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SportsWriter2
11-05-2005, 10:04 AM
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....:-[
All the best in your day job, Kat. Don't hesitate to tell your new colleagues what's on your mind. ;)
All Good Things
11-06-2005, 12:07 AM
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.
I agree entirely. The fact is, I'm forever amazed by how the subculture protects its own so efficiently.
electric_head
11-25-2005, 02:19 PM
So I'm out riding around today with nothing much to do. So I think hey "Road Trip" so I head to a club and low and behold one girl on stage,thats it. And only three guys in the club,ones cat napping and the other two are fighting over the dancer. Well I tip at the stage and ask her to come see me. Well she gets done and goes to see the two fighters for a minute. She comes over and we start talking and I tell her if she gets the D.J. to play some Zombie I'll get a couple dances. We moved to a dark corner and she gave a good dance so I said lets go again. We talked a little more and she hugged me. Hope if you guys go after Thanksgiving day you have a little more fun then me. :)
aggieed
11-26-2005, 07:24 AM
Hope if you guys go after Thanksgiving day you have a little more fun then me.
Nah, you're supposed to wait until the WEEK after Thanksgiving...then fun is damn near guaranteed! }:D
Hell, my phone started ringing LAST Sunday from girls wondering if I was going to come see them this upcoming Monday or, in one case, sometime during the first full week in December.
LOL! You know, I think I finally love this time between Thanksgiving and Christmas again. Any holiday stress I feel can easily be "relieved" in a strip club.
Katrine
11-26-2005, 05:10 PM
Penthouse Club, Houston, TX.
I was chilling with some Houston crew after Thanksgiving and was getting pretty tired of watching Scarface over and over, so I suggested we hit my old stomping grounds. They've changed the name from Caligula to Penthouse, but Pighouse would have been a more suitable name change.
My old GM was at the front upon our arrival so I got all of us in for free. We ordered stiff cocktails from my boy Pedro at the bar (te quiero Pedrito!) and sat down to check out the cattle grazing. When I worked there during the World Series, they were attempting to turn the place into a gown club. Tonight, nary a gown was seen at the place. Just like you can't turn a ho into a housewife, you can't turn HO-uston into NYC, the upscale culture just isn't there.
So I set out on a search for a girl who didn't have stomach rolls. The same old club regulars from 3 years ago are still there, so I chatted with them for a few minutes. As usual, they remain PL's of the highest order taking up bar space. I went to the dressing room in a predicted futile search to find a dancer who was slim and not wasted out of her gourd. I managed to find one cute face, average body dancer and recruited her as our first sacrifice of the evening. She ordered white zinfindel. That sign should have told me to walk her ASAP, but I went ahead and got a dance. She did ok, but she didn't bend over and show me her ass, no tip for you!!! One of the guys in my crew took her for dances next and was equally unimpressed.
After much deliberation, I found a tall slim brunette with a beautiful face and no cellulite at the bar. M is half-Mexican, half-white, and only 19. She's 5'7" and has terrific shapely legs, but could use a little junk in that trunk. Hehehehe, internal pervdar began to blip. Oddly enough, M looks just like this girl I know by the same name who died in a car accident, very creepy. But M isn't her real name, because I would have had trouble calling her by the name of the now dead girl I was with the first time I took drugs at the ripe old age of thirteen (yikes! and it wasn't weed either). :O
There was no open seating in the back, so M danced for my boy J and I in an awkward corner with a huge column in the way. M had only been dancing 3 days, and it showed. So naturally I invited her home with us to party. She started to ask to be paid, but I nipped that idea in the bud quickly. She still acquiesced, and we all jumped into the beemer and headed home to the den of sin.
M ended being a dud, she started talking about her miscarriages and about being molested. Stereotype much? :-X I was showing her how to do the splits in different positions, and she was impressed and wanted me to show her how to perform a great lap dance. As I was doing it, she clenched up and wouldn't open her legs so I could manuever. Boooooring.....She was down for some girl on girl playtime, but by then I had lost interest. I need something more than that. Plus, she hates anal, that's a deal breaker in my book, lol. }:D
We played a couple of hands of hold 'em and naturally I whupped everyone's ass. I had lost a few bluffed bets in the beginning, so that threw everyone off guard. Then the comeback.....What can I say, Texas is the home of the playaz and pimps.
The rest of the night is pretty hazy, I think I got laid, but it couldn't have been that great because I'm not sore at all down there, and soreness is a sign of some good fucking, at least for me. ;) Fin.
Richard_Head
11-26-2005, 08:48 PM
So naturally I invited her home with us to party. She started to ask to be paid, but I nipped that idea in the bud quickly. She still acquiesced, and we all jumped into the beemer and headed home to the den of sin.LOL, I need to find some friends like you to hang with.
Thanks for the TR Kat, they've been in short supply lately (where the hell has MW been anyways?).
Richard_Head
11-26-2005, 09:17 PM
Okay Kat got me in a TR mood, here's one from a recent visit:
Recent Saturday night, I had no plans (yeah I'm a PL, that's already been established hasn't it?), so I decided to hit one of my favorite clubs. It was fairly early so there was still plenty of seating available so I grabbed a spot against the wall (I just hate those sneak attacks by the fatties).
I immediately scanned the room for a fave or two, didn't see any, didn't see much talent at all as a matter of fact, you know what that meant, a shot and a beer, it didn't take long before they call Ms L to the stage with the typical "direct from the pages of Hustler Magazine" line the DJ always uses before calling her to stage, he's been saying it for quite some time now and I had always assumed it was just typical DJ mularkey, as per usual I headed up to the stage to tip her, her A cups had magically become D cups since the last time I had seen her, very well done D cups I might add (don't you just love science?), I complimented her on her new friends and asked her to stop over when she got a chance which she immediately did. When she sat down I asked her about the "Hustler" comment the DJ always uses and she just smiled and said it's true, she was actually featured in a recent issue, I figured it was SS and played along but when I got home I did an internet search and lo and behold there she is (here she is right on the cover http://www.magazine-empire.com/hustler/2005/082005.jpg) the picture really doesn't do her justice, she's actually much more attractive in person. I've known her for over a year and never knew. Anyhow, I got several dances from her before she got called to stage, I asked her to check in on me later. There still wasn't much else there to look at, I found myself paying more attention to the football game on the TV. When I spotted Ms L making her way by again I waved her over and got a couple more dances.
I was about ready to leave when a slender little blonde stopped by "wanna dance?", sure why not, they were very nice, I think she has earned some repeat business. All in all another pleasant visit to the SC.
Katrine
11-26-2005, 09:23 PM
WOW!! She is gorgeous. Lucky you, wish she was working in the club I was in the other night, she would have gotten ALL of my money!!! And she's in Hustler, so she's a nasty slut too, yesssssir!!! ;)
electric_head
11-27-2005, 06:26 AM
Whoa RH she is a hottie.
mr_punk
11-27-2005, 05:42 PM
Nah, you're supposed to wait until the WEEK after Thanksgiving...then fun is damn near guaranteed!}:Dyeah, it takes a moment before strippers realize that PLs are going to spend less in the sc around this time of year and they haven't picked up that new x-box for their and bong for their BF. so, for those strippers who spend it just as fast as they take it in. they need a lot of money fast.
Hell, my phone started ringing LAST Sunday from girls wondering if I was going to come see them this upcoming Monday or, in one case, sometime during the first full week in December.LOL...it's music to my ears.}:D they already sound eager for money. so far, all retail indicators point to a better than expected shopping season.
aggieed
11-28-2005, 01:27 AM
...and they haven't picked up that new x-box for their and bong for their BF. so, for those strippers who spend it just as fast as they take it in. they need a lot of money fast.
LOL! The story I was told from the gal that wanted me to wait an extra week was that she just spent $10,000 getting her boobs redone (which were already nice to begin with...very well done, not too large, fit her perfectly, etc...damn women!). Something about over the muscle versus under the muscle...I don't know too much about that sort of thing...
...but whether or not the 10 G's was a real number, I just translated what she said as stripper speak for "I need money!"
No problem. }:D
Moneywise
11-28-2005, 08:04 AM
Over the past month I had come to the realization that my little diversion, and the way I enjoyed spending it, was about to change. Actually it has already changed. First let me set the plate for you. P is/was the DJ at the club I like to call my old stomping grounds. 2 years ago back when I fist started posting here this club was generally standing room only. It was hoppin w/ incredible dancers and a musical theme that catered to rap & hip hop. That music selection also happened to cater to a large variety of thugs & wannabe thugs alike. There was never a Friday pr Saturday night that I would attend and not see a fight of some sort.
Gradually over the past 6 months this club has decided to change up its act. Change is good. However, this club also made a name for itself by choosing the pat it originally chose. It’s also located in one of the worst parts of town. The management decided to tone down the rap/hip hop & play more pop, rock, country, and one R&B song every 30 minutes or so. It has been a ridiculously hilarious last 6 months or so popping in on average once a week and watching the drama unfold. I guess that’s what happens when you get close to the heartbeat of an establishment and blur the line between simple paying customer and friend of many who work there. I found out the 70+ yr old owner is prejudiced to the nth power and his kept wife (who is also a former dancer that manages the place) is just as, if not more, prejudiced than him. This is the same woman that likes to bed black men and gives off the vibe to me that says “just say the word and we will set it up”. (strange)
I wouldn’t have thought much of the prejudiced comments from 4 people on the staff if I hadn’t seen it in action. On P’s last Saturday working a couple of weeks ago the owner comes into the booth and says “It’s getting too dark in here” change the music up to some rock or something. At the time P was playing some R&B and the place was hopping. Oh, I forgot to mention that over the past 6 months they have been having an inanely difficult time attracting patrons. (go figure) Keep in mind, P is somewhat talented at what he does. He’s a good DJ. They alienated him so much that he began to look elsewhere. He even asked me if we were hiring where I clock my dollars. Of course I always brush that off the shoulders. I never blur the line between the two portions of my life. He knows it and respects it. He did find a daytime gig at another SC in town. This club atmosphere is 100X better than where he came from. They play an assortment of music including R&B with not idiot rules for him to have to follow. He also gets an actual wage from this new club along with the tipout he gets from the girls. He now DJs days and the girls on day shift at this club beat the night crew at the old stomping grounds hands down.
How does all of this directly affect me? Well if you’ve been reading my TRs you know I like to chill w/ P when I hit the ol stomping grounds. He’s a very cool individual and a blast to hang with. The new club gives air dances only (BOOOOOOOOOO..hah) ::) If you know me well enough you know I won’t be spending much of my warchest in his new club. However, I will enjoy a round or two of drinks at least once a week with him. I’ve already gotten caught up with a couple of the girls on the day shift at the new club. However, we simply talk for extended lengths and I tip them at the stage. They’ll have a 2 for 1 roll call and one of them will grab me for an air dance (sigh). Thus I have taken to hitting a couple of other clubs including the club just 5 minutes away from my crib. You remember that club? The club where I helped the 19 yr ol Ms. J earn her stripes between the sheets. (grin) She waitresses there now and comes off with this jealous thing whenever I go in and sit with a hot dancer there. I actually kinda like it.
So back to P’s last night at the old stomping grounds… Saturday Nov 20th.
I arrive and find the usual sparse crowd in the club on a Saturday. I’m greeted by P’s GF who is seated at the bar by the door. We chat for a moment before I order some drinks. P is in a great mood because it’s his last day. He had been double dipping for about two weeks DJing at the new club during the day 3-4 times a week while still pulling 3-4 nights at the old stomping grounds. Throughout the night the girls show their increasing frustration with the moves of management. Most of them say they will be leaving come Monday when the music changes for good. I haven’t been back since to survey the scene.
The little 19 yr old hot assed blonde waitress is in the house tonight. She was barred from the DJ booth by management after that night where I kept the rounds of Petron flowing and she kept drinking. I was determined to get her back in the booth tonight for some fun. While on my way to the bar I spot her and whisper in her ear “I’ll have a shot of Petron waiting for you. Sneak into the booth in a few.” She nods with approval. After about the 3rd sneak she was flirty and playful. I finished what I had started a few weeks prior. I handed her two twenties and told her to let us see the chocha. She took my offering and pulled her waitress tights down to her knees. With me seated behind her, like a perv to the nth degree & enjoyed a nice feel of her shaved chocha. While telling her how nice it was I slipped a finger in from behind and complimented her on the beauty of her ass. She had a perfectly round juicy petite little ass. P looks over and laughs. I can see the astonishment in his eyes. All he has been doing is talking about how hot she is and now she was standing facing him with her shaved snatch on display. She pulls up her tights and makes her way back downstairs. Laughs abound. ;D
Ms. J has gotten so strung out on coke, crack, or whatever she’s putting up her nose that it has begun to affect her body in a negative way. She still has that wonderful Puerto Rican onion I have grown to know and enjoy intimately. Yet, she’s always so strung out that she’s really no fun to talk to anymore. On that Saturday I got one dance from her and asked her when last she had a really good fucking. She was actually at a loss for words but was all smiles for the rest of that dance. (Hmmm.. guess its been awhile)
Will I go back to the old stomping grounds? Probably. It’s just too raunchy of an atmosphere for me not to (and you know I like a little raunch in my coffee) ;)
MW :-*
mortalman
11-28-2005, 04:04 PM
My ATF and OTC regular was out of commission, so I took the opportunity to sample someone new.
Went to my favorite club, hadn't been there since my ATF was fired for fighting with another dancer. I usually like to take a seat at the bar or at one of the outer tables where I can assess the "talent" from afar and decide on which lady I would like for some VIP time. I took a seat at one of the small tables in the outer area, ordered a coke from the young busty waitress spilling out of her tank top, settled in and enjoyed the show. Unfortunatly, there wasn't anyone that interested me much. I was approched with a few "wanna dance" offers which I declined and continued to sip my coke.
I had my back to the dressing room area in the back of the club so I didn't see Ms. N stalking me.
She put her hand on my shoulder, introduced herself, and asked if I she could dance for me.
I turned around to get a better look at the package and was impressed. Very beautiful black girl.
Nice soft skin (as I would soon find out). Really cute face with straight hair past her shoulders.
Nice firm body with a great round ass. She took my hand and led me back to the vip couch area.
I sat down and she sat next to me as we waited for the next song to start. The usual come here often what do you do for a living how long have you been dancing chat.
We are alone in the darkened VIP area.
The next song starts, she gets up and undresses, I move to the middle of the couch.
Her moves are great, she grinds her firm ass on the front of my pants, I grab her hips to encourage
her. The dances progress, she slides up and puts her nipple to my mouth for some suckage. My
hands fondle her in all areas, even the kitty.
The songs end and start anew
She does the ass slap, then tells me to do it
I give a light slap on her firm ass
She says "Harder"
I give a harder slap, same cheek
She says "Harder, Make it hurt!"
I take aim, adjust my seating for better leverage, and swing quite hard
landing with a resounding smack that actually stung my hand.
She squeals and says "Yessss, that's what I'm talkin' bout Daddy"
She actually called me Daddy, couldn't believe it. This action is having the desired effect on me.
Blood is draining from my brain into other regions. But I'm still thinking, sort of, and briefly worry
about someone coming to check on the scream from the VIp. Luckily, noone does.
Songs end and start (is anyone counting?)
More grind, more nipple, more kitty
She's grabbing me through my pants, stick shifting like crazy.
I ask her if she wants me to take "it" out. She nods and says yes. She kneels in front of me, uses
my shirt for coverage and begins a nice HJ. Giggles and coos about how big and hard I am.
One of those statements is a lie. She asks me if I want her to suck it. I say yes, expecting a dollar
amount to be requested, no request was made as her mouth was occupied instantly. She stops
occasionally to look around for spies or visitors, or to tell me how she's never done anything
like this before but she really likes me. Hmmm,... riiight.
I have. as you may surmise, lost track of how many songs we have done so far.
I start to think with the big head again, worrying about my bank account and pictures of me on
the news in the back of a police cruiser. I suggest we better cool it and stop for now. She pouts,
seems genuinly disappointed, but agrees. She's getting dressed, I'm putting things in place,
zipping up, and thinking about how this is the best "Dance" I've ever recieved.
I ask, "How many songs was that?" (Expecting the worst VIP dances are $30 a song)
She giggles again, hugs me, and says "I don't know, I lost track, 8 I think?"
I'm thinking it was easily 10, more like 12 or 13.
So technically I owe her $240, I give $340 and we go out and take a table for a while.
Not the end of the evening yet but the best part.
We did a double with her friend later, Ms. N wanted to because they had come to the club together
and her friend wasn't getting any dances. I said I wanted to keep our time together private, but she said "Please ... you just pay her and I'll do my dances for free."
I said, "Uhhh, Duuuh, OK"
What a great night!!
Richard_Head
11-29-2005, 07:55 AM
Thanks for the TR mortalman, nice first entry, keep them coming.
mr_punk
11-29-2005, 06:34 PM
I found out the 70+ yr old owner is prejudiced to the nth power and his kept wife (who is also a former dancer that manages the place) is just as, if not more, prejudiced than him. This is the same woman that likes to bed black men and gives off the vibe to me that says "just say the word and we will set it up". (strange)well, MW... it's like my daddy always says, "The Lord loves a workin' man and don't trust whitey.". 7.35 bonus points for anyone who can name the movie this line was taken from.
Richard_Head
11-29-2005, 06:56 PM
well, MW... it's like my daddy always says, "The Lord loves a workin' man and don't trust whitey.". 7.35 bonus points for anyone who can name the movie this line was taken from.What is "The Jerk"
Moneywise
11-29-2005, 08:36 PM
Okay - well the two main categories are the lechers - real f_cking creeps they are and then there are the suaves. The lecher is the hardest customer to play to. His eyes. His body language - lots of shifting, sometimes posturing - looks starved for sex, almost maniacal. He's the guy who sticks a fifty in your string though so we know we better give him what he wants. But it's disgusting. - excerpt taken from an interview with a stripper who is describing the two main types of sc customers.
That lecher stuff sound alien so I must be a suave. Just not a rrrico suave. ;)
Oh crap, we aren't talking TRs. We had better get back on track before the fuschia keystone coppers round us up! }:D
Oh crap, we aren't talking TRs. We had better get back on track before the fuschia keystone coppers round us up! }:D
MW, you seem to have developed a bad case of fuschia-"f"obia ;)
FBR
lunchbox
11-30-2005, 10:28 PM
Penthouse Club, Houston, TX.
I was chilling with some Houston crew after Thanksgiving and was getting pretty tired of watching Scarface over and over, so I suggested we hit my old stomping grounds. They've changed the name from Caligula to Penthouse, but Pighouse would have been a more suitable name change.
I missed this post as I dont read this thread to often. I went this past Sunday.
I kind of liked this place, I'm curious what the new VIP section will be. I got shit for 'dress code' when I first walked in because I was wearing a collarless pullover. I saw some 50 yr old in shorts later that night, and 2 guys who look like bigger tool bags then me (at least I use a comb). We had to sit through a one hour photo shoot, kind of interesting. Then they blocked of a corner of the club and were using dancers stupid poses after that.
I did see the most amazing pair of fakes, bar none, on an Asian stripper named Butterfly.
The most amazing looking, probably just under 100 lbs girl works there, she'd look a lot better with butt length hair, but she had a shoudler length chop kind of thing (she was complaining about it, I agree). If she was a newbie, Sporty would be all over that.
I couldn't even begin to disect the stream of BS she layed down, or the completely different set of BS she gave me the next Tuesday. When I went to see her the second time, mid 'feature' she left the stage got dressed came back and chatted with me for 5 minutes, told me she was quitting and wouldn't take any money from me for the night. So, now you have it, I make the hot ones walk out midshift, and I don't even have to take my dick out. I am officially the worst SC'er ever, even though I expect she will be there if I ever go back.
Moneywise
11-30-2005, 11:32 PM
How will it turn out? Only the SC god knows.
So I am on my way home from work this evening when out of the blue my phone rings. Bluetooth to the ear. It's P. This is the third night in a row he has complained about his new club being slow. The move has seriously cut into his income. He's panicking. :O I preach patience. Patience young butterfly. Don't do anything you might regret next week. He's curious as to what my agenda is for the weekend and I am purposely bland about what I plan to do. I do have plans for Saturday night and now apparently have plans for Sunday afternoon. More on Sunday later in this TR... }:D
P has just gotten off and is headed home. I make him aware I am headed to the old stomping grounds. "Check the place out for me" he says. I end up hanging out and making some wonderful small talk with his GF the bartender and her sidekick (the other bartender who happens to be a MILF). MILF sees me enter the club and immediately commences to making my favorite drink. I kinda dig that. The second drink is requested. While we talk I stare in amazement as she fills the glass to the rim with Goose and sprays (I kid you not) a drop of club on the top. Jesus... If I hang around here too long I will have to catch a cab home. I take a few minutes and listen to "the other side" of the saga that is P and his GF and then I bail for home.
30 minutes later I arrive at the club up the street. I had only stopped by to see if Ms. M was in attendance. I remembered reading something Yoda had written about purposely not going to SCs during this time of the year. This is the time of year the rent just gets a little harder to pay because half of the custys finally get their priorities straight leading up to xmas and take care of the fam. Nevertheless, I am intent on visiting Ms. M. I walk in and the guy that used to bounce is managing. "Let him in he's good" he says. I oblige with a grin and stroll past the gravy train at the register. He has learned very well from mgr#1. Ms. M is in the dj booth. I settle in at the bar and order my drink. A few minutes later she is basically making a B line to me. GAWD. You know the phrase "The next hot stripper ATF is right around the corner"? No? Well I made it up. ;D Now you know it. She smells so lovely. It just isn't fair that a woman can smell that good. I've been working the "all over body massage" angle for a couple of trips now. It's time to take the conversation to the next level. I have two goose & clubs in me too..haha
Damn you smell good.
M: Thank you. It's Spring essence.
It's making me hot.
M: Really. (grin)
Yes really. Lemme check something. (pulling out Treo) Is your number XXX-XXXX)
M: Yes.
Ok.. (grinning) I just wanted to be sure. I called you last week and some dude answered. I asked for you and he said no one lived there by that name.
M: That's my baby's daddy. He comes over all the time to see our boy. He won't give the phone to me.
Sounds like a real winner.
M: (laughs)
So what's up with that all over body massage?
M: When are you going to give it to me?
Whenever we can get some private time. Just the massage. Nothing else.
M: Yeah sure. (grinning) Why don't I come over to your place?
(quick thinking..not comfy with her knowing where I live) Why don't we meet at XXXX XXXXXX?
M: We could do that.
Alright. When?
M: How does Sunday sound?
Do you work Sunday?
M: No.
Sounds good. How are we supposed to connect if I can't get past your bodyguard?
M: Give me your number.
I tell you what. I will leave my number at the front counter. Call me Sunday afternoon around 2.
M: Ok.
Now prior to this conversation she groaned about how her rent was due and she was worried about getting it paid. ::) She then bluntly asks me if I can help her pay her rent for the month. I laughed and asked how much she owed. $1900. So I say "Damn. Your monthly rent is 1900?" She replies "No. Actually I am two months behind." At that very moment I was thinking "I am so sorry for you" but I played the game and setup the Sunday hookup. Will I start with a semi-pro all over body massge? Yes. Will my hands wander? But of course. Will Frazier wander up into something? Yes. Will I help her with her rent? Uhhhhh... I will fairly compensate her for time well spent. That's about it. More later. ;)
SeppeSai
12-01-2005, 03:18 PM
Fuck. $1900? Given your thousand-dollar encounter, I seriously doubt you'll be pulling that again, MW. But since you put the dawg in dawg, I'm definitely interested in the next chapter. ;)
Moneywise
12-01-2005, 09:15 PM
Fuck. $1900? Given your thousand-dollar encounter, I seriously doubt you'll be pulling that again, MW. But since you put the dawg in dawg, I'm definitely interested in the next chapter. ;)
Yeah. Hopefully for her sake she'll make some money between now and Sunday because I am compensating commensurate with services received. For 1900 she had better have me seeing stars attached to the interior of Beyonce's sphincter. 1-200 is a walk in the park and more appropriate for this encounter.
Nice TRs fellas. Sitri, I was once stationed at Lowry AFB back in the day. I remember this SC out on Colfax. It looked like an old shack but gave a bold young airman his first glimpse into SCs. I'm sure it's a vacant lot by now. I was 18 and wide eyed. I didn't even know to tip at the stage, what the hell lap dances were, and whether or not the cops were going to bust me for being there when I should have been in the dorm studying. I was nervous as hell. Those were the days. ;D
Oh fuck, why did I let her sit down???............. more on this later.
I stopped into one of the local clubs earlier this evening, hoping to find a dancer that I had several great VIP sessions with over the summer and early fall. But, she switched from days to nights, and I haven't seen her now since the end of September. Her cell number became inactive, but other dancers had told me that she is there most nights after about 7pm. When I got my drink, I asked the waitress about her, and was bummed to learn that she hadn't been in for at least of couple of weeks, and might be on vacation. This was a major letdown, because this girl is off-the-charts gorgeous with a really great line of SS that just charms the pants off of me, and I was really hoping to catch her working. Oh well, might as well finish my drink and survey the landscape for other possibilities. This is one of Tucson's "nicer" clubs that is generally well reviewed, but on this night, I only saw two or three that I was interested in for LDs, and they were busy, so I settled in and started dealing with the parade of prospects asking if I wanted a dance.
Now, there have been many threads on both the pink and blue sites about how to turn down a dancer, and I am a firm believer in just flashing a nice smile, and saying no thanks. In almost every case, this is accepted with a smile back, and they move on. After about half a dozen had come by, I was getting restless and thinking about leaving when I was approached by a young skinny blonde asking if I would like a dance. When I gave her the smile and no thanks, she says "why not?" I told her that I had hoped to see someone else. She replies with "why not me, am I ugly???" Now I'm irritated, so I tell her that with that comeback, there is no way I would buy a dance from her. She starts raggin me for not getting a dance for her, so I told her again that she wasn't my type, and to have a nice evening. She keeps it up, so I said
"Look, if you're going to dump shit on me, I'll just leave", and I stood up to do exactly that. She then begged me not to leave, and said she just wanted to talk to me. So, I reluctantly sit back down and let her sit on my lap (refer now to the first line of this TR...), and she proceeds to tell me how low her self esteem is, and how insulting it is to not only be turned down for a dance, but then to be told to go away. NOW I really did want to leave, but this girl was almost in tears, and I just didn't have the heart to push her off my lap to bolt for the door. My second mistake was trying to reassure her that men's tastes vary widely, and that I was sure there would be guys that would want to get dances from her. I also told her that rejection was a big part of the game, and if she couldn't deal with that, she was probably not cut out for this line of work. She was so depressed, I was starting to feel like a suicide counselor, or even worse, her father. She rambled on and on, and I dropped hint after hint that she should move on. Finally she moved on to another victim, and I hit the door as fast as I could. I considered telling the floor manager that she was really fucked up, but I figured that would just make things worse for her. This gal was by far the most bizarre dancer encounter I've yet had in my SC adventures.
Sorry there wasn't at least a little fun and games to include in this TR, but between not finding my summer gal, and dealing with this psycho, this was just not my night......I'm sticking to dayshift!
mr_punk
12-03-2005, 04:21 PM
Now prior to this conversation she groaned about how her rent was due and she was worried about getting it paid. She then bluntly asks me if I can help her pay her rent for the month. I laughed and asked how much she owed.well, get prepared to laugh (or bring ear plugs) a lot this month. the sc seems like a comedy club around this time of the year. stripper SOB stories usually go through the roof.
Yeah. Hopefully for her sake she'll make some money between now and Sunday because I am compensating commensurate with services received.LOL...yeah right, they don't call it "the perfect storm" for nothing, MW. that "i'm broke. so, i'll work a double shift to catch-up" routine doesn't work all that well this time of the year. i'm sure she's well aware that rent is also due at the end of this month not to mention that she probably has their own shopping to do, other expenses etc. before you know it...you'll be singing, "heigh-HO, heigh-HO, it's on her knees she goes...". ahhh, don't you just love the HO-lidays.}:D
That lecher stuff sound alien so I must be a suave. Just not a rrrico suave.well, she sure had my number}:D. anyway, here's the rest of the quote: So, then there's mr. suave who's kind of the laid-back guy who mostly comes in alone. And these are the ones who want to get their card into your hand when you're doing a private with them. I mean they are lonely and somehow they want to make friends with the dancer. In one way or another he will try to connect you to his outside life. The seasoned ones are very relaxed, almost acting like your sex isn't affecting them at all. They're trying to say "Look, I relate to you as a person, not a sex object." My answer if I could blurt it out would be "then what the hell am I doing all over you?" Or what are you doing under me? Oh ya, you paid me to do this. ha ha.
What is "The Jerk"ding, ding, ding....i can't believe that i can still remember lines from that movie.
NOW I really did want to leave, but this girl was almost in tears, and I just didn't have the heart to push her off my lap to bolt for the door.i would have done without thinking twice about it. except, i wouldn't have left the club. i like to turn down strippers for dances the same way i like sex with them. hard and quick. seriously, i'm sure you knew that she was trying to hustle you (what can i say. it's perfect storm season) big-time, but this is what can happen if you don't get rid of strippers ASAP. they are going to think you might buy a dance. so, there's no need for a customer to go out of his way to be extra, extra nice about turning them down.
I wont go into my trip Friday since Im not doing LD's right now and thus dont have much to report beyond club drama. But an interesting twist that has developed is this new waitress that has taken care of us during the last several visits. Shes really hot...25...about 5'4", very cute face, curly brunette hair and a great ass. She upped the WS (waitress shit) yesterday as I was leaving the club. I hit the head and was walking towards the door when I saw her cleaning off our table (Miss D was long gone by then having been holding off guys at the stage wanting LD's LOL) I slipped over to say bye and to thank her again for the good service. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a lip locker that was an 20 on the 10 scale. I was surprised as hell and had nothing clever to come back with. She said "Dont forget...I work Fridays. Hope you come see me next week". I mumbled a "Sure thing hon...cya next Friday" and headed out.
Ive been thinking about it ever since. WS can be as enticing as SS but I think there may be some true potential there. Im really into Miss D and have been for almost 2 years. As MrP has stated shes pretty close to being in mistress territory. But this new girl has piqued my interest. I need to find out more about her. If she is married or living with an SO, then her WS was just that. OTOH if shes "single" she might be an FBR dollars/ Perfect Storm opportunity.
Miss D and I had lunch today and an awesome OTC afterwards. I was extremely clever and on point with what has become our traditional lotion pic....it was a panorama from her shoulders down over her ass ::) Anyways, backing up a bit, while we were eating I mentioned (very carefully) the waitress (Miss A for the record) just to test the waters. Miss D went on and on for a couple of minutes about how hot she is. There could be an opportunity for a 3-some there. I'm not really into that all that much but it might be a way for me to remain steadfast to Miss D and address my curiousity about this new girl.
Assuming I hit the club next Friday and Miss A is there, any suggestions on how to approach her? Im very happy with her waitressing services and if thats all it is, thats fine. OTOH my little voice keeps saying there may be more to the story.
FBR
electric_head
12-03-2005, 06:08 PM
LOL Roy is it your little voice or little head?
LOL Roy is it your little voice or little head?
EH, likely some of both ::) But the waitress is intriguing. If I go to the club next Friday I will get the scoop. What I find out will determine what happens next ;)
FBR
Casual Observer
12-03-2005, 07:14 PM
Nice TRs fellas. Sitri, I was once stationed at Lowry AFB back in the day. I remember this SC out on Colfax. It looked like an old shack but gave a bold young airman his first glimpse into SCs. I'm sure it's a vacant lot by now. I was 18 and wide eyed. I didn't even know to tip at the stage, what the hell lap dances were, and whether or not the cops were going to bust me for being there when I should have been in the dorm studying. I was nervous as hell. Those were the days
That almost exactly describes my first experience, at a place outside Wichita Falls, TX in 1990 (Maximus, I think it was called), while stationed at Sheppard AFB. God Almighty, how far I've come since then.
Sitri
12-09-2005, 05:35 AM
AHH the good old days when you felt like a 16 year old with a 6 pack.....
Thanks CO. I guess we all like to get the feeling of risk.
Susan Wayward
12-15-2005, 11:37 PM
That club (Maximus) is still there! It's a chain that has clubs in all these small Texas towns like Victoria and San Angelo.
If she is married or living with an SO, then her WS was just that. OTOH if shes "single" she might be an FBR dollars/ Perfect Storm opportunity.
Oh bullshit! Single gals spew the BS all the time and attached ones play all the time; has nothing to do with their status.
Chili Palmer
12-16-2005, 03:05 PM
Vegas, baby!
A quick in-and-out trip to Sin City. Having pre-arranged to meet the second bustiest dancer in Vegas in another chatroom, I hit my hotel room, changed, cleaned up and flagged a taxi to the Rhino.
Never been to the LV Rhino before. $20 cover, standard SR decor, a little smaller than I would have expected but still a decent sized club. Don't know how they can shoehorn 250 dancers in here (as is claimed) when its busy, though. A dancer pops by and she gives me the lay of the land. This Rhino is a topless only, alcohol serving club (double boo), so laps here are tamer than in my former home club in LA. $20 topless laps, VIP "room" (I'll explain the quotes later) can be booked in half- or hour increments.
It's shift change and the club has maybe 10-15 PLs in the PLace, and a like amount of dancers, none of whom ring my bell. A few meander over and ask for a dance, so when I tell them I am waiting for a dancer, they scamper away. One doesn't, however, and when she asks me the dancer in question's name, she gets excited, tells me that's her friend, and then asks me if I'm the guy who flew in to meet her. Apparently, girls talk backstage. She literally runs to the back room and corrals the dancer in question, bringing her over to me. I'd planned on thanking and tipping the gal who got my dancer for me, but she discretely melted into the woodwork before I had a chance to do so.
My gal is wearing a little black cocktail dress, stretched to the limits by her 4-digit cc implants (I told you she was the second bustiest dancer in Vegas). We talk and gently fondle each other for awhile, share some light kisses, then head over to the VIP "room". The VIP area is not so much room as a series of cubicles-slash-culs de sac. No real privacy to speak of, and the club is apparently a semi-stickler for at least maintaining a semblance of decorum. Damn. Unfortunately, in the mini-cube next to us is a rocker wanna be doing his best Van Morrison-I-can-drink-you-under-the-table imitation, and one of the waitresses is about to clean his clock. Another couple leave and we head to a slightly more private cube on the other side of the partition.
Finally, she unleashes the twins.Each almost as big as my head (as a matter of fact, I do like 'em like that), very squeezable and pliable, we make out like bandits for the next 45 minutes, stopping, literally, for me to come up for air after she smothers me. I'm sure at one point if an overhead camera were rolling, we would have looked like an old pawn shop symbol. A fun GFE all around, but ultimately unfilling due to the lack of privacy and club restrictions.
I finish up with her, head out and grab a cab over to OG. It's now about 9 p.m., so I expect (hope; pray) OG to pick up soon. I hope so. There's only one stage going, with 8 PLs around it and a couple other scattered throughout. Sad. There's a few decent lookers, none that pique my interest, so I am prepared to sit back for awhile and wait for a bit. Finally, tall, curvy brunette struts up and sits down next to me. Pretty face, looks like natural C's, Aussie accent. She immediately starts to fondle my package while getting to know me, and we head to the back of the club for some laps. I do three with her, very satisfying and full of reciprocal touching. This gal is definitely a keeper, but the night is still young. We chat, she asks me what kind of stuff I like to do and I tell her. She likes my reccos and adds on a few herself. Then she spots a regular, asks me if I would mind if she danced for him. Nope, I'll be here awhile. She takes off, dances a couple, and then takes off for the VIP room.
When she comes out, she heads for my table. I decide to take her up on her offer and we head to the VIP. We take a booth in the back corner and when we order drinks, she also orders a glass of cherries and some whipped cream. Drinks arrive, waitress leaves, and my dancer takes a cherry, puts some cream on it, places it in my mouth and then uses her tongue to simultaneous lick the cream off and push the cherry into my mouth. "The customer always gets the cherry," she informs me. Who am I argue with logic like that? Next, she unbuttons my shirt, takes some more cream and wipes it on my nipples. which she licks off verrrrrrrrry slowly. "Mmmmmmmm." More cream, except now placed on her perky C's. Double mmmmmmmmmm. A little more tonsil hockey, some discrete unzipping and we are off to the races. Nice technique, not too rough, she's been around a cock or two in her day, and has the old saliva lubrication technique down to a "T". She pauses every now and then for some deep kissing, then she abruptly stands up and pulls her bikini aside. I don't need to be asked twice, so I taste her as best I can given the angle. Shaved, sweet, yummy. Time is running out, so the focus is back on me, and she strokes away, nice and firm. I'm close, closer, closer, finally releasing into a startegically placed napkin. Perfect three-point landing. A quick clean up, a final kiss and we part ways. We'll be seeing each other again, and soon.
CP
Oh bullshit! Single gals spew the BS all the time and attached ones play all the time; has nothing to do with their status.
Susan, Im not talking about them spewing bullshit...thats a given. I'm talking about dispensing with the BS and moving on to the next level. From my experience most of the gals who have SO's will not do that. OTOH, the single women will think WTH, Im not dating anybody and this guy is willing to give me money ::)
FBR
Richard_Head
12-16-2005, 07:16 PM
Thanks CP, I can hear Vegas calling:listen2: as I type.
I've got tentative plans for a return trip in about a month}:D.
Casual Observer
12-16-2005, 08:53 PM
That club (Maximus) is still there! It's a chain that has clubs in all these small Texas towns like Victoria and San Angelo.
Thanks, Susan.
Ah, teenage USAF memories...
Great Vegas report CP! Would you mind sharing how many chips of what color you had to leave behind for your fun and games at OG? Haven't been there in years, but sounds like I need to get back....8)
mr_punk
12-17-2005, 09:49 AM
Oh bullshit! Single gals spew the BS all the time and attached ones play all the time; has nothing to do with their status.i have to agree with susan on this one, FBR.
i have to agree with susan on this one, FBR.
I agree that a strippers mileage and behavior ITC probably isnt influenced that much by her SO relationship status. Its work. Shes gonna do what she has to do to make her money. But she still has the safety net of the club to fall back on. The comment I made concerned moving things from ITC to OTC. Not to sound too Mr_Punk'ish ;) ...but thats where the wheat is separated from the chaff :P
My experiences are fairly limited but in thinking about it...
My Indy ex-ATF was on the rocks with her husband when she approached me. OTC happened soon thereafter.
Miss B was very single when we met and we had a good time for a while. Then her BoatDude relationship came along which kicked my ass to the curb. How do you spell CUT OFF?
I met Miss D a few months after the end of her 5 year relationship with her ex bf. We've had good times for almost two years but I know in my heart that if she does meet someone down the road, that would be that.
Clearly, to me their SO status has everything to do with it.
FBR
Susan Wayward
12-17-2005, 09:39 PM
I know this is gonna come out bitchy, FBR, but to some women their SO status means as much to them as yours does to you; i.e. they are willing to play around regardless for whatever reasons. It just so happens that you seem to be a great rebounder ;). I mean, I've been attached for years but you know, after lots of joking, we decided that if someone met my price (don't ask) I'd go for the gold myself. }:D
mortalman
12-19-2005, 11:52 AM
I know this is gonna come out bitchy, FBR, but to some women their SO status means as much to them as yours does to you; i.e. they are willing to play around regardless for whatever reasons.
Bless their hearts :heartbeat
I know this is gonna come out bitchy, FBR, but to some women their SO status means as much to them as yours does to you; i.e. they are willing to play around regardless for whatever reasons. It just so happens that you seem to be a great rebounder ;). I mean, I've been attached for years but you know, after lots of joking, we decided that if someone met my price (don't ask) I'd go for the gold myself. }:D
Susan, you must think Im sensitive or something ;) You didnt sound bitchy at all. I enjoy your posts so bring it on!
I know you were busting my chops a bit but in my situation playing the rebound aint so bad. If a dancer is happy in her personal relationship and isnt facing forclosure on her house or a car repo, why would she want to play with me? Im an old fucker and its not like I offer them a million dollars or something, like in that movie. I do OK but I dont have that kind of dough. And I'm truly not that interested anymore in being a huge part of a dancers income stream without things moving up a notch or two....or three. I admit to sometimes listening to their drama and if they express an interest for whatever reason, Im gonna consider it if I like her.
Back to my original thought and speaking from personal experience only, I havent seen married and/or seriously commited dancers do anything beyond a few minor club extras. Maybe its a midwest old school morality thing.
..Hmm, well in thinking about it for another minute, there was Miss C from the old club. Shes pretty happily married from what Miss D tells me (they are good friends). Miss C does private parties but from all indications keeps her infidelities down to a little oral to the paying individual, and only if she is high and he is good looking. Then along came this well heeled lawyer whos monetary offers to her made Satan trying to tempt Jesus in the wilderness look like a guy trying to play high stakes poker with chump change in his pocket. She banged the lawyer but otherwise she has kept her legs tightly crossed.
Susan, you need to introduce me to these married/attached women who are as unfaithful as me :P At this point I still think they are an urban legend.
FBR
PS: Notice I didnt ask your price. But having met you I did think about it :P
Katrine
12-19-2005, 10:52 PM
I can answer. You can't have too much tax-free, liquidity. You're an affable fellow, its an easy, fun $300. Her relationship status plays no part in your relationship. Miss D is probably with someone now as you speak, it doesn't matter. You know as much as they want you to know. That's not the woman you count to 69 with. She doesn't worry about your wife, so don't worry about her. ;)
doc-catfish
12-21-2005, 10:32 AM
Perfect storm? I barely felt the breeze. /:O
Well, I stopped by the home club last night to celebrate my birthday with an extra big tiproll hoping for a warm snuggly night of holiday cheer, and walked away a little bummed out. Not a disaster, but not what it could have been.
To kind of put this trip in perspective, you have to take into account my last trip back in October which was excellent as I was able to break away from the ATF’s clutches (she was not in attendance) and had some awesome dances with not one, but four different gals. The stars were just aligned perfectly that night and it looked as though I was going to have a dependable team of go to girls coming together. The problem with having an awesome trip like that is that you tend to get high expectations, and the next time you go to said club, you’re more than likely going to be set up for a letdown, which is exactly what happened.
So I go in about my usual time and discover that a small portion of the tables had been replaced by a buffet line. Must have been a Christmas thing. Looked like most of the takings had been eaten an hour ago anyway, and everything looked cold. No problem, because I wasn’t hungry anyway, at least not for food.. I found me a table on the other side of the main stage by the TV that gave me a good vantagepoint of the premises. Didn’t see any of my crew, but that’s not that unusual as they’re sometimes in the dressing room, or late, or in the clutches of a fucko. The three gals on stage were not to my liking.
Then the second three gals were not to my liking. Then the third, and I hadn’t heard of half these gals. Where are my gals at?
Looks like I may have to go with a new crew. Finally on the fourth group of three, I spot a new redhead on the side stage who looks lap worthy and go tip her on stage. Not bad. I didn’t ask her there for dances but figured that I could use her to break in the evening , and decided to wait until she came over during her tip walk. Problem was that she never came over. She hit about three tables, got a bottled water from the bar, and disappeared into the abyss. Whatever.
But there was a scrawny, yet decent looking blonde on main who came over and anxious for a lap, I decided to pop the question. We went to the PD area. We got acquainted and then as our song was about to begin she states that the gals can’t take their tops off during dances anymore. Oh terrific. Apparently LE had come in the previous week and cited a bunch of gals. Previously the dancers had covered their nipples with latex, so I don’t know if this was a matter of a law change or some “temporary” self enforcement the club was doing to cover their asses. We shall she.
I figured a tops-on lap dance was better than no lap dance at all, so I went ahead with it. Not all that bad really because the contact was still good as always. I had two with her, wished her well, and went back to my table. Finally, I spotted a couple of my girls, but one was under fucko arrest, and the other was sitting at the lazy dancer’s table. I brush off a couple of unattractive wannadancers in the meantime.
Finally, I see one of my gals, I’ll refer to her as Birthday Girl, since she first danced for me on her birthday, doing her tip walk. She gives great dances, but she is flakier than a cherry turnover, and between her own ditziness and alcohol injested, her ability to hustle the floor can be hit or miss, but usually miss. She comes over to collect her tip. Holds out her garter, and I ask her if she’s free for dances. She says thank you and walks off. Uhh, whatever.
I notice the soda in my drink glass is getting low, and so is my stash of ones, which are two problems that I can often solve simulataneously. Unfortunately, my table must have become invisible to my waitress who seemed to be preoccupied between a couple of tables near the bar, chatting with the customers there. I probably should have moved, but my patience was wearing thin and was about ready to leave, even contemplating a visit to a different club across town.
I decided to ask another blonde in a schoolgirl outfit on a side stage for a dance, and we went back. As we were getting ready one of those bizarre trance songs was playing that seem to go on forever. So my entertainer suggests that we do a half-song because she didn’t know when this song ended. I was NOT keen on this idea as the ROB alarm was going off in my head. But only about twenty seconds had passed before I heard the DJ transition to the next song, so I figured it was no longer an issue considering other gals had sat on my lap for a full minute or two before starting the meter. So we start the first song, and she’s not too bad a lapper either. I decide to go for two when part way through the second song, she has to bring up this “half-song” crap again. I tell her that song segment, which she really wasn’t dancing during was only about twenty seconds. Screw half, that wasn’t even a quarter song. I’m noticeably irritated and she then drops the whole issue. We finish a very unenjoyable song as my mood is obviously shot.. I give her $40 bucks from my sock and we have a closing conversation laced with irony.
“Wow, you keep your money in a safe place”.
“Yeah, I figure its better to keep it down there in case I get mugged.”
“That’s a good idea. There’s been a log of muggings going on.”
::)
Good idea indeed. Looks like I just narrowly avoided a mugging. Another reason I don’t drink alcohol. Cute gal, decent dances, but never again.
Obviously irritated, I was about to gather up my coat and leave when “Birthday Girl” comes over and asks if I could use some company (maybe she needed another drink). I tell her I’m about to leave, but despite me being pissed about her flaky walk off earlier, I tell her we could go do a couple of dances before I go. As I stated, flaky persona aside BG is good in the lap room. Probably the best dances I had all night, but my mood had been so soured by the rest of the goings on this evening, I couldn’t do more than two, and fish into my sock for $40. Then she says “you wanna tip me?” I figured at first that by “tip” she meant just stick the money in her garter. I stick the money in, and she still held her garter out. “Oh, you want a little extra”.
“Yes, because you love me so much”. she replied. Now she did a decent job, but WTF kind of SS was that? I reluctantly cough up an extra five, just wanting to get this evening over with. She’s cute, she’s a great lapper, but unless I’m resigned to her, never again.
I still had over three small on me, and the only thing I felt worth spending it on was breakfast at Denny’s on the way out. Between the inattentive waitress, the mechanical tip walkers, the fuckoes, the tops-on dances, the riff raff customers, the flaky dancers, the attempted ROB scam, one of my gals asking me for a tip, and my general sour puss mood, I just couldn’t stomach the club environment any more. I must truly be feeling older when I’m finding more enjoyment in pancakes and hash browns than strippers.
I had a nine week hiatus prior to this trip, and as of this morning I feel like I could go another nine weeks walking on my hands. Perhaps an out of town trip is in order, but I hate going out of town during the winter time.
It's gotten anymore where the slightest bit of discontentment at the club is becoming an insurmountable obstacle to enjoying myself there, and it seems like the least little thing can set that off. I hope this jaded old coot isn't nearing permanent burn out.
:-\
kikin
12-21-2005, 12:42 PM
Perfect storm? I barely felt the breeze. /:OMaybe you weren't giving off the right vibe that time. Sometimes we look so forward to an experience--usually because we are trying to recapture a moment in time and space--but it never works out that way. The best attitude is usually never try to repeat a great experience because 1) it can never be done and 2) it ends up being a big letdown. Enjoy each experience for what it is and a little variety is always a good thing. Do something different!
Perfect storm? I barely felt the breeze. /:O
It's gotten anymore where the slightest bit of discontentment at the club is becoming an insurmountable obstacle to enjoying myself there, and it seems like the least little thing can set that off. I hope this jaded old coot isn't nearing permanent burn out. :-\
Oh doc, I can relate too! I'm convinced that almost anywhere you go in the U.S., there are GREAT club experiences to be had on the right day or night, with the right girl or girls. As I have gained experience and confidence in strip clubs, I've gotten to where I can tell in the first few minutes if it's going to be a great experience, an OK experience, or an experience to forget and chalk up to statistical probability. This knowledge, that it CAN be great, definitely makes it more difficult to tolerate minor annoyances, whether it be from dancers, waitresses, seating, the DJ's music choices, other patrons, drink prices, and the list goes on.
I can remember a time (long, long ago, in a strip club far, far away....) when I would be perfectly happy to pay whatever to get in, pay $5 for a glass of ice with a few drops of Coke, sit in a hard broken chair, wheeze in clouds of heavy smoke, and generally be physically miserable, just to be in the same room with uncovered boobs on a stage 25 feet away (and hiding a raging woody the whole time). Now that I've had so many really great club experiences, and know that they can be found, I am a much more demanding customer, and overall less tolerant of anything that interferes with my good time! Don't think of your experience as pending burnout, think of it as a continuing evolution of discriminating tastes and expectations! ;D
britfreak2
12-21-2005, 08:01 PM
I haven't been here in awhile. This really isn't a report. More like an update.
I just got back in the saddle again. I've been gone for a month in the South Pacific. Everything is changing here at my club in SD. Lots of new people to meet. And lots of cool people leaving. My ATF(Miss A) is still around but took a long leave of absence and just came back a couple of weeks ago. I found out the night before I left to go down south that a good friend of ours passed away. Miss K was in a really bad car accident. That was back in early October and she still haven't recovered from the lost. She was like a sister to her. So, when I came back I tried to get a hold of her, but she is really hard to get in contact with her. All the other girls tell me that she comes in every once in awhile just to hang out. One night out of the blue I go in early to kill some time before a hockey game. And she pulls in the driveway behind me and it was her actually first night back working so I hung out with her all night. We caught up really quickly until she brought up Miss K. I was trying to avoid it all night but she brought it up. After 5 minutes of talking about it she gives me her number again and now there isn't a day goes by where she doesn't call me. And first time ever she returns my calls. So, that's a good thing. I'm guessing I'm the only one she can talk to without making her cry. Either that she can hold it in pretty well. She still isn't the same but she's working on it.
So, while she's been gone I've been hanging out with Miss J. She's a riot. We actually went out for my B-day earlier in the month. There wasn't a moment where I wasn't laughing my ass off. I didn't realize on what a cheap date I am expecially when she was buying. And I actually got real with her and talked about things she would never talk about in the club. She's pretty cool. I like her more now than when I first met her. Plus, being friends is a good thing. She gives better dances and knocks the price down. I like her new rule she has. If another custy watches her while she's giving a dance she makes him pay or at least tip her for the look. It's awesome. I actually for my birthday. This dude ended up paying for half for my dances because he sat there watching the whole thing. Shortly after he got some and recieved the cheap one. He came up to me after wondering why he got a different dance than I did. I just told him she must really like me or because you already had a good show to see.
Pretty much everything else is the same. They changed one of the stage set ups again. Every girl hates it. I just find it funny and hot that they just don't know what they can do. Miss A is the best. She can't do all her cool tricks. Miss J hates it because the pole is shorter.
Surprising enough some of the girls used ignore me and started to stop by and talk. Well, mainly because Miss A wasn't around but they still come over. But, the funny thing is one of the new girls is almost a Miss A look alike but shorter. Follows Miss A around. As soon as Miss A gets up and goes on to another custy she's right behind her and becoming the complete opposite of her. I just found it even more funny that she tried that technic on me right after I got a dance from Miss A. She was pretty cool though. I ended up getting one on a night Miss A wasn't around. She said it that technic was working until another girl called her out on it.
kikin
12-21-2005, 08:15 PM
^^thanks for the update.
Had a really fun club visit this afternoon/evening. I invited a very good customer who has a little bit of titty bar experience but is basically a newbie. I hooked him up with the Russian and they hit if off very nicely. The fat tip roll I passed him under the table helped a lot ::) And I think she worked him pretty good in spite of her previous protests to me that her LD's were innocent ::)
Miss D and I enjoyed watching them have fun. Of course, Miss D's garter was stuffed way more than the Russian's which hopefully negated any money/jealously issues.
I had to leave around 7:30. I assumed that my customer would roll also, but he said he was going to hit the ATM one time before hitting the road. I started to warn him but figured...eh...we all have to do the ATM/PL thing at least one time. I'm glad he was having a good time :)
My mission was accomplished. Treated my customer to a nice time which will result in more business for me. Plus I scheduled lunch and a few drinks this coming Monday and an RR encounter next Saturday with Miss D ;D
Happy New Year! :P
FBR
Just as a follow up to my report.
My customer was heading home today from work around noon. The route from his work to his home takes him right past my office. He saw my vehicle in the parking lot (we were closed today but I was working as usual) and decided to stop by. I was deep into an Excel spreadsheet when I heard the back door buzzer going off like crazy. I'm like WTF, we told UPS we would be closed today. Keeping my fingers crossed that it wasnt some street person, I answered the door and Im sure my faced showed my relief when I saw it was him.
I invited him in and after shaking hands we headed back to my office, grabbing a couple of cokes out of the fridge on the way. We didnt talk any business so I guess he just wanted to tell me how much fun he had last night. Turns out, after I left he had a number of additional dances (ATM money) with the Russian which apparently got better each time. To hear him talk they are now lifelong friends, bless his heart LOL I didnt shoot a warning shot over his bow cause I know with a young family and a big house payment, he cant afford to get too crazy with the strippers. He's a horny fucker Im sure but hes not stupid.
He hung out for about an hour, he and I bullshitting about guy stuff and then he headed on home. He made me promise to take him again in the not too distant future. Thats cool...I can do that. :P
Not too long after he left, my cell buzzed. I looked down at the caller ID expecting to see one of my kids or maybe my wife calling but to my surprise it was Miss D. I thought we were done for the week. Anyways, shes like "Hey FBR...whatcha doin? I'm on my way back from the university...and its kinda early...thought you might want to have a drink or two and maybe sumthing to eat?" (she always says "something" with a "u" instead of an "o"...at least to my ears) I hesitated for a second. I was kinda busy and really wasnt dressed for the occasion. Instead of my usual suit or business casual "uniform" I had on Levi's, a pullover and my chunky black Dr. Martens boots. I almost gave her some BS excuse but damn her voice sounded fine as wine and I figured what the fuck, she called me...I didnt call her. Whats she gonna do, kick me to the curb? LOL After a moment I said "Sure hon...I'm about 30 minutes from Fridays...will that work for you?" It did so be both hung up. I closed down the windows on my puter, jumped in the ESC and headed south.
The parking lot at Fridays was packed. My first reaction was WTF then I remembered that it was nearly 6 o'clock on a Friday evening. As soon as I walked in past the dorky "Welcome to Fridays" greeter (I think he was practicing for his real Wal-Mart career goal) I headed towards the elevated bar area. It was busy as hell but I spotted two empty stools. I hustled up the steps, parked my ass on one of the stools and tossed my coat over the other. "Seat Saved!". There was this guy standing there who gave me a pissed off look as I claimed the other stool but he didnt say anything, thankfully.
The barmaid recognized me and came right over. "You guys want your usual?" Guys? Are there two of me? At first I thought she was seeing double or something but then I glanced to my left and saw Miss D. Mmmm...mmm....mmmm :P Damn, she looked good in her civilian clothes. I dont know what it is. You see a stripper pretty much naked at the club and yet seeing her in streets can sometimes be even more sexy. I'm an old fucker...its probably just me LOL
We ordered up our drinks and a bit of food. She was chuckling about my customer who apparently got pretty crazy after I left. He did a number of LD's with the Russian plus was tipping her $20's on stage. He even tipped Miss D a $20 :P Good boy! Well, maybe not so good. Based on what she said it sounds like his ATM withdrawl was signifcant plus I bet theres at least a 10% tittie bar ATM surcharge. For his benefit, I hope he handles the bills, checkbook, bank statements etc. If his wife does, he might be fucked before he even gets started LOL My previous comment of "he's not stupid" is officially on hold for the moment.
Fast forwarding past the boring FBR/Miss D blah blah, we parted with a nice hug and kiss. We're on for Monday for drinks as previously stated with a much anticipated Saturday RR to follow. Shes really excited about it. I'd like to think it is me but in reality I know that this next hotel visit is free. The RR (if you are a member) is buy eleven get the twelveth visit free! Since I give her a flat POP amount, thats money in her pocket. Gotta love a woman who appreciates money as much as you do :)
FBR
kikin
12-23-2005, 07:38 PM
Mmmm...mmm....mmmm :P Damn, she looked good in her civilian clothes. I dont know what it is. You see a stripper pretty much naked at the club and yet seeing her in streets can sometimes be even more sexy. I'm an old fucker...its probably just me LOL...
No it's not just you...I dig that too!
Thanks for the report.
SportsWriter2
12-23-2005, 09:51 PM
Mmmm...mmm....mmmm :P Damn, she looked good in her civilian clothes. I dont know what it is. You see a stripper pretty much naked at the club and yet seeing her in streets can sometimes be even more sexy. I'm an old fucker...its probably just me LOL
I remember the first time I had lunch with a gorgeous dancer who's five-nine and 120. Nice boobs, puffy nipples. I was afraid her body would attract too much attention. But she walks in looking like a slender sports girl, nothing flashy, so she was ALL FACE. That look is always the sweetest surprise. :)