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jbgoode
10-17-2005, 02:34 PM
CP,

Did you ever figure exactly what was going on at HT that night? Didn't sound like a raid. Was it someone having too much fun in the VIP (thus the ambulance)? Anyway, I was there Saturday night, and all appeared normal to me.

jbg

Moneywise
10-17-2005, 05:04 PM
I know of a good ass bronzer named Frazier. I'm sending this from my new Palm Treo 650 btw. Now I can stay abreast of all the important SCJ business... lol (still @ work)

Moneywise
10-19-2005, 07:04 AM
So I stopped by the club 5 minutes away last night with plans to simply enter, havea drink, look to see if Ms. M is in the house, and bounce. Things never seem to turn out as planned... }:D

I strolled in and found the club population to be that of a typical off night. The manager spots me and comes over to chat me up. We talked about the other night and I specifically asked him how Ms. M did. He said she did well, very chatty, friendly, very cool individual. That sounds like her. It was her first night and I was interested in knowing how things went for her. He and I talked about the hurricane and how displaced dancers from the ravaged area had relocated to our little slice of pie. He then pointed out three new dancers to me. One, of which, sparked my interest. I kept that to myself of course.

After he leaves I am intent on getting up and walking out the door 10 minutes in. Out of the blue walks this hot assed little Texas treat named Ms. N. Now, she said they had given her a dancer name that she didn't care for. It starts with a T. She refuses to respond to it and uses her real name (or so she says ::) ). This girl had a smile that would just paralyze you. I wanted so badly to say "I really have to go" but I couldn't. Her smile, her personality, her sense of humor. She was working me for dances (very successfully). Her Texas twang was distincted and I loved it.

She orders this tall drink in a large glass. "What's that" I ask. "It's a jaegerbomb on the rocks" she says. DAMN. Now, I know a couple of people that drink that stuff and all of then have been well acquainted with shitfaced on an occasion or two. I can't mess with that. I prefer to sip on my Vodka and enjoy the manageable buzz that accompanies it. This girl was hot and feisty. We got to talking about Areas of Texas and I found she had just relocated to my area after the damage Hurricane Rita did to her home. She's living with another dancer from here that evacuated he her area back when Dennis hit. The hurricanes sorta brought the two of them together.

According to her she has only been dancing for a couple of weeks. (yum) }:D

MW: Let's go get a dance or two.

N: (surprised) really. ok.

Three dances later I am thinking about how beautiful this girl is. She has that "try anything" attitude which tickes my fancy. The dances consisted of losts of mutual touching, stick shifting both with her hands and her mouth through my khakis, nipple offering & approval, soft caresses of my upper body. "You workout don't you" she says. "Well, yeah I do regularly" I say as my head swells to immeasurable proportions. She's really getting int otouching me and the bouncer happens to like me for whatever reason so I reciprocate. I like what's happening but want to take it further. I'm an impulse guy and when you do it for me you get the prize.

I then asked if she wanted to take it to the "other room". She obliges and I drop one small on her to get a bottle and as much time with her privately as I want. Actually it lasts about as long as it takes you both to devour the bottle...so I sip..haha

The dances became progressively closer with her practically sucking Frazier through my pants... She would look up at me while the tip was in her mouth and give me the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. This was a real turn on. The Champagne room is very secluded. This allows the opportunity to really get to know one another physically. She kept turning around and backing her ass up to grind Frazier into my spine. She worked it like a pro. I took the opportunity, while she was bent over with her back arched, and ran my fingers along the inside of her thong. Her back arched even further as if to approve. I then ran my fingers down until they rubbed right up against her outer folds. Had someone walked in they would not have known where my hand was. I'm not into getting any dancers in trouble you know. :angel:

She couldn't have been a day over 24 and very feisty. I think the feistiness was a major turn on too. She then turned around and mounted me CG. Although any reach around exploration would be seen by anyone approaching she took my hand and placed it on her ass. I'm thinking to myself "there's no need to encourage me" :P. However, I follow her lead and slip a couple of fingers underneath the cloth that protects her naughty bits from the harsh harsh world. She reciprocates by trying to give me the biggest hickie ever. Hickie? That's childs play.. But it felt soooo good.

5 or so dances later we're talking while she gets herself together.

MW: That was nice. Very nice.

N: Thank you. I enjoyed it too. You had better come back to see me.

MW: How am I supposed to know you're working? I don't come here very often.

N: Well, if you see the little white tracker you know I am here.

MW: Ahh ok.

N: Or you can call me.

MW: Really now.

N: Yes. I have a cell phone.

I then pull out the communicator, create a spot for her, and give it to her to enter her digits.

N: You had better call me!

Now, I am thinking that she doesn't have to insist I do anything. I will most definitely be back to see her again. Now I have this slight dilemma. Ms. M whom I am looking to try and cultivate, works with Ms. N in a club 5 minutes away. My old stomping grounds might have to take a backseat for awhile.

MW

SportsWriter2
10-19-2005, 07:33 AM
I then pull out the communicator, create a spot for her, and give it to her to enter her digits...

Do the right thing, MW. Take her OTC so she doesn't get arrested and jailed. Show Ev you have a heart.

On second thought, I think you should get Ms M and Ms N into each other through you. :P

SeppeSai
10-19-2005, 04:20 PM
then pull out the communicator, create a spot for her, and give it to her to enter her digits.


I'd be scared to see such a prime piece of technology in the hands of a drunken stripper coming down off the MW Buzz. ;)

SportsWriter2
10-21-2005, 07:54 PM
Update: Next time I brought my nipple sucking device, a sawed-off child's plastic medicine syringe. I slid two O-rings onto the barrel, sucked up the left nipple and slid one ring onto the base of the shaft. Then I did the right. They stayed up for the next 30 minutes with no signs of slipping. It was a personal best for the dancer, and she was a happy girl. :)

Here's an update from the 9/16/05 TR:

The plumbing O-rings were black - not quite the look I wanted. Plus they were too tight. One day in CVS I found Scunci colored silicon rubber bands in assorted sizes, mostly tiny to small. I brought in the tiny size in red and slightly larger in yellow. We ended up wrapping the yellow around the barrel twice. They're a little tight, and her nipple shafts turned purple in 20 minutes, but it looked colorful and hot. I gave her half the original bag to experiment with. She needs just enough tension to keep the nipple shaft up without turning it purple.

I'll share the results in a couple of weeks. This trick isn't just for inverted nipples. It makes any nipple shaft longer.

Safety note: We wrapped the red around the barrel twice and they were waaay too tight. They hurt her right away, and you cannot roll them off dry, but you can suck them off wet.

SeppeSai
10-21-2005, 07:59 PM
Your adventures never fail to make me smile, Sporty. Keep on truckin'. :)

Moneywise
10-22-2005, 06:25 PM
Alright. So I worked 4 hours today. My place of employment happens to be over in the same town as my old stomping grounds. After work I stopped by the spot at around 3:30 this afternoon. There were 3 customers at the bar and zero dancers on stage. I wasn't expecting anything more than a drink and a smile. P's GF is a bartender. She looked at me surprised and asked me what I was doing there at this time of the day. "I heard this was where the party was at" I replied. The place opened at 3pm and it wasn't until 3:45 before they finally had roll call..lol

I ordered the usual and gave her a twenty. She went to the register, made change, and gave me four fives back. I smiled and she smiled back. Don't even ask. :P I try not to ever think of her as anything more than P's GF. She's piping hot but that's about as far as the thought process goes.

P's GF left her perch behind the bar (two tenders working) and took a seat next to me. We shot the shit for a few minutes and she complained about how unprofessional the day shift is. The manager was behind the bar checking his watch saying "they don't want to piss me off". I lean over and tell her "I bet he's a big softie". She nods in agreement. Roll call consisted of 4 girls, one of which rolled out of the DR still applying lotion to her body on stage (straight tacky). I cracked up laughing. P's GF didn't find her antics funny at all. She's a bit of a firecracker if you know what I mean.

I finished my drink, said my goodbyes, and hit the door. Change for a twenty and complimentary drink. That's better than any corner convenience store.

I'm on my way back out right now. My first stop will be the club 5 minutes away. Hopefully Ms. M and Ms. N are both working. I could have some fun with that.

Moneywise
10-23-2005, 07:17 PM
part 1 of 2

“No surprises in the booth”



I set out last night to make a visit to a couple of spots. P called me Friday to find out if I was going to stop by. I said yes although I knew there might possibly be some plans in the works with a friend of mine. Those plans came through and I was a no-show Friday.



I did, however, redeem myself nicely last night. I initially set out to hit the club around the corner. I could really get used to the new “let him in” treatment the manager there has been giving me. I pull up and park. As I walk towards the door the manager and a couple of the bouncers are standing nearby mingling outside. They acknowledge my existence as a SC luvin fool and peer in behind me to tell the girl at the register to let me by. I didn’t see him do it so I went to pay. “You’re good” she says.



There’s no Ms. M or Ms. N tonight. As a matter of fact there are only 6 girls in the place on a Saturday night. The state fair is ongoing right now. That’s usually the big draw until it closes up at midnight. Ms. J slips up next to me while I am not looking and says hi. She has this cute little french maid/lady marmalade getup going on. This week the club adopted some new dress codes. Bouncers will wear shirts & ties & the waitresses will wear the hemp wear. I could tell Ms. J didn’t like it but I complimented her on the sexiness of those black fishnet leggings. Off she went to take another order. Not even 2 seconds later some dancer that looks as if she isn’t a day past high school graduation snuggles up next to me. She introduces herself and we chat for a bit. I’ll call her Ms. T. I’m usually pretty quick to give the cold shoulder if I don’t want to waste minutes of my life talking with you. Time is so valuable you know. She was well worth the time and some. Damn. What is it with these 19 year olds hitting me up??? She had long straight sandy blonde hair with a tantalizing smile and a body to die for. Ms. J strolls back by and compliments Ms. T on her great boobs. They weren’t large by any means but they were very adequate and 19yr old perky. Sheeshhh Ms. J is standing there talking about how much money I can spend when I am in the mood and about how she made XXX amount of dollars in ten minutes one night. Apparently I made her night… blah blah blah. At this point I am thinking. Shut the hell up. Don’t ruin my approach with Ms. T. Too late. Damage done. So we go to the LD room and I get a couple of dances from Ms. T. Nothing special but the body on this girl more than made up for any deficiencies in the dancing department. After a couple I tell her I will be back at the bar and she goes to the stage.



Her stage set was so fucking sexy. Unlike the other girls that like the up tempo style for the most part, Ms. T was into the slow sexy style on stage. That was all it took. Afterwards she stopped back by and sat with me at the bar. Off to the Champagne room we went. It was actually the only place where they would turn their collective heads and let her drink. So I let her devour most of the champagne as she danced for me. She began with this hot little move where she would rub her crotch while facing me with her head bent backwards. So submissive… From there she mounted me CG, then RCG, then RCG about to fall off straddling one thigh. I complimented her on her ass which compelled her to give me more rear view action. Soft caresses became opportunistic explorations. She had me wound up and the night hadn’t even really jumped off yet. 45 minutes later I am out the door.



30 minutes later I arrive at the old stomping grounds. There’s a crowd of at least 25 testosterone filled gentlemen waiting outside. I make an immediate decision to "cut in line". A few bobs, weaves, & scuse me’s later I stroll through the entryway. I didn't stop. As I strolled in I made eye contact with the busy doorman and was greeted by the manager. Ms. L is at the bar waiting for me. I look to my right and see Ms. J chatting up a custy. I ordered some drinks for P and I. Ms. L has a welcomed knack for forgetting that there should be something added to the alcohol in a mixed drink. P walks up to me at the bar and daps me up. After handing him his drink I am off to quickly survey the club. There was a hint of strangeness in the air. I knew it was going to be yet another interesting night.



The club is hopping tonight and is especially rowdy with at least 30 frat boys in attendance. The view from the booth is great. P and I catch up on things and then it begins. In walks this petite little blonde waitress. I mentioned her during my last TR. She’s not yet 21 & I might have told her I would buy her a drink whenever she brought us drinks and let her drink it in the booth with us. P had an out of town visitor on this night that I had met awhile ago. When I say petite I mean I could probably pick her up and twirl her with one arm. That’s fucking hot. Petite and shapely… “4 shots of Petron” I said to her with a wink of approval. Ten minutes later she makes her way back with the shots. We all toast and chug. I was in a drinking mood and this would only be the beginning. About thirty minutes later she comes back up. “4 more shots of Petron” Off she goes only to return a few minutes later with 4 more shots. Round two goes down nice & easy. Everyone’s loving me because I am the moneyman on this night..lol Hell, I just felt like some social drinking. After the second shot the out of towner disappears for awhile. The waitress remains in the booth. In steps Ms. J. The chain of events that began to occur cannot be typed out on a message board. Only pictures would tell the story. Actually I did find the time to snap a pic of P and Ms. J together in one shot but wouldn’t dare post it for fear of breaking the rules of netiquette.

Moneywise
10-23-2005, 07:18 PM
part 2 of 2

To summarize… between the four of us there was lots of mutual touching going on. It was a very playful atmosphere but also very much on the intimate side of things. P is just a plain joker and a half. I can also be a joker on occasion. At one point in time P had Ms. J in sort of a standing 69 (yes. exactly as you can imagine) He has his face buried in her crotch and I am standing facing him with her ass sandwiched between us. I reach up and slip her thong to the side. I guess you could call it 70. All of this was a bit too much for the cute lil waitress. She left but did, of course reappear about 15 minutes later. Round # 3 of Petron was going down. After we all took our perspective gulps P instructs me to “press play on this one if that one ends before I get back”. What do I look like? Substitute DJ?



The waitress makes her way back up and is now standing leaned against Frazier as I am seated in a stool. P decides to pull stand-up comedian on me and says to her:



“That guy aint no joke girl. He’s hung like a horse. I heard it through the vine. Dude is hung like a stallion.” This was all being said while he made eye contact with me and cracked up laughing. He was serious and I couldn’t help but think of Ms. J and how informative she was to him of our night together.



In steps some girl accompanied by some guy. The girl is like heyyyy P what’s uppp. He introduces both me and the waitress to them. The next thing I know she has jumped into P’s arms and is straddling him in a standing missionary position. Wild..plain wild. After she leaves he is like man she’s bad bad news. He then goes on to tell me she wanted to get with him awhile ago and he almost did until he found out she was on a website with loads of the milky white stuff splattered all over her face. Wanna know who she is? PM me and I will send you her link. I’m not going to paste it here. This girl has actually made her claim to fame in the worst way. I just couldn’t believe it until he showed me the website and I saw the same girl that was just in the booth on the page wearing a milky mask.



Off he goes…



Luckily he made it back in time because something in the booth made me totally forget his wishes. I had been flirting with the cute lil waitress throughout the night. Now she was in the booth and didn’t want to leave. Suddenly we had the booth to ourselves and I was feeling freaky. As she leaned out over the equipment on her tippy toes and looked out onto the stage area I walked up behind her and begin to caress her back. I then gave her a soft massage and reached around to give her love box a bit of digital attention. The DJ booth is full of mirrors which allowed me to see her face. Her eyes were closed and she was really getting into it. I looked out into the crowd and some lady was looking at us as if to say “what the hell are they doing”. It was written all over her face. I then began to grind Frazier against her cute little ass. Her back arched which allowed me to bend my knees and really grind up into her. To be totally frank I felt like a teenager for a quick moment. You remember that night you went home with a gigantic smile on your face but the largest case of blue balls on record. Just as we are really getting into each other P makes his way back into the booth. He spots us and laughs. I then go immediately into “let’s see how far we can take this” mode. Keep in mind, there are only two waitresses working tonight and she has now been in the booth for a good 45 minutes. Pat is like let us see your pussy. She replies “How much money do you have”. That’s the wrong thing to say to me. I pull out a roll of twenties and dislodge one. Here you go. She then pulls her waitress getup down far enough for us to see a beautifully bald snatch. This girl is so damned hot and seeing her naughty bits made Frazier a bit taller.



P then asks: (and she responds)

Have you ever had anal? No

Have you ever been with another girl? Yes

Have you ever watched a porno? Yes

Have you ever made a porno? Yes



That last answer almost made me lose control of all bodily functions. Just as I am about to give her a twenty to bend over naked in comes the beat cop and the out of town visitor.



We all shoot the shit for a bit and before long the lights are coming on. As P and I make our way out of the club we chat up the waitress who is busy cleaning tables. Apparently she got in trouble. We just told her to chill. It was no big deal and the manager is very moody. I told her it was nice drinking with her and that I look forward to the next time. She smiled and I bounced. I didn’t get one lap dance on this night at the old stomping grounds. There was too much going on in the booth to even consider it.

You know how they say a SC can get a married man wound up which can tend to improve his sexual relatinos with the wifey. Well, although I am not tied down yet, I did visit my FF at about 3:45am this morning. ;)

evan_essence
10-23-2005, 08:10 PM
Do the right thing, MW. Take her OTC so she doesn't get arrested and jailed. Show Ev you have a heart.

On second thought, I think you should get Ms M and Ms N into each other through you. :PNah, neither is retarded enough to be worth pursuit. Stick with the pr0n star waitress for the highest ROI. Let's review the evidence so far. Drinking underage. Lengthy neglect of her job duties. VIP level action in the booth for a twenty. Now that's retarded cubed. ::)

-Ev

SportsWriter2
10-23-2005, 08:25 PM
Now that's retarded cubed. ::)
Let's say she had an IQ of 5, barely a functioning brain stem. Cube that and you have 125, more than enough to graduate summa from FSU.

$20 for cookie flashing is generous. It's part of the free intro hustle in clubs around here.

Moneywise
10-23-2005, 08:42 PM
Nah, neither is retarded enough to be worth pursuit. Stick with the pr0n star waitress for the highest ROI. Let's review the evidence so far. Drinking underage. Lengthy neglect of her job duties. VIP level action in the booth for a twenty. Now that's retarded cubed. ::)

-Ev

zzz

Is this the blue site or the fuschia site? Lately it has been so confusing. ::)

Don't expect any choir boy recounts of how a blue baller was taken to the bank and led to the ATM but some dreamy dancer. I'm sure if you looked hard enough you could find plenty of that if you venture up those pink stairs on the right.

When I venture into a SC I am not looking for IQs. ;)

Moneywise
10-23-2005, 08:54 PM
Nah, neither is retarded enough to be worth pursuit. Stick with the pr0n star waitress for the highest ROI.



A little cultivation and a few benjamins works wonders on even the most unlikely "entertainer". It's really more about the point at which no becomes yes. Everyone has a different threshold. Today I just paid my rent and 1 small equals no. Three weeks from now my rent is due and the moeny I saved for it is up my nose. Now 1 to 2 small (spit or swallow) suddenly doesn't sound like such a bad deal.

This is a the TR thread though. Perhaps we could take this little conversation elsewhere. There's a real barnburner going called "for those who think.." ::) Let's take it over there and leave the TR thread to continue basking in it's own glory.

evan_essence
10-24-2005, 04:17 AM
Let's say she had an IQ of 5, barely a functioning brain stem. Cube that and you have 125, more than enough to graduate summa from FSU.Yeah, okay, ya got me. I was fairly good at math but it bored me to death. I meant the cubed root of retarded. Kinda like this guy's theory (http://www.timecube.com/).


$20 for cookie flashing is generous. It's part of the free intro hustle in clubs around here.Oh, forgive me. I was counting the grinding of Frazier into the equation, but technically I guess you're right. $20 for the flash. Followup grind for free. Unless you think she would have asked for more money if P hadn't returned to interupt her momentum.


Don't expect any choir boy recounts of how a blue baller was taken to the bank and led to the ATM but some dreamy dancer. I'm sure if you looked hard enough you could find plenty of that if you venture up those pink stairs on the right.Damn, you're touchy. What precisely did I say that you think is inaccurate? You disagree that the pr0n waitress won't be the highest ROI? I'm just sayin'. I think if that's what you're looking for, she's the one to invest in. Cripes, you boys can look down your noses at SC employee flakiness, but I can't? And I would think bagging a waitress would be an extra proud achievement since she's not initially marketing herself that way.


Do the right thing, MW. Take her OTC so she doesn't get arrested and jailed. Show Ev you have a heart.
Let's take it over there and leave the TR thread to continue basking in it's own glory.Dahlinks, if you don't want me to fly into this thread on my broomstick, don't invoke my name in it. K?

-Ev

Moneywise
10-24-2005, 05:10 AM
Dahlinks, if you don't want me to fly into this thread on my broomstick, don't invoke my name in it. K?

-Ev

Funny, I don't remember mentioning your name in the TR. ::)

Dahlink I was referring to, which by the way would be a great dumping ground for your stimulating line of thought, is right here. (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=55472&page=14#post618332)

Do I agree with you? As I stated, I don't go into SCs with IQs on the mind. Touchy? Well, if I didn't already know what the pink site was all about which, for the most part, is dancers on pedestals looking down on other dancers that make their living in a different manner, then I wouldn't have had any reason to reply to your response downstairs here in the basement where the critters dwell.

Last time I checked this was the TR thread where the proud, testosterone filled, hairy chested custys tell their tales to those with like experiences. It's usually a pretty chill thread. I won't speak for everyone, just yours truly. I happen to like it that way.

Jenny
10-24-2005, 05:28 AM
This is a the TR thread though. Perhaps we could take this little conversation elsewhere. There's a real barnburner going called "for those who think.." ::) Let's take it over there and leave the TR thread to continue basking in it's own glory.
Oooh. Now the big, tough boys have to invoke "the rules" so the girls don't mess up the game. CO - this is what happened to self moderation.

Moneywise
10-24-2005, 05:53 AM
Oooh. Now the big, tough boys have to invoke "the rules" so the girls don't mess up the game.

Mess up the game? LOL

If anything, all I see is disgust in the form of prose. As I stated before, this thread has traditionally not been about the back and forth discussion that occurs elsewhere. It sounds as though you could use a little self moderation.


CO - this is what happened to self moderation.

Bad, bad example. Let's point at the vaunted "for all those who think" thread that was appropriately closed by JZ, and then reopened due to "circumstances beyond his control". ;) Lame

plmoneysponge
10-24-2005, 06:36 AM
Wow! Just finished reading way too many pages of this thread and I've gotta say, you boys are good writers and have lots of imagination. Sure at times storylines may lean too far to the bravado side or too far to the PL side, but this barely even registers as annoying when compared with the occasional lengthy debates over the actions of one of the characters.

And before launching flames at me with the typical insecure whiny "its the truth, you are just in denial...wah wah wah...." just hold on to your gargantuan penii for a second.

One of the qualities of these sorts of stories, much like a Penthouse Forum story once was, is not knowing exactly which parts are truth, fiction, or both. Fiction tends to have better descriptions, character development, drama, etc. generally not found in straight up documentary style non-fiction. Take for example reality TV. Such shows actually have teams of writers developing plotlines. Do these events actually happen? Sure. Is much of the reality hidden to suggest a fictional plotline? Yes. The spectrum of documented truth vs. completely imagination generated stories is far from a black or white choice when telling tales in an anonymous forum. Compare this to aspd, which is so repulsively without emotion when describing paid sex encounters, that I find it difficult to read and also very boring. Or take at the other end - painfully pathetic tales such as the Bianca or Sixty yawn and cringer blatherings.

Personally I'll keep precisely what I believe to be truth or fiction to myself. To ridicule fictional (but presented as "truth") stories stifles the imagination of the author. As long as no known person is a character, go for it and have fun.

I would like to see a little more variety in plotlines among the various authors. Certainly a few tragic face plants by the most bravado storytellers would be fun, and vice versa for the generally tragic storytellers.

All in all a fun read and I certainly plan to contribute, the PC vice and PL fragility notwithstanding.

[When I was 12 I found these old Penthouses my dad had in the garage and WAY enjoyed the forum stories. I bought the mag recently and the stories were very lame. Hopefully this explains my persepective....the "trauma" I suffered....hahaha upon reading old Penthouse letters as an adolescent. Anyone know if there is a compilation of the older stories? Different thread....sorry...]

Moneywise
10-24-2005, 06:45 AM
Wow! Just finished reading way too many pages of this thread and I've gotta say, you boys are good writers and have lots of imagination. Sure at times storylines may lean too far to the bravado side or too far to the PL side, but this barely even registers as annoying when compared with the occasional lengthy debates over the actions of one of the characters.

And before launching flames at me with the typical insecure whiny "its the truth, you are just in denial...wah wah wah...." just hold on to your gargantuan penii for a second.

One of the qualities of these sorts of stories, much like a Penthouse Forum story once was, is not knowing exactly which parts are truth, fiction, or both. Fiction tends to have better descriptions, character development, drama, etc. generally not found in straight up documentary style non-fiction. Take for example reality TV. Such shows actually have teams of writers developing plotlines. Do these events actually happen? Sure. Is much of the reality hidden to suggest a fictional plotline? Yes. The spectrum of documented truth vs. completely imagination generated stories is far from a black or white choice when telling tales in an anonymous forum. Compare this to aspd, which is so repulsively without emotion when describing paid sex encounters, that I find it difficult to read and also very boring. Or take at the other end - painfully pathetic tales such as the Bianca or Sixty yawn and cringer blatherings.

Personally I'll keep precisely what I believe to be truth or fiction to myself. To ridicule fictional (but presented as "truth") stories stifles the imagination of the author. As long as no known person is a character, go for it and have fun.

I would like to see a little more variety in plotlines among the various authors. Certainly a few tragic face plants by the most bravado storytellers would be fun, and vice versa for the generally tragic storytellers.

All in all a fun read and I certainly plan to contribute, the PC vice and PL fragility notwithstanding.

Your reply, in and of itself, was a pleasure to read. Welcome btw. A response of that nature given from the heart without any additional agendas attached is always a true pleasure. Hey, I know I don't write what everyone may want to see and I also know some of the crap I tend to divulge here can seem a bit beyond the normal realm of imagination. I'll never defend it. I'll just write it as it happens. Some trips I never write about because either they're too boring or the same ol same ol happened. If you go back far enough you'll probably get some laughs out of reading most of my earlier TRs. Had I not found the blue site I would still be stuck in that "does she really like me" mode. ;D

plmoneysponge
10-24-2005, 07:28 AM
...stuck in that "does she really like me" mode. ;D

You would be amazed at how many girl custies have the same experience...perhaps even worse. Hey, I've been there, but shit... those experiences gave me my ROB edge }:D . Once you've completely rejected the posibility of any emotional connections, you join aspd, move to Houston, and spend all free time and money at the closest spa in mechanical, and not even depraved sex encounters.

So please, no need to affirm the truth of your tales to me. I never said I didn't believe you. ;)

I should post one of the pathetic times I was snared by some awesome stripper shit as a custy. BITCH! I loved it. .... She was some serious method actress byatch.

SportsWriter2
10-24-2005, 07:33 AM
Hey, I know I don't write what everyone may want to see and I also know some of the crap I tend to divulge here can seem a bit beyond the normal realm of imagination. I'll never defend it. I'll just write it as it happens.

For me, the fun part of going to a club is never knowing what's going to happen. The best fun is surreal, but hey, maybe that's just me.

doc-catfish
10-24-2005, 08:13 AM
I would like to see a little more variety in plotlines among the various authors. Certainly a few tragic face plants by the most bravado storytellers would be fun, and vice versa for the generally tragic storytellers.
Hey now, I shit myself in a strip club's parking lot. The way I look at it, there's nowhere to go but up. Well, I suppose that I could get robbed.
:eek::shoot:

They always say that tragedy breeds comedy. I've tried writing upbeat happy TR's and well.....they're about as interesting as a news story about an airplane that lands safely without incident. When things are that right, I'm kind of at a loss for words.

Jenny
10-24-2005, 09:19 AM
Mess up the game? LOL

If anything, all I see is disgust in the form of prose. As I stated before, this thread has traditionally not been about the back and forth discussion that occurs elsewhere. It sounds as though you could use a little self moderation.


Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I suppose I went and took all that dialogue about how much you guys hate the pinky moderation, and "pinky" attitude of "Look, I just don't think that kind of conversation is appropriate in here; please remove yourself and such thoughts from this vicinity immediately" all seriously. I mean you guys have certainly talked about it enough. I didn't realize it was all just bullshit posturing.

Sorry. My bad.

JC2006
10-24-2005, 09:28 AM
Hmm, I thought this was the Trip Reports thread, not the Drama thread.

Richard_Head
10-24-2005, 09:38 PM
Okay, enough drama, how about a TR?

PART I (of II)
I drove out to San Diego last week to spend a couple of days with some friends for my birthday, there were some tentative plans to hit Tijuana for some fun but that never panned out. I did decide to stop in Las Vegas on my way back, it's a little bit out of the way but WTH, of course this led to some SC fun.

Seeing as I was flying solo and had no one to answer to I decided on a Wednesday night visit to the Crazy Horse Too. What can I say, I love that place. I got there about 9PM and grabbed a seat at the bar, the place was pretty dead at this point. Of course I scanned the room for Ms VATF (Ms Vegas All Time Favorite) or her sister but once again it was to no avail, I haven't seen either in quite some time and got the feeling they would not be seen from again.

As I'm sitting at the bar an older blonde sauntered over and started chatting me up, this lead to the "wanna dance" question to which I replied "No, thank you", to which she replied "well can I at least have a dollar then?", I laughed and said "No", to her credit her reply was a simply "well it can't hurt to try can it?" at which point she moved on.

It didn't take long for the place to fill up, I'd guess every table in the main room was full by 11PM, there were also tons of girls working (not bad for a Wednesday night). As I'm sitting at the bar I notice a hot blonde (I'll call her Ms B) from a previous trip making her way over (the girl I was smitten with on my last visit if you recall my last Vegas TR), when she noticed me she gave me a big smile and welcomed me back (it's always good to be recognized), she then asked if I wanted to get some dances (does the sun set in the west?), of course I did so we found a secluded corner and she gave two very good dances and then asked if I would like to take it back to the VIP for some more fun (does the sun rise in the east?). Ms. B is maybe 5'6", long blonde hair, gorgeous face, perfectly done DD's, slim, tonned, great ass, she's in her mid 20's, she is HOT, HOT, HOT! She is also damn good at her job, very personable, great dances, she kept me busy for an hour and I enjoyed every second of it.

When those dances were done I headed back out to the main room and just roamed a bit until I spot another drop dead gorgeous blonde, very tanned, very toned, again perfectly done DD's, I made my move and asked her if she could dance for me, she looked at me and replied "maybe", my response was "okay", then she explained that she "only dances in the VIP room", I again responded "okay" as I walked in the other direction. I don't care how hot she is, she's not getting VIP dances from me without a test drive first (I would think that would be true of many others too, but who knows, it must work for her).

So I was roaming again, it didn't take long for a personable little asian girl to stop me, she was maybe 5'2", long dark hair, perky BA, nice ass, smooth tan skin, she said I'd better grab her now because "she's very popular", she said she was from Thailand but usually doesn't tell people that anymore because she is sick of guys telling her about how they got whores in Thailand to spend a whole week with them for $5, so usually she just tells them she is from Malaysia. She seemed fun so we found a spot against the back wall for a couple of dances, they were very nice, highly interactive, so I decided to take it back to the VIP room for some more fun, it was even more interactive back there. I had spent enough money at this point and decided to call it a night, damn I love Vegas.

Richard_Head
10-24-2005, 09:47 PM
PART II (of II)

Thursday night, still in Vegas, I got tired of losing my ass at the Black Jack table (where they now refer to me as "Mr 14" at the Sahara) so I decide to hit another SC. Since I was at CH2 the previous night I decided to try somewhere different so off I went to the Spearmint Rhino. I got there about 8:30PM, paid the $30 cover charge (WTF?) and found plenty of open seats (which is why I went so early).

I turn down a few girls with the "I just got here" line and then spot a striking brunette across the room, she looked a familiar but it was dark and she was too far away to tell if I knew her, I watched as she worked the room, she got no bites and made her way closer to my table and lo and behold it was Ms VATF2 (the sister of Ms VATF), this was a pleasant surprise as I hadn't seen her in about 1 1/2 years (when she was at CH2), we caught up on things for a bit (found out that Ms VATF now also works here, although not on this night), she then gave me a couple of dances on the main floor, they were as good as a I had remembered so we head back to the 1/2 hr VIP room. Ms VATF2, is about 5'7", long brunette hair, long legs, flat tonned stomach, great ass, she's half Vietnamese and half caucasian and in her early 30's. The dances were very interactive, lots of mutual contact (or so I thought), I found it a bit interesting when she commented on how well behaved I was, she even said "your mother did a good job with you" (I'm guessing I won't pass that compliment on to Mom), I just found this odd because my hands were freely roaming the entire time. Anyways, when the first 1/2 hour ended I decided to extend it for another 1/2 hour, again more of the same. We exchanged contact info for future visits and then I headed out to the main room, it was very crowded at this point and I couldn't find a place to sit anywhere so I stood near the bar for a bit, the quality of the girls was very high, there were quite a few stunners working, unfortunately most were preoccupied with other PL's.

I got a few more dances from a cute brunette girl from Phoenix before running short of cash and deciding to call it a night. All in all it was a good visit to Vegas (except for the Blackjack fiasco) especially so as I was able to reconnect with Ms VATF2 (and thus Ms VATF who should be working the next time I visit), damn I love Vegas.

Moneywise
10-24-2005, 09:58 PM
Nice TR R_H. ;D I'll always have a certain fondness for that VIP room in the CH2. Vegas clubs are right up there with carrot cake & mom's own apple pie. :P

Casual Observer
10-24-2005, 10:21 PM
So please, no need to affirm the truth of your tales to me. I never said I didn't believe you.

But your blanket presumption of artificiality and fictional elements reeks of the denial that you ostensibly don't suffer from as a seasoned professional of the industry. Which is it?

I don't doubt that MW's retellings are accurate--not because they're filled with footnoted empirical evidence and photos, but because they're simply not far-fetched to anyone who knows what can and does happen between dancers and customers.

I don't post TRs for two reasons; one, because most of my trips are comparative lame which is largely by design since I'm not an extras ITC customer, though I rarely have a bad time, and two, because I have an unnerving tendency to frequent clubs where SW girls work and preserving anonymity actors and action is important.

evan_essence
10-25-2005, 05:03 AM
Last time I checked this was the TR thread where the proud, testosterone filled, hairy chested custys tell their tales to those with like experiences. It's usually a pretty chill thread. I won't speak for everyone, just yours truly. I happen to like it that way.Look, for the record, my first post was meant as a slight razz prompted by Sporty's quip, and I felt at the time, in the same general vein. That is, not to be taken too seriously. Granted, it was a little barbed, and I probably made it worse with a wordy followup to the initial reaction, but the original post wasn't meant to move through the thread like a Hooters cheeseburger triggering a sh*t storm. (Oops, I committed quippery again. Doc, don't hate me.) Anyway, I thought I was teasing. If nothing else, perhaps I should at least get credit for never reacting to these posts like they're fiction?

The end. Seacrest out.

-Ev

Moneywise
10-25-2005, 05:23 AM
Me too! Damn, we have so much in common, we should meat. :P

You make my insides tingle. :P

Moneywise
10-25-2005, 05:27 AM
If nothing else, perhaps I should at least get credit for never reacting to these posts like they're fiction?



I've got mad credit for you right here. (http://www.metareward.com/mr/Page?p=fc4&si=6137&ci=40846)

SportsWriter2
10-25-2005, 07:07 AM
Fiction tends to have better descriptions, character development, drama, etc. generally not found in straight up documentary style non-fiction.

Maybe you haven't read much non-fiction. Start with David Halberstrom or Tracy Kidder. From a writer's perspective, it's much easier to write details from reality. ::)

FBR
10-26-2005, 06:07 PM
We usually get together on Wednesdays either at the club or for a couple of drinks at TGI Fridays or whatever so the call from Miss D this afternoon wasnt a surprise. She told me she was working today and would be there at 4PM. I told her if she wants money I have to work but Id be there as close to 4 as possible.

Hit the club around 4:30'ish and grabbed a handful of Jacksons and Grants from the warchest hidden in my briefcase. Walked past the pay counter...the day manager gave me the high sign (which meant no entrance fee) but I tossed a couple of bucks in the door girls tip bucket because she is a cutie.

My usual table was open so I headed straight for it. After settling in, I glanced around looking for Miss D. I assumed since I was late she was probably back in the LD area grinding somebody. To my pleasant surprise she was sitting up at the bar and came right over as soon as she saw me :) We exchanged hugs and those fake stripper air kisses LOL In a matter of moments the waitress was there collecting our drink order. Business out of the way, we exchanged the latest on waht was going on in our lives. I have some unfortunate drama with one of my sons which I updated her on. She gave me the lo-lo on one of her classes at the university. Its her "honors students" class but those biatches are more trouble than they are worth. It was fun kickin it back and forth. I need some non-stressful non-work related conversation and I got it.

We were there for maybe 20 minutes or so and the Russian dancer, Miss K, stopped by and asked if she could join us. To be honest, I was more interested in just hangin one on one with Miss D but Im a nice guy ::) and said sure. I bought her a drink and listened as she and Miss D get into a college conversation which turned into verbal stripper jousting. Miss K was going on about what she was doing in school. Miss D was questioning every thing she said which caused Miss K to backpedal big time. It was funny in a wierd sort of way, seeing the claws come out. I have no idea if Miss K really is going to school or if it was SS. I also have no idea if Miss D was being territorial LOL As a guy who really doesnt care all that much it was fun to watch it (MrP has a name for this kind of interchange but I cant remember his exact wording).

Anyway, a new dancer was at the club tonight, Miss J. She had been working at the all nude strip club south of town but got tired of that clubs tyrannical policies and decided to try something different. Cute in a mid twenties kind of way. Long, full brown simi curly hair, nice B cups (Sporty would like her :P ) a great ass and a good personality. I chatted her up a bit when Miss D was on stage but kept it reasonable. A) Miss J has an SO which I discovered pretty quickly and B) I dont want to fuck up the Miss D OTC's LOL It was still fun though and my reserved behavior kept things calm at my table. Both Miss K and Miss J would be potentials since I quickly learned that their SO's are pretty much losers but I save myself for strippers working on their PHD's :P ;)

Meanwhile, were all chatting back and forth. 7:30 is rolling around which is late for me. I had already made an extra trip out to my car(god forgive me) to rape and pillage my warchest stash again. I was having a good time, fairly blitzed and mentally thinking...WTF..its only money. I finally decided I better get the fuck outta dodge so I said my goodbyes to the ladies. Miss D motioned me her way for a whisper conversation. I was hoping for a kissy-poo LOL but instead she mentioned that she was available for an OTC this coming Saturday.

I thought about it for about two seconds, doing a mental check on what I had left in the warchest. Gee, I wonder what my reply was.

FBR

Mastridonicus
10-26-2005, 06:21 PM
WELL?! WHAT WAS THE REPLY?!

Hahah Nice!

Look for an update on sunday!

Poor Miss K, couldn't get a tit in edgewise!

SportsWriter2
10-26-2005, 07:05 PM
We exchanged hugs and those fake stripper air kisses LOL
I like what one of my favorites calls "make everyone wish they were us" hugs and GF kisses out in the open. Mutual favorites can get away with it in Renaissance City. :)


Cute in a mid twenties kind of way. Long, full brown simi curly hair, nice B cups (Sporty would like her :P ) a great ass and a good personality.
I read it and said, "Oh yeah, Stacy" cuz there's one of them in every city. :)

plmoneysponge
10-28-2005, 06:33 AM
But your blanket presumption of artificiality and fictional elements reeks of the denial that you ostensibly don't suffer from as a seasoned professional of the industry. Which is it?.

Tisk Tisk. You missed the point of my missive.

If an author insists a certain tale is absolutely true, then they become burdened with the ad naseum consequences of their "documented" reality exposed to the masses.

If an author allows the possibility that some portion up to the entire tale is fiction, then such criticism evaporates.

The first case quickly becomes a boring debate. The second contains an element of mystery, and the insipid debate is gone.

Translation: don't take it so fucking seriously.

SportsWriter2
10-28-2005, 07:07 AM
If an author insists a certain tale is absolutely true, then they become burdened with the ad naseum [sic] consequences of their "documented" reality exposed to the masses.

If an author allows the possibility that some portion up to the entire tale is fiction, then such criticism evaporates.
Guys, if you don't understand what Sponge is talking about (and trust me, she doesn't either), here's your out:

If you give the dancer a pseudonym (like Ms J instead of her "real" stripper name) and add a cute birthmark to her right boob, "some portion" of the entire tale becomes fiction, and Sponge will evaporate. :highfive:

plmoneysponge
10-28-2005, 07:19 AM
...and Sponge will evaporate. :highfive:

At your wish. I enjoyed my brief stay.

Moneywise
11-02-2005, 03:52 PM
Ok so here's the scenario. Your input is always welcomed. As a matter of fact, I need it! ;D At my old stomping ghrounds you might have occasionally read my mention of the hot older club manager that's married to the owner (although they don't live together & she "apparently" likes black guys based upon the stories I have been told...yet I digress...)

A couple of months ago I was feeling rather flirty. She covers the bartending during the day and occasionally will help the girls behind the bar at night. On that night she was helping out. The pimp hand was strong on that night. I made good conversation with her. Keep in mind this is a very powerful woman when speaking solely within the confines of my old stomping grounds.

I don't know why I started flirting with her. Perhaps it's because she's about 45ish, an ex stripper who married a guy that's old enough to be her father that runs a fairly lucrative establishment of the night, and has a smile that makes me want to part it with Frazier. So... long story short... I rolled through just an hour ago and she was there bartending. I ordered a couple of drinks and chatted her up. She "appears" to be very friendly towards me. I would like to fucking take her to the bridge. Should I pursue that or would I be screwing (no pun intended) with the wonderful dynamics I currently have in place there? My job situation places me there every day if I so desire around 3pm for the next few weeks. (not that I would stroll through every day..you get the point) I'm thinking about making a very stealthy move. She's at least 15 years older than me but I am very attracted to her. Help a brotha out. For a change I am asking for some good ol blue advice. ;D

Love it or leave it?

MW

Katrine
11-02-2005, 05:38 PM
I have no advice for you other than I think I'm going to go masterbate, lie in the tanning bed, then take a nap.

Moneywise
11-02-2005, 06:25 PM
I have no advice for you other than I think I'm going to go masterbate, lie in the tanning bed, then take a nap.

That visual is better than advice of any form.

Mastridonicus
11-02-2005, 06:34 PM
well MW, you only live once.

Decide if this impacts more than the evening and your mind. If the answer is yes, there are other people out there that you can have.

Moneywise
11-02-2005, 07:01 PM
If I even stepped to that it will definitely have to be on the low low. I couldn't even tell P. Hey, maybe she's just smiling uncontrollably at me because she knows I have historically tipped well in her club. :-\ I'm going back by tonight for a bit.

Richard_Head
11-02-2005, 07:47 PM
If I even stepped to that it will definitely have to be on the low low. I couldn't even tell P. But would she keep it on the low low?

FBR
11-03-2005, 06:17 PM
MW, I agree with Jay that you are treading on dangerous grounds. You like your club and have status there. Why fuck with a setup that works extremely well for you?

Testosterone drives us guys to try and scale the highest mountain but sometimes we have to bow out. Its a percentage thing. You are having plenty of fun with the rank and file and its not a bad thing to settle for that.

My 2 cents.

FBR

Katrine
11-04-2005, 05:05 AM
There are no secrets in strip clubs, not even for short. :-\

Yes there are, plenty of them, if you have a life and keep your big fucking mouth shut. This statement goes out to no one in particular, just based on my experience. Perhaps I'm wrong though. In any case, no one has ever confronted me about anything and I could give a shit what they say behind the back. :P

SportsWriter2
11-04-2005, 10:47 AM
...if you have a life and keep your big fucking mouth shut.
Whoa, that's asking a lot in a strip club. :O

Katrine
11-04-2005, 05:44 PM
Whoa, that's asking a lot in a strip club. :O

No its not, at all. I almost certainly spend less time in the clubs than you do, and I'm a damn stripper.
You club regulars are a dime a dozen. Sometimes I will hang with the few that I like, let them buy me drinks and some dances while they run down the latest club drama. I don't even know half the girl's names, you couldn't even ask me to repeat what they tell me in court, my attention is elsewhere, looking for the next mark while absently nodding at their comments.

I've worked at my current club 1 year and 5 months, and almost no one knows me there. No one knows shit about me except for a few friendly coworkers and a couple of valued customers. The only thing they know is that I'm in high fucking demand, as custies ask for me often and the DJ's put me on stage when the club is at capacity, or as close to it as possible. Its not that hard if you stay away from the crazies and losers. ::)


I'm tooting my own horn because this is my last weekend stripping before my day job starts and I am just so sick and tired and burnt out on it and the culture....:-[

mr_punk
11-04-2005, 08:33 PM
Should I pursue that or would I be screwing (no pun intended) with the wonderful dynamics I currently have in place there? My job situation places me there every day if I so desire around 3pm for the next few weeks. (not that I would stroll through every day..you get the point) I'm thinking about making a very stealthy move. She's at least 15 years older than me but I am very attracted to her. Help a brotha out. For a change I am asking for some good ol blue advice.one of the reasons why i stopped cheating with civilian women is that, more often than not, it always became messy extracting myself at a certain juncture. usually, around the time when i felt the heat or just wanted to move on to other pastures. it always became messy at that point. i mean, i had to deal with certain accusations, tamtrums, aspersions of my character, etc being thrown my way (ok....so, they were mostly true}:D, but that's not the point). don't get me wrong. i'm not saying "no". on the upside, she's married, an ex-stripper, older, has a lot more to lose than you do and possibly no stranger to setting up rendezvous with men that are not her husband. so, she should know the drill, but be cautious just in case.

Yes there are, plenty of them, if you have a life and keep your big fucking mouth shut. This statement goes out to no one in particular, just based on my experience. Perhaps I'm wrong though. In any case, no one has ever confronted me about anything and I could give a shit what they say behind the back.actually, you're correct. it amazes me to no end how much customers blab to strippers in the club. perhaps, it's some attempt to kiss ass or earn brownie points, but either the stripper pumps them for information or the customer stupidly volunteers the information. so, they blab to strippers about other strippers, what they do with other strippers, their conversations with other strippers, etc. customers are probably responsible for about 50% of the drama in the club.

Sometimes I will hang with the few that I like, let them buy me drinks and some dances while they run down the latest club drama. I don't even know half the girl's names, you couldn't even ask me to repeat what they tell me in court, my attention is elsewhere, looking for the next mark while absently nodding at their comments.same here. i just tune them out. i don't do it, i do not want to hear it and i don't like it when strippers try to get me to talk about other strippers.

Its not that hard if you stay away from the crazies and losers.true. although, i have to interact with them (some of them are on my top ten BBBJTC list). i always keep it to a bare minimum.