive from one to the other was full of loud ear splitting hip hop which made an hour seem like 45 minutes. Thanks Sirius.


Upon my arrival the doorman looks at me and looks away as if to say “go right ahead Mr MW sir..haha”. :D Tonight’s beat cop is someone I became acquainted with a few months ago in the booth. I say hi to him as I make my way to the bar. He’s seated at the end of the bar probably thinking “I get to do this in uniform and on the clock..gotta love it.” He has actually fucked a few of the dancers but I won’t get into that right now. Ms. L is at the bar serving em up. She has actually settled quite nicely into her new position behind the bar. There’s a new girl in the house tonight. I could smell her scent from the archway of the entrance before I opened the door. I had also met her in the booth when she was in the club a few weeks ago trying to decide whether or not to work there. Ms. J is in the house and the house is packed. Something told me it would be an interesting night and that got my blood flowing well.


During the course of the night Ms. J and I enter into negotiations for our next play date. This time it will be dinner. She shocked me when she asked that there not be penetration this time. ::) So much that I immediately isolated her to the LD room and commenced negotiations during a couple of insanely close LDs.

Moneywise
09-25-2005, 05:15 AM
(part 2 of 2)

J: “Can I have $200. I need to buy groceries for my boys” she asks with this smirk from hell. :D

She has never come straight out and asked me for money and she is about to find out why she should refrain from doing so.

MW: (Doesn’t answer. Just looks at her puzzled.) ;)

MW: I’m not in the business of just giving money away. So let’s get back to our discussion we were having in the booth.

J: Ok.

MW: So no sticky sticky this time eh? (she laughs)

J: No. The “name that federal agency” cut me from their BC program. I’m pissed.

MW: Rubber works great. (she laughs again.. what am I a freaking comedian?)

J: I do have a boyfriend you know.

MW: (rolls eyes with great candor)

MW: I’ll tell you what. I obviously won’t be giving you 3 small for no sticky. (she laughs) Let’s do 69. We can have dinner this time. Then we can get a room and play the release game.

J: The release game?

MW: Yes. We’ll start at 2 small. If you release before me the price drops to 175. If I release first the price goes up to 250.

J: You remember how I feel about giving oral.

MW: (laughs and rolls eyes again)

MW: Are we on? (seemingly ignoring her oral comment)

J: Yes. I can do that. ::)

MW: Alright. I will call you on Sunday.

J: K.

I give her 40 for the two dances and let her be on her way. While we were in the LD room I could not take my eyes off of (let’s call her Ms. H). This girl is also of Dominican or Puerto Rican descent & has an ass that is just out of this world. She’s right next to us and there’s a certain level of raunch to the LD she’s giving that just gathers up my interest right at the tip of Frazier. Ms. J sees me staring and says “She has a nice ass” to which I reply “Damn. She sure does.” I’m not sure how well they know each other OTC but it’s obvious to me they socialize ITC. My goal for that last hour of the night is to get Ms. H in the VIP. After giving Ms. J her 40 I head back to the booth. Ms. J, Ms. H, and a 3rd Puerto Rican girl are all three going to go on stage together next and dance to such booty shaking classics as Shake (YYT & Pitbull), Culo (Pitbull), and Toma (Pitbull). I immediately tell P to call Ms. H to the booth. She calls the booth from the DR (they’re in there getting ready). He tells her someone wants to see her. She’s worked up for the stage show but grudgingly makes her way to the booth. When she appears he introduces us. Time is of the essence. I very quickly impress upon her that I want her in the VIP.

Ms H: Can you wait 15 minutes? I’m about to go on stage.

MW: No.

Ms H: You have $100?

MW: What’s my name? (I didn’t say that but was thinking it..haha)

MW: Yes.

Ms H: Alright. Let’s go.

She takes my hand and leads me like an able follower to the VIP.

Ms H: Let’s do 5 out here. If we go into the VIP the house gets 30%.

MW: No thanks. Here’s 130. Dances will be free. Alright?

Ms H: K.

So we head into the secluded VIP room. I hadn’t been in there in ages. I chose that time because I knew the songs she liked would be playing since she was supposed to be on stage w/ the other two girls. Perfecto. For the next 30-45 minutes (until closing) she gave me some of the most spirited lap dances I have had in that club next to Ms. L and Ms. J. She was nastier though and I loved it. Her attempts to keep it professional were thwarted by my wandering hands. “Oops. My hand slipped.” I whispered as she danced and looked at me as if to say yeah right. As she straddled my lap sideways on her hands & knees (I love that position during a LD. Easy access to the cookie jar) I gently rubbed her thong while my fingers quickly negotiated it to one side. She had a mildly hairly pussy and I was loving the feel of it. As she arches her back and her body moves to the rhythm my middle finger disappears inside. After a few seconds of this she changes positions and continues to mesmerize me with her dance moves. She does this little move where she stands up on the couch with both legs straddling my head. Her pussy is right there in my face. :O

MW: I does it taste as good as it looks?

Ms H: (blushes)

MW: Don’t get too close. You might end up getting swallowed whole.

Ms. H: (laughs)

She gets closer… I look up at her and she’s doing the same thing I am doing which is looking to the make sure the coast is clear. Although the VIP room is very private, it borders the managers office. The manager was busy. Sweet. She reaches down to show it to me. It truly is a sight to see. Perfect pink with what appears to be low mileage & a sexy little hair pattern that really gets me going. I motion forward and she doesn’t budge. In goes the tongue. She tasted sweeter than I could ever imagine. For a good 10-15 seconds there was a medley of circle 8s & the on/off switching of the light switch. More dancing ensued which opened things up for more digital exploration. All the while she was stick shifting Frazier as though he was a 6 speed on the floor of her favorite car. This went on for a couple of more songs. I left out of there with a blood traffic jam the size of that in a major metropolitan city at rush hour.

Ms. H: Can I have a hug?

MW: Of course.

Ms. H: You come here often?

MW: Yes. I usually hang out with P.

Ms. H: Well it was nice meeting you.

MW: Likewise. Have a good night.

I stroll straight out the door and head home.

Thought: I wondered if, when the VIP erxcursion got back to Ms. J (I'm sure it did since they were supposed to all 3 go up together), she got pissed because while she was working that ass on stage for dollars I was worknig her girl's ass in ther VIP.

It was a passing thought. ::) I'm supposed to call her today to see when the next play date will commence.

Dent for the night:

Dances between both clubs and drinks averaged out to about $250.

Moneywise
09-30-2005, 07:21 PM
"My Dreamworld Awaits"



Last night I ventured into the old stomping grounds. Everyone from the timeline of MW was in the house .I had a pocket full of charge cards, an ATM card around my neck and a smile that said come & get it girls. The doorman stopped me as if to say “who the hell are you???” I gently lifted my trifocals and murmured “MW…” He laughed and charged me triple just for kicks. I was ready to get at it so I paid the fifteen & trudged inside. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. Hot girls were everywhere & my ATM card was screaming for some action. I went straight to the ATM machine with the 15% surcharge & withdrew one hundred dollars. I figured that would at least get me a couple of quality air dances.



Just as I set up residence at the bar Ms. J comes out and stumbles in my direction. As my arms extended to full length in eager anticipation of a nice soft hug she stumbled right past me and hugged the guy sitting next to me. Boy was I glad she didn’t stumble and hurt herself. WHEW. I anxiously awaited a look in my direction. Ms. L was at the bar mixing it up She has come a long way since the days back when I used to practically empty my pockets into her lap. I really miss those times. I used to love how she would take my Visa card and play hide & seek with it. Sometimes it wouldn’t show back up for hours. Those were usually the times my monthly payment seemed to have spiked. One night she hid it so well that Visa called me personally to make sure everything was ok.



While Ms. J chatted up the guy next to me I waited patiently while pretending to watch the TV on the wall. Little did she know I was actually marveling at the beauty of the back of her head from the reflection in the mirror. She has some really hot shoulder blades. I was feeling really squirrelly tonight. What the hell. I’ve never touched Ms. J before. My body aches for it. I just want to touch her skin once. With all the courage I could muster I reached back and softly caressed her leg. She turned to see where it came from and saw me with a cute little 6 eyed grin on my face. “Did that ^$#^&#%^ just touch you?” said the guy sitting on the other side of her. “Yes but but but…” Before she could get to the consonant he hauled off and hit me. I let out an ear piercing shriek like a little adolescent. It really hurt me both inside and out. As I lay on the floor in a pool of my own blood with my jaw misplaced I feverishly checked to ensure my Visa and ATM cards were still in place. She was going to get my money tonight. No bully was going to stop it. As I came to the realization that everything was still in my possession I breathed a sigh of relief. I don’t know what I might have done had my ATM card been lost on the floor. I live for that walk to the ATM with Ms. J.



She felt so sorry for me that she told me she would see me on 45 minutes instead of the customary 91 minutes & 34 seconds I usually wait for her to get to me. A smile immediately engulfed me. Only 45 minutes tonight. What a treat! While she was gone a few dancers walked up to me and asked me if I would like a dance or two. I felt so bad because I absolutely couldn’t move for fear of missing out on my interaction with Ms. J. So instead of getting dances I did something even better for them. Every dancer that walked up to me was given my Visa card. I let each one take it to the bartender and draw $20 from it. They were so happy and my heart felt full with an abundance of joy. My little plan worked so well that before long I had just about every other dancer in the club wanting a dance from me. I was so freaking popular!!!

Then out of nowhere the DJ appeared. He looked at me as thought I was a piece of dirt under his shoes. I felt so taken aback by that. I had been trying to work my way up to the point where I was at least emptying his trash for him at the end of the night. And miles to go before I sleep… And miles to go before I sleep…



Just as I am about to check all of the garbage cans in the club Ms. J appears from the LD room with a garter full of twenties. Just a few steps behind was the guy that punched me wiping his hands on his shirt. Boy, those lap dances must really make the palms sweaty. As he walked past our eyes met. He flinched at me in a manner that had me thinking he was going to hit me again. I ducked for cover. I was so proud of myself. My reflexes were faster than his. He missed this time.



“You ready” she said as so totally engulfed my soul with hers. You would have thought I was participating in the Olympics. It was time. My heart was filled with butterflies. As we sat down she told me to lean back. I quickly reminded her of that promise she made to escort me to the ATM machine. Off we went hand in hand. I even let her punch in my code. Something about that felt so intimate and special. I was probably the only guy ever to let her do that. She chose the maximum withdrawal of three hundred dollars. “I can give you more from my Visa” I said. She smiled with approval and led me back to the LD room.



The first dance began with a little feathery touch. She gives the best air dances I have ever experienced. I’m so in awe of how she manages to grind without ever touching me. It’s truly an incredible experience. As she air grinds to a nice slow song she whispers on my ear that she would like to take me home with her. “I bet you say that to all the guys” I said. “No baby. I only say that to you” she replied. Her response felt so genuine. My heart overflowed with affection for her words of splendor. She had me wide open and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. After the tenth song ended I was beginning to feel myself wet the inside of my FOTLs. For those of you not wise of the SC trade that’s Fruit Of The Looms. I had spent two hundred dollars on her for ten simply brilliant air dances. This was truly a night to remember. What was I to do with the last one hundred??? I didn’t have any new ideas and was totally spent from the dances that I told her to just keep the hundred and consider it a tip of sorts for that time earlier in the night when I caused her other customer to forgo her for a moment and punch me in the jaw. It was the least I could do for being such a distraction. She hugged me tightly and thanked me for stopping by. As I held her I dreamed of the day I might see her outside of the club. I was too weak to ask about it. I was totally spent from those air dances. I decided to live to fight another day and blew a kiss at her as I scurried away.

Casual Observer
10-01-2005, 07:16 AM
Hehe...classic, MW, classic. I can see the Pinkie accolades pouring in any minute now.

<S> MW

mr_punk
10-01-2005, 07:59 AM
"My Dreamworld Awaits":rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:i guess that why they call it a "fantasy".

Mastridonicus
10-01-2005, 04:14 PM
hahaha My mental image of moneywise in this post is Finch from "Just Shoot Me"
Hhahaha

Another great post MW

Mastridonicus
10-04-2005, 02:39 PM
Ok, the path to redemption is paved upon the failures of the man, I must make my first real entry into the TRs so to be broad-beaten over the head by my would-be scj mentors.

I was doing some work in the OH area thinking, 'Wonder if Uncle Phil wants to go to Niagara Falls still' and then I realized my work was done. I decided to take some much earned money and time to the SC, unfortunatly cle wasn't in the pickins for my evening, so I headed to my new favorite place, check my reviews, you'll figure it out.

On my way there, my last visit rings in my head <MissK> "I turned you into a total Strip Club Junkie now!"

So what? Truths like this never hurt. And so far, I've noticed that a PL never hurt anyone but themselves.

I arrived at the place shortly after 9. Its always a pleasent drive, I walked in and the cool bouncer dude is there. He's a freak, and he's like hardcore, but I get into it with him on music all the time. Its really relaxing to talk about music like I was in highschool still wearing the band shirts and getting stared at by all the football players.

One thing I noticed is this place has a great view of the lake, BUT NO WINDOWS on that side, would make an AWESOME V.I.P. room. Theme it out. But this really isn't that kinda club.

Quick layout design, the club has a bar across from the door, the stage to your left with a mirror behind it which gives an excellent shot of the vip loft. NO TOUCHING! I check the mirror for the ATF upstairs, but before I could turn around she had already hugged me.

Sounds PL-ish but those of you who knew what I am going through, lets just say it felt pretty good to be greeted at the door by a lovely lady. Something I am not accustomed to. Wheter I am a paycheck or not, its nice to be stroked that way.

I was immidiatly pertubed by the dancer that was leaving. As to say "what was that!" but it was too late, the one that got away.

I like all the girls here so far, I miss Miss C, she was fun to talk with, but she's at the executives den now, sucks, her personality and her trick will be sorely missed. There is the really attractive girl on stage, I dunno she always strikes me as tons of drama, and that and she's scary in the private dance! That and you can always tell who pays her well via her greets. My money is better spent on class.

I help Miss K pick her songs, but not really, I REALLY stand at the juke box with her breaking Fucko Rule #1 "Don't hog the hot one!" She was wearing a grey furry top and furry bottoms. Teh hot. I felt ugly by comparison. She started to tell me about this horrible week she had, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't part of it. She got into an argument with her GF over a message I sent her that her gf took out of context. I felt horrible, last thing I want to do is cause turmoil in her life. Especially after the issues she dealt with that week. And I really dig her GF and would never wish to hurt them. But I am here to relax and quickly put it out of my head, she knows if I can rectify it in anyway, all she needs do is ask. Unfortunatly she was on stage next so of course I welcomed the warm, expensive tip rail. It gets better from here.

When I go to the club, I like to spend money, tough deal with it, she aint paying for a drink/a tab/food or whatever as long as I know its going on, I'll take care of it. And it costs me nothing to drink there , because the HOTTER THAN HELL bartender there that night refuses to charge me for soda, I blame the 5 dollar tip, but in all honesty if she doesn't want to charge me for the soda, more tip for her, I would have talked to her more, but she was being entertained by the darker clientel. I wouldn't have tried to hit her up, but she was one of the 4 hot chicks in the bar that night. And I like to make rounds!

MissK rocked the pole, of course. She always does, and I love when she strikes her poses and shit. She does this thing where she approaches me slowly, and all the eye contact, she knows me, she eats me aLIVE. I love being a PL for this chick. She's such a sweetheart, good people comments aside, I think the other comfort level with this girl with me, is that she is so into her girlfriend <been together I think 4 years> that its almost attractive in and of itself knowing that she can do this, and not even think about anything "above and beyond the call of duty" if you catch my drift. And its relaxing knowing she aint about to try to push you, and you're done with her if you try to push her. I pick my poison well.

#---Realism Alert---#
I am sexually stumped, I'd be lying completely if I said I never want to experience sex with a dancer, or even a girl with as little inhibitions as a dancer, like Jenny said "Its not just sex, Its STRIPPER sex!" Yes, she was joking, but there is truth here. And I would be lying again if I said Miss K would probably rock my world in all of the 8 seconds I could hold it in, however this isn't thought about because its not an option. Its all about the respect, but still CHRIST, best case of blue balls ever. However, there are a few new dancers there methinks....
#---------------------#

Anyways, I make it a point to come and see MissK, very classy, I totally dig the girls style, this was that way since the first time I saw her dance, her and MissL are like "Diamond in the Rough" material. MissL was not there. The other two ladies there <I forgot their names> where also very entertaining. MissK finished her set and its up to the loft we go, I made sure to tip the other girls for any stage performance I may miss. Remember, I want to do this. They are hot, but MissK is on top of all that. In my head anyways. We spent the first set talking about nothing really, she was telling me more about her week, and I was telling her about mine, its cool to catch up, she's good fun that way. I like paying for this cause I get to tell her all the things that mean nothing to her that I wouldn't share anywhere else, What can I say, I like to use my mouth. Here comes the drama.

#1 - The really good looking Latina woman brought up a guy and started dancing for him, this is right across from us mind you, and missK leans in and tells me 'His dick is falling out of his shorts' this made me laugh NOT LOOK but laugh, and then hearing her tell him to put it away was comedy gold! She came over to us after his three contactless air dances to tell us what a surprise he had, SKIN TO SKIN baby. I bought fell off my chair when I listened to her call it a weenus, hahah. Still makes me laugh. I went to high five her then I said "I don't want weenus on my hand" she said "I didn't touch it" and I was like "Suuuuure" :D

#2 - I dunno who was making the lineup, but for girls on at night, when 6 are on during the day? Its crazy, management there is super cool, so I dunno how they overlooked it, but maybe there is something there I do not understand. Then the one girl had a tummy ache and wanted to go home, it hurt so bad she stayed for an hour and the bouncer dude was FUMIN about it, it was funny but man that girl is nothin but drama.

#3 - A gentleman named George announced it was his birthday today. Horray for george. He made it a point to tell MissK that she was going to make some serious bank off her tonight. A quick sum up lead me to believe otherwise. He came in with a small party. Another Party came in, bunch of kids, and a HUGE kid. I sat back and Watch MissK work the big spenders. Let me tell you how it goes. Not well. She danced for each one for a dollar, the last kid tipped a 5 I wasn't truley humored till she came back and a guy put a dollar on the tip rail and said "I want what you did to him him him him and me!" and she stood straight up and said "Its a dollar, what do you expect for a DOLLAR" so the guy through it on the stage and she shot him the sweetest little thank you you could get, he shut right up. Then George, <birthday boy> proceeded to inform her how he's from Vegas and she could make 1500 a night in vegas or some shit, and she handled that well, by informing them both that they are trash and not to talk to her like she is. This girl does NOT need a bouncer. You can't buy this kind of amusement, and she handled it so well, she came right over to me and took me upstairs she was FUMING. After the set her and I discussed the whole ordeal over dinner. Not bad chicken fingers I must admit. It was a good convo, smart too. How lucky her GF truley is.

#4 - While MissK was changing into her Unbelievably hot outfit I checked my WWMWD? bracelet and when I looked up, I notice yet another hottie on the radar, at the bar, I also noticed there was a floater in my soda, not being the type to miss an oppertunity two talk to the hot bartender and potentially the hot black haired patron. Before I finished my thought I was at the bar.
MAST: "Uh miss bartender?"
BT: "Yes?"
MAST: "There seems to be something in my drink"
BT: "What is it?"
MAST: *Blank Stare* "Uh, Not Ice?"
BT: *laugh* "Sorry! EW!" <seriously it looked like flesh>
HotChick5: "Hahaha "Not Ice", looked like people!"
MAST: "Wha? People?" *looks at her drink* "Yes there is a young child in my drink Bartender"
BT: "What he say?"
HC5: *Now laughing out loud <go me>* "He said there was a child in his drink, it was just HOW he said it"

Success! She's hot and LAUGHING at my jokes! All is good right? nope.

About this time I noticed she was, in some way shape or form, WITH the guy next to her. SWINGANDAMISS.

It ended like this
HC5'sBF: *Stare*
HC5: "Oh don't worry about him."
MAST: "Oh I don't now but I'm sure I will"
HC5'sBF: *Stare*
HC5: "Sit down"
MAST: "Probably not"

I didn't feel like being in the fetal position tonight for any other reason than a kinky sex position. That didn't happen either. :( whats a guy gotta do.

So strike this from the record. A try and a fail. What can I do.

The rest of the night was a blast really, wish I had more time to bs with MissK but alas they closed up, It was a wonderfully relaxing night, so mission accomplished. This takes the cake tho as the most amount of drama I have encountered.

The Chronicles of Mast Chapter 1 is complete.

Oh btw, I dunno what it is, but seeing MissK in a T-shirt and Jeans is HOT. Same with the other girl. What can I say, I like em plain too!

::Mast::

Richard_Head
10-04-2005, 05:21 PM
And so far, I've noticed that a PL never hurt anyone but themselves.So true, thanks for sharing mast, sounds like a good time.

Mastridonicus
10-05-2005, 06:17 AM
weird, wonder what she hoped to gain by that. Was she drunk?

CalifSCVisitor65
10-05-2005, 09:01 PM
dayum

Moneywise
10-06-2005, 04:44 AM
Idiot, fucking bitch.

lol

I'm sure you aren't the first person she has done that to and she isn't doing anything to help her reputation. Word does travel. Then she wonders why it's such a slow night. ;D

Destiny
10-06-2005, 09:51 AM
...“Bullshit! I paid you before you walked off and I’m not paying you again.”

She started going thru her cash and dropped a twenty on the floor.

I pointed it out to her and she said “Oh, you dropped it on the floor. I knew you didn’t give it to me.”

Idiot, fucking bitch. I’ll never go back to that club.>:( I think you should call the club, speak to the manager and tell him why you will not be back at his club.

doc-catfish
10-06-2005, 02:01 PM
Since the club is a juice bar, she definitely wasn't drunk, just stupid.
Actually Joe, I believe there is a bar next door that the management there will let both patrons and dancers go to if they would like to go get a drink. (You just show your admission ticket to get back in), so there is a slim possibility that she was drunk. You also could conclude that she was on some other kind of intoxicant, but I'm putting my money on your explanation. The club was closing and she thought there would be little consequence in ROB'ing an infrequent visitor. That whole dropping the $20 was just lame.

Sorry that happened to you. I've generally had good experiences at that place. It's about the only club on the MO side that's worth a damn.

And if you suddenly recall that gal's name, please send me a PM. I have a few days of leave next week and was thinking of heading to Shawnee Mission.
8)

doc-catfish
10-06-2005, 04:36 PM
The TR that almost wasn’t, and quite possibly the most disgusting in the history of this thread. Proceed reading with caution, and for the love of God, hold your nose.

Well, after being couped up in my domicile for damned near a month thanks to the exorbiant gas prices, I decided to finally head out to the home club last night for the first time in 2 ½ months. Strangely enough, the most drama I would get this evening occurred before I could even exit my car.

Well, with gas at $2.85 a gallon, if I gotta drive 60 miles, I might as well make a trip of it. And what could be a more fitting pre-game to a night of naked women than a trip to Hooters. So I go and have me a Hooters burger with bacon and cheese ($7.37 plus tax, no fries) and suck down three glasses of the Dew while admiring some of the future local stripper talent carrying around beer and chicken wings (once they figure out that if they‘re going to endure sexual harassment at work, they might as well get paid accordingly for it).

After my meal, I had no sooner gotten a few miles down the road when I felt a little growling in my abdominal area. Sometimes after eating a rich, artery-clogging, high calorie meal like that, I have this tendency to have shall we say, sudden and acute bowel movements, where it really helps to have a bathroom handy.

The club was all the way across town, and using the restroom there is literally putting your health at risk. I happened to pass a K-Mart just a few miles from the club and wondered if it would be a good idea to stop in and use their john. The traffic lights unfortunately were not working in my favor to get over there, so I proceded on to the club. I had no sooner gotten into the parking lot when I began to painfully cramp up. And then it hit. There was nothing I could do to control it. It was if evil spirits had commandeered my digestive nether regions for about ten seconds.
:gasp:

“Uhh, yeah God, that was a good one.” You know, I always thought I might go to a SC and mess my drawers one day, but this isn't quite what I pictured.

Thankfully I had brought my jacket. I placed it over my lap, turned on the dome light, and surveyed the damage. Ewwwwwwwwwww! Yep, a total loss. There was no way that I was going to go into the club like this. I cleaned up as best I could using about a quarter box of Kleenex and headed back out on the road.
:sweep:

It was nearing 10:00 and I figured by the time I went back to K-Mart, they would be closed. A Wal-Mart Supercenter about six miles away was the next best location. I went in, made a beeline for the bathroom, finished what I had started in the parking lot, cleaned up as thoroughly as I could, and went to the men’s clothing section. Picked up a pair of black khakis, a 3-pack of boxers, and a bottle of Febreze for the car seat. Thankfully the express lane was empty. I changed my entire lower wardrobe in the parking lot, put on my “I Support Single Moms” T-shirt and headed back to the club.

The ATF who is a Tuesday night regular there and is almost always on me like a hawk, was nowhere to be found, which was sort of a good thing because I really didn’t want to discuss this lunch date she proposed, but keeps flaking out of, because "she lost my number", or "forgot to call", or "didn't have a phone card".
::)

I order my drink, and notice there is some new talent in the house, some of which were in some definite need of liposuction. Thankfully, the club was showing the Miss Hooters International swimsuit pageant of the club TV which was a welcome distraction. After about 15 minutes, I seek out a petite blonde whom I’ve never seen before, lets call her Jackhammer, and head to the PD room. First dance, wonderful. You gotta like a gal who grabs your mitts and puts them on her where she sees fit. Second dance, Jackhammer earns her moniker when she starts bouncing, and I mean bouncing on my lap. Damnit, this is supposed to be a lap dance, not Ultimate Fighting Championship.

Now I was trying to be as smooth as possible and keep everyone out of the loop regarding my earlier accident, unfortunately the pummeling that I was taking, combined with the OD of Mountain Dew was stirring up trouble again down there, and I felt round two coming on. No way, was I going to ruin another pair of trousers, so I paid her $40, and made my way begrudgingly to the biohazard of a bathroom that I did not want to enter.

While I’m on the can, the DJ mentioned the ATF‘s name in the rotation. Oh how appropriate. Turns out she was there. It was just that another fucko had beat me to her and they were on the other end of the club. Considering that I really wanted to use this evening to confront her about the lunch date, it was perhaps a good thing she had another customer. I fittingly enough spent most of her stage set in the can. She came over after her tip walk and suggested we immediately go to the PD room. I didn’t see too much other lap worthy talent so I figured what the fuck. We went and did three dances (as opposed to the usual 8-10), and she explains that she lost my phone number again. Like a dumbass, I give her my prepaid cell #, and suggest that she plug it into her cell phone memory. I won’t hold my breath.

Tried to score some laps with a third gal. I asked while she was on stage, and she said yes, and then immediately went back to the clutches of the fucko she had been sitting with the majority of the night. I’m getting so sick of that shit happening at strip clubs. If you’re not available for dances sweetie, just say no!
>:(

I’m saddened to say, that the home club is becoming a first class fucko pit, and developing some rapport with a particular gal here is becoming difficult. One reason why I haven’t blown the ATF off completely.

It was after midnight. Usually I’m well gone by this time, but due to the “accident” this was a bit late for me, and the dancers rate of intoxication was getting a little bit more than I could bear, so I headed out. The t-shirt became a nice conversation piece with some of the girls, but it was an otherwise very weird night. Hopfully, next trip, I’ll know to bring some TP and a pair of Depends.

SportsWriter2
10-06-2005, 06:13 PM
Courageous expedition, Doc. I've stopped at the local Hooters when the Hillside Assisted Living Manor bus brings the 80-something guys for lunch. That's as far as they get to go. :D

Moneywise
10-06-2005, 07:34 PM
Dude I admire your courage under fire. :rotfl: You didn't let a litle mishap stand in the way of a night in one of your favorite spots. A true warrior will take a discombobulated situation and fix it. You craftily found the nearest Wal-Mart (isn't there one on every corner nowadays), appropriated funds to obtain your first aid kit, & went to work. The average Joe would have folded up the tent & called it a night. ;D

Richard_Head
10-06-2005, 08:00 PM
doc, you are a true junkie.

CalifSCVisitor65
10-06-2005, 09:40 PM
OMFG :D :D :D

Did Wal-marts have a shower too? Maybe you should have checked to see if the club had a shower that you could use.
LMAO

Mastridonicus
10-06-2005, 10:00 PM
haha Doc, you are a God among Insects.

All Good Things
10-06-2005, 10:28 PM
Doc, that was one impressive recovery.

Half the Hooters menu is pure bowel dynamite. The cheesburger is thermonuclear. I got three lines into your TR and my own stomach seized up out of pure fear.

The common wisdom among the waitresses in the restaurant is to check the john before thinking a customer skipped out on a check. As one 18-year-old doll once said about a sleezeball customer, "yeah, I thought he skipped out on me, but he was just taking a long shit." :O

I'm dragged into Hooters on some club nights in response to the cell calls and persistent texting (yes, it truly is stripper JV -- it's such a beautiful thing to watch them develop the skill set). But I'll eat salad and go downscale on the wings -- all the way to naked -- as a defense against that horrifying fluid rushing sound. Once you've crossed that point of no return, you're stuck with two or three cycles in an isolation booth before you can return to civilization.

That WalMart run was total inspiration. ;)

azdd
10-07-2005, 12:15 AM
I don't know about this TR, Doc. I admire your skillful recovery, but honestly can't figure out why you felt the need to drop such a load on us poor unsuspecting readers! Hope your next SC "run" is more fruitful, and less fruit of the looms.

Katrine
10-07-2005, 01:44 AM
Wow, I sure am glad that I was eating a Crack in the Box taco loaded with hot sauce when I read that. ;) That's why god invented wet wipes, lol! Keep on keepin on!

SportsWriter2
10-07-2005, 03:17 PM
(yes, it truly is stripper JV -- it's such a beautiful thing to watch them develop the skill set). But I'll eat salad and go downscale on the wings...

I've never gone beyond chowder and crackers. Ponderosa taught me to fear salad. :O

FBR
10-07-2005, 03:38 PM
Had a similar experience at my old club. One of the other customers was fucko'ing the john stall for so long, I offered to buy him an LD if he would cut it short (we had this conversation through the stall partition which is wierd in itself). I was in a world of hurt and desperate. Thankfully, he did hurry it up which saved me some major embarrassment.

Afterwards, I searched around the club and found the guy. I tried to give him the $20 for an LD as promised. He refused to take the money. I insisted on at least buying him a beer and he did accept that. Meanwhile, Miss D sees me going over to this unknown person and wondered WTF I was doing. I told her he was a customer from back in the day ::)

FBR

mr_punk
10-08-2005, 06:22 PM
sheesh, that was quite a dump, doc. it sounds like you had a combination of the crap below:
3. Wet Shit: The kind where you wipe your butt at least 90 times and it
feels unwiped so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt
and your underwear so you won't ruin your pants.

4. Second Wave Shit: It happens when you're done shitting and you've
pulled your pants up to your knees and you realize you have to shit
some more.

8. Gassy Shit: It's noisy; everyone within earshot is giggling.

14. Liquid Shit: The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out and
splatters all over the toilet bowl.

18. Ambush Shit: This kind never occurs at home but usually at a party or
while playing golf. It is the result of trying to fart just a
little, but you end up with trouser chili and you walk bow-legged for
the rest of the day.

22. Five Alarm Shit: Your asshole burns so bad you think it's on fire.
Usually after eating really spicy chili or other spicy food.

26. Gangster Shit: A shit that sounds like an automatic weapon is being
fired in the toilet.

We went and did three dances (as opposed to the usual 8-10), and she explains that she lost my phone number again. Like a dumbass, I give her my prepaid cell #, and suggest that she plug it into her cell phone memory. I won’t hold my breath.so, why don't you tell her to cut the crap?

NVJosh
10-10-2005, 10:46 AM
Wow, I sure am glad that I was eating a Crack in the Box taco loaded with hot sauce when I read that. ;) That's why god invented wet wipes, lol! Keep on keepin on!

We always called it "Jack in the Crack." Same theory, though.

Destiny
10-10-2005, 01:26 PM
I nominate Doc for the Customer-Of-The-Year Award.

Deni
10-10-2005, 02:18 PM
We always called it "Jack in the Crack." Same theory, though.

Bah...we called it that, too. Do we even have one around here still? Wait! I think we have one! Hmm... ::)

bassackwards
10-10-2005, 04:15 PM
You know Doc, I always make sure I've got some extra clothes in the car just in case there's some sort of "accident" during my outing. But I was thinking more along the lines of periods and vomit; it never really occurred to me - until now - that I might need an extra set of trousers, etc, for the "ultimate" self-inflicted disaster, as you so carefully described. I think I'll start bringing some Immodium with me as well.

Over the years, the period thing has happened to me not once but twice, if you can believe it. The first time was pretty messy (but thankfully didn't soak all the way through to my skin) and happened while traveling whereas the second experience was a relatively minor incident. Just a few small drops; I'm not even sure the fave knew what had happened. I gotta hand it to you Doc for "pressing on" under such circumstances. But I guess maybe it's a thing where you're so annoyed that it happened that you'll be damned if its going to stop you, especially after a 2 1/2 month hiatus.

A while ago I was at the usual spot hanging out with the fave when she revealed that her boobs hurt and that she knew she would be getting her period "tommorow" (which we were already into as it was past midnight). I figured she knew what she was doing and recklessly kept on with the laps. She's just so beautiful...

FBR
10-14-2005, 05:55 PM
Hit the club tonight, a scheduled playdate as usual.

Got to see Miss R again. She was the dancer that tried to fucko Miss D while she was doing the dressing room thingee. Miss R upped the pressure tonight LOL Shes unattached (so she says) and evil FBR figures with some effort I could turn her into OTC. But frankly one stripper is as much as I can afford. I played with Miss R for a bit. It was probably a drunken bonus round but she flashed me her coochie tableside. No tip was negotiated up front but I slipped her a 20 anyway because it was a cute innie :P If Miss R was working on her Doctorate like Miss D Id give her some consideration.

Later on, met a dancer who claimed to be Russian. As Im talkin to her Im thinkin about Katrine (yea...yea...I know Kat is Ukranian). The interesting thing is that this dancers stage name is Katrianna. Talk about fucking Twilight Zone. She was pretty cute...not as hot as Kat but beautious enough to get a loin stirring in this old guy. God love her, she tried to work me but Miss D was totally on task and a customer Nazi. And being a tesosterone driven male I figure I'll take a lotion Saturday OTC to a club LD any day LOL I slipped the Russki 40 when Miss D wasnt looking but thats all the balls I had.

It was pretty fun seeing the dancers do their back and forth thing. Being an ATM has its plus and minuses. I just hope that I can continue to afford it ;)

FBR

Katrine
10-15-2005, 03:24 AM
Later on, met a dancer who claimed to be Russian. As Im talkin to her Im thinkin about Katrine (yea...yea...I know Kat is Ukranian).

Dammit boys, I'm 50% pure Russian Cossack....its all good, we can be many things, get it straight. Long live mother-fucking shipwreck Russia!!!!

Mastridonicus
10-15-2005, 07:46 AM
*throws roses*

Supreme performance, Glad a veteran is back!

Like the homecoming comment! Metaphors are your thing!

electric_head
10-16-2005, 04:03 AM
Eyes do make it worth it.

Mastridonicus
10-16-2005, 10:36 AM
To me, that's what it's all about, and you describe it perfectly.

Two days later I saw Ms Dreamy. No contest. Loving eyes rule. :)


WHERE THE EFF WHERE YOU WHEN I WAS GETTING HUNG OUT TO DRY LIKE A PINYATA IN A ETHIOPIAN CITY?! I too am big on face-you-can-look-at-forever. but in my experience Soon after the look, you hear a "Here we go again" from my back pocket :/

Moneywise
10-16-2005, 03:09 PM
This is 90% TR & 10% Drama so I will post it where the majority rules.


P had wanted me to stop by last night. He has come to expect to see me virtually every Friday or Saturday night. This goes against my own time which I have allotted for SCing so I just simply don’t show up on frequent occasions. I will usually get the drunken call at around 11pmish wondering where the hell I am. I could be anywhere from lying in the bed with my friendly single mom to playing poker with some fellas from work. Regardless, his vms are always good for a chuckle or two.


This night began with me heading 20 minutes in the opposite direction. I had plans to hit three SCs Saturday night with my old stomping grounds being the last of the three. I’ve begun to make the occasional jaunt to a club where a cute dancer I have referred to as Ms. M works. She has this innocent thing about her that just lights my bulb. On this night she was not in the house. I thought this was strange since she’s a single mother who values the time she spends working to stay on top of things. She’s always working Saturday nights. I hung around for about 30 minutes, enjoyed a glass of my favorite white liquor & headed out the door. Two other clubs were waiting.


I arrive at a club which happens to be situated just 5 minutes from me. This is the same club which fostered my OTC encounter with then 19 yr old Ms. J. She’s still working there but now she works as a waitress (boring). A funny bit of drama takes place all within 15 minutes. As I stroll up the manager and bouncer are giving three Hispanic gentlemen the full “let me see your ID, green card, and anything else I can hassle you for” treatment. When the manager sees me approach he daps me up and tells the girl at the register to let me through with no charge, He utters the words vip..lol Now, I have always been a friendly person and, as you know, can be susceptible to spending a little money when it feels worthy to do so. I guess the manager was in a really good mood because I am far from any vip. I’m just a squirrel trying to get a nut. Loved the treatment though…


As I take residence at the bar the girls are on stage doing the roll call, find a loser to give a t-shirt dealy. Who do I see??? It’s Ms. M. The funny thing about seeing her here is that I met her in the 1st club I visited this night which happens to be a “hands off” club for the most part. She and I have stretched those boundaries a few times but nothing of any significance ever took place. She’s pretty hot though and is fully equipped with a smile that makes me melt. As they’re doing their walk she spots me and her eyes light up. Mine were already lit up. I made an effort to make sure our eyes met. She gives me this gigantic hug and immediately goes into this story of why she’s no longer working nights at one of the more exclusive clubs in the area. She tells me she has even moved closer to this club. While we’re talking Ms. J appears out of the blue. (oh crap here we go…) Ms. J gives me this hug that’s about 80% warm from her with about 10% of warmth returned from me. I didn’t really give her the cold shoulder. I was cordial but was also obviously caught up in conversation with Ms. M. Ms. J looked at Ms. M with this unbelievable look of contempt & walked away. Last night was Ms. M’s first night at her new place of business. Hopefully I didn’t create any undue drama for her.

I suggest we go do a dance or two and she eagerly obliges. “I don’t even know where the LD room is so lead the way” she says.


M: You’re my first LD in this club.


MW: Nice. There’ll be plenty more tonight. You’re going to have a wonderful night.


The first dance begins with some mutual soft touching. “I’m so used to *****’s where there’s no touching. I’ve got to get used to being in a club where touching is allowed” she says. I didn’t reply. I think my smile said more than any words could say. The girl that has attracted a bit of my interest that used to work in a club 20 minutes away which allowed virtually no touching is now working in a club 5 minutes away that encourages a little fun. She knew the meaning behind my smile. I didn’t have to say a word.


After the first dance we chat for a bit.


MW: So you live closer to me now.


M: Yes. I now have an apartment on ****** street in *******.


That’s a lot of info to give someone you barely know but I never said depth upstairs was one of her stronger suits.


MW: What do you do during the day to occupy your time.


M: I take care of my son and baby sit for someone else.


I’ll have to be subtle & patient. I am very much interested in some OTC fun with her.


The second dance was more intimate than the first. She kept rubbing her nipples over my lips so I kept taking them to the bridge. This level of contact was progressively different than the dances received at the other club. She had the freedom to be more aggressive and used it well. At one point I found kneeling in front of me while cupping her adequate natural breasts together and rubbing them up and down as if to envelop Frazier through my pants. She’s going to be lots of fun. The dances were $25 each. After the 2nd finished I gave her 60, we hugged, and I headed out to my fave spot.


About 30 minutes later I find myself strolling into my old stomping grounds in eager anticipation of yet another adventure with P. The door guy waves me through as a crowd of eager 20 somethings wait to pay & get their armbands. Straight to the bar I go. Ms. L is bartending tonight. I compliment her on how well she looks tonight and order my favorite drink. She reciprocates by filling my glass to the hilt with Vodka and then tapping a drop of club soda into it. I looked at her and cracked up laughing. She then charged me three dollars les than what I know it costs. I gave her a 10 and told her to keep the change. Smiles abound.


Ms. J spots me as I head into the booth. She rolls her eyes at me. (results from me not calling her since the last visit to the club) I smirk and press on. One of the other gentlemen that occasionally hangs out is in the booth tonight and appears to have attempted to smoke all of the available weed in town. His eyes are so tiny that he looks asleep on his feet. He didn’t hang around for too long. Before he left P and I enjoyed quite a few laughs at his expense.


A new waitress is in the club tonight. P is eager to introduce her to me. He calls her to the booth and she takes a drink order from us. We make small talk and I encourage her to take a shot with us. Three shots of Petron later she admits she hasn’t yet turned twenty one. No wonder she stood in the most secluded corner of the booth to guzzle it. Hey, it’s all good. We all enjoy some playful conversation before she heads back out to do her thing.


A few minutes later Ms. J appears. She wants to talk to me. She takes up residence at the stool next to me in the booth and an interesting conversation ensues.


J: I’ve had a few drinks and feel the need to talk to you.


MW: Ok. Shoot.


J: I don’t think it’s a secret. I’m very attracted to you.


MW: Really now…


J: Yes. You know how you always said you’re a friend and if I ever needed something…


MW: uh huh…


J: Well, why is it that you have never come through when I have asked you for something. I feel like all you want is the pussy. There’s more to me than just that. I want to be able to enjoy conversations with you. I wan you to see (says her real name) and not (says her dancer name). I guess I just feel like I am selling my pussy to you which hurts because I have real feelings you know.


J: You know I have a BF. He just can’t provide for me like I feel he should. There have been times he has borrowed money from me and not given it back. He and I haven’t had sex in two months. The last time I had sex was with you in that hotel room.


MW: Let me first say this. I’m in a position where I will never ask you for money. Secondly, you have a BF. That in itself means, at least to me, that you shouldn’t be asking me for the type of things your BF should be giving you. It’s not going to happen.


J: Can we go to the VIP?


MW: No. We’re talking right here.


J: I’m just having conflicting feelings because I would like to have the type of date with you where we just go to the movies or go to dinner and that’s it.


MW: I never said that couldn’t happen. It’s just not high on my list of priorities. I’m a sexually driven person.


J: I loved the time we spent together. I just have problems with you paying me for it.


MW: I don’t have to pay you. (laughs)


She laughs and the conversation sort of fizzles from there. After she leaves P and I find enjoyment on watching two hot female custys, who had come in with BFs, go at it in a corner. I mean full tilt. P had to call the manager, who in turn asked the cop on assignment to say something. One of the BFs must have mouthed off to the cop b/c no sooner than he visited their table the 4 of them were being escorted out the door.


I did end up getting a few dances from Ms. J but no VIP action. That doesn’t grow on trees. She practically tried to put her tongue down my throat as she enveloped our faces with her long hair. The dances were typical. However, one thing stood out during the dances that wouldn’t have otherwise been a contributing factor. I enjoyed looking at her pussy and then looking into her eyes knowing Frazier has explored the deep dark depths of her walls and would be going back for more when the time is right.

Mastridonicus
10-16-2005, 04:25 PM
hahah

you need a friggen newsletter man!

Awesome.

Why are all my clubs absolute shit for this? :D

Sorry, I lie. I just really really like my ATF :/

PL4LIFE!

SportsWriter2
10-16-2005, 06:14 PM
I guess I just feel like I am selling my pussy to you which hurts because I have real feelings you know.
Translation:
1. You should give me money because I have real feelings for you.
2. We should spend more time together, not just for sex.
3. I'm gonna be a whiney ho from now on.

Buy her a vibrator, an 8-pack of batteries, and move on. :-\

Katrine
10-16-2005, 07:03 PM
I think Jenny was right. This girl IS borderline retarded.

Moneywise
10-16-2005, 07:35 PM
I think Jenny was right. This girl IS borderline retarded.

I never met an IQ that impressed me between the sheets. However, I do understand the underlying theme to our conversation last night. When she looked at me dazed and confused after I said "Well, I don't have to pay you" I knew at that point in time I wasn't dealing with a member of the local Mensa establishment. Neverthless, I don't set out to hit the SC in search for that woman who stimulates my mind to no end. ;) She may not be the shiniest ball in the bag but she does this little trick where she sucks herself through a garden hose. It's quite brilliant actually.

Jenny? Right? hrmph.

Of everything I put in that TR I am actually most excited about Ms. M now working 5 minutes away. That's hot. :P

Chili Palmer
10-16-2005, 09:11 PM
Sometimes, G-d just doesn't want you to get a lapdance...

So, I have to travel back to LA to sign some papers, and as I am driving in on the 10, I decide to make a "little" detour down the 15 to the 60 and give the HT a quick visit. In the time I started revisiting this club, I've made a number of regulars and hopefully one, or many of them for that matter, will be there. It's a fucken Friday, after all.

It takes me about 5 hours to head from downtown Phoenix to the 60/71 interchange, about a 340 mile journey. From that point forward, the last 15 miles to club took one hour and 20 minutes to finally arrive at the club, exhausted and more than a little annoyed. Some fuckwad apparently blocked the 60 westbound at the 605, and traffic was a crawl all the way in. Unfuckenbelievable. Instead of hitting the club at 7:30, it's now 8:30 and I am pissed off. At least I still have some free passes, so I hand one to the doorman after a cursory patdown and take a leak and a seat (in that order). About a dozen PLs in the house, and prolly a like amount of dancers. I pay for my frosty mug of Coke, sit back and try to enjoy the show.

Of course, none of my regulars are to be found. A parade of chubbys, skinnys, and a couple who were okay but just not my type (a very tall, thin dancer wearing braces and a ridiculous (but in a good way) little schoolgirl outfit was the only one that gave me even a touch of Pluckosis. I get asked at least 2-3 times by every dancer in the joint (I don't mind; it's their job), but I am not buying a lap just for the sake of buying a lap. At one point, the DJ asks "Terry" to come to the front, and there is a sense of urgency in his voice. A few minutes later a couple of LA County Sheriff's deputies are wandering around. Any mileage possibility has now officially dropped to Bare Elegance level. I am a definite bounce out; there's still time to drive over to SRI to rescue my night.

Except that every single police car from the Industry substation has apparently been mobilized to quell this one perp. I counted: there were no less than nine police cars, one fire truck, one fire captain's SUV and one ambulance scattered all over the tiny parking lot. You'd have thought Dunkin' Donuts was giving away free cruellers, there were so many http://www.zbone.com/images/lapd.gif hanging around, looking busy. Of course, they are blocking me and could not care less about that fact. "It'll be just a few minutes, sir," said one deputy, in that tone that tells you when he says "sir," he actually means, "Why don't you just rot in hell you sick little perv?"

Finally, 15 minutes later, the ambulance blocking me closes its doors and I am able to get out of the lot and roll to SRI. I note the list by the doorman has about 15 names on it.

Remember when a Friday at SRI meant a minimum of 30 dancers? I sure do <sigh>. As I walk in and take a seat by the DJ booth, I scan the place. Busy, but not crazy busy, but then it usually gets fast and furious here after 11 PM. I spot a stunning brunette who instantly gives me the chills, but she turns away from me and starts walking down the back of the club. Fuck! Unbelievably, she makes an entire circuit and not one person has said to a lap from her. Maybe my luck is changing. She spots me, smiles and gives me a nice hug. "Do you remember me?" Remarkably, I do not, so I ask her name. "Jennifer."

Ahh, now it comes back to me. Here's the deal with Jennifer. Apparently, a few months back, I wrote a rather favorable review of her. I've actually received more back channel about her than any other dancer I've written about except for the lamentably AWOL Siren from DVNH. I honestly don't remember what I wrote, but it must have been a doozy. SO now I am going to lap just based on my Bourne Identity reviews of her. No worries: she's an exotic Latina (Columbian?) brunette with curves in all the right places, a deep accent and a body and a booty that won't quit. In other words, the archetype http://www.zbone.com/images/hotpep.gif dancer.

The DJ takes this opportunity to announce a 3-for-1 nude special, so no VIP room yet. We take time to get reacquainted, and I am remembering why I liked Jennifer so much. Another 3-for-1 nude, then a 2-for-1. Finally, during the fourth special, we head to the VIP and wait for the special to end. When it does, the lights go out, her clothes come off and all the lame Phoenix laps are a distant memory. We do two VIP sets, I pay her $400 (the 3 nudes, plus two VIPs, plus a tip) and I leave with a big ol' grin on my face. A total GFE experience with a satisfying finish. If I were staying in LA, we'd be OTCing next week. Damn.

Boys, take it from me. If LA turns into Phoenix vis-a-vis lapdancing ordinances, you're gonna regret not taking advantage while you could. Get your lap on while you can.

C (and sometimes He comes through big time) P http://www.zbone.com/images/hotpep.gif

Richard_Head
10-16-2005, 09:20 PM
LOL MW, just when I thought I heard it all you write about the RIL dancer.

Nice TR CP, I figured you'd be Jones'n for LA in short order.

Katrine
10-16-2005, 09:26 PM
I never met an IQ that impressed me between the sheets.

Whaaaa....you've met me and my IQ, although we didn't quit make it to the sheets. Its hard to calculate astrophysics permutations when my booty is chafed. At least Frazier seemed impressed with my AQ...guess what the A stands for????:P

Moneywise
10-17-2005, 04:33 AM
At least Frazier seemed impressed with my AQ...guess what the A stands for????:P

I was highly impressed with your AQ (Ass, Anal, whateva). I prefer to call it your OQ though. Thinking about it brings me to tears every time. :P

Moneywise
10-17-2005, 06:03 AM
My Yahoo horoscope for today goes a little something like this.


Overview: They're far too impulsive for you to even consider a long-term relationship. Right? Well, if it weren't for the fact that they've already made their way into your heart, that might actually be true. But now what?


Daily extended (by Astrology.com)
After just a few more hours of thinking of this person as impulsive, impetuous and totally irresponsible, you'll be afforded with the chance to see them in an entirely different light. Ready or not, here comes a side of them you'd have bet didn't exist: a responsible, respectable and diligent streak. Sure, it's a surprise, but hey -- haven't you sprung a few surprises on more than one or two people in your time here on Planet Number Three? Oh, sure you have .... Your first impulse will be to walk right by the emotional storm you can, not just see, but smell brewing. Of course, everyone who knows you will lay odds that you absolutely won't do that. You can't. It's not in your nature. The individuals who are currently giving you those 'help us' glances from across the room know that, too. Oh, well. Why fight it? Stroll right over there and ask if there's anything you can do to help. -

Pretty hilarious. ::)

Katrine
10-17-2005, 02:30 PM
I was highly impressed with your AQ (Ass, Anal, whateva). I prefer to call it your OQ though. Thinking about it brings me to tears every time. :P

I had a really cute South African custy last week who told me it was so fantastic, I should have it bronzed.

So...anyone here know of a good ass bronzer???:O