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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!
-- Me 3!
mortalman
12-24-2005, 03:23 PM
Me 4
Although my girl dressed kinda slutty OTC too :P
mortalman
12-24-2005, 04:01 PM
Testing out the “Perfect Storm” theory.
It was Friday night, 2 days before Xmas, only one shopping day left. 8 days until the rent is due.
Decided to venture to a different club, a topless place (as opposed to my usual fully nude hangout and home of my current ATF). This club has a full liquor bar with a stage area and a Vip area (with a $20 admission). Got in for the $7 cover and took a seat planning to scope out the talent and choose someone for some VIP time. After several minutes I was approached by a waitress for my drink order (although it didn’t look like the waitresses had anything else to do), my Jack & Coke was $5.50, I gave her a $10, she gave me back 2-$2 bills (WTF, where did my 50 cents go?) I gave her the $4 back and said thank you. Not a good start but it has to get better.
I was quite disappointed in the girls at first (one was about 7 months pregnant), none really catching my eye until this hottie is called to the stage. She came down from the VIP area, a sweet busty D cup Latina with dark blonde hair dressed in the proverbial schoolgirl outfit. :P White top tied in a knot in front, the tiniest blue plaid skirt, white thigh highs with a matching g-string. She does a pretty successful stage set, the guys really like her and she does the kind of dance that even Stevie Wonder would enjoy. I figure I’ll snag her when she comes off stage and we’ll hit the couch area. Much to my chagrin, when her song ends, she gathers her dollars and clothes and literally runs back to the vip area to sit with the regular Fucko she was with before. :O Damn. Then another hot Latina emerges from the vip to take her place on stage. Black booty shorts and halter, dark hair pulled back, A-B cup but still a tight smokin’ body. Dance, strut, pole spin, collect tips, pick up clothes then back to VIP Fucko #2. /:O DAMN #2. This is not going as planned, I’ll have to take more of an aggressive approach. Then Latina #3 emerges from the dressing room (much better, no vip this time) also in the schoolgirl getup except her thigh highs have lace up backs and she is wearing glasses. }:D Looking very studious, she is ready for my theoretical experiment. This time instead of just stage tipping and returning to my seat, I let her know I want some Vip couch time when she is done. She says sure but I have one guy in front of me then she will come get me. OK, now we’re getting somewhere. She gives me a wink from behind her glasses as she leaves the stage to go for the other guys dance. They disappear into the dark recesses of the couch area. A couple of songs later, I see the guy, but I don’t see the girl. Where is the girl? Did he strangle her back there? Suffocate her in the plush couch cushions? Slip her a mickey? No, … there in plain sight, for the world to see, without any shame, she is sitting with Fucko #3. >:( DAMN #3. Where the Hell did this guy come from? I’ve got money burning a hole in my pocket! Come get my money honey! Well at least the pregnant chick isn’t bothering me. I wait, thinking perhaps this will just be a temporary stop for her (figuring she’s going to tell him “I just have to give this guy one dance then I’ll be right back sweety”). It isn’t. She doesn’t. After about 20 min of waiting, I see Latina #1 (remember her?) … dressed in her street clothes and heading for the door. Wh … What … What tha … HEY! Wait a minute! How the Hell did she get passed me and into the dressing room. Awe Shit, I give up, it shouldn’t be this hard.
I decide to depart this establishment and head to my usual club where the girls hustle much harder and if my ATF is there, I’ll be the Fucko!!
mortalman
12-24-2005, 04:35 PM
2nd club tonight…
23rd of December 2005
The parking lot is PACKED (I thought the Holidays were slow?), had to circle around the block and park in the auxiliary lot (the cowboy boot store next door). I enter and pay my $15 cover, the bouncer gives me a cursory search with the metal detector wand, and I’m in.
Background:
In this club I met my OTC ATF, she was fired for fighting with another dancer but we continued our relationship after that exclusively OTC. She recently left the country after our last meeting, which I recounted in a “Holy Grail Report”. While we were involved OTC, I did venture back occasionally to the club to seek some diversion and have an ATF there whom I covet an OTC relationship with. She leads me on but, ultimately, I don’t believe it will go OTC.
Ok, so I go in and stand (there are no seats, PACKED!) and begin to look over the 30-40 dancers there. I see my ATF (Ms. M) on stage 3, the last in the rotation, and figure I better stage tip her and let her know I’m here before someone else snags her. TUG!! … a dancer I’ve never seen before wraps her arm around mine and starts her sales pitch, newhere?comeherealot?wannadance?Igivethebestdances . I tell her no thanks and that I’m gonna look around a little first. I make a B line for Ms. M on stage #3, throwing forearms and lowering my shoulder, Jerome Bettis style, to get though the crowd and past the ravenous wannadancers.
Let me describe Ms. M for you. Probably 5’2” without the platforms, 24 years old and an 8-9 depending on your point of view and personal likes and dislikes. A Latina with dark hair a pretty face. Killer bod with big recently enlarged fake boobs. She is naked at the moment except for her white thigh highs and heels but will soon don her favorite, oh so popular, … wait for it, slutty schoolgirl outfit (a lot of that going on tonight). Of course the main difference with her is that the tie in front white shirt can barely contain the contents within. She is also a college grad and homeowner.
Ms. M grins when she sees me. I take my tipping spot and when she gets to me she gives me a big hug and a kiss (HA! … These other suckers don’t stand a chance against me! :neener: ) “Where have you been? What have you been up to? I missed you so much! I’ll be right over as soon as I’m off stage”. Now, … behold mere mortals… Fucko has arrived … lower your eyes … dare not look at him!
Ms. M leaves the stage, dresses and (GASP … whimper) comes toward me dragging another Dood by his hand. As she goes by she tells him to wait a sec and then lets me know that as soon as she finishes with him “I’m all yours”. One song later she is back telling me she cut him off because I was waiting for her (I told you lower your eyes, don’t dare look)
She wants a drink but this is a byob place and I just came from a place with a full bar so I didn’t bmob. I tell her I didn’t bring anything to drink because it was such a spur of the moment trip (not telling her about the previous club). She asks if I want a shot of Jack, she wants a shot, she’s going to get us a shot, “wait while I go get us a shot, and then we’ll do some dances”. I’m all smiles, sounds good to me. She goes to a table on the floor, sits with some guys, talks for 30-45 seconds then gets up and returns to me with 2 little Dixie cups full to the top with fine Jack Daniels sippin whisky. We retire to the VIP couch dance area. :drink: We drink as we wait for the next song and talk about all the drama and other happenings at the club and with her life. Some very nice high contact dances follow; necking, kissing. She rubs me through my pants. I rub her though her, err well she’s not wearing anything down there any more.
The night continued like that. I would sit on a barstool with her rubbing and snuggling with me, only breaking for her to go and find us alcohol or for us to go for more dances. This really made up for the evenings previous folly. I drove home with my clothes and hands smelling of her tropical body spray. Mmmmm, I was a happy PL indeed. :smiley_sm
Ms. M grins when she sees me. I take my tipping spot and when she gets to me she gives me a big hug and a kiss (HA! … These other suckers don’t stand a chance against me! :neener: ) “Where have you been? What have you been up to? I missed you so much! I’ll be right over as soon as I’m off stage”. Now, … behold mere mortals… Fucko has arrived … lower your eyes … dare not look at him!
ROFL, I love that! There is a serious ego rush associated with having a dancer on stage give you all her attention, as if to tell all those other PLs that she would rather be with you than any of them!
BTW, trip report #1, (the unsuccessful one), sounds a lot like the Red Parrot. Am I right? I don't get to El Paso very often, but I had some GREAT, and I mean REALLY GREAT experiences on those sofas..... I thought they had a bad fire, and wasn't sure if it was re-opened.
The club in TR #2 also sounds pretty good, if the crowd is an indicator. Can you tell us which one that one was?
mortalman
12-25-2005, 07:40 AM
Trip 1 was the Parrot, Trip 2 was Jaguars
If you make a pilgrimage over from AZ you should definitly check it out
mortalman, I'd say your trips pretty much confirm the TNPLH theory. Sounds like club #2 is the place to be ;D
Personally, I'm a home club kinda guy. Even if I'm without a favorite at any given moment, by knowing some of the other dancers, even casually, it's much easier to get attention. And assuming you have a rep as a spender and considering dancer attrition, a home club becomes fertile ground for planting seeds and growing new favorites as needed.
I drifted a lot during my first year or so of clubbing. Yeah, once in a while I hit the jackpot but more often than not, I left feeling pretty unfullfilled and wishing I hadn't spent the money. My ROI has always been best when investing in the stocks that I know :)
FBR
Moneywise
12-25-2005, 06:51 PM
Personally, I'm a home club kinda guy. Even if I'm without a favorite at any given moment, by knowing some of the other dancers, even casually, it's much easier to get attention. And assuming you have a rep as a spender and considering dancer attrition, a home club becomes fertile ground for planting seeds and growing new favorites as needed.
Truer words have never been spoken.
My ROI has always been best when investing in the stocks that I know
Well! (Sorry. I thought I was in church for a sec.)
kitana
12-29-2005, 05:59 PM
Trip 1 was the Parrot, Trip 2 was Jaguars
If you make a pilgrimage over from AZ you should definitly check it out
Thanks for the tip, lol.
If I ever get out that way, I'll make sure to check it out and try to work there, since obviously these girls don't have much hustle skills.
Otherwise great TR man!
Trip 1 was the Parrot, Trip 2 was Jaguars
Jags! Left a lot of dinero there when my unit trained there last year before we went to the sandbox! Good times!}:D
Moneywise
12-30-2005, 12:59 AM
To blend or not to blend
I’ve been noticeable absent from the board for a bit. You know how sometimes the bear has to go into hibernation. Yet when that bear smells certain scents it can be known to poke its head out for a short moment or two. The weather is breaking down here in Florida and those chilly 40 degree temps are going away. The scent of that honey pot is tickling my nostrils.
Update on P: He has been DJing at a hands off SC since he left the ol stomping grounds. He has also began to DJ on Weekends at the local college hangout and keeps leaving me messages on Friday nights “live on location” with tales of beautiful college girls with lots of spirit in them. I haven’t taken him up on that offer yet but it’s just a matter of time before I roll through. We stopped through the ol stomping grounds last week at around 8pm. The place has really gone downhill. Not necessarily due to his exodus… It was already on the way down months ago. They’ve taken what used to be a neighborhood RnB/Hip Hop SC which used to be shoulder to shoulder (in a less than desirable neighborhood) and tried to turn it into the rebirth of the backstreet boys. I used to frequent it partly because of the music P spun which always put me in a mood to spend. I’ve been back (0) times since he quit working there.
Update on Ms. J: I know too much about her to walk into the ol stomping grounds and get googly eyed anymore. Frazier has tasted her walls. Although it was scintillating treat while it lasted I now know too much which turns me off a bit. She’s still cool & well worth a few LDs but the days of trying to hit it are long gone. The illusion of ecstasy has been blurred by knowledge of frequent drug abuse and the abuse of her own children. I just know too much… That’s what happens when you get “in”. You begin to learn things that make you wish you would have never fostered that relationship with that person on the inside that’s not a dancer.
I’ve been hitting the clubs on average once a week. I have my share of fun but mostly it has been about chillin out, having a nice drink, and sizing up distinct opportunities. I’m no longer green so the days of rushing in with a shitload of cash and racing the clock to get it spent are long gone. Now I roll with a wad of cash and more often than not leave with a little over half of it. (drinks, a few LDs)
I’ve actually recently enjoyed a promotion at work which has given me more responsibility than ever. This keeps me grounded. Yet, at the same time, increases my disposable income ten fold. Ok. Enough about me.
Ms. 1 grand (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=39573&page=21&pp=15) called on Friday. She was flying out from LV and headed towards NY before heading up to PA. IOW She was making those holiday rounds. She wanted to know if I was going to be in SC within the next couple of days because she would have altered her route to see me there since she has family there and wanted to swing through anyways. I didn’t have any plans to go home for xmas and thus told her we would have to catch up with each other again soon. I’ll admit though… hearing her voice made me want to rush to the nearest counter and withdraw one large.
Last week I stopped by the local watering hole which is just a wonderful 5 minutes from home. Ms. M was in attendance. It was around midnight and I had plans to meet P at around 1 to do what we men that like to hit SCs do. She was looking especially hot in a cute little white two piece with some knee high leather boots. She likes to “greet” me when I go in by jumping in my lap when I am sitting so I purposely choose stool because that shit hurts. Frazier can only take so much shock. We caught up on recent happenings in our lives. She asked me why it had been so long since I last visited (it had been just a few weeks but I guess in dancer time that’s 3 years). I shrugged and contributed my absence to being a workaholic (lol..yeah ok). We cuddled as she sat there in my lap with her legs up and her arm around me. You would have thought my lap was a manger or something.
I questioned her about availability. We had already agreed to get together. However, like most tales from the dark side it’s never cut & dry. She has an overbearing xbf that likes to “hang around”. Apparently he is the father of her 9 month old boy and uses that as his excuse to assume the role as her personal answering service. “If he answers the phone and it’s a guy he will never give the phone to me”. Uhh ok. So I take the opportunity to set something up by being straight and to the point.
MW: Whatcha doing when you get off?
M: Nothing. Why?
MW: I bet you could use that full body massage. Why don’t I meet you at your place after you get off? What’s you address?
M: <tells me her address without hesitation>
MW: You know what. You’ll actually be really tired at 4am. Why don’t I stop by tomorrow?
M: That sounds good. I don’t get out of bed until around 12:30.
MW: Will your butler be there?
M: <laughs> No. not tomorrow.
MW: Aight. I’ll call you around 1pm.
M: K
I then take her to the LD room to get a little closer. Three dances later I am overflowing with appreciation for the wonderfully majestic views offered to me for a solid 15 minutes. She gets very playful & close when she’s around me. This is the same girl that I had originally met at an air dance club before she made a move. Go figure. That same girl has given me her number, address, and described her car to use as a landmark when searching for her apartment. P called to see where I was while we were in there and I just let him talk to her. I never made it over to meet him that night btw.
Sunday at around 1pm I call her and she answers the phone (shock). She had been waiting for me to call and gave a few additional directions to be sure I didn’t get lost. Hell, I can pretty much find my way anywhere (esp. when some chocha is involved). About 30 minutes there I stand outside her apartment door like a trojan man wroght with confidence. Thankfully I am an imposing individual. Let me just say, even being a big dude, I felt a bit uncomfy in her complex of choice. (the things we do for some ass…)
I knocked and was greeted a few seconds later by someone that looked slightly different than the illusion of beauty I had been accustomed to but still hot nevertheless. I strolled in an made myself comfy on “the couch”. I will leave it at that and not elaborate. Her little boy was in the room crying like it was nobody’s business. We chilled for a bit. I had taken a king sized Caramello over (her fave chocolate). I have to admit. She had a t-shirt & shorts workin! As we conversate I can’t avoid the obvious nature of the screaming kid in the background. I offer to keep him company. She thought it would be better for him to take his nap. Aight.
M: I’m soooooo tired.
MW: I have the answer for that. Come sit down right here. (pointing to the floor between my legs)
She moves over to reposition herself which allows a nice soft massage to commence. She’s from New Jersey and takes time to fill me in on her family and how she misses the closeness of family especially around the holidays. The getting to know you sessions is going very well. As I am softly massaging her shoulders she has begun to moan ever so lightly. I love that shit. “Nnnnhhhhhhh” is music to my ears. She lies back a bit and places her arms on my thighs. The silhouette of her perfectly shaped breasts is beginning to capture my attention. It’s time for yet another advancement opportunity to present itself. I begin to slowly move my caresses down her chest until my hands are squarely resting upon her beautiful breasts. The massage continues as I find her nipples to be perkier than ever. I would imagine by this time she feels Frazier waking up and stretching. “Would you like to get more comfortable?” I say with thoughts of taking this to the bedroom. “Actually I am very comfortable right here” she replies. Aight.
As my hands caress her soft mounds of joy I have now begun to kiss her neck working my way from the side to the back where it tickles. By this time we’re both getting pretty worked up. My next thought was what if her BF shows up. Then I quickly shift to “who gives a damn” mode and slipped her shirt over her head. By this time she had turned around and, while on her knees, leaned in for some lip service. This girl reminded me of the days back when I used to sneak in my 16 yr old GFs house while her parents were gone and make out like our lives depended on it. That’s the way I felt at that very moment as she and I kissed each other passionately.
*FTB* :-\
I looked at the Palm and noticed the time. It was almost 3pm and all was quiet. Lil man had finally fallen off to sleep and we both laid there sprawled out over the couch in each other’s arms. It must have been the wonderful echo of passionate sound that put him to sleep. Words cannot express how good of a day this turned out to be. She excused herself to go tidy up while I struggled to restore myself to some sense of order. It was that good. It was just 3pm and I felt like I had moved mountains. She tried to get me to hang around while she whipped something up but I wasn’t about all that. I had clearly ventured over with an itinerary solidly resting between my ears. We kissed and she made me promise to stop in to see her “tonight”. I haven’t been to that club since Sat night.
Today after work P called and told me I had to stop by and see this new beauty that started today. I ended up buying 4 rounds of some great Vodka and we caught up on some things. He hadn’t seen me since we rolled into the ol stomping grounds last week.
P: Where you been man?
MW: <sly smile>
P: Ohhh… You’ve been handling business. (laughter)
More drinks and good times.
MW
Spidey
12-30-2005, 03:50 PM
Mortalman, just had to let you know I was out on the 23rd and believe I was fucko number 1, sorry for your bad time at the Parrot but if it makes you feel any better I had a great time with Jade.
mortalman
12-30-2005, 07:04 PM
Mortalman, just had to let you know I was out on the 23rd and believe I was fucko number 1, sorry for your bad time at the Parrot but if it makes you feel any better I had a great time with Jade.
Round 1 to you sir. I tip my hat to you :hat:
mortalman
12-30-2005, 07:07 PM
Personally, I'm a home club kinda guy. Even if I'm without a favorite at any given moment, by knowing some of the other dancers, even casually, it's much easier to get attention. And assuming you have a rep as a spender and considering dancer attrition, a home club becomes fertile ground for planting seeds and growing new favorites as needed.
FBR
Very true, very true
mortalman
12-30-2005, 07:10 PM
Thanks for the tip, lol.
If I ever get out that way, I'll make sure to check it out and try to work there, since obviously these girls don't have much hustle skills.
Otherwise great TR man!
If you do make it out here, let me know and I'll be on my way :moped:
Docido
01-06-2006, 08:20 PM
Since I’m new here thought I’d post a trip report. There’s no sploodging, groping, or the breaking of any local statutes so to some of you this may be a bit tame.
The club itself was nothing special. In fact, it’s positively low rent. The type of place where if the lap dance is bad, at least you can stare down at the sofa and play guess that stain.
I rolled into the club in the early afternoon, an unusual time for me, brought an overpriced beer and retreated to the darkest corner. And this club is dark; maybe better to hide the occasionally scary clientele. As I sat nursing my beer, (I was one of the few custies there) a dancer I vaguely knew stopped, turned, and made a bee-line toward my table. It turns out I’d spoken to her before. Her stage name was C and I remembered her from several months ago because of the strange circumstance under which we met. Then I was sitting with a friend of hers who we’ll call C2. C2 was notable for being able to clean out the average PL’s wallet as quickly as a school of piranha can strip the carcass of a dead steer. Something I find almost perversely admirable. As C2 was trying to turn me into her latest bank deposit, C ran over, sat down and held out her wrist. “Here! Here look at what he did! The fucker nearly broke my wrist.” I stared down out C’s arm and there was a blood purple bruise about the width of a quarter encircling her wrist. “I can’t stay here tonight. I’ve just got to get out of here. Tell them I’m leaving and I don’t give a fuck what they say.” And with those words, she jumped up, spun her heels, and disappeared into the inky black.
Fast forward to the present, since that time C had dumped the asshole boyfriend, moved out on her own, and returned to dancing for pervs like me. We sat and chatted for a bit, C made her sales pitch, I bit, and then we closed the deal and off to the private area we went.
C may give the dirtiest clean dances of anyone I’ve ever encountered. She also has the type of booty that would make certain posters here squeal with horny delight. She first positioned me on the couch and told me to spread my legs apart. I did this because I’m an obedient little custie. Once I was set, C undid her bikini top, which fell to the floor. Next she very slowly stripped out of her T-back, teasing me all the while by turning this way and that, each time giving me a better view. Once the preliminaries were done, C hopped up on the couch, put her arms around my shoulders and did the gentle blowing in the ear, which coupled with her dark auburn hair draped over my face and down my shoulders, well what’s a poor fool to do. I know those can be cliché moves, but damn, they can be powerful triggers when they’re done right. “So would you like me to massage your back?” I’m sure my response was something like a low moan of assent, but probably less coherent. C moved me to a new spot on the couch, bent me over slightly (Jeez I’m starting to sound like such a bottom here) and began kneading my back muscles, starting at the top of the spine, then working downward, all the while whispering in my ear and letting her breasts brush lightly against my back. This went on for several more minutes of massaging, teasing, and caressing until our time was up.
When we returned to the main floor all the other custie mushrooms were gone. To fight off the boredom of an empty afternoon club, all the dancers were sitting on stage playing with make-up. C giggled like a school girl and shouted, “I’ll get mine”. Then she ran into the dressing room. She soon returned with an overflowing bag filled with glow-in-the-dark body paint. “Want to put some on me?” Here I was in the equivalent of a stripper slumber party. How could I refuse? C sat down on the edge of the stage, and then began setting out jars of paint –orange, purple, red, blue. “Pick one!” I went for the orange. I then began finger painting stripes up and down her legs and across her back. Once I was finished all she needed was the cat ears and tail to complete the affect. She stood up twirled around the stage practicing a few half-hearted moves all the while gazing in the back mirrors. Then she crouched down on all fours meowing and mimicking a cat’s posture before she collapsed in a giggling fit. I couldn’t help but smile.
Well all good trips must come to an end and real life beckons. I settled up my tab and then went back out into the daylight.
Returning you to your regularly scheduled transmissions.
SportsWriter2
01-06-2006, 08:58 PM
The club itself was nothing special. In fact, it’s positively low rent. The type of place where if the lap dance is bad, at least you can stare down at the sofa and play guess that stain.
Damn, you're the Chili Palmer of "girl next door" experiences. Excellent advanture and quality writing. I'm a big fan of fluorescent markers. And Sharpies, too. :)
Good story along with very colorful writing :)
Thanks for the TR!
FBR
Moneywise
01-07-2006, 10:55 AM
Nice TR Docido. :) Welcome to the fun room.
yoda57us
01-07-2006, 06:08 PM
Ok, I'll be honest, I've never been very interested in the TR thread-maybe I'm just too jaded or maybe adult onset ADD has robbed me of the patience to read 3 part posts. At any rate, something finally happened on a SC visit last night that was surreal enough for me to write about.
I had spent the afternoon in "anything goes" Providence so I was feeling pretty well satisfied in the two-way "you grab mine, I'll grab yours" department. I headed toward one of my newer favorite clubs in "no-contact" Mass. I was content to visit a fav whom I hadn't seen for a while - Miss A. and kill a few hours in low contact snuggle mode before heading off for a week long job out of town.
I hadn't seen Miss A in about six weeks-I was out of town a lot, she was on vacation in Orlando. We had been exchanging voice mails for a while but the last two I left her had gone unanswered. I got a table and waited for a waitress, I saw Miss A. across the club talking with what appeared to be a new Brazilian dancer (Miss A. is of course Brazilian as well, sorry, but what did you guys expect from me....). As they headed in my direction Miss A. spotted me and ran over with a big hug that alone was worth the cover charge to get into the club. She introduced her friend, Miss C., and we all sat down together. Miss A. excused herself for a minute and I got acquainted with Miss C. - a very charming Brasilera who could easily have emptied my wallet if my fav hadn't been there. After a few minutes Miss A. came back with a gift that she had bought for me in Florida. I was pleasantly surprised by this; we have known each other for about two years but never exchanged gifts before. It worked out well since I had a small holiday gift for her as well that I had not had a chance to give her before Christmas. We must have exchanged some sort of telepathic message back in November about gift giving. In any event it was a great way to start off the evening.
Prologue: Miss A. and I met 2 years ago in her old club. It was lust at first site for me but the set up at her old club didn't lend itself to much privacy. Her dances where provocative enough considering the "no-contact" environment but I had no idea until she changed clubs two months ago how much "fun" we could have. It pays to be patient.
Miss A. had a couple of guys who wanted to buy dances and since I was planning on taking her to VIP (and out of circulation) I told her I wouldn't mind if she took care of them while I chatted with the lovely Miss C. for a bit. Miss A. did a few dances with two guys that I had seen talking with her earlier and than, on her way back to out table, she stopped to chat with another guy who I assumed was a customer as well. They talked for a while and she ran off to find a bouncer and took him back to the table that this guy was sitting at. Some words where exchanged though no one seemed to be angry. Eventually the guy left the club and Miss A. came back to our table.
At this point I should add that Miss A. got married a few months ago for the same reason lots of Brazilian girls get married-to stay in the United States. Miss A. and Mr. A. had a carefully arranged agreement that basically allowed them both to do their own thing while sharing a domicile until Miss A. got her permanent green card. Mr. A. had been a nice enough guy at the start but it turns out he was not adjusting well to Miss A. continuing to dance. Even though she told Mr. A that she could not afford to stop dancing he had just assumed it would happen after they tied the knot. Turns out Mr. A was the guy she stopped to talk with on the way back to our table. Since I had last seen her he had started showing up at the club even though they agreed that it was not a good idea. Mr. A. had also started taking her cell phone when she was in the shower or asleep and checking her incoming and outgoing calls. My cell number is blocked but she had been afraid to call me or any of her other regulars because she didn't want Mr. A. causing any trouble with the owners of the phone numbers. In short order Mr. A. has turned into a whinny, possessive pain. He was faking some sort of illness at the club in order to get her attention. She went and got a bouncer to try and help or possibly call an ambulance. He said he was feeling better and left the club. With Mr. A. huffing and puffing into the night it was time for Miss. A. and me to head up to VIP.....
Richard_Head
01-07-2006, 07:19 PM
OMG, a TR from Yoda :O. Thanks (you too Docido).
LOL, please tell me that her name is not Bianca.
http://www.voltabianca.info/
yoda57us
01-07-2006, 07:22 PM
...continued
This was my second visit to VIP with Miss A. since she changed clubs. Last November had been an eye opener and I was anticipating a repeat. The fact that Miss A. had me help her re-arrange the sofa in our VIP room so that she could see the doorway in the mirror boded well for me. Champagne, strawberries and whipped cream where all delivered by our waitress and a generous tip was bestowed by yours truly in hopes that the waitress would assume that we could handle things from here on out. She got the hint.
Miss A. never had champagne, whipped cream or strawberries growing up in South America. She has done her best since discovering them to find as many uses as possible for all three. She has only one rule in the VIP room; anything that gets champagne or whipped cream applied to it is fair game for whomever's mouth can reach it. Miss A. is endowed with, among other things, a perfect set of 34B's that where just made to be fondled and sucked on. She applied champagne to each nipple by putting each breast into the glass and tilting the glass back. She presented her glistening nipples to within an inch of my mouth and, at the same time placed her left hand in my lap to make sure I had brought little yoda along for the ride. Yes, Miss A. can handle a stick and her champagne soaked nipples made for a wonderful tasting appetizer. After a few minutes of this I found my shirt being unbuttoned and champagne being applied to MY nipples. She put a strawberry in her mouth and ran it over my chest for a few minutes while still stick shifting LY through my pants. If this was all we did for an hour I would have been in heaven. Miss A. finished her appetizer and decided it was time for my main course. She reached around and poured champagne down her well-toned ass and allowed it to drip over her cookie and down her legs. Next she applied whipped cream with a strawberry that she promptly stuck in my mouth when she was done. She climbed up on the sofa with her back to me and lowered her cookie onto my face. The taste and experience was incredible. As I was going to town we looked into the mirror at the same time, caught each other doing it, and started giggling like two teenagers. For about 20 minutes I explored Miss A. with fingers, tongue and lips. We heard some noise outside of the VIP room so she climbed off just in case anyone was coming in.
It was time to go back to nipple sucking first hers, and then mine again. As this continued I realized that both of Miss A.'s hands where now in my lap and I felt my pants being unbuttoned followed by the zipper coming down. Freeing LY was not part of her repertoire during our last VIP experience and I told her that I didn't want her to get into any trouble. She replied that it wasn't fair that I got to have all the fun and promptly poured a little champagne on LY. She licked it off very gently and then applied a few drops of whipped cream.
OK, I’m 48 years old and I'm gonna come clean right here and confess that I've never had whipped cream on my dick before. Dammit! I liked it! What have I been waiting for?
Miss A. put a strawberry in her mouth and swallowed LY while the strawberry was still in there. I could feel her tongue, the strawberry and LY all fighting for territory inside her mouth. This went on for a few minutes before she swallowed the strawberry and just went for broke with LY. I had already had a splooge event in Providence earlier that day so I was fairly certain that, as good as Miss A. was, I wasn't going to do it again in a hurry. She zipped me up just as the waitress was coming around the corner and rested her head on my chest while I slipped the waitress another $20 s a thank you for leaving us alone for the hour. She told us to take our time.
Miss A. crawled up into my lap and very sweetly apologized for keeping me waiting earlier in the evening while she dealt with her hubby. I told her not to worry about it. She told me that the hour we had just spent treating each other like human fruit salads was the most relaxed she had been all day. After another ten minutes of cuddling we got up to leave just as the waitress cam back to let Miss A know that there was a customer asking for her down on the main floor. I gave her a kiss in the forehead and we walked out of VIP. To her surprise (and mine) Mr. A was waiting for her at the top of the stairs. I left her with him and walked down the stairs. I waited by the door before leaving to see if they where arguing or just talking. When she finally came down the stairs she told me that he had asked her if I was the guy that left the message last week about what days she was going to be working. I was the guy but she told him it was someone else who had already been in earlier in the week.
It was a great night but I'm getting the feeling that Miss A. is headed for trouble with the hubby. We agreed that I'm not going to call her; she'll call me from a landline for now. She plans to get a new cell phone next week and have someone other than her hubby set up the VM password for her....
yoda57us
01-07-2006, 07:32 PM
OMG, a TR from Yoda :O. Thanks (you too Docido).
LOL, please tell me that her name is not Bianca.
http://www.voltabianca.info/
Lol, no RH, it's not Bianca. Jeff is still at it, I get his email updates. He's starting to run out of gas, and money....It's so much easier to just find another Brazilian when they disappear on you like that. Bianca was his first and the first is always the hardest to let go of.
mortalman
01-07-2006, 08:13 PM
Excellent TR Yoda
Well done on so many levels
yoda57us
01-07-2006, 08:48 PM
Thanks MM, your kind words are very much appreciated.:)
....and the Patriots are up 28 to 3 in the 4th quarter!
Moneywise
01-07-2006, 10:16 PM
Ok, I'll be honest, I've never been very interested in the TR thread-maybe I'm just too jaded or maybe adult onset ADD has robbed me of the patience to read 3 part posts. At any rate, something finally happened on a SC visit last night that was surreal enough for me to write about.
Isn't it funny how good happenings in the SC can compel even you to write a TR? You get all excited and just want to lay it down for the fellow blue ballas. ;D I TOTALLY understand. Nice TR too btw. Good reading.
Thanks Yoda for an inspiring, wood inducing trip report!
I actually did have a new year's resolution to cut back in 2006, but it's now 1/8, I haven't been in a club since 12/22, and after reading your TR adventure, I'm saying to myself SCREW RESOLUTIONS! Let the happy hunting begin again! ;)
rockie
01-08-2006, 04:49 AM
Yoda, Thanks for the post! You could be leading the SW TR revival. I know your smart enough, but I would keep my eye out for the husband. I'd make sure I know his plate and make of car, and make sure I'm thinking of that pre and post
club visit. Even though that's the last thing you want to be thinking about. Regards, Rockie
yoda57us
01-08-2006, 08:01 AM
Thanks everyone for the positive responses.
You've got a point Rockie. As I metioned a lot of Brazilians have self-arranged green card marriages so I've never worried too much about husbands ITC or OTC. I sense that Miss A.'s guy is different. Miss A. is a busy gal at the club so he's going to have to do a lot of leg work if he wants to bother any of her customers. I now know what he drives and what he looks like. I made sure he wasn't in the parking lot when I left....
Richard_Head
01-08-2006, 08:04 AM
Yoda, Thanks for the post! You could be leading the SW TR revival.
Here's a TR from a couple of weeks ago.
It was a saturday night, I had nothing better to do so I decided to visit one of the local SC's. The place was pretty busy when I got there with both customers and dancers. My club fave wasn't working but there were several other dancers there that I knew. I noticed a new girl working on this visit, she was smokin' hot, tight little body, great ass, natural c-cups, pretty face, when she hit the stage I immediately made my way up to the stage and tipped her, it didn't take her long to make her way over to me after her stage set, she planted herself on my lap and we talked for a bit, she was very nice, she told me she had only been in town for two weeks, the dances came next and I'm telling you they were some of the best I have gotten in a long time in this club (this is a notoriously low contact club), I'm guessing that won't last if she stays there as the girls there tend to police themselves and from what I hear they chase off those girls giving any signs of heavy contact. Needless to say, I found it a nice change for this place. Seeing I was down to my last $80, I got 8 dances from her (gotta love the $10 dances), after I paid her she sat on my lap again and started probing me about my situation, "was I in town visiting?", "am I staying nearby?", "do you live nearby?", "do you live alone?", LOL, can you tell where this is going? Then she came right out with it "I was just asking because I also do outcall, would you be interested?" So I asked her how we would go about arranging this, how much would it cost, what would be included, her replies, "just give me your number and I'll call you when I get off work (at 2:30am, it was about 12:30am at that time)", "$400", and "FS". So I pulled out my business card, gave it her and told her to give me a call.
Seeing I was now out of money I headed out, there's a bank on my way home so I made a quick stop to the ATM to pick up the $400, I drive home, flip on the TV, lay down to wait for the phone call, and FALL ASLEEP. I woke up at about 8:00am, checked my cell, sure enough there was a message at about 2:20am asking if I was still interested in meeting up. AARRGGHH.
Not to worry, we rescheduled for a couple of days later;).
mortalman
01-08-2006, 08:50 AM
Good report Mr. Head, keep us posted.
I had a very similar experience. I am originally from an area of California with clubs that have no contact air dances (at $40 to $60 a pop I might add). When I came here to West Texas, I was propositioned in the same way on my very first strip club visit ;D
I love this town
yoda57us
01-08-2006, 09:23 AM
"I was just asking because I also do outcall, would you be interested?"
Nice TR, I love the instant gratification OTC angle.
It's nice when they make it easy for you! It's good that you got her info when you did RH-proving once again that timing is everything. Girls who are that open usually end up pissing off the other girls fairly quickly, she may not last long in that club.
I had a similar experience in San Diego last summer. Bought ten dances from a very hot Mexican dancer and she slipped her card into my shirt pocket as I was paying her. Unfortunately this lady was email only and by the time she got back to me I was back in Boston. Ah well, she travels and so do I, ya never know...
Yoda, those were excellent TR's, especially from a guy who usually doesnt care to post 'em ;D
RH, my heart sank when you said you missed the call back :O Then I read your last paragraph :) If you feel like it, an HG report would be a good thing :P
FBR
SportsWriter2
01-08-2006, 03:43 PM
Miss A. is a busy gal at the club so he's going to have to do a lot of leg work if he wants to bother any of her customers. I now know what he drives and what he looks like. I made sure he wasn't in the parking lot when I left....
Yoda, great TR, but what are you thinking? He'll send one of his boys next time, and you don't exactly blend into the crowd. Tip #53: Shop around for windshield replacement prices ahead of time, and don't go back to the club on a rainy night. :O
Richard_Head
01-08-2006, 05:42 PM
Yoda, great TR, but what are you thinking? He'll send one of his boys next time, and you don't exactly blend into the crowd.
No kidding, how could he miss you?
http://ironteam.net/archives/yoda.jpg
yoda57us
01-08-2006, 08:17 PM
Yoda, great TR, but what are you thinking? He'll send one of his boys next time, and you don't exactly blend into the crowd. Tip #53: Shop around for windshield replacement prices ahead of time, and don't go back to the club on a rainy night. :O
Sporty, I truly appreciate your concern but, trust me, this guy doesn't have "boys". He's in his mid 30's and he and Miss A. live in his mother's house. I just talked to Miss A. and she told me he's been told to stay out of the club. He cried when the manager showed him the rule about no husbands, boyfriends, mothers or fathers in the club. Yeah, it's in writting
Blending in is boring. I make the big teddy bear thing work for me.;)
Thanks for the tips Sporty, sounds like you've been down this road before....
SeppeSai
01-10-2006, 02:53 PM
(This one's for NFL fans. ;))
My last visit to the club almost got me in trouble.
As is a long-standing habit, I wear a dark blue Tom Brady New England Patriots jersey to the home club whenever I visit. Brady's my favorite active player and his jerseys are somewhat rare here in El Lay.
It also makes for a nice ready form of ID for dancers who know me by sight if not by name.
I drop in last Sunday and plop my ass down at the bar with $$ in hand for the hot bartender to take care of me. The ATF is not working tonight but I wasn't there for her on this day.
After I got my Coke, a liquored-up guy with a Los Angeles Raiders hat on pulled on my sleeve and started talking shit about the Patriots and Brady in particular. I shrugged him off and made nicey -nice small talk with him for a minute or two but didn't get into anything deep.
As the time ticekd by, I decided to ask him and his buddy about who the Raiders were going to coach since their head coach position is currently vacant. Liquored-up guy decides to show off his hard-core die hard fandom and begins to bleat about how the Raiders were this and that, things were looking up, blah, blah, blah. As a knowledgeable Raider observer (since most of my family and friends are Raider fans), I begin refuting his points one by one.
It turns out he's still bitter over the Patriots stealing a playoff win from the Raiders in 2001. So he let me have it long and loud to the point that he was just about ready to crack my head open if I so much as said the wrong thing. I ceased talking to him but every time I looked over at the entrance to the DR, he was mad-dogging me from his seat close by.
I wound up tipping the hot bartender a 10 and walked out. The fucker ruined my entire mood.
Katrine
01-10-2006, 09:35 PM
Great TR Yoda, very sexy!
Moneywise
01-11-2006, 05:40 PM
I met a celebrity and I am going to fuck her.
MW
Docido
01-11-2006, 05:46 PM
Excellent trip reports. Very well done.
Richard_Head
01-11-2006, 06:22 PM
I met a celebrity and I am going to fuck her.
MWCare to expand upon that?
SportsWriter2
01-11-2006, 07:34 PM
I met a celebrity and I am going to fuck her.
MW
Mariah Carey perhaps? Do her fast, because she's putting on weight. :O
yoda57us
01-11-2006, 07:39 PM
Great TR Yoda, very sexy!
Thanks Kat!}:D
Moneywise
01-11-2006, 08:17 PM
I’ll try to keep this short & sweet. As you already know P is now working in a “no contact” club. I have only really gotten lap dances from a couple of dancers there. One is too hot for her own good and the other is very slutty. Her sluttiness gets my blood flowing. They also both blur the contact line. A funny thing happened to me this past Monday. I strolled in and a beautiful “milf” of a woman was sitting at a table entertaining some guys. I had no idea who she was. I just knew she was hot as hell. A quick inquiry with P reveals her identity. She’s world renowned, famous for what she does, and does it very well. She slips in the booth and candid conversation ensues. I love a woman that can talk about sex openly and candidly. Here she stood next to me. A picture of latex perfection... I always heard Chili talking about these latex goddesses and never really thought much of it. It never appealed to me. That was until I met the most beautiful piece of plastic surgery ever. :O After our little conversation about the most titillating of topics she graced the stage. It was then that I told P I had to have her. He went ahead and gave me the “rest of the story”. I then left for the evening.
It’s Tuesday and my cell phone rings around lunch.
P: Dude. After you left she asked about you.
MW: Riighhhttt.
P: Seriously. I got her number. She said to tell you to give her a call.
It was at this point that I realized he must have divulged to her how much I was drooling over her. Tonight I called her. Her typical price is 1500+. I tried talking her into $500. She held firm. We eventually met in the middle at 1G. I’m going back tomorrow evening to talk particulars with her. My mind is still not made up as to whether or not I will drop a G on her. However, I am leaning in that direction. I cannot divulge her name as it would be in everyone’s best interest that I do not. :-X Let me pose the question to you. If you had an opportunity to fuck a top shelf lady of the screen for 1G would you gather it up? I am left to ponder that tonight as I prepare to hit the sack. :-\ I know what you're going to say since you know I have done this before. However, rational thought always seems to lose to blood flow.
SeppeSai
01-12-2006, 01:13 AM
The first question I had was "What does P think about all this?" Have you asked his opinion, MW?
From where I sit, I see it as the following:
Pros:
a)taking care of a well-known face is a feather in the cap;
b)despite your track record, opportunities with ladies worth 1K don't occur very often;
c)her experience in these matters (given your statement about her usual price) could be very beneficial to you; she has to live up to a $1500 base price tag;
d)not necessarily a plus, but has P let you down when he's given you introductions of this kind?
e)You put the dawg in dawg. How could you NOT pass this up? ;)
Cons:
a)1K is a lot of $$, especially given your proven track record at getting the same "product"for less ;) ;
b)does this lady match the goddess you hit the 1K level with last time?
c)If you pass, it could be "the one that got away";
d)the finished "product" not matching the advertising. All that plastic may not look or be so hot when you're done exploring;
e)P cracking on you if you pass;
f)as an adjunct to that, what if she comes into the club again?
Just posing questions and ideas. No real advice, sorry.
yoda57us
01-12-2006, 08:09 AM
.
Let me pose the question to you. If you had an opportunity to fuck a top shelf lady of the screen for 1G would you gather it up? I am left to ponder that tonight as I prepare to hit the sack.
Penelope Cruz - Yes!
Salma Hayak - Yep!
Hillary Swank - Maybe for $500
Meryl Streep - Not even for free
In general, whenever I get the urge to fuck somebody that wants $1000 for the priviledge I put on a "Mike In Brazil" video and spank little yoda while thinking about all the $300 girls I can call the next day. Works every time.}:D
Moneywise
01-12-2006, 01:06 PM
lol yoda! After weighing the responses here I am left wondering if 3 or 4 $250 excursions would be worth this one ringer. Since this isn't something @ partake often I am leaning in the "fuck it" direction. If you see a TR within the next week or so from me you'll know I took that dive. Can she be compared to my 1G conquest from recent months? YES. She's definitely on that level and then some. (written from the treo so excuse any typos)
SportsWriter2
01-12-2006, 07:34 PM
I am left wondering if 3 or 4 $250 excursions would be worth this one ringer.
I'm happy with fun friends who let you write anything you want on them. I've never written RINGER, but that might be fun. :P
Moneywise
01-12-2006, 09:57 PM
We have a lunch date scheduled for this weekend. She's big on the "getting to know you and being confortable with you" thing. She's taking a leap of faith hooking up locally and P is a fucking god in a DJ's skin.
Oh, after our little chat today she gave me two sizziling lap dances that had Frazier standing at full attention in line ready for open ranks inspection.
Another tidbit: I searched high and low finally coming up with a forum where a couple of fellas posted their equivalent of our HGs about her. (from a couple of years ago.. I was googling my ass off.. didn't find the forum til I went to Yahoo search. WTG Yahoo!) I got a woody the size of saturn reading through them. So much that I had to take some oxygen to get the blood flowing back into my other extremities.
mr_punk
01-14-2006, 11:36 AM
I strolled in and a beautiful "milf" of a woman was sitting at a table entertaining some guys. I had no idea who she was. I just knew she was hot as hell. A quick inquiry with P reveals her identity. She’s world renowned, famous for what she does, and does it very well.a PSE? i have never seen anyone go over to the dark side as quickly and throughly as you, MW. it brings tears of joy to my eyes. :devil: