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GenWar
02-06-2006, 02:44 PM
(continued from previous posts)

I would love to close out the night but the fact is, these dances are $30 each and I had no small number of them. I budget harshly for the club and I try real hard to stick to it. I did fail but not by much...only going over by one dance. The last dances of the evening were more relaxed. She gave the ostensible reason of the need for us to just enjoy each others company in quiet contemplation before parting ways for the evening. The SS sensor LOVED that line. Fact is, she was tired. She'd no idea I would show up tonight and me and the other regulars, kept her popping all night when she usually had hours to sit around on the week’s slowest night, Sunday. Still, she made me very comfortable and relaxed and we had a good few songs before it was time to go.

"You'd better call." she mock admonished. I pushed back to the professional side with, "You'd think I'd come all this way and not let you know I'd be by the club. THAT wouldn't be any fun." She pushed back on me, saying, "Well, you know...whatever you are doing, I expect a call. We don't have to come here, but I promise we'll have a good time." This conversation is not going in the direction I would like, so I give her the best CS smile I can summon and tell her I can't wait to see her again. We part and she heads in the back.

I hit the table and the wingman begins by demanding the number. "What?!" I say. He explains, "I need to protect you from yourself." I swear, sometimes he is more mother than Mrs. Gen. You should hear the two of them when they get together and commensurate over my attempts to drive after a couple of beers. I think their motto is, Impairment begins when you first SMELL the alcohol. "So...the number?" he presses, as we walk out. "I got this." I tell him, "Don't worry about me." He shrugs and we head out into the night, leaving the small, non-descript club fading in the rearview mirror.

mortalman
02-06-2006, 05:19 PM
Great Trip Report
Very well done GenWar
Thanks

yoda57us
02-06-2006, 05:34 PM
Great TR GenWar,

Nothing feels better than having a fav in your lap after you've done few dances while her other regulars are stewing in their seats. It's cool that you've got a good wingman, I fly solo in the clubs. All of my friends embarass me....

azdd
02-07-2006, 11:19 AM
Now, she is clearly trying to take the dancing to higher and higher levels. This time she is really working it and I would swear she is getting into it. I remind myself that it must be SS but I am forced to admit, that, if so, it is GOOD SS.

That's the beauty of really good SS. We can take great enjoyment in it while it's being piled on, knowing all along that it is what it is....SS!

Superb TR GenWar, and kudos to your excellent wingman (but don't give him that phone number;) )

SportsWriter2
02-14-2006, 07:35 PM
Sharpie Vday

I started planning this Friday night. Took out the big red chisel-point Sharpie and started drawing hearts. Two symmetrical sides drawn separately, starting from the top center.

I planned to see three girls in three clubs:

1. Pretty Latina, 20, long dark curly hair, perky C. We had already negotiated the things we'd do next time.

2. Cute mulatto, 21, the hottest ITC girl I know. We're just friends OTC, but I love the stares in restaurants. Interracial, inter-generational is hot with waitresses ("So what's with you guys?").

3. Pretty blonde, 20, slutty in a nonchalant way. They're just holes to her.

I knew where they'd want me to draw hearts, dots, words, whatever. I've been there before.

On Saturday the Kat struck, calling me the biggest Vday asshole here and privately, because she knows my situation. So I start thinking about #1 who wants her nether parts munched and licked. How dumb can I be? I thought about it again on Sunday and fantasized Monday night as I drifted off. The fantasy always tastes better.

Today I got up early and worked hard until noon. The mailman delivered the SI swimsuit edition. Noemi Lenoir (page 54) looks like a cross between #2 and an Azorean bondage freak I knew before her drug-dealing BF got killed and some other guy knocked her up. I like Noemi. I like the E-Jag she's kneeling in. Everyone else in the mag is too big. And they made Maria Sharapova look klutzy in her centerfold.

Kat's mindfuck was working on me. The ATF former dancer sent a long Valentine e-mail with a gentle plea not to play2day. And I started thinking, "What's the value of doing the same thing for the Nth time, or the first time with a newly slutty Latina?" So I wrote the ATF a long e-mail back.

Then I worked all afternoon and saved Vday for someone special. More money to invest. Anybody know a hot financial planner?

Katrine
02-14-2006, 08:26 PM
Awwwww....Sporty thought of me!! I'll think of you as I have my nether regions munched and licked tonight........SUCKA!!!!! Muah ;)

Richard_Head
02-14-2006, 08:31 PM
OMG, did aliens abduct sporty?

nicetightfit
02-14-2006, 10:15 PM
well, how about helping one of these friendly gals buy the new xbox? i mean, how can you sleep at night, knowing one of these poor ladies is making do without one, RH? it would be a mission of humanitarian aid...yeah, that's it.
Jesus, I could really use one. The left controller on his is all fucked up and all he does is whine about it all day and night.


...munched and licked ....
He swears he didn't, but I know he got stoned and munched and licked on that controller. The thing looks like a dog's chew toy. I'm scared to let him near my pussy when he's stoned anymore. Fortunately, the bass player is awesome the art of dining at the Y :P

HI Y'ALL!

You can call me NICE. That's what you seem to say anyway when I walk over. ;)

lunchbox
02-14-2006, 10:49 PM
Awwwww....Sporty thought of me!! I'll think of you as I have my nether regions munched and licked tonight........SUCKA!!!!! Muah ;)
sporty is a chick?

Richard_Head
02-20-2006, 08:45 AM
Okay, here's the reader's choice TR. Vegas would have probably been a better read but WTF.

This TR took place mid-late January, early on in the week CP & I had exchanged PM's and decided to meet up at the club on an early Thursday evening after we both got off of work. I didn't hear anything from CP all week and was wondering if the meeting would take place so I shot him another PM with my cell number, sure enough, CP the junkie that he is, gave me a call on Thursday afternoon and left me a message that he was still in and told me to look for the guy with the tie and goatee sitting along the wall.

I got off of work at 5:30pm and was at the club by 5:45pm (the club is convieniently close to my place of work), I was a bit peeved that they now charge cover starting at 5:30pm instead of 6:00pm but got over it quickly. As I enter the club I surveyed the room for someone sitting along the wall with a tie and goatee, luckily there was only one guy in the whole club wearing a tie (well except for the bouncers) so I assumed it was CP and grabbed the chair next to him, surprise, surprise he was pre-occupied with a buxom blonde so I ordered a drink and had Ms H (from Hustler Magazine) on my lap in no time, she noticed that I had just gotten there and told me she would stop back in a bit. 4-5 songs later CP finally came up for a breath and sent the buxom blonde on her way, I looked over and asked him if he as CP, sure enough he was, we chatted a bit about the club, my recent visit to Vegas, and if I recall correctly the ridiculous nature of some of the pinkies, before I knew it he had some asian girl grinding on him and I had Ms W sitting on my lap. I had gotten dances from Ms W maybe a half dozen time or so, but hadn't seen her in I'm guessing a good year or so, I was pleasantly surprised that she had remembered me. Ms W has long blonde hair and an incredibly well done (and perky) BA, she was wearing a black bra and thong, she rubbed out 4 very pleasant dances before I called it quits.

CP and I chatted a bit more then at that point he noticed me eyeing Ms H (who had promised to come back but hadn't yet) and commented what a "freak of nature" she was (as in freakishly hot), he's right, she really is smokin hot (she's told me that she works out 6 days a week), anyways everytime she got close some other PL would pull her over (and nobody gets just one dance from this girl). Seeing as this TR took place 4-5 weeks ago I'm a little foggy but I believe CP got some dances from another buxom blonde at this point, I turned down several girls as I waited for Ms H to make her way over which as luck would have it didn't take too much longer. About 3-4 songs in I notice CP get up, give me a wave and was on his way out of the club, I let Ms H grind out 3-4 more dances then head out myself.

There you have it, like I mentioned it was pretty uneventful but it was nice to meet the legend, as mentioned the LV trip probably would have been a better read but I still had a good time. Any other junkies (AZ or otherwise) who would like to meet up sometime feel free to shoot me a PM (if you're in the Phoenix area that is).

mr_punk
02-20-2006, 12:08 PM
Okay, here's the reader's choice TR. Vegas would have probably been a better read but WTF.oh, we already why you go to vegas.....M-I-L-E-A-G-E.

Richard_Head
02-20-2006, 09:17 PM
oh, we already why you go to vegas.....M-I-L-E-A-G-E.
Yep. Phoenix has actually gotten better (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=61805) but it's still far from high mileage.

doc-catfish
02-21-2006, 09:39 AM
Nice report RH. I'm not sure that I go clubbing with a fellow junkie, or worse yet one of my friends from work. It would just change the modus operandi of the trip.

Might save me some money though. :twocents:

Moneywise
02-21-2006, 08:44 PM
That was nice RH. I'm always down with hooking up with a fellow junkie. When I get up North to the great state of OH I am definitely going to try and hook up with FBR. It helps that he lives in the same town as a good portion of my family.

Hook up with CP? I just have this funny feeling we would find a way to make the night something to write about. 8)


How far is Phoenix from LV man? I'm planning on making another trip out to LV before the end of the year. It can't be very far since you manage to make rather frequent trips to Sin City. :P

Richard_Head
02-21-2006, 09:21 PM
How far is Phoenix from LV man? I'm planning on making another trip out to LV before the end of the year. It can't be very far since you manage to make rather frequent trips to Sin City. :PLess than an hour by air, 5-6 hours by car. Come on down.

yoda57us
02-23-2006, 03:30 PM
Three weeks on the road and three phone calls from Miss A wanting to know when I'm going to come and see for some more Champagne and Strawberries in the VIP room. "yummy yummy" is how she ended each voice mail. Boy was I getting worked up!

On my last trip to Dallas I picked up a "Texas" t-shirt for Miss A carrying on the tradition of the one she bought for me in Orlando a few months ago. It was black French cut with gold sparkle images of bull riders and oil dereks...now that's some powerful imagery!

I decided last Sunday night that it was time to deliver the shirt and allow myself to be abused by Miss A and her bowl of strawberries and whipped cream. I gave her a call to make sure she was going to be working and she seemed pretty excited about my impending visit. Again "yummy, yummy" was how she closed the conversation. I arrived at about 8pm and noticed Miss A's car was not in the parking lot. I went inside and paid my cover, all the while fearing the worst-the dreaded last minute call out-every stripper’s right and every regular customer's nightmare. I found a seat and started to scan the room, no sign of Miss A. The next thing I knew I felt a familiar pair of hands covering my eyes and whispering "yummy, yummy honey" in my left ear. I love surprises. Miss A had decided to change the color of her hair to blond, or, as is the case with most Brazilians who won't go with a double process bleaching, red-blond. She looks great in any color and the ear gnawing she did as she greeted me certainly didn't hurt. She was accompanied by Miss C, her running buddy of late. The two of them where a site to behold; tanned flesh, tan lines to die for, tummy's, and boobs everywhere. Go Me! I stood up to receive the requisite hugs and traditional double kiss greeting and then sat down surrounded by South American charm. Drinks where ordered and I was of course severely chastised for staying away too long. After a bit if convo Miss A and I began to plan our evening. I don't like to rush these things so it usually involves a few pd's to get me riled up, dinner, and then it's off to VIP.

The club in question runs a T-shirt scam just about every hour at night and soon the DJ was calling all of the dancers back to the dressing room for the nights first "free" t-shirt 2 for 1.
Miss A had promised the first 2fer to a guy she was chatting with before I arrived so I was planning to just cool my heals.... Miss C had other ideas. Miss C is quite a looker in her own right and a great conversationalist. I had never done a dance with her but definitely noticed her incredible curves on stage. Large boobs for a Brazilian girl but not enhanced and an ass that was just begging to be on my lap for two DJ-shortened songs. As she led me to the private dance area Miss A shouted something in Portuguese to Miss C as she sat me down on a sofa and sat on my lap. "What did she say" I asked. "She told me not to get too used to your dick rubbing against my ass". I love it when women get possessive! Miss C does a hell of a dance and smells amazing as she rubs herself all over me. Somehow her nipples keep finding their way into my mouth and her hand keeps find little yoda. I sprung for one more full length dance after the 2fer was over. Miss C is a class act; she rocked my world for about ten minutes but didn’t try to solicit any more from me as she knew who I was there to see. Smart move. Some night I'll show up and Miss A won't be there. Miss C understands this and she knows who will be in line for my cash that night. She has only been dancing for about 7 months, she's a quick study.

yoda57us
02-23-2006, 04:25 PM
Continued....

I went back to my table as Miss C went to do her stage set and Miss A headed over to join me. I gave her the Dallas t shirt and was pleasantly surprised by her reaction. She loved the color combination of black and metallic gold and she immediately commented on the bucking bronco image with the cowboy. Evidently Rodeo is huge in Brazil and she had just seen a local version of it last summer at a local fair. Imagine my surprise at how appropriate she found a $20 hotel gift shop t-shirt. I was starting to feel like I could do no wrong with this woman and then she reached over and planted one on my lips, moving her mouth to my left ear and licking it until she was out of breath....breath baby, breath!
I wasn’t' hungry but I offered to buy Miss A dinner, which she gratefully accepted since she hadn't eaten all day. We waited a bit, Miss A went to do her stage set and Miss C came over to seek refuge from some dick-head who was bugging her for her phone number. We chatted for a bit until Miss A returned wearing what she damn well knows is my favorite outfit. A burgundy sequined short dress that barely covers her ass with a plunging neckline that her 34b's can't seem to avoid falling out of. As I looked over at Miss C I noticed her outfit couldn't contain her 36C's either. I told the both of them to put those things away before someone gets hurt! Eventually I made my apologies to Miss C for abandoning her but it was time for Miss A and I to head upstairs.

The VIP set up in this club is great. Four small private rooms upstairs with leather couches, dim lighting and mirrors that allow the dancer to see when a waitress is coming. There are no cameras in the rooms though some of the dancers keep insisting that there are in order to avoid having to push their boundaries. Our bottle was delivered along with the usual tray of assorted sex aids...er, um I mean a FRUIT, yeah, that's the ticket! I tipped the waitress in cash, in advance.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
Note to all, well tipped waitresses tend to leave you alone and develop temporary blindness when they do enter the VIP room. If you’re going to spend three of four hundred dollars in VIP and you and the dancer are in agreement on activities that will be engaged in, don't be an idiot by low-balling the waitress. They can find lots of excuses to interrupt you if they want to.

NOW BACK TO OUR REGULAR PROGRAMMING....

Miss A was down to a very sexy burgundy thong within seconds of the champagne cork being popped. She unbuttoned my shirt and started the proceeding with a full body hug with lots of nipple to nipple contact. She kissed her way up to my mouth and I (for those of you who don't DFK strippers, stop reading) deep throated her tongue, nibbled on her lips and just enjoyed the heck out of myself for about ten minutes probing every part of her oh-so-adorable face with my lips and whatever else I had handy. She had a hand on my chest and a hand on little yoda as this was going on.....

yoda57us
02-23-2006, 06:05 PM
Continued....

The next forty or so minutes went on pretty much like my last trip report. Strawberries and whipped cream where eaten and licked off of a variety of orifices and appendages. At one point Miss A got the notion that she wanted to lick champagne off of little yoda. I soon discovered that, as good as champagne tastes when being licked off of a Brazilian girl's nipples, it really stings when she pours it on you dick! Damn! Ya' learn something new everyday...Miss A quickly removed the source of pain with her tongue and all was well with the world once more...

Miss A was down working on little yoda and I was alternating between closing my eyes in ecstasy and watching the mirror for any sign of intruders. At one point Miss A looked up at me with one of her beautiful brown eyes and gave me the most incredible wide eyed "are you having fun!" looks I've seen in a while. She started kissing her way back up my chest while her hand continued stroking little yoda. I spun her around so that her back was to me, pulled her back against my chest and cupped her breasts with my hands from behind as I began kissing her neck. As this went on I could feel her body temperature rising. She moved against my chest and ground her pussy into my leg. She took my hand and put it over her heart. It was beating a mile a minute and she was breathing much more heavily than I had remembered on previous visits. She spun around facing me and told me I was driving her crazy. She said she wanted to "make love to me right now". Ding, Ding, Ding!!! We have a winner! The words that every horny guy on the edge wants to hear....but not in a VIP room of a strip club. Sure, I could bring a condom and we could try to do the deed as we look over our shoulder for the waitress but that’s no way to "make love". As Sporty will attest, most Brazilians just want to "FOOK". This little honey with the most beautiful big brown eyes wants to make love. I like that in a girl, weather I'm paying her or not!

Our time was running out but Miss A's declaration had immediately shifted my brain, and her's evidently, into "how can we make this happen" mode. She asked me about a motel and I told her that I had heard of them before. She asked me if Sunday afternoons before she came to work where good for me. I told her that anytime I wasn't working was good for me. She gave me one last lip lock and thanked me as I slipped the money into her garter. She didn't count it, she never counts it (at least not until I leave). I'm on the road for the next week but we've made tentative plans to find a more private setting for our next session. She like Jacuzzi's so now I've got this visual of Miss A and I sipping champagne in a Jacuzzi while the world outside is on hold...

Anyone know a good hotel with private Jacuzzi south of Boston????

Disclaimers:
I'm not naive. It could all be stripper shit. I DON'T CARE!
We haven't talked about money yet. I DON'T CARE! An afternoon with this cutie will easily replace a few weeks worth of mongering and SC visits.
The naysayer’s out there will doubt some of my story or think I'm an idiot for being led around by the penis by a woman that really only wants my money. I DON'T CARE! I already pay for sex. Based on my last three VIP visits with Miss A and her state of horniness the other night I'd be an idiot to pass on this...

Yummy, yummy.....

SeppeSai
02-23-2006, 06:32 PM
Go Yoda, Go Yoda, Go Yoda!

mortalman
02-23-2006, 06:43 PM
Naysayers may say nay
But I know these kind of things can happen too.

Good for you and great report Yoda.

GenWar
02-23-2006, 09:19 PM
Awesome report, Master Yoda! Loved it.

So true about the waitresses. I always take care of the waitresses. The wingman rolls his eyes, makes fun and sticks to $1 per drink but I take GOOD care of them. My drinks never walk, my seats never disappear, my cigars never get "emptied" but my ash trays always do and, during my rare forays into VIP, I actually get sick of pouring my own drinks. And I don't know how many times a waitress has brought me free passes to the club for my next trip.:)

As for the OTC, ignore the naysayers. You are far to smart and experienced to set it up bad so roll with it. What is fated to happen will happen. May it be in your favor 8)

-gen

P.S. Best part was that you took three posts. I hear that is a sign of intelligence. ::)

yoda57us
02-24-2006, 06:22 AM
Amazing trip report JZ.

I've had similar thoughts for years but I've never been able to put them together in one essay as clearly as you have..

It's always been obvious in your posts - weather you have your mod. hat on or not - that you hold women in very high regard. You went to clubs for all of the right reasons - in my book anyway - and it sounds like you are leaving for the right reasons too. It must be a little bittersweet for you on some level but very rewarding at the same time.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts and helping at least one junkie to confirm that his head is in the right place.

yoda57us
02-24-2006, 06:24 AM
P.S. Best part was that you took three posts. I hear that is a sign of intelligence. ::)

That's what I hear....or it's insomnia....

azdd
02-24-2006, 02:54 PM
Why is it that I will give a strange woman $20 to grind on my lap without a second thought but I am annoyed that the bread that matches Ms. Gen's diet is $3 instead of the regular $1 bread? Sometimes I am momentarily struck by how fucked up that is.


Great comments from JZ, Yoda, and GenWar! I have been having the same feelings lately, and the bizarre thing is that I don't feel guilty at all about having beautiful young women grinding on me, but I have felt incredibly guilty of late about the money being spent. And, this is at a time in my life when I have more disposable income than I really ever expected to have as a younger man. I track my club spending pretty closely, and when I looked at my 2005 annual total, it freaked me out. I can rationalize all day about enjoying the company of dancers instead of spending time with my wife, but the cash flow into the many garter belts is getting harder and harder to pretend to ignore.

Best wishes and good luck JZ. You seem to be blessed with a good dose of wisdom and the ability to see and understand yourself very clearly! :)

jbgoode
02-24-2006, 03:13 PM
Originally Posted by azdd

I track my club spending pretty closely, and when I looked at my 2005 annual total, it freaked me out.

Heck, I tracked my spending this year, and THAT freaked me out. My only consolation is that I don't have a wife or girlfriend, so there's no guilt there. The only guilt I have is that I should spend at least some of the money on golf lessons! ;D

Good luck, Yoda!

Katrine
02-24-2006, 05:58 PM
Great TR Yoda and JZ, my hands-down favorite junkies. I'm so very excited about the near future and what it holds, even more so now...... ;)

yoda57us
02-24-2006, 06:25 PM
Happy belated birthday Kat:cheers: . I'm pretty excited myself these days....;)

Moneywise
02-25-2006, 12:27 AM
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and helping at least one junkie to confirm that his head is in the right place.

Yeah. My head's in the right place too every few days or so. Deep into the right place... ;)


btw JZ, your TR was very human and enjoyable to read.

Docido
02-25-2006, 10:13 AM
Great trip report JZ. You just might be the only emotionally healthy and sane person on this board.

FBR
02-25-2006, 04:06 PM
That was nice RH. I'm always down with hooking up with a fellow junkie. When I get up North to the great state of OH I am definitely going to try and hook up with FBR. It helps that he lives in the same town as a good portion of my family.



Just let me know if and when you are up thisaway. I dont get many evening hall passes but if its mid to late afternoons I can work that out ;D Theres one dancer at the new home club that I think you will really like.

FBR

FBR
02-25-2006, 04:38 PM
Excellent TR Yoda :) I'm chuckling because not long ago you mentioned not writing reports period. I think you are wanting to fill the 3-page TR void abandoned by Gen ;)

I miss Gens reports. They were always outstanding if wordy LOL (I think most of us love a report flush with details, though). Keep em coming when you are in the mood. I miss writing reports but as Punk said, Im in mistress lock-down and nothing much happens during my club visits other than a bit of stupid stripper drama from time to time. Barely worth writing about, even in the Drama section.

FBR

FBR
02-25-2006, 06:40 PM
Great TR Yoda and JZ, my hands-down favorite junkies. I'm so very excited about the near future and what it holds, even more so now...... ;)

Kat LOL you change favorite Junkies as often as us guys change skivies (hopefully). I know you at one point you said MW was your fav. Hell, I think at one point you may have been drunk and said I was a fav. No wonder some of the guys think you are still a flakey stripper ;)

You need to settle down and give us all some good stock tips so we can make some money. Use that Masters, dammit and direct some wealth down here towards the Cellar ;D
We meed garter stuffing cash :P

FBR

swtoppua
02-26-2006, 03:45 AM
...favorite Junkies...

My personal favorite Junkie has always been Janet Cooke's "Jimmy":

http://www.uncp.edu/home/canada/work/markport/lit/litjour/spg2002/cooke.htm

yoda57us
02-26-2006, 06:03 PM
Excellent TR Yoda :) I'm chuckling because not long ago you mentioned not writing reports period. I think you are wanting to fill the 3-page TR void abandoned by Gen ;)
FBR

It's an attention span issue for me FBR. I don't always have the patience to read em' and I rarely have the patience to write em'. Once I start writting I'm pulled into it and your right, the details are what make it interesting to read and to write. 95% of my visits, to me at least, would make for some fairly boring stuff even though I'm enjoying the actual visits.

yoda57us
02-26-2006, 06:06 PM
Kat LOL you change favorite Junkies as often as us guys change skivies (hopefully). I know you at one point you said MW was your fav. Hell, I think at one point you may have been drunk and said I was a fav. No wonder some of the guys think you are still a flakey stripper ;)

You need to settle down and give us all some good stock tips so we can make some money. Use that Masters, dammit and direct some wealth down here towards the Cellar ;D
We meed garter stuffing cash :P
FBR

FBR, for financial advice you have to fly to Austin.....;)

rockie
02-26-2006, 06:16 PM
Yoda,
Awesome TR! You may have missed your calling!

yoda57us
02-26-2006, 07:00 PM
Thanks Rockie. Glad you enjoyed it!

GenWar
02-27-2006, 10:18 AM
I miss Gens reports. They were always outstanding if wordy LOL (I think most of us love a report flush with details, though). Keep em coming when you are in the mood.
Careful now, you are going to give me a big head ;D

Barely worth writing about, even in the Drama section.

It's an attention span issue for me FBR. I don't always have the patience to read em' and I rarely have the patience to write em'. Once I start writting I'm pulled into it and your right, the details are what make it interesting to read and to write. 95% of my visits, to me at least, would make for some fairly boring stuff even though I'm enjoying the actual visits.
You know, that is how I feel when I write and post as well. For some reason, I tend to remember every single tiny thing that goes on, from when a particular lady stops by to what cigar I was smoking at that moment and what I am drinking. This actually only happens on nights when I achieve some level of chemistry. The visits where you go, sit, drink, smoke, tip and move on don’t really register with me. But I am always convinced that no one is really interested but I write it and post it anyway. It is nice to receive some affirmation. (Other than the mental picture of mr_punk somewhere reading it and shaking his head in semi-disgust, commenting “Poor bastard.”)

The other thing I find is that, so often when you go clubbing, a story happens. I mean, I go through 24 hours a day just like everyone and rarely do incidences worthy of repetition in a form called “story” occur. However, when I go to club, those incidences seem MUCH more common. I haven’t figured out why that is yet.

Ah well, there are 2-3 potential reports in the next month. One of them actually has the potential to be the best club trip ever (of course, it also carries the risk of being the biggest disaster in my personal history of clubbing, so we’ll see.) I’ll make a point to get them written up and posted and you guys can let me know what you think (a couple of days later when you finish reading them. J)

-gen

Moneywise
02-27-2006, 05:15 PM
One of them actually has the potential to be the best club trip ever (of course, it also carries the risk of being the biggest disaster in my personal history of clubbing, so we’ll see.)

This is what drives my sense to delve into the SC scene. Some of the potentials actually turn out to be some mind boggling shit you would have never imagined. The fun continues. ;D

The Snark
02-27-2006, 05:53 PM
The Setting
My regular haunt—rickety furniture, torn sofas, dingy velvet paintings of ‘70s Playboy centrefolds, and lighting so dim you feel you really ought to be developing photos. Drag queens put on shows upstairs, but the main floor is a strip club frequented by a Runyonesque assortment of ex-cons, physics professors, street-corner drug dealers, biker chicks, boho artists, Goths, Visigoths, and whatever else the cat drags in. One night not so long ago I spent half an hour talking to a fur trapper from Northern Ontario who’d just been released from jail, then I caught up with a stripper who puts on a singing-dog act in her spare time.
Like most Montreal SCs, the sides of two walls are lined with rows of booths where you can get contact dances for $10. (The French word for booth is cabine and most dancers refer giving dances as “going to the cabin”, which I suppose sounds to Americans as if they’re being invited on a ski trip. But they’re not. (Things are a little different here in Quebec. For example, there are no Hooters franchises. Why not? Maybe because we have this (http://www.montrealmirror.com/ARCHIVES/2004/042204/clubland04_4.html) instead.))

The Cast of Characters
T. is a dancer who forced to become a waitress after she nearly broke her spine in a car accident. Then she developed carpal tunnel syndrome, couldn’t hold a tray of drinks anymore, and now she’s back to dancing. Apparently she recently had a family tragedy involving mayhem and fire (I’ll spare you the details). “Well, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” I reassure her. “Then I must be fucking Superwoman,” she retorts.
Then there’s B., a cute, petite West Indian who’s been in Toronto for a few months and has just returned.
E., so I’m told, is a lesbian who has done time in prison. Judging from her looks, I’m not surprised.
L. is a fairly nondescript dancer with curly brown hair, a nice body, and too much makeup.

Act I
The place is dead—only a few customers, mostly regulars, and they aren’t spending. T. seems like she would be depressed about the situation, but she’s just too jaded to care anymore. She sits down next to me and chats for a while, not because she expects to get a dance but just to kill some time.

Act II
Soon afterward, B. sits with me. Somehow we start talking about another dancer who was fired because she was caught giving head to a customer in one of the booths. In the past, the same dancer had told me that she once had tried—as an experiment, more than anything—to see how many customers she could bang in a one-week period. Apparently she managed to bag seven in one day: four in the club and three afterward. I relate this information to B., who responds, “Let’s go to the cabin and have sex.” I figure she’s joking, but I agree anyway. After a couple of dances, she starts dropping hints: “You know, I always bring a condom in my purse just in case” “Have you ever thought of doing it here?” “If a guy gives me a lot of money and comes really fast I’d be willing to do it.” I tell her I’m not interested, and we stop after six dances.

Act III
The place is still dead. I’m half-watching a dancer put on lackluster stage show, sleepwalking from one pole to another with a glum look on her face. Then, suddenly, from the dressing room I hear a scream. Someone is yelling, and another is screeching back. All eyes in the club turn away from the stage toward the dressing room. A few more screams, a loud thud. Finally, T. emerges from the dressing room, beaming from ear to ear. “That was awesome,” she says. Apparently, L. and E. got into a fight, with the requisite hairpulling and scratching. Finally, E. lunged at L. and bit her breast, drawing blood and leaving a nasty little scar. “This is the best night I’ve had in a long time,” says T. after she’s finished her recap of the fight. I smile, put on my coat, and leave.

jbgoode
02-27-2006, 06:28 PM
Hello all!! I'm usually more of a lurker, but what the heck... I'll put in a trip report. Most of my trips are pretty boring, but one of the ladies was so nice, I just had to mention it.

Anyway, I was shopping in the early evening and decide to stop by TGIF's for a few beers. After a slight buzz and watching all the beautiful women walking around, I was "in the mood" and decided to stop by my favorite place near L.A.

The club is small and was about half-packed. After watching about four dances and saying no to a couple of "wanna dances?", I decided to say yes to young, skinny Latina who I'll call Miss L. As soon as we sit on the couch near the back of the room, the waitress stops by and asks, "Wanna buy her a drink?" Of course, I said no. We're waiting for the next song, and she mentions to me that this is only her second week. I believe her as I've been there alot, but have never seen her. Before the next song even starts, another waitress stops by and asks that infamous question. Since I found out that Miss L is a "newbie" and I'm in super PL mode, I relented and said yes. Anyway, she didn't dance like a newbie, so I got a few from her.

So, I'm back in my original seat, watching the show. A semi-skanky dark haired girl comes up and sits on my lap. I'll call her Miss S :P Now, being a nice guy, I really didn't say anything. My ma always told me, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything." We're making simple chit-chat and she's rubbing Junior for about song and half. Finally, she asks for the dance and I said yes (remember... Super PL mode). We're heading back to couch and I notice a waitress make a 90 degree turn and practically breathing down my neck as she follows me. I said no this time. As I'm getting my dance, Miss S. is trying to get me into the VIP room. "I can do a lot more back there." "I have a condom and I'm pretty good with lollipops." Well, one dance was enough for me.

So, even though Miss L. was a little fun, it kinda sucked for awhile. I hadn't seen any of my favorites. Until Miss E. showed up. Actually, she really can't be fav as I haven't had a dance with her since she's ALWAYS busy. But her stage shows were always great!

Miss E. is a busty caucasian (maybe part Latina) girl with a great body and attitude (based on stage shows). We make it to the couch and waitress must have popped out of my ass or something, because she's right there asking the question again. Of course I said YES!!! I may be a Super PL with most girls, but I was currently in Super Duper PL mode. Yes, I know. That's sad since I haven't even gotten a dance yet! Anyway, I got a dance from her and it was great! She doesn't go overboard like some of the other dancers, but she was very sensual. Next stop... VIP room }:D

She was even better back there. She managed to say nice things to me without sounding fake. Yeah, I know it's SS, but it SOUNDED good. I got eight songs back there with her and she threw one in for free. She also gave me about ten VIP passes to the club (no cover charge). They were about 15 bucks a pop! Alas, I had to go as I was getting tired.

Well, I hope that wasn't too long.

JBG

Richard_Head
02-27-2006, 06:51 PM
Act III
The place is still dead. I’m half-watching a dancer put on lackluster stage show, sleepwalking from one pole to another with a glum look on her face. Then, suddenly, from the dressing room I hear a scream. Someone is yelling, and another is screeching back. All eyes in the club turn away from the stage toward the dressing room. A few more screams, a loud thud. Finally, T. emerges from the dressing room, beaming from ear to ear. “That was awesome,” she says. Apparently, L. and E. got into a fight, with the requisite hairpulling and scratching. Finally, E. lunged at L. and bit her breast, drawing blood and leaving a nasty little scar. “This is the best night I’ve had in a long time,” says T. after she’s finished her recap of the fight. I smile, put on my coat, and leave.
I guess you missed it, mr_punk got a copy of the video of that very fight.

Here you go:
http://www.yashi.com/?video&vid=328167

http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=62762

Richard_Head
02-27-2006, 06:52 PM
She was even better back there. She managed to say nice things to me without sounding fake. Yeah, I know it's SS, but it SOUNDED good. I got eight songs back there with her and she threw one in for free. She also gave me about ten VIP passes to the club (no cover charge). They were about 15 bucks a pop! Alas, I had to go as I was getting tired.Dancers like that make it worthwhile don't they?

FBR
02-27-2006, 06:57 PM
It's an attention span issue for me FBR. I don't always have the patience to read em' and I rarely have the patience to write em'. Once I start writting I'm pulled into it and your right, the details are what make it interesting to read and to write. 95% of my visits, to me at least, would make for some fairly boring stuff even though I'm enjoying the actual visits.

Yoda I hear ya. In my case I'll blame it on being an old fucker. You're way younger than me so I'll atribute your short attention span to ADD or something LOL

Seriously, as you said, it is tough to read and digest the reports much less trying to write something worth reading. I think my old posts back in the day were more interesting. Back then I was consumed in drama with the flockettes and the ongoing Miss B/Boat Dude updates . It seemed like the members were waiting with baited breath for my next report. Crazy at the time but in retrospect it was fun, now that Im outta that situation.

Fast forward to today, I have no complaints but my potential reports for the most part arent relative to what the guys are doing in their week to week clubbing activities. Stuffing Miss D's garter at the club as part of my monthly contribution to her income stream with no return club mileage is fine with me but doesnt make for particulary interesting reading.

FBR

jbgoode
02-27-2006, 09:59 PM
Originally quoted by Richard_Head

Dancers like that make it worthwhile don't they?

Oh definately! You only meet them once in a while.

scarface03
02-28-2006, 09:18 PM
Yoda's reports are awesome. He is the Strip Club King. Keep em coming!!!

yoda57us
02-28-2006, 10:06 PM
Thanks Scarface, I apprecite the kind words.

doc-catfish
02-28-2006, 11:08 PM
I liken my SC trips to airplane flights. The more that went off as it was supposed to, the less need there is to make any news of it.

Besides the humiliating crash and burn stories are more fun to share with you all.
:wife: :O

scarface03
03-01-2006, 08:28 PM
Thanks Scarface, I apprecite the kind words.

Happy to bring the compliments. I'm also in Boston, frequent Foxy Brockton and Alexs, and love the Brazilians. So your posts have been insightful and a big help.

yoda57us
03-02-2006, 08:12 PM
A trip report of a slightly different kind.....

“Nice shoes” I said as she stood at the entrance into the bar. She was a long cool woman in a black business suit. I was seated and got up to great her. We hugged like two people seeing each other again for the first time. She sat, I sat, it seemed like the thing to do. I wasn’t sure where to start, neither was she. I think I may have mumbled something about her new hair color or her outfit all the while I was thinking to myself, wow, could this woman BE any more beautiful? Her eyes, her lips, her devastatingly well placed cheek bones, her hair pulled back to fully display a face that I’m sure has broken many hearts over the years…..For a few seconds I allowed myself to revel in the fact that, all of a sudden, I was sitting with the hottest woman in the room and everyone in the room knew it. Then I realized that they where probably all thinking I was her uncle or something….

I was nervous. She later admitted that she was a bit nervous as well. Eventually we both calmed down enough to order a couple of drinks-I was already one up on her but she caught up quickly. The service was slow, perhaps the servers where distracted trying to figure out what this certified babe was doing with Mr. Middle Aged Guy. Eh, fuck it; I was too enthralled with my new drinking partner to care about bar service.

We chatted, trying to break the ice, about our jobs. I was in town for a three day meeting, a stranger to the area. She was a long-time resident who knew the layout of the hotel we where in better than I did.

I had been in town for three days, she had invited me to her birthday party the night I was due to arrive but American Airlines and Boston weather made my attendance impossible. We tried again two nights later but she had obligations and I was way too tired. Over several late night phone calls we decided to shoot for Tuesday night, my last full day in town....