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Docido
06-13-2006, 09:05 AM
Genwar birdwatchers have journals where they list each bird sighting. You get points for each bird on your list. Robins and other more common birds are only worth a few points. Much rarer birds get you bigger props in the birding faternity. From your description I think you may have sighted the rare, shy, and elusive "Ivory Bill." Hope you got a chance to document its habitat, observe its feeding patterns, glimpse its bright, red-headed plumage, and hear its distinctive call?
Now “outing” myself as a bird watching geek. :D
I'll never tell. ::)
Some things, like the whereabouts of the Holy Grail, will always be mysteries! :D
And no, I’m not talking about the “Holy Grail” some junkies get at the local Motel 6. ;)
Cally
06-13-2006, 11:16 AM
It couldnt have been Jenny... Saturday night her and I were at a gang bang going at eachother... together we're getting ready for Mr Punk..
Jenny
06-13-2006, 11:32 AM
^^^
See? There you go. I was busy having Cally penetrate me with a variety of implements, while she said things like, "Just shut up and grab your ankles, bitch!" as our little punky rehearsal.
Nicolina
06-13-2006, 11:41 AM
And I wasn't invited??? Damn. It's just like high school...I never get to party with the popular girls. :'(
:P
Cally
06-13-2006, 01:17 PM
Aww Nicolina you should have been there! You are invited to the next one for sure ;)
Jenny
06-13-2006, 01:18 PM
Yes. And someone ELSE can grab her ankles, for once. I don't know why I always have to be the bottom. I think I would make a rocking butch.
Daniela
06-13-2006, 01:40 PM
Yes. And someone ELSE can grab her ankles, for once. I don't know why I always have to be the bottom. I think I would make a rocking butch.
I wouldn't mind being the bottom. :P
Jenny
06-13-2006, 01:47 PM
And all the boys are going to be really mad that we are taking over their thread with all our lesbian innuendo. We're getting our icky female pheremones all over their trip reports!
Mastridonicus
06-13-2006, 01:56 PM
Hey, that's cool. I wouldn't mind being the bottom either. But then again, I have no shame. And Cally's hot. So what's to complain about?
Jenny
06-13-2006, 02:00 PM
Okay, now YOU'RE ruining all our lesbian innuendo with your icky heterosexuality. Back! Get back in your plexiglass cage, testosterone carrier!
Mastridonicus
06-13-2006, 02:02 PM
I may not be a woman. But I play one on TV.
I don't mean to be crass, I just love my ass.
Cally
06-13-2006, 02:06 PM
LMAO!!! This thread has taken a very odd turn... I love it :D
Btw Jenny... we still on for 7 tonight? I mean its your turn to shove random objects in my pussy and ass while im grabbing my ankles screaming that im your bitch.
Jenny
06-13-2006, 02:55 PM
LMAO!!! This thread has taken a very odd turn... I love it :D
Indeed. We seem to be weird, weird girls. Weird girls who cannot live without being the centre of attention for more than 37 seconds. Or else - WE'RE perfectly normal, and it's all the other girls who are weird. Let's think about THAT.
Btw Jenny... we still on for 7 tonight? I mean its your turn to shove random objects in my pussy and ass while im grabbing my ankles screaming that im your bitch.Okay, then. I've got me some ideas - I been creatively thinking, and creatively googling on this. But if anyone else (Nicolina) has any thoughts, now would be the time to air them.
Docido
06-13-2006, 03:31 PM
I may not be a woman. But I play one on TV.
I don't mean to be crass, I just love my ass.
You guys should invite the pwitty pwitty priwcess!!
Okay, now YOU'RE ruining all our lesbian innuendo with your icky heterosexuality. Back! Get back in your plexiglass cage, testosterone carrier!
As the blueside turns slowly but surely into the gayest website on the net!! :D :D
WingMan
06-13-2006, 08:26 PM
*shrug* I don't out anyone.
-gen
Except for the time you printed up copies of your infamous card using nicknames for yourself and the secondary wingmen, yet used my complete name.
Gen was only saved from having me bitch him out by the presence of Mrs. Gen. :)
GenWar
06-13-2006, 08:38 PM
^^Who let you in here?
And yeah...wasn't thinking on that one. Though I recall getting bitched out via telephone as soon as said Mrs. Gen was out of earshot.
Sides, why would YOU want anonymity? :P
-gen
easy_e
06-13-2006, 08:44 PM
And all the boys are going to be really mad that we are taking over their thread with all our lesbian innuendo. We're getting our icky female pheremones all over their trip reports!
Not mad at all. Delighted actually. I personally love hearing lesbian innuendo.
WingMan
06-13-2006, 08:50 PM
heh, if you think I bitched at you on the phone afterwards, you ain't seen nothing.
As far as anonymity, we have different opinions on this. You seem to enjoy being recognized by dancers/bartenders/bouncers when going out. I'd rather not be. I tend to lose interest in a club when a majority of the dancers recognize me. Especially if when I don't remember them. :-[
All Good Things
06-13-2006, 10:24 PM
Aww Nicolina you should have been there! You are invited to the next one for sure ;)
Cally, I'm so sorry, but Nicolina was preoccupied with some broad-daylight uh...parking brake pushup exercises while we were careening down side streets in Long Beach in the Audi convertible with the GPS chick voice clearly irritated at both of us for ignoring all her instructions on how to get back to the Long Beach airport ("....When possible, make a legal U-turn. Please proceed to the highlighted route.")
Stay tuned for the TR.
Cally
06-13-2006, 10:33 PM
Cally, I'm so sorry, but Nicolina was preoccupied with some broad-daylight uh...parking brake pushup exercises while we were careening down side streets in Long Beach in the Audi convertible with the GPS chick voice clearly irritated at both of us for ignoring all her instructions on how to get back to the Long Beach airport ("....When possible, make a legal U-turn. Please proceed to the highlighted route.")
Stay tuned for the TR.
Oh god TOO... if you ment what i think you did... umm yea...
So when you coming to see me at the rail anyway :P
Howie
06-14-2006, 05:50 PM
A follow up to my last TR.
About a week and half later I’m working and dancer A calls me on her way to work.
Her: “Are you going to come see me tonight?”
Me: “I’ve got a project I’m trying to finish, so it’d be eight or nine before I could get there”
Her: “That’d be great. I really miss you.”
Me: “Okay, I’ll see you then.”
About 10pm, I’m still at the office working and she calls, I don’t answer and she leaves this message.
“It is so slow tonight. I keep hoping to see you walk in. Are you coming or not? Please give me a call so I know what to expect.”
I really thought about blowing her off, but decided what the hell, being in VIP with her is a lot of fun. So I make the 45 minute drive to the club without calling first just to surprise her. Really thought I’d catch her with some other regular since I didn’t show up when I promised. I arrived at the club about 11pm and the place seemed more busy than normal. Walk in and she’s sitting at the bar by the front door talking to some young dude. Did I say she’s about 40yo? This kid looks no more that 25, but I’m terrible with ages. I walk by her and wink and find a chair close to the stage to check out what other beauties were there that night. The club had quite a few customers, but I guess it was the spillover from some poker tournament they had.
I hadn’t even order a drink yet, and Dancer A was there sitting in my lap telling me how happy she is to see me.
Her: “Where have you been? You said you’d be here about 8.”
Me: “I decided to check out (insert club name here) to see what kind of talent they had.” (a lie)
Her: “Why would you do that when I’ve been here waiting for you?”
Me: “I saw all the cars here and figured you’d be too busy to see me.”
Her: “I haven’t been busy all night. All these guys were here for the poker tournament. They aren’t spending any money at all. I haven’t even sold one VIP yet.”
Me: “What about the youngster you were talking with at the bar? Is he going to be pissed that you left him to come talk to me?
Her: “Don’t you worry about him. You ready for some dances?”
Me: “Let’s go.”
Off we go to VIP for some very high contact dances, DFK, and assorted stimulating activities.
Her: “Do you have any idea how pissed I was at you the last time you were here?”
Me: “Pissed? Why?”
Her: “For getting dances from another woman when I had to go on stage. I looked for you while I was up there and then when I was done you weren’t anywhere to be seen. I thought you’d left without telling me, and then I see you walking out of VIP with that skank! You need to know I get very jealous and have a bad temper.”
Me: “Did your temper have anything to do with your two marriages ending in divorce?”
Her: “I’ve been told I can be a bitch at times.”
Her: “So when can we go out?” (Side note, I’ve never asked any dancer for OTC activities of any kind.)
Me: “Works been keeping me pretty busy and weekends I’m out of town. What week nights are you free?
Her: “This week I’m open Tuesday and Thursday.”
Me: “Let me see how my day is going Thursday and I’ll call to let you know.”
Previous visits she has told me about how her old boy friend keeps asking her out and comes into the club to see her. She said she’d pointed me out to him, telling him that I’m her new boyfriend and that he needed to move on. (As in, go back to his wife and newborn child.)
Well Thursday comes and I don’t call her. (never intended to) Friday afternoon she calls and leaves me a message something like this.
“Well you didn’t call me yesterday, so I guess you’re not really interested in going out with me in spite of what you’ve told me in the club. I’m going to look elsewhere for someone to date.”
She kept talking for a while, sounding like she was crying. Don’t know if she wanted me to feel sorry for her or was just fucking with me. So I call her back to see if she was okay. We talked for awhile, with her quizzing me about why I won’t make an effort to date her. “I can promise you the sex will be amazing.” I made up a bullshit story about being played in the past and was so burnt out on relationships that I didn’t want anything to do with having a SO. “Wanting to be alone is kind of sick. You need to reexamine your priorities and think about what your future will be like without someone to share it with.” Whatever. Told her I had to go and if she was interested, I’d still come to see her at the club. Well she hung up on me. She called back a couple of time within the next half hour, but I didn’t feel like answering her calls. Didn’t leave a message either time.
I don’t know what her attraction to me is (was?), or even if it is(was?) genuine. I wonder if her life is so fucked up that she’s looking for some stability and maybe that’s what’s appealing about me. All I can say is that I don’t think I’ll be having as much fun with her in the future.
Not looking for any advice on what to do cause I really don’t care. I view the SC in the same manner as Vegas. What happens in the SC, stays in the SC. If I lead her on, it’s cause every other phrase out of my mouth was a lie and I had -0- intentions of following thru on them. I’m sure Cally thinks I’m some heartless bastard and that’s okay. I probably am. And if she thinks this is bullshit, I at least hope she doesn’t waste another five minutes reading this.
lunchbox
06-14-2006, 06:22 PM
I think we are all wondering what kind of a nut-job you've got trying to attach itself to you.
Peter from L.A.
06-14-2006, 06:46 PM
OMG, run for the nearest exit dude! No really, run. NEVER go back there again. Change your phone numbers, move to Canada, RUN AWAY!!!!!
Cally
06-14-2006, 06:54 PM
I’m sure Cally thinks I’m some heartless bastard and that’s okay. I probably am. And if she thinks this is bullshit, I at least hope she doesn’t waste another five minutes reading this.
No im actually wondering what kinda nut job you found and where you found her :O Cuz seriously i've never met such a nutty dancer! Run for your life... im sure you can find another club!
Cally
06-14-2006, 06:55 PM
OMG, run for the nearest exit dude! No really, run. NEVER go back there again. Change your phone numbers, move to Canada, RUN AWAY!!!!!
Yea move to Toronto ;) I dont give any extras beyond bewbie touching and heavy grinding but I give one hell of a hot dance ;)
NoCoverLover
06-14-2006, 07:06 PM
If you do decide to run away to Toronto, for god's sake, make sure she doesn't follow you!! :O I'm sure I don't want to meet her!
Howie
06-15-2006, 10:29 AM
Strange thing is, she wasn't always this way. I've been seeing her for almost a year in the club, and it was just recently that she started to weird me out and become possessive. She'd talk about OTC activities, but I'd call her on it saying that dancers don't really meet customers and it's just a sales technique for repeat business and she'd let it go. She was always a good time, but I think those days are over.
Got a message today from her after I posted the above.
"You really hurt my feelings. I guess I'm good enough to be your dancer, but not good enough to be your girlfriend. I hope when you're sitting at your table all alone at the retirement home, you realize that you gave up on what could have been a meaningful relationship. I don't want to even dance with you at the club anymore. So when you do come in, don't be surprised when I ignore you."
SportsWriter2
06-15-2006, 06:22 PM
I wonder if her life is so fucked up that she’s looking for some stability and maybe that’s what’s appealing about me.
Bingo. Stability is bigger than a nine-inch tool. :D
yoda57us
06-18-2006, 06:47 AM
Stability? Maybe, more than likely just another guy to use for a while. If this woman is past 25 and acting like this, long-term stability has never been and probably never will be on her radar. I would just walk away from this train-wreck. My only question would be why on earth did you tell her you would call her about a date if you had no intention of doing so?
Yea move to Toronto ;) I dont give any extras beyond bewbie touching and heavy grinding but I give one hell of a hot dance ;)
What more could any man want?;D
HobbyHorse
06-19-2006, 07:14 AM
What more could any man want?;D
http://users.forthnet.gr/ath/nektar/kma/main.htm
It's easier than making a list.
}:D
easy_e
06-19-2006, 08:19 AM
it was just recently that she started to weird me out and become possessive.
Got a message today :
"You really hurt my feelings. I guess I'm good enough to be your dancer, but not good enough to be your girlfriend. I hope when you're sitting at your table all alone at the retirement home, you realize that you gave up on what could have been a meaningful relationship. I don't want to even dance with you at the club anymore. So when you do come in, don't be surprised when I ignore you."
Heh heh.........this is the reason for my no phone # exchange rule (which I frequently break due to the combo of testosterone + alcohol). Wait till you're on a date or with the wife or whatever and you start getting multiple calls/text messages from some flipped out dancer and have to explain why. I really like the threat of ignoring you at the club, like you can't find another dancer in 2 seconds. Hopefully she doesn't know where you live, I've made that mistake too.
dlabtot
06-19-2006, 09:25 AM
every other phrase out of my mouth was a lie and I had -0- intentions of following thru on them.
Why? Why lie? What's the point?
-- Sorry about the delay, Life intervenes. But, eventually, the show goes on.
OK, we've had TRs from Lester Bangs & the American Psychological Ass'n; now it's time for the radio news report. I hope y'all appreciate the diligence w/ which I develop varied styles; nothin' worse than a boring TR.
RIP ON MSC
ANCHOR: IN SAN FRANCISCO LAST NIGHT, THE GIRLS AT MARKET STREET CINEMA DID WHAT THEY ALWAYS DO: STRIPPED ONSTAGE AND HUSTLED P-LS FOR TRIPS TO [QUOTE] SIN CITY. KLNG'S RIP REPORTS:
THE NEW MANAGEMENT SCHEDULED ALL THE OVERWEIGHT DANCERS FOR THE EARLY SHIFT, SO THERE WAS PLENTY OF BLUBBER ONSTAGE WITH ALMOST NO-ONE TO LOOK AT IT. THE ACTION WAS TAME AND SO WERE THE TIPS, DRIVING THIS REPORTER OUTSIDE TWICE FOR HALF-PINTS OF CHEAP VODKA JUST TO GET IN THE MOOD. FINALLY A SLENDER GIRL SHOWED UP, DANCED A PASSABLE IF UNINSPIRED STAGE SET, AND THIS REPORTER SHOWED ENOUGH INTEREST TO GET HER ATTENTION. BAM-BEE, A NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD STUDENT WITH A TOLERABLE FIGURE, SAYS SHE ENJOYS THE WORK AND GETS TO MEET A LOT OF MEN:
[CUT 1: BAMBI:] "OOH, YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG MICROPHONE! I BET YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO USE IT! LET'S GO TO SIN CITY, I WANNA TALK TO YOU! IT'S FREE UNTIL NINE O'CLOCK. I LOVE GUYS WITH MICROPHONES! I WANNA SHOW YOU SOMETHING. . . IS THAT THING ON? I'LL TURN IT ON. . . HEE HEE HEE. . . LET'S GO TO THE BOOTH. . . I'LL TAKE GOOD CARE O' YA, BABY, AN' YER MICROPHONE TOO. . . I LOVE THIS, THE NICEST GUYS COME IN HERE. . . ."
BAM-BEE TURNED OUT TO BE QUITE FLEXIBLE, AND ACCOMMODATING TOO, ALTHOUGH SHE EXPRESSED SOME CONCERN THAT HER BREAST IMPLANTS MIGHT BREAK UNDER THE PRESSURE. BACK IN THE STAGE AREA, MORE P-LS FILTERED IN, AND THE BETTER-LOOKING DANCERS STARTED SHOWING UP. KEE-RAH-NAH, A BLONDE WITH AN ENGAGING MANNER, CHATTED THIS REPORTER UP WITH AN INTERESTING LINE ABOUT BEING MORE SOPHISTICATED, SUBTLE, AND DISCRIMINATING WITH HER CLIENTS:
[CUT 2: KIRANA:] "HEY, HOW YA DOIN'? HAVIN' A GOOD TIME? I WANNA TALK TO YOU -- LET'S GO OVER THERE. . . . I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU, I CAN TELL YOU'VE GOT DISRIMINATION. . . . SO WHAT DO YOU LIKE? I TAKE CARE O' MY GUYS. LET'S GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER & I'LL MAKE YA FEEL REAL GOOD. . . . WOW, IS THAT A MICROPHONE IN YOUR POCKET OR ARE YA JUST HAPPY TO SEE ME? LET'S GO IN THE BOOTH, I GOT SOMETHIN' I WANNA SHOW YA. . . ."
KEE-RAH-NAH DID INDEED HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW, SEVERAL THINGS IN FACT, AND ATTENDED TO THIS REPORTER QUITE SATISFACTORILY. MEANWHILE, ON THE MAIN FLOOR, MORE GIRLS HAD APPEARED, PROMISING AN UPBEAT EVENING AFTER WHAT HAD BEEN A SLOW START. IN SAN FRANCISCO, THIS IS RIP, FOR LIVE NUDE GIRLS RADIO NEWS.
Howie
06-19-2006, 08:12 PM
My only question would be why on earth did you tell her you would call her about a date if you had no intention of doing so?
To get her to shut up and dance.
Wait till you're on a date or with the wife or whatever and you start getting multiple calls/text messages from some flipped out dancer and have to explain why.
I leave my phone on pager, so it doesn't ring and I don't have to explain who's calling.
I really like the threat of ignoring you at the club, like you can't find another dancer in 2 seconds.
My fear is that she won't ignore me and create some kind of scene. I'm scared of her.
Why? Why lie? What's the point?
I think you refer to it as CS.
shark_bait
06-19-2006, 11:48 PM
Look man its clear that you have been to this club once or twice before. Right? So whats the problem even if she does flip out security, mangement, and anyone else of any value knows you are a repeater and will take your side. ;D So. again I say who cares.
sportsfanonsw
06-20-2006, 03:14 AM
Why? Why lie? What's the point?
It's like when your wife asks you if you'll paint the house lavender and make heart-shaped topiaries out of all the shrubs in the front yard...during the last 10 seconds of an NBA Finals game in HD.
"Yeah sure honey....sounds great."
The key is the recovery when she calls you on it later.
"Sweetie, I would, but you remember when you told me how lavender makes you look fat?" She'll forget about the shrubs while she contemplates this one.
easy_e
06-20-2006, 09:34 AM
It's like when your wife asks you if you'll paint the house lavender and make heart-shaped topiaries out of all the shrubs in the front yard...during the last 10 seconds of an NBA Finals game in HD.
this is why strip clubs exist.
My fear is that she won't ignore me and create some kind of scene. I'm scared of her.
What exactly are you afraid of? So what if she creates a scene, it happens all the time. If you're lucky, she'll notice you getting dances from another girl and you can relax and enjoy your drink while they rip each others eyeballs out. Now that's entertainment.
I think you refer to it as CS
yes, but our pitiful attempts at CS pale in comparison to the blatant and preposterous lies inherent in even the most basic SS. These days I cultivate and revel in SS rather than combating it. SS is the art form, not the dances.
evan_essence
06-26-2006, 01:42 AM
BAM-BEE, A NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD STUDENT WITH A TOLERABLE FIGURE, SAYS SHE ENJOYS THE WORK AND GETS TO MEET A LOT OF MEN.:rotfl: at the all caps typical of radio copy, phonetic spelling of Bambi, and the generally vapid observations that constitute radio news.
-Ev
Richard_Head
06-30-2006, 08:14 PM
Okay, it's been a while since I wrote a TR so I thought it was time for another. I was sitting home last night flipping thru re-run after re-run on the tube when suddenly the thought of a hot naked (okay nearly naked) girl wreathing her body over me seemed like a good idea. So off I went, I was at the club in no time (I just checked TUSCL, there are 24 strip clubs within a 10 miles radius of my home}:D), there was plenty of parking available, I start heading to the front door when I spot what looks to be a dollar laying on the ground, I'm not beneath stopping to pick it up, good thing I did too because it was a $20 ;D, nice, I paid my cover, tipped the door girl a buck for looking hot, found a seat, got a drink and I was in business (still not even on my dime). It didn't take long for a hot little Kazakhstany girl that I've started to grow fond of to make her way over, she's maybe 5'4", thin, tight little ass, perky natural b cups, long dark hair, seems to look a little asian (or perhaps that's what all Kazakhstany's look like, I don't know???), I'll call her Ms K. There's a bit of a language barrier at times with her but I wasn't there for the conversation anyways so it was all good, seriously though she seems very nice, we talked a bit about an upcoming trip she's making to my old stomping grounds (in the midwest) then she rubbed out 4 fairly interactive dances before I sent her on her way, she promised to check back in on me and I told her to be sure that she did, it was a nice start to my night. At this point the club was starting to pick up, the Diamondbacks had just blown another game down the street (they've lost 20 of their last 23 games!) and there seemed to be a good flow of fans stopping by (why they're still going to the games is beyond me), there was also a decent selection of girls working. It didn't take long before a thin blonde dancing on stage caught my attention, I had gotten dances from her in the past but it was a while ago, there's an old picture of her on this link: http://www.playtime.com/girlsmain.asp (you'll have to click on Aly May 2004 link on the left hand side of the page to see the picture), I'm guessing sporty and mr_punk will love that picture. I'll call her Ms A. She was wearing a tight black backless dress, when she stripped down to her black g-string to reveal her oh so edible ass I just had to make my way up to tip her a few bucks, I asked her to stop by my table when she got a chance and she said she would (which lately hasn't meant much to most of the dancers I've been dealing with). At this point I needed to head to the head, much to my surprise there was not just one bathroom troll working but two, WTF? I think one was being trained, apparently there is much to learn about working the men's room properly::), just what I need, two trolls with their hands out for handing me a paper towel, seeing as I had found a $20 on my way in I tossed a dollar in their jar, grabbed a mint (I'm getting something besides a damn paper towel) and headed back to my seat. It didn't take long for Ms A to find me, wow this girl is hot, unfortunately the dances were a bit of a disappointment, she had a few good moves but for the most part seemed content to grind my upper thigh, that wasn't going to cut it, I gave her two dances then cut her loose. I chilled for a bit at this point, took in the show, turned down several girls who weren't doing it for me, tipped a few more on stage before Ms K stopped back over, we chatted a bit more, she did a couple more dances then they called all the girls up to the stage for their promo dances, I told her to stop back and I'd take whatever it was they were peddling, she left her skirt at my table to mark her territory and was off, only to return with a free drink coupon (promo was 2 dances and a free drink coupon for $20), I got a few more after that, more of the same, fairly interactive, no complaints on my side. I was running low on cash at this point and decided to head out, all in all another good trip to the SC.
dayzed
07-01-2006, 12:17 AM
I'll give one a shot. A tale of 2 recent visits to my favorite local club, within a single 24-hour period, each of which featured a first for me, and each of which was as different as...
...NIGHT: "Bachelor party hell" if I can borrow a quote I saw on the pink side. As I enter the club, a veritable sea of 20-somethings in cheap khaki shorts, t-shirts, and dirty Tevas. Well, I'm here, so might as well as try to enjoy myself, right? Plus, it's only been around 8 years since I was basically one of them. I hit a rail, nod to a few fellows whose faces I like, and then turn my attention where it belongs: tall, sinewy, French Ms. A, on all fours and mesmerizing a groom-to-be w/ hypnotic rotations of her lovely derriere a few inches from his face. Or, as one of his comrades summarizes more succinctly: "Browneye! Dude, you're getin' the browneye!" leading to much high-fiving and exhortation among the party, and me giving the lady a look of sympathy, dropping a ten on the stage and hopping right back up again. I don't claim to be the classiest kid in the game, but this ain't my scene.
Across the club I spot an attractive blond dancing on a more sparesely populated stage. She has the stage presence of one entering an ecstatic trance (not in the sexual sense -- more ritualistic or religious) which I find intriguing. I plop down, put a few bucks in her g-string, and she asks where I'm sitting and if I want some company. We meet at a table several minutes later and, as she tells me about herself, I realize that I know her already. Or rather, thx to a few choice, familiar details, know of her -- she is Ms. B (is there any system to the use of these aliases? - 'cuase I'm just going alphabetically), who has posted in a few pink threads that I happen to have read. (Total coinki-dink, cuz, you know, I hardly read any of them.)
And this is a first for me -- I end up talking to her for probably close to two hours (bookended by 2 LD sessions), my first extended convo w/ dancer. In the process, I learn something about myself -- I'm not going to pay a dancer to talk to me. I really wasn't sure what I thought about this practice until then. I reached for the wallet a few times, bought her whatever drinks she wanted, but I couldn't bring myself to fork over money for just sitting there talking to me. I mentioned several times that I didn't want to keep her from working the club -- felt foolish, given the narcissistic implications of the suggestion (i.e. as if I am so fascinating that I am distracting her from her primary mission of making $ and therefore must intervene to restore her priorities) -- but it still seemed preferable to the alternative of just sitting there and chatting w/out any acknowledgement that she wasn't making money. (And of course, she did make $ -- I got around 6 dances for each of the two sessions, and she no doubt pegged me, during our convo, as a PL who was likely to get the 2nd set, which made it easier for her to hang out.)
Regretably, I didn't get the nude dances from her (this club has $20 topless and $30 nude privates) -- I think, being honest w/ myself, that after the chummy convo I felt uncomfortable demonstrating that level of perversion (i.e. desire to see her naked). I know -- Punkfucious say, if you in strip club, you ALREADY PERVERT, and Punkfucious right -- if anything, I am sure that I just came off as cheap.
As we finished the second dance, several more bach parties arrived. Although I was itching for more dances -- and, er, a higher level of mileage -- I didn't want to cockfight for the attention of the other strippers, so I thanked Ms. B for spending the evening in my company and hit the road.
...AND DAY: The following afternoon, I still felt that same itch, so I finished work early and hit the same club. It was just happenstance that I returned to the same spot. Really. Had absolutely NOTHING to do w/ Ms. B having mentioned in passing that, while the night girls were clean, there were a couple of "skanky" types during the day. :-[
Only around 6 or 7 customers in the club -- the same number of dancers -- a proportion just in line w/ my afternoon preferences. I got a drink, watched the stage show, tipped the prettiest dancer in the house -- a really stunning Asian/caucasian mix -- and then accepted her subsequent offer of a LD. After the dance, I told her that she was the most beautiful dancer I had ever seen in a club, which was true but seemed to make almost no impression. This was possibly due to the fact that in the same breath, I declined any addl dances. I admired her form but the grind just wasn't there.
Back down to main floor. Now, some on this site argue that a stage dance is meaningless in judging a dancer's level of mileage. I'm sure that this is often true, depending upon the dancer, club etc. But not on this day, and not for this PL. A small attractive Latina took the stage. She emanated that vibe of depravity so I took a seat at the rail and, within minutes, was close to feeding -- an unheard-of-practice, stageside, in this town (at least in my admitedly limited experience). It was the work of an instant for me to ask for her a dance, and for her to answer "of course" w/ a wonderful accent and inflection that seemed to communicate that there was never any doubt that I would be asking for (and receiving) a dance from her. (Great way to respond. The majority of the coquettish dancers w/ whom I've interacted could not pull it off with the same verve.)
As dance began, she immediately commenced SSTP, kissed me lightly on lips (NO EXCHANGE OF SALIVA you health freaks), started w/ some awesomely sexy SS, and turned around so that I could adjust myself, as she wanted me "straight up and down." Over the next several songs, she displayed a constant and unswerving policy of cock awareness (via combos of grind or shifting), never letting up. When another dancer and her PL took the next booth, she moved us to a different, more remote booth, and then really got to work.
In the midst of the proceedings, some clearly disturbed guy wandered into the room (no bouncers during day) and just came over and started watching us. I briefly wondered whether he was some agent dispatched to the material realm as a last-gasp effort on the part of my fading, defeated conscience, before she expertly shooed him away. She then painstakingly revived my, er, spirits, which had been dampened by the sudden and disturbing appearance, and ultimately took me to 005 on the scale (which was all I was really wanted out of my "first time"). I thanked her effusively -- and she made a lot of money off me, especially relative to what other dancers appeared to be earning on the shift. I got the sense that she really banks, and would make a solid Exhibit A in the "Extras girl taking all the $" discussion.
Anyway, I view these disparate night-and-day visits, experienced in such close proximity, as constituting something of a framework from which to judge what I really want out of this whole clubbing deal. I wish I could say that I was torn...
Chili Palmer
07-01-2006, 09:07 AM
I chilled for a bit at this point, took in the show, turned down several girls who weren't doing it for me, tipped a few more on stage before Ms K stopped back over, we chatted a bit more, she did a couple more dances then they called all the girls up to the stage for their promo dances, I told her to stop back and I'd take whatever it was they were peddling, she left her skirt at my table to mark her territory and was off, only to return with a free drink coupon (promo was 2 dances and a free drink coupon for $20), I got a few more after that, more of the same, fairly interactive, no complaints on my side. I was running low on cash at this point and decided to head out, all in all another good trip to the SC.
Here's the deal with the promotional dances. A lot of people complain about them, but I personally think they're okay. First off, the dances aren't any more expensive (ya just gotta buy two--no big deal), you get a free entry coupon (saves you a $7 cover charge), and the tchotchkes they give away are actually pretty damn good. I still have a couple of giant-sized glass mugs (back when they were still Tiffany's), plus their calculator and their golf hat. It's all top-quality merchandise.
CP
Chili Palmer
07-01-2006, 09:09 AM
Nicely done, dayzed...I hope we get to see more TRs from you.
Anyway, I view these disparate night-and-day visits, experienced in such close proximity, as constituting something of a framework from which to judge what I really want out of this whole clubbing deal. I wish I could say that I was torn...
Welcome to the dark side. I am your father, Luke. :D
Richard_Head
07-01-2006, 11:15 AM
Here's the deal with the promotional dances. A lot of people complain about them, but I personally think they're okay. First off, the dances aren't any more expensive (ya just gotta buy two--no big deal), you get a free entry coupon (saves you a $7 cover charge), and the tchotchkes they give away are actually pretty damn good. I still have a couple of giant-sized glass mugs (back when they were still Tiffany's), plus their calculator and their golf hat. It's all top-quality merchandise.
CPI really don't have a problem with the promo dances either although I can honestly say I could do without most of the crap they peddle, I do like the free door passes and the drink coupons though. The thing that I also like about the promo dances is that it gives me a chance to see all the dancers at one time, that way I know who's working.
The thing that I also like about the promo dances is that it gives me a chance to see all the dancers at one time, that way I know who's working.
Ya know, back in my early clubbing days in Phoenix, Bourbon Street Circus used to have a whiteboard near the front that listed all the dancers working at that time. This was actually very useful, but I haven't seen it anywhere else. I guess with cell phones, dancers and their regulars know when they will be "in da house", but I still think the board would be a good thing in most clubs.
azcustomer
07-02-2006, 09:26 AM
Ya know, back in my early clubbing days in Phoenix, Bourbon Street Circus used to have a whiteboard near the front that listed all the dancers working at that time. This was actually very useful, but I haven't seen it anywhere else. I guess with cell phones, dancers and their regulars know when they will be "in da house", but I still think the board would be a good thing in most clubs.
I agree wholeheartedly however also agree with JZ's point. I could see the whiteboard also creating a host of problems with stalkers, girls getting upset about who else is on shift, high mileage gal issues, and those secret crushes the bouncers and DJ's all seem to have.
This is why I try to get in good with one or more of the wait staff. I tip well, compliment them, remember things about them, etc. After a while, they respond in kind by telling me who they know I like is on shift, or if they don't know, gently recommend someone who they know I'll like.
mortalman
07-02-2006, 10:53 AM
"Browneye! Dude, you're getin' the browneye!" leading to much high-fiving and exhortation among the party, and me giving the lady a look of sympathy, dropping a ten on the stage and hopping right back up again. I don't claim to be the classiest kid in the game, but this ain't my scene.
LOL, Very funny and so true. A group like that can really ruin a good SC visit
she is Ms. B (is there any system to the use of these aliases? - 'cuase I'm just going alphabetically)
I have always used the first initial of her stage name preceeded by Ms. For example, Kitten would be Ms. K, or Honey ... Ms. H
A really entertaining trip report, thanks!
CarGuy
07-02-2006, 05:16 PM
Seattle....Cars....Strippers...and Dead people
The plane arrived on time and I grabbed my light bag and was off to the Hertz counter. First time in Seattle...SeaTac as everyone calls it, except for me of course. That was one of those blonde "huh" moments, then it clicked, Seattle Tacoma.
A key was produced for my reserved Ford Escape. Walking I notice the key is a Ponitac key, but I figure WTF...maybe in the days of parts sharing it will work. I have certainly seen my share of mis-built autos. As I walk through the garage, I spot the featured Hertz rent-a-car...the Ford Mustang Shelby GT-H, H is for Hertz of course. I was on a trip to evaluate and purchase a very rare, and valuable 1968 Shelby Mustang convertible so I though it was cool.
The key didn't work...as expected, so off to the counter to get the proper key. I walk by the Shelby again and have to ask " is it available for rent?"
"Most certainly sir, how may I help you" the car jockey replied.
"How much?" I ask as if it really matters for this trip.
"$500 per day" he said with no confidence in his voice.
"but I can get you 30-40% off"
"Done!" I reply, so after basically strip searching and ID'ing me, I am off to play with a new hot-rod. Ahhh...the pleasures of business trip write-offs. For the paltry sum of $300, plus fees $65, plus gas $65...I am now off to explore the Seattle area, in style.
I bought the car, the owner was laughing when I drove up in the shiny new version of an old favorite. It felt good, driving up to spend six figures for a car that does not run or drive, in a "rental" hot rod, and knowing I will be clubbing later on.
Fast Forward 8:30 pm Pacific time
I plopped on the hotel wireless and perused the trip reports and reviews on SW. Read a reply by Susan Wayard blasting me to look a little harder, so I do.
I discover "Foxy's" may be the place for me to spend some trip cash.
Off in the Mustang and I search out Fox'y's, 30 minutes later I am tucked into the small parking lot ready for a little club visit. Time now is about 9:30 pm.
Very non descript and small looking, I make my way to the door. Entering reveals a space much larger than can be viewed from the outside. $10 cover, and I'm in. I discover quickly this will be a high hustle club. I am informed and seated by a very attractive waitress who informs me a $5 drink is mandatory every hour. This is a juice bar, so it's $5 for everything..except Dancer drinks..those get interesting.
She also relays that sometimes they get tired, and they are available for "conversation, if I was so inclined to "buy them a drink". The waitress will sit with you, paid of course, and rela for a bit. No thanks.
Since my clock is set to Midwestern time, it feels late and I decide to get revved and start drinking Red-bull. Ahhh...energy again. I don't drink much anyway so the juice bar was fine by me. Smoking was also not allowed and it is weird not to smell like smoke at nights end.
Lots of girls, I pick my table in the lane that feeds the stage. It is just off the DJ's right shoulder. It is easier to evaluate the talent in this staging area as there was a constant flow of ladies. Since it was a weeknight and early, the club was slow. Maybe 15 to 20 customers in a space that could hold 80. The girls were working the room VERY hard. I don't like the constant barage of Rule 12 violations (courtesy of Gen, used w/o permission), but the varietyof girls was good. Black, white, asian, hispanic, puerto rican, and even middle eastern. I am a blonde hair, thin, short with small titties kind of guy, and there were several of these dancers here. So I pick one out.
There are two stages, and each girl dances for 2 songs at each station. Some get nude, others don't but NO-BODY stage tips. Turns out, the girls can't take any thing by hand from anyone. This is weird, I am used to sitting at the rail and getting molested right at stage. Restrictive locals laws really suck ass. The first prospecitve LD canidate was on stage right, so far so good, she looks energetic and a little dirty. All the while, the parade of dancers stopping by for the cliche "wanna dance?" And my canned response "I just got here.." starts to wear thin in my mind.
My first pick, gets off stage and stops by, I hook up and go back to the LD area. This is a large area, at least equal to the other floor area, darker and separated from the regular floor by a half wall finished in oak paneling. The chairs were large oversized, and rather high, giving the feel of privacy and seclusion. She picks a chair near the half wall, this is not a good sign in my opinion as it looks like the girls pick these chairs so they can keep an eye on the rest of the club during the LD. She asks if I like a lot of energy and contact, duh..of course. Prior experience tells me that the ones that brag about contact, or energey, are not the best dancers. Half way through the song I already know this is simply a "one dancer wonder" and I will be moving on to sexier pastures.
Dancer B is spied and a new target is set. Dancer B, a perfect mix of the asian and american culture, her body is simply amazing. Young, firm and perfect proportions for my taste lead to much anticipation. Her breats are nearly perfectly symetrical, taught, but not silicone induced. The nipples are perfectly level and proportionaite to the body, a larger B, or maybe a small C. We head back to the dance area. She waits for the nxt song to start, and I am thinking I am going to spend some ching on this one. Song ends and she straddles me and prepares to dance. The perfect breast are now immediately in front of my face...this is going to be good..right? NOT! I sense a very dis-intersted dancer, just preparing to go through the motions. The song starts and within 30 seconds dancer B is called to the stage! Normally dancers get a hall pass when they are back in the LD room at other clubs...not here. Dancer B gets up and says "sorry..I have to get on stage..I will come fin you after" WTF? Talk about fantasy mood killer. To her credit, the dance did not cost anything, as it shouldn't have. Cross dancer B off the list.
Next up I spy a tall skinny brunette with a nice small but firm rack. Totally not my type as he is taller than I am and has long dark hair in dreadlocks. Why am I all of a suden attracted to this? She oozes sex appeal and we head back to the dance area.
WOW....slow sensual, and fabulous. This girl is in tune with the customer. Never does it seem she is just going through the motions. A slow sensual grind, slow methodical and absolutely in control of where she is rubbing. Four songs latter we take a break and I am all in a happy place. Reminder to self that this one is going to take all of money tonight.
Back to the table and the skinny brunnette slides in next to me. I buy her a drink, and this is a pretty cheesy place. The waitress asks me how much I want the drink to cost....minimum $8, but any more that I say goes to the girl. This is kinda lame, but I play along. She selects coffee, I select red bull. First time ever a dancer gets coffee for a drink....but this is Seattle. Then it starts. The drama.
A girl comes over and says "Hey, some dude just crashed into dancer X's car, and he was shot"
"What, holy shit" we resond in unison.
Small talk between skinny bruntte and the girl ensue.
I ask "Did he hit my car?" I know, probabaly insensitive but I figure what the fuck, I didn't shoot him.
Skinny brunette says in my ear..."Yeah, that was my first thought too..."
Skinny excuses herself briefly to get the scoop.
20 minutes pass and she returns with more of the story. Apparently they didn't find a gunshot wound, but something is wrong with the guy.
Back to the VIP for more dances. This time it is 6 dances for $200. Ahhh...what fun. hey keep getting better. This girl may actually get me to use my secret plastic debit card. That would be a first.
MOre red-bull, more dances and I am finally ready to go.
1:15am, and I am out the door ready to hit the hotel.
Walk outside and.........YELLOW CRIME TAPE envelopes the parking area. Whoa! A dozen marked and unmarked squads all flashing, over a dozen of Tacoma's finest huddled in groups of three to four. Holy shit, WTF happenned here?
Ask the deputy "Can I get my car?"
"Uuummm NO." retorts the officer
"Why not I gota go"
"You will be here for a while sir" the officer responds.
He went to get the HMFIC to see about my rental, the 2006 Shelby GT-H, merely 15 feet from the 2 crashed cars.
Finally 15 minutes later he sends me around the building to more tape and another uniform.
"Umm, I need my car"
"I need your name, driver license address and phone number" He says.
Oh great...this is going to haunt me.
I give him my work address and cell phone, and then I have to ask, "What happenned"
"A guy got shot" He says without any emotion.
"Is he all right?" I ask
And then to finally puncute my night he simply responds
"He's still in the car."
No ambulance, no CPR...etc.
A wild night in Seattle
dayzed
07-02-2006, 10:14 PM
Welcome to the dark side. I am your father, Luke. :D
No. No. That's not true. That's impossible.
"Search your feelings. You know it to be true."
Nooooo. Nooooo...
(I diverge from the script here. Headed to Vegas in a few days... I am re-reading the CP trip reports by way of preparation. OG here I come!)
mortalman
07-03-2006, 08:08 AM
Sitting at home on a Sunday watching golf and baseball, I started to get an itch for viewing something a little more entertaining and arousing. Unfortunately, the liquor stores here are closed on Sundays and I find the dancers seem to enjoy sharing the bottle I bring to the club, so I planned a trip for Monday instead. On Monday I got a bottle of vodka and headed to my fav club. This was a fortuitous trip since the club has a “Super Tuesday” promo and the preceding Mondays turn out to be devoid of customers.
After paying the cover, I took my customary seat and surveyed the surroundings. The club had very few customers and about 15 dancers with only one of the four stages being used. I didn’t see any familiar faces, but I did have my eye on a hot Latina sitting with a gray haired gentleman. I was approached by a dancer (Ms. A1), and asked if I wanted a dance. I gave a “Not right now” answer since I had just arrived, but assured her she should come back after I had settled in. I was then approached by the waitress, she took my order, and quickly returned with my soda and a stack of little paper Dixie cups for shots from my bottle for whoever decided to join me. I gave her $5 for the soda and another $5 bill, she stood for a second looking confused when I said, “That’s for you”. She said, “Oh, … Thanks, … guys usually don’t tip me” and laughed. After I had had a drink and gotten a chance to check out the staff, I felt ready for my first dances of the night.
At this point I should add, as it is a key element to what follows, that since the daytime high on this particular day was 104 degrees I had made my first foray into a SC while wearing shorts. Not the thin jogging or basketball shorts, but just a regular pair of dockers style shorts. I’m a perv, but not an obvious perv. A perv covered by a thin film of respectability.
As I said, I didn’t see any familiar faces so I was going to have to try out somebody new. Ms A(1) was sitting nearby, so I gave her a nod and we headed to the lap area. She was a dark haired latina, about 5 feet tall, with big DD bolt ons and a big butt all stuffed into a little black dress. She also, as I discovered, had a limited knowledge of English. The dress came off as our first song began. She climbed on and began to grind … “Joooo like?” she asked. I did. She had very nice suckable nipples which she proceeded to feed me followed again with … “Joooo like?” I did and affirmed this with a muffled “Me gusto … Mpfff”. She said, “Chupa baby”, and I did. Towards the end of the third song, as she was on her knees in front of me, she ran her hands up my thighs and into the legs of my shorts. A smile crept onto her face as she discovered that I was not wearing any underwear ( as I said, “A perv covered by a thin film of respectability”). She said, “Joooo a bad boy”, and began to stroke me under my shorts. This went on for most of the forth song until I stopped her and we ended our series of dances. A good start to the evening.
I returned to my table and had another drink. I noticed that the gray haired gentleman sitting with the girl I had my eye on earlier got up to use the bathroom. When he did she used the opportunity to work the room. Unfortunately she started on the far side of the room. The place was starting to fill up a little but was still relatively slow. Two of the four stages were now in the rotation. When he returned from the John, Ms A(1) swept in and took her seat, can’t turn your back for a minute.
To be continued...
mortalman
07-03-2006, 08:13 AM
... continued
So eventually she works her way around to me and joins me. She is a natural B cup, slim with a nice round ass. Light brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Her name as it turns out is Ms. A(2). I offer her a drink, which she declines; she offers a dance, which I accept. We enter the dance room and she drags me to the back, a good sign since it is dark and private there and she can watch the entrance in the mirror. A good grind ensues, very high mileage, my hands free to roam where I please. At one point she stood on the couch, checking the entrance in the mirror, and then smothered me with her kitty. She also put her hands up the legs of my shorts and worked the stick shift like Danika Patrick on a road course. When we leave the dance room she returned to the gray haired guy.
Next, I am joined by a blonde Latina hottie Ms. K. She accepts my offer of a drink with great excitement, but says first she is going to get a soda from the bar. She wanders over there, talking to the DJ, other guys and other dancers. She is gone a little too long because by the time she gets back Ms. D is sitting in her seat halfway though the Dixie cup of vodka I poured for her. Now Ms. D is a Brunette (non Latina) with the kind of Marilyn Monroe body guys dream about. We are chatting about the usual stuff when I notice Ms. K standing nearby, I motion her to join us and she does. This could be a sticky situation but we handle it well. I explain the situation to Ms. D and she is very understanding and offers to leave but Ms. K encourages her to stay since she has to go on stage soon. They start talking about dancer stuff like other clubs they have worked at comparing notes. About how much they hate the super Tuesdays since all the cheap guys come in then and you have to work twice as hard for half the money. Ms. K confesses she started dancing at age sixteen at another club. All very fascinating. We all have another shot. Finally Ms. K has to go on stage so I let her know she needs to come back when she is done. Now that it’s just the two of us, Ms. D makes her play and we head for the couch room. Soon my hands are squeezing her ass and my face is buried in her ample bosom. Our dance time is more like being in the back seat of Dad’s Buick at the drive-in. Kissing, nipple feeding, fingering. In other words, a whole lotta fun! I end the session after six songs and when we leave Ms. K is waiting at the table. I bid farewell to my girlfriend for the last six songs and join Ms. K. It’s been a risk for her for sure, she has invested a lot of time in me and doesn’t know if it will pay off yet.
Ms. K is, as I said, blonde a small slim natural body and really quite cute. She says she doesn’t normally work on Mondays but she came in tonight because she really needed the money. (SS) She is so glad she came in cause she got to meet me. (SS) A guy she danced for earlier asked “how much for sex?”, when she said $300 he countered with $80 … “$80, can you believe that MortalMan,… what a cheap ass!” She is having so much fun with me we should do a dance. (SS) We have another drink and then head back. This was the perfect way to finish the evening since she “needed money” we were able to fix a price for her services and time. She ground on me, fed me the kitty, asked me to “F**K me harder” when I used my fingers. We ended our time with a BBBJ, she told me to let her know when I was going to “finish”. I asked her where she wanted me to “finish”, she said “In my mouth”
Good times,… Good times