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GenWar
08-22-2006, 02:26 PM
At one point, Paige introduced me to her friend, Miss A. Miss A was a lovely brunette with a curvy body and a predatory look. She talked to Paige and met me, but her eye was on the club and she was seeking a dance. A real pro…I was impressed by her focus. This was the only dancer that I saw that Paige introduced me to. There were others, actually, quite a few others. Most were very polite and respectful, walking around or behind Paige and giving me an eyebrow or a smile which I could easily shake off. A couple actually came up to me and paid me a compliment or gave me a kiss on the cheek. I didn’t appreciate them trying this with Paige right in front of me and I tried to frown at them all. I tried, at least.
Meanwhile, G was availing himself of the club. He went and had a couple of dances, bought us another round of drinks (me: Mich Ultra, Paige: Something Green that glowed radioactively), and tipped on stage. He kept commenting to me on how much he liked the club and its party atmosphere. He was right; the customers REALLY seemed to be getting into it. Since he seemed to be having a good time, I mostly left him to his own devices. It was really that I trusted him with his own fun and not that I was completely distracted by Paige. Truly. Honest.
I was having a great time with Paige, just chatting and enjoying the music and the atmosphere. But a red light did go off at one point. She was telling me how she operates in the club and she mentioned that she isn’t a big hustler. She clearly intimated that she didn’t ask guys for dances. I asked her if she had read my rules and she said that she hadn’t. So I knew she didn’t recognize the conflict for me. I don’t ask for dances. If she doesn’t ask for dances, then there would be no dances. Now, normally, I wouldn’t concern myself. I mean, What would I love better than a beautiful woman to sit with me and drink for a couple of hours? Not much, honestly. However, whenever she glanced away from me, my eyes would involuntarily trace her form and I knew that I was going to HAVE to get some dances. I would have to ponder this problem.
After some time, Paige excused herself to go to the restroom. She promised that she would return shortly and, of course, I promised I would wait. I think she was gone all of 10 seconds before the vultures swooped in. She was gone maybe 4 minutes and I was approached 5 times or so. I politely declined all comers, none were irresistible. Still, the brief exposure to the club talent raised my estimation of the place a bit. Paige returned, but excused herself briefly again, to check her position in the stage rotation. As soon as she stepped away, I heard the DJ call her to “standby.” She returned moments later and said she needed to go on stage. I promised that I would be waiting. As she stepped away, I checked the cell phone. 12:52. I began to panic a bit about possibly not getting dances.
I took a couple of pulls of beer and chatted briefly with G waiting for the song to end. When it did, I told him I’d be right back and dragged myself to my feet. Straightening my vest and jacket, I began to carefully pick myself across the club, braving the packed crowd that hid the main stage from view. I excused myself to all the wise patrons who scrambled out of my way, lest they be crushed, and traversed the length of the place to the far side where one lonely seat in pervert’s row, waited. Reaching into my jacket, I pulled out the tip wad and thumbed through the Washingtons and TJs until Abe’s bearded visage appeared. Peeling one off, I pocketed the roll and sat in the solitary chair.
It was then that I noticed that the long main stage actually had 2 dancers. One dancer was at the far end from me, on an end of the stage that was out in the main part of the club. As I watched, the stage dancer was playing with a female customer who had very large breasts. At some mild insistence from the DJ, the customer pulled up her top to reveal to the crowd a pair of magnificent naturals, which the dancer proceeded to play with. Like I said, “party atmosphere.”
The other end of the stage, against the back wall, had a clothed dancer, in this case, Paige. She noticed me sitting there smiling up at her and was a bit surprised. Of course, her carefully controlled face betrayed no surprise but her eyes lit for just a second, and I was watching for it. She came over and gave me a piercing smile and a brief show before pulling out the string. I slipped the waiting Abe into its new home and grinned at her. I proceeded to watch the show as she danced some more and gathered a tip from a female customer. Wow, there were a lot of lady custys in this club.
Paige’s stage show is not the more high energy, dance routine type numbers I am usually drawn too. She goes for the charm method, overwhelming the audience with her beauty and raw sensuality. Her moves are slow, deliberate and careful, as if each is designed to increase your attraction. It was a very pleasant show to watch. As the song ended, she moved to the back of the stage, presumably to remove her dress and gather her things. As she did, I rose from my seat and identified a seat at the other end of the bar. Since it was on the far side, I had to pick my way through the packed crowd once again.
Newly seated at the other end, I palmed another Abe and smiled up at her. She approached from the other end and spun around the pole, coming into eye contact with me at the end of the swing. She smiled more openly this time and called down to me, in a mocking tone, “Are you stalking me?” I grinned back and replied, “Why, yes ma’am. Yes I am.” She chuckled at this and let me slide the tip into her string. After which, I got to spend another song marveling at her show and its ability to draw you in and keep you right there, focused.
As the end of the song approached, I returned to my seat, which was close enough to the second stage that I could easily complete the tip rotation. G was still there, chilling on his beer and cigar and watching the stage. The dancer on stage was Miss A. I watched her a bit while chatting with G but the song ended before I got a chance to tip. Then Paige made her way to the second stage and began her show anew. This stage had a bit more love for her than the last two, so I barely got up and over in time to slip my tip in with the rest. While watching her, G wandered off. As I sat alone, a guy in a white visor cap tapped me on the shoulder and yelled in my ear, “Yo, my man! Is Samantha working tonight?” I turned to grin at him and replied, “I have no idea. I don’t work here.” He held up his hands as if to say, “My bad.” and looked appropriately embarrassed.
Once done, Paige returned to her seat and took a few moments to relax before getting dressed. Apparently, the effort of the dance generated some heat as she was fanning herself repeatedly, though I didn’t see the barest hint of sweat. She looked as perfectly flawless as ever. She adjusted and donned her dress, took a sip of her drink and settled in for more conversation. I could tell she was making herself comfortable, as though we had no where to go. However, after watching her stage show, I was more than a little jonesing for a lap dance. The cell phone said 1:17 am, so I knew not much time was left. I leaned in to chat with her…
Gen> “Remember how you said you aren’t a big hustler.”
Paige> nods.
Gen> “And how you don’t ask for dances?”
Paige> “Yes.”
Gen> “Well, see the thing is, I don’t ask for dances either.”
Paige> “Oh?”
Gen> “So that creates a bit of a dilemma.”
Now, she is supposed to ask for a dance here now, right? I mean, I hinted hard enough, didn’t I?
Paige> “So where does that leave us?”
Gen (to self)> AARGH!
Gen (out loud)> “Er…umm…I suppose I could make some sort of exception.”
Paige (laughing)> (points to bench) “Alright, mister, let’s go. Right NOW!”
Gen> “Yes, ma’am.”
So she follows me back to the corner of a bench I select and sits down next to me to wait for the song to end. It soon does and she rises to her feet and moves in front of me, deftly removing the dress. Remembering my manners, I ask her for the ground rules. She gives me the basics, which still leaves me plenty of operating room.
Just as I had suspected, the dances are like the stage show. Slow, deliberate, personal and completely intoxicating. She leans over and drapes all that gorgeous black hair over you and then gets up close and personal. I fear my writing skills are not sufficient to effectively convey to you how it was but, suffice it to say, I was completely overwhelmed. It was like sensory overload. I would swear my vision blurred. Every so often she would move in such a way so that I would catch her eye and she would smile a knowing little smile at me, as if to say, “Yeah. You like that. I can tell.” She was right.
continued....
GenWar
08-22-2006, 02:27 PM
At the end of the first dance, she STOPPED! She almost made as if to move off, so I touched her arm gently and asked if we were done. She made a mock thoughtful look and asked if I would like another. I confirmed that I would indeed. So she nodded and started again. “How many was that?” I asked. “1” she said with another sly smile. “That was like the longest song ever! I am so lucky.” I told her.
The second was as good as the first. Midway through, I raised my chin to stare up at her, hoping for a look from her smoldering gaze. Completely surprising me, she stuck her tongue out and tapped me on the nose. I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “Make sure you post that on the pink side.” She told me, chuckling. “Absolutely. I’ll start a thread.” I told her, not sure why I would do so. At some point during the second, the guy in the white visor brought over a dancer and sat on the opposite corner from me. He kept kicking my foot which was distracting. I tapped him with the side of my foot to let him know that it was annoying and he stopped. At the end of the second, Paige again STOPPED! and thanked me. I raised a finger as if to say, “Uno momento, por favor.” Before I could speak, she interpreted the figure verbally as “One more?” and began again. I tried to correct her impression of the gesture but I was lost in the dance.
One small corner of my mind detached itself from the “drowning in pleasure” mode I was lost in and contemplated her actions. Why did she assume I only wanted a couple of dances? Did she read me online and interpret me as all talk and no action? What was it about me that had me pegged as a non-spender? The whole no-ask thing? Frankly, I think that piece of my brain would have gone on all night if I didn’t yell at it to shut the hell up and enjoy the dance. At the end of the third, Paige gave me a silent expression that clearly communicated, “Another?” I nodded in response to it. She agreed but excused herself to the restroom for just a moment.
I saw alone and waited for her return. The guy in the white visor was sitting annoyingly close on the other bench. Abruptly, he jumped up and shot out of his seat into the crowd, returning 10 seconds later with 2 dancers in tow. He sat in his seat and pull the dance in his left hand onto his lap. With his right hand, he pulled a thin, blonde dancer towards me. She stepped up to me and politely asked if I’d like a dance. I smiled at her and politely declined. She took it well and turned back to the guy with a confused look on her face. He waved her towards me and nodded, as if to say it was his treat. I was surprised at this and she looked at me and shrugged. I thanked her again and told her I was fine. I think turned to him and told him, “I really appreciate it. But, I’m good. Really.” At this point, Paige had reappeared and was standing behind the blonde. The guy in the cap shrugged and nodded at the dancer, who also shrugged, seemingly in good humor, and moved off. Paige quickly resumed her seat on my lap and started dancing again.
Shortly thereafter, that song ended but Paige continued without stopping this time. I grinned to myself, looking forward to getting a bunch more of those fabulous lap dances uninterrupted. Just as I was relaxing into that dreamy state, I heard the DJ announce, “Last chance for a lap dance.” I mentally slapped myself upside the head. Checked the cell phone and it said 1:43 am. There was still TONs of time left. However, the last song flew by (don’t they always?) and the music stopped. “Night’s over?” I asked Paige. “Yep,” she told me. I pulled out the wad and counted off an appropriate amount of cash with a bit extra as a tip.
I then looked over at the table and noticed that G was missing and so was my novelty lighter. I told Paige I would be right back and ran over to find him and confirm he had my lighter. Once I did, I returned to Paige and fanned out the money so she could see how much it was. “This is enough, right?” I asked her. She glanced at it and said, “Well, I don’t have to charge you for that one, it was just like, a half of one.” I shook my head and pushed it at her. “Just keep it. Thanks for a great time.” She smiled her gorgeous smile at me and gave me a hug. At this point the DJ is yelling for dancers to go to the DR, so she turns to leave. G wanders by and sticks out a hand, expressing pleasure at meeting her. She takes his hand and favors him with another smile, agreeing that she too is glad to have met him. She then turns to leave and I am there again. So she gives me another hug, which I readily accept. I thank her again and follow G out into the night.
lunchbox
08-22-2006, 02:54 PM
That fucking kid sounds worse than me, lol.
Susan Wayward
08-22-2006, 04:22 PM
Paige, no offense, but perhaps not asking for dances is at the root of your earnings issues?
And GW, thanks for the large print this time! And you're on notice; I will be returning to the East Coast in November . . .
velvet
08-22-2006, 04:56 PM
or just assuming they want one at a time!
Bridgette
09-01-2006, 06:13 AM
So again, I'm sitting there by myself, in the VIP, after about 20 minutes .................She again seemed really apologetic, said she had to pay her tipout (which she didn't pay when she arrived)That was probably the truth. I've worked in clubs where they would do that, actually call the girls at a certain time to come pay, and if they don't show up when called, no matter where they are, they get fined / fired / suspended. So blame it on the club.
I've even had bouncers/managers/DJs at certain clubs actually come find me and interrupt me in the middle of a dance to collect their tipout because they just couldn't wait another minute - not house fee, but tipout ::)
Idiotic strip club management ::)
Richard_Head
09-01-2006, 08:02 PM
That was probably the truth. I've worked in clubs where they would do that, actually call the girls at a certain time to come pay, and if they don't show up when called, no matter where they are, they get fined / fired / suspended. So blame it on the club.
I've even had bouncers/managers/DJs at certain clubs actually come find me and interrupt me in the middle of a dance to collect their tipout because they just couldn't wait another minute - not house fee, but tipout ::)
Idiotic strip club management ::)I don't question whether it was the truth or not, either way it was a mood killer.
Bridgette
09-02-2006, 04:44 AM
Yeah, I know. But you understand that your 'killed mood' is really only punishing the girls for something they can't control, right? Ehh, I might've handled it better than she did though. For one thing, in a club that requires house fees upon entrance or by a certain time, I'll just make sure I have the cash to bring in next time I go to work. No idiotic interruptions then. And I am much better at recovering after a fumble than she apparently was :P
Richard_Head
09-02-2006, 09:30 AM
Yeah, I know. But you understand that your 'killed mood' is really only punishing the girls for something they can't control, right? Ehh, I might've handled it better than she did though. For one thing, in a club that requires house fees upon entrance or by a certain time, I'll just make sure I have the cash to bring in next time I go to work. No idiotic interruptions then. And I am much better at recovering after a fumble than she apparently was :PI have absolutely no doubt that you would have handled it much better than she did;), you seem to have a much better grasp of the business than 99.99% of the dancers I have run into. And I don't think she was punished much either, I mean she did get 2 VIP sessions out of me;) (just lost out on a third).
Well, after a long dry spell, a spate of boring personal disasters, & a paycheck I knew it wuz time for some therapy. I did a little Internet research & discovered that one club lets ya in free before 7 pm, so I decided to stop in there (& originally planned to slide up to N. Beach later, but didn't). It also dawned on me how close the place is to where I work (sometimes), an interesting observation. I had been there once, years before, and remembered that it was nice but low-mileage & a bit pricy.
I just walked right in before they started charging & bellied up to the main stage (there are two teeny-weeny side stages). Quite a few good-looking girls, mostly young, but when they danced they hugged the back wall (mirrored), came out & did pole stuff, & then went back to the wall or wandered around upstage like we weren't there. Sometimes the stage wuz nude of greenery, so I remedied this, but still a lot of them just didn't seem to notice us. Foo. I'll admit most of us weren't helping much: 0-3 guys @ the tiprail & too often no loot. It wuz close to the end of the shift, mebbe the dancers were just wiped out. I left the stage & sat down on one of the couches to see who would come hustle me, and no-one did -- well, finally a filipina girl came over & sold me two dances. She was pretty tame. After a while I wandered over to the side stages & started tipping just to get some attention (& polish my CS) -- they rotated every 2 songs so I got to check out a lot of girls. They generally liked to work me there & I got a fair amount of my total mileage @ those tiprails. It's a couples-friendly club, so a lot of them asked me whether I was with someone & what I was there for. I told 'em & practiced my best CS:
Me: I like your outfit! Lemme accessorize it a bit [withdraw dollar bill from pocket]
She: Sure! Thanks! [holds out side strap of thong -- we do that silly ritual 'cuz the club sells booze & technically the onstage dancers can't have any contact w/ us]
Me: Dancers always look good in green.
She: <Giggle!> (I've never had a single dancer argue w/ that one.)
-- & then they often stopped dancing, leaned over the rail, & got handsy. In fact, later on, I got dances from two girls who worked me @ that tiprail. Most of the time nobody notices the girls on the side stages.
I wuz heading over to the other side stage when G. snagged me. . . .
[Ladies! Y'all have asked how to get dances & I can only speak for myself but what gets me is contact. Ante some contact. Use a little finesse (don't be grabby), but if you touch me a lot I'll start thinkin' "Hmm, it'd be nice to have her in my lap. . . "]
. . . so as I wuz headin' over to the soapbox stage right, G. slipped her arm into mine & walked w/ me, chatting w/ me & the hot Brazilian who wuz transiting from the main stage ("Isn't she gorgeous?") [another smart move, not letting the competition show. Yeah, she wuz complimenting the other girl, but she was the one who had my arm & wuz leanin' into me. . . so I put my arm around her waist, of course. . .] We chatted a bit (she's from Trinidad, studying fashion design, the usual stuff). So she sold me a dance & didn't seem to mind my hands @ all; I told her I wasn't up for another dance immediately, but she should check in w/ me later. She said, "OK, well, I gotta go make some more money," slid off my lap, & was off in search of further work. I returned to circulating between stages (in fact G. worked me a bit more from the stage-left platform later on).
It's a relatively low-hustle club (@ least for San Francisco), possibly 'cuz of the number of couples & "business dinners;" the girls seemed to be careful about pissing off dates. In fact I wuz getting a bit disappointed at not being hustled more, but I took the opportunity to practice looking "available" myself: eye contact, smile, "How's it goin'," that kinda thing. It worked somewhat: I got a few nice feels, decorated a couple of girls a bit, but the stage-left platform wuz still the best place to check out possibilities for lap action. Heard some interesting SS, worked on some alternate lines of CS, had some nice (if brief) fondles. Examples:
She: "How long ya been here?"
Me: "Coupla hours."
She: "You look pretty sober for having been here that long."
Me: "I don't drink much." [I know I coulda done a lot more w/ that one, it just kinda caught me by surprise -- possibilities: "Well, what does it take to get me drunk?" -- "You look pretty sober too. That's terrible. How can we fix this?" -- but still I'm partial to "They charge too much for drinks. I wanna save my money for you guys." I've never had a dancer argue w/ me about that one.
Two girls got me on the couch starting from that stage:
B. (5'2", dark hair, Spandex (R) kinda "slanted leotard" outfit): "I like being an exhibitionist" (I had asked her what she liked most about the work). Nice stage contact, but when we got down to biz she wuz pretty much hands-off; not a *bad* dance, but not one that left me lusting for more.
M. (about the same height, longer dark hair, blue one-piece swimsuit): I actually don't remember the details of the "pre-dance dance," but anyway we repaired to a couch & I got a fairly-decent-but-not-spectacular dance. Yes, I know the monitors are watching (& so are the other girls), but G. had been much friendlier w/ no problem; if I run into B. again we'll have to have a talk. I'm a bit of a pushover for the first dance, but if she wants me to come back she's gotta put out a little. (I have The Talk down fairly well: (a) "Hey, I know ya got bills to pay, & I respect yer boundaries, but I gotta consider my own needs too;" (b) "Aw, I wish I cd take ya all on, but I can't. Y'all are so beautiful -- I gotta see how the chemistry works out before I get carried away.") (When I get a really quick "Wanna Dance?" I usually say, "Ho ho! I'm not that fast, sorry -- ya gotta work me some more. Feel free to check in w/ me later." If she's doing well I'll say, "You're doin' the right things to get me there, ya just gotta be patient." Yeah, I know y'all hate "Maybe later," but it's part of the job.
I also worked a bit on a new line of CS: "Hey, it takes a lot of time & effort to stay so beautiful, & I sure appreciate it. I'll contribute to yer upkeep. . . " (Still fine-tuning this one. It branches off into many variations; I gotta work it some more to get a real feel for how this one works.)
By this time the next shift had come in & things picked up a bit: the girls were more forthcoming on the main stage: one (K.) showed awesome stage presence/eye contact/expression from across the stage. She jiggled & strutted & did all that good stuff -- even smiled @ me! So of course I made her stage a bit greener. In fact I chased her down to compliment her after her set, even tho' I had made an appointment for a second dance w/ G. I wuz down to my last dance, & had decided that she gave me the best mileage, so I wound up turning down some girls that I would have liked to get to know a little better. It wuz quite civil: they usually gave me "Maybe next time" hugs & we parted on good terms (wise man say, "Always cry when you say 'no'").
G. wuz quite popular & we took a while to reconnect, but eventually we did, & I got to fondle female flesh almost to my heart's content for one more song. We had an understanding; in fact, she decided to cultivate me: good SS: "Aw, you're nice!" (well, I do like to show some gentlemanly appreciation when I get good service: eye contact, smile, a few little sighs & moans when they rub me the right way).
Me: "Aw, you say that to all the guys."
She: "Nah, only the ones who pay" [no, not really, she's too pro; actually, of course, she said, "No, reallY! You're sweet. . . stay sweet!"] She ran off 'cuz another guy wuz waiting, but she copped a quick feel of my crotch as she left (just for being so sweet, I guess).
So that wuz it. Overall a good therapy session, 5 or 6 hours, mileage a bit low but lots of little bits of contact & friendly good times. Almost all quite good-looking girls, & they seemed happy, prolly 'cuz they knew they didn't have to put out too much. It does make the ambience much nicer, the girls are more relaxed (in fact it took me a while to adjust to the lower-key hustle), so in reality some of the "mileage" is scattered throughout the scene -- an ongoing erotic tingle. I did kinda miss the nastier stage action & hustle of the nude clubs (not to mention some of the booth action!) But G. had a really good hustle: she stayed *relaxed* while she wuz workin' hard & movin'. On top of that, she delivered contact, in the hustle & on the couch. & I wuz certainly warming up with a couple more when I had to call it a night (6 couch dances (4 girls), $60 or so in stage tips (3 stages, kept me moving, showed many girls a little respect). Lotsa practice remembering names, giving CS, finding new ways to work a room fulla girls.
Rip
Bridgette
09-05-2006, 05:40 AM
I have absolutely no doubt that you would have handled it much better than she did;), you seem to have a much better grasp of the business than 99.99% of the dancers I have run into. And I don't think she was punished much either, I mean she did get 2 VIP sessions out of me;) (just lost out on a third).Hey, losing a third most definitely is punishment!! ;D
Jay, good switcheroo. I know from your previous posts that Leggy is on the top of your list but eh if she's too busy...her loss ::) Nice move to Willow with the excellent ROI that followed. There is a lesson here for us junkies. Favs are great but dont depend on them to always be available. Having a Plan B is paramount.
Great report bud!
FBR
Richard_Head
09-10-2006, 01:21 PM
Nice TR JZ, some girls can really surprise you when you're not expecting it (positively and negatively) can't they? Way to roll with the punches.
dayzed
09-16-2006, 05:48 PM
Although JZ drives me nuts with his deliberate crafting of reports to omit any identifying characteristics that might aid curious local customers in correlating <pseudonym> to <actual dancer> ;), there is no doubt that this was an evocative report, ringing with emotional truth, and a pleasure to read. :)
yoda57us
09-18-2006, 03:47 PM
My only rules: Always have a plan B, when it's not fun go someplace else....but be patient.
Headed for my new favorite daytime club to see my new favorite daytime dancer. Unfortunately she wasn't working today and the talent pool was fairly shallow. Lot's of cute blond chicks with big fake ta ta's and a few scaries with way too much ink. We should all know by now that I don't do blonds with fake tits and crack ho's are also off my list. Finished my water, ate my free lunch and headed for the door...
Headed for my former stomping grounds as it was a few blocks away. I haven't been here during the daytime since last fall so any chance of finding a fav was remote. Still, Monday is two for $20 day with no house commission so it's the best deal in Providence....as long as you can find a woman worth $10 a song...don't laugh, sometimes it's tougher than you might think!
Walked in, said hello to the DJ (Hey stranger, where you been hiddin') and sat at my usual spot at the bar. The house mother and Barmaid on are both old aquainences and proceeded to come over and give me a ration of grief for staying away so long. The house mother lamented that she had no Brazilians working (did I mention that she knows me??). I think she half expected me to get up and leave but I decided that, at ten bucks a dance I should at least check out the ladies for a bit.
As I sipped my water and surveyed the ladies on stage I was approached by a very cute but overly inked young lady whom I'll refer to as Ms A (no, not the strawberry and whipped cream BJ Ms A from previous reports). She placed her cute frame between my legs as I sat on the bar stool and put an arm on my waist. "Get into any trouble yet" she purs as a big smile appears on her face. Right away I'm thinking "OK, she's not Brazilian, but this could work". I told her I was trying to behave myself at least for a few minutes until I had fully adjusted to my surroundings-all the women being naked that is... She thought that was cute (don't they always) and giggled as she smiled again. We chatted for a bit and I told her that I hadn't been in for quite a while and needed to see if any of my regulars where working before I started to fill out my dance card. I did offer to uy her a drink but she decided to work the room instead (wise woman, she scored a winner and spent the next hour with the guy at $10 a song) She had a big smile for me afterwards and said I brought her luck....who am I to argue?
I spotted a very cute Filipino dancer on stage-lately I've been into Filipinos in a big way. I headed toward the stage to tip her. She was sitting in a guys lap over the edge of the stage and looking damn fine while doing it. Unfortunately she stayed there until the stage set was over so I got up and went back to the bar. I watched her for a while and realized that, while she had a body built for sin, she hadn't smiled once since I'd noticed her on stage earlier. This is a huge deal breaker for me. If a gal can't at least muster up a smile when she walks by a potential customer I just assume she's rather be somewhere else and move on...
To be continued after dinner...
yoda57us
09-18-2006, 05:04 PM
I stopped trying to figure out my preferences for any-woman-not-north-American a long time ago. I have nothing against the home grown ladies I'm just not attracted to them anymore.
So there I sat watching a bevy of hot-but-doing-nothing-for-me girls as I contemplated hitting yet another club. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the unmistakable shimmy of a pair of Latina hips approaching the stage from the right. She was slim but curvy and working those hips to the max without ever appearing to over do it. She made her way to the stage and immediately lost her top and her cover-up.
I immiediately headed for the stage. I sat down stage side and watched her impressively formed butt as she checked herself out in the mirror. She turned around, spotted me drooling and came right over. She shimmied a bit, accepted a dollar in each side of her G-string and then came in closer for round two. She lowered herself off of the stage onto my lap (this is a very popular move at this particular club) She opened her mouth and I hooked. In the sexiest Spanish accent I've heard in a while she asked me if I liked what I saw. I responded in the affirmative of course and she proceeded to grind rhythmically into little yoda with her butt as she put an arm over each of my shoulders and pulled me closer...truthfully she didn't have to try too hard. She put her nose to my neck and complimented me on my cologne (note to self, gotta thank the Brazilian that gave me that stuff AGAIN the next time I see her). At this point she began to kiss my neck as she wriggled on my lap and hummed in my ear...all at the same time! I love a girl that can multi task! She introduced herself, I'll call her Ms S, and I did the same. She asked me if I was Italian (OK, I am, but I probably would have lied anyway). She mentioned that she had a soft spot for Italian guys and I told her that I had a hard spot for Latino women....I'm guessing she had already figured this out. We chatted for a bit as she kept grinding and running her nose along my neck enjoying the cologne and the fact that she was giving me goosebumps. As the set ended I tipped her $10 and asked her to stop by to see me if she wasn't busy.
A few minutes and a costume change later and Ms S had assumed the position standing between my legs as I sat at the bar. It's a well known fact around this board that cute lady with an accent is my downfall. Ms S was no exception. We made small talk for a bit as she stroked my chest while I held her waist. She was tiny, maybe 100lbs if she just ate a big meal. My favorite 34B's were in evidence as was my preferred height of 5' 3" or less. This lady had everything she needed to empty my wallet and I had every intention of letting her do it! Still, I was enjoying the small talk and she seemed to be as well. I mentioned to her that I had been a once or twice a week regular at the club for years and she asked me about a few friends of hers who had worked their in the past and recommended the club to her. I told her that I didn't remember her friends but to thank them for me the next time she sees them.
I love a good Lap dance. The amount of contact is secondary to the vibe that I get from the lady. I don't go shopping around often but when I do I really need to find a mental connection if I have any hope of enjoying the dances. Sure, it may be SS but I'm willing to accept the act as long as it's convincing. Ms S never asked me for a dance as we chatted. As she once more nuzzled my neck and asked me the name of my cologne I decided that it was time to exercise my right to throw away money on a beautiful woman...
Casual Observer
09-18-2006, 05:50 PM
Lot's of cute blond chicks with big fake ta ta's and a few scaries with way too much ink. We should all know by now that I don't do blonds with fake tits and crack ho's are also off my list.
But that's all you seem to find in most of the Providence clubs now...ugh.
yoda57us
09-18-2006, 05:54 PM
Ms S and I headed to the private dance area. In this club it's a series of overstuffed chairs surrounded by a wooden frame. There are about ten of these PD set-ups lining the long wall on the far side of the club. The furthest chair is about sixty feet from the front of the club and very private as it faces away from the room. This is the sought-after cubicle and was occupied as Ms S and I walked towards it. Ms S asked if I would mind waiting for it as it was her favorite -I heard the word SCORE! in the back of my mind as she said it. "Why of course we can wait for it, what the pretty girl wants, the pretty girl gets". She nuzzled my neck again as we held hands and sat down at a tall table and waited for the booth. Again more small talk, this time, as we talked, her thigh was working little in a subtle but definite motion intended no doubt to prevent me from changing my mind as we waited...As if!
The booth opened up, I sat down and Ms S stood before me in all her glory. She took of her shoes and top as she crawled into my lap. Her small frame was curled up on me as she waited for the next song. "Let's stop talking now" she said as she uncurled her body and gave me a full frontal hug as her knees hit the floor. She undid three buttons on my shirt and helped herself. Ms S knows how to deliver a lap dance. Slow and sensual is my preference and she seemed to know without even asking where to touch, where to grind and when to moan. I was cautious with my hands at first until she pulled aside her g-string and started grinding my bare leg (it was 80 today, I was wearing docker shorts). As she did this she fondled her breast and offered it to me. I couldn't see refusing her generous offer and, as we continued, she offered various other good parts for my examination and approval. At one point she did a full "reach in" with both hands just to make sure that little yoda was fully involved in the festivities.
We where definitely in a groove, she was writhing, I was fondling and we where both giggling like two kids in the back seat of my old Galaxy 500. This went on for what seemed like eternity and an instant both at the same time. In reality it was about ten songs or half an hour. All good things must come to an end. It was almost time for Ms S's next stage show so we pried ourselves apart and caught or respective breath. I began counting her cash out. As she got up and turned her back to me she stepped back into her shoes I got a final glimpse of one of the finest Latino behinds that I have seen in a long time...I added another $20 to her pile of twenty's, hugged her and promised to be back again soon.
I don't spend nearly as much time in clubs as I used to. Work and a couple of really good OTC ladies have seen to that. Still, it's nice to know that I haven't lost my ability to pick a winner.
Katrine
09-18-2006, 08:18 PM
New York City. The mecca of all "gentleman's clubs", Penthhouse Executive Club. Friday night.
I'm in the big apple visiting my girl, having a great time. After slutting ourselves up and saturating our guts with booze, we decided to make the trek to the empire of class and elegance known as the PEC. We called the club to see if they would let single women inside and were told it was a go. I still didn't feel comfortable with that. I've been turned away at clubs unescorted before....
On our way up, at a redlight in Times Square, some dude opened the front door of the cab, hopped in, and requested the cabby drop him off at the train station. Ummm..hello...two of us were sitting right there! As the cabby was expelling the unwanted guest, I promptly unraveled a master plan. Let the boy stay and he can be our club entry bitch!
Did I mention the guy was really hot? }:D
Our boy was a construction worker from Long Island. Drunken and confused, we cajoled him into coming to the club with us. The cover was $30 a piece. Steep, but after all, we are entering mecca, where the girls are the paragon of beauty, and the NY financial district elite cavort. ::)
It looked like any other titty bar to me.
Granted, my friend said that Fridays tend to be "broke young guy night." I wasn't there to pay attention to the guys, I wanted to see titties. And titties there were. What can I say about the girls? Nothing really, there was one hot young exotica who looks a bit like the girl from Pussycat Dolls. There was a very thick and chunky latina doing dance after dance. From what I've read on Stripperweb, only perfection was allowed to work there. Based on actual observations though, the most popular girl looked just like any other overweight dayshift girl in Houston, but without extras. :-\
I observed several gals apparently mimicking convulsions during their lapdances. We ordered 3 well cocktails. $51 bucks!! One attractive Eastern Euro blonde approached us the entire time. I was bored so we left. On the way home we sexually harrassed our boy until I got bored with him and kicked him out of the cab nowhere near where he needed to be.
To sum it up, the PEC is a whole lot of absolutely nothing special. I think I'll stick to good ole extras riddled Texas! Yee-fucking-ha!
Kat LOL you can take the girl out of the country...etc blah blah If someone as hot as you only has a mediocre time (other than lusting after the cab companion) I think Ill stay in Ohio.
Jay...you fucker...great TR...now I have wood I have to somehow dispense of ;) I couldnt tell for sure but I assume that TR was a walk down memory lane?
FBR
cherryripeboy
09-18-2006, 09:04 PM
^^LoL 3 enjoyable TRs in a row FBR, that is great.
CarGuy
09-20-2006, 06:10 AM
On the way home we sexually harrassed our boy until I got bored with him and kicked him out of the cab nowhere near where he needed to be.
Ha! Some guys have all the luck!
yoda57us
09-20-2006, 06:19 AM
I was bored so we left. On the way home we sexually harrassed our boy until I got bored with him and kicked him out of the cab nowhere near where he needed to be.
To sum it up, the PEC is a whole lot of absolutely nothing special. I think I'll stick to good ole extras riddled Texas! Yee-fucking-ha!
Oh to be Kat's boy toy even if only for the length of a cab ride....;D
I work in NYC a lot and I never bother with the clubs...
GenWar
09-20-2006, 09:02 PM
Wow...some Good TRs lately. Thanks yoda, Kat and Jay.
After reading these, I was inspired to record my most recent unusual visit. This is just an object lesson in not going clubbing with someone you don't know that well, I guess. Anyway, for those of you with consititution, here's the latest GenWar LONG one.
Oh, for the conspiracy theorists, Miss B, Miss Sa and Miss St are all pink-siders. The former 2 have been outted round these parts before. Miss St will have to out herself, I would never...
-gen
GenWar
09-20-2006, 09:04 PM
There are few things in this life more enjoyable than a good baseball game in a good baseball park. In my experience, when the New York Yankees visit the Baltimore Orioles, you will find an scenario that creates a high percentage of this interaction. Add to that dinner reservations at my two favorite restaurants (one for each night), 5 decent cigars and visits to a couple of fantastic dancers and you have yourself a weekend worth living life for. Now, you don't want to hear about the game (3-2 yankees), the restaurants (PF Chang's and Ruth's Chris Steakhouse), or the cigars (Savinelli, Forturo, Blue helix and Arturo). You might, if you have the constitution, like to hear about Friday night. (Saturday night was a visit to the ATF (fresh off of retired status). Pretty straightforward...SS/CS, Champange and ridiculously good dances.)
I am on the way to Bmore with a coworker, J. We (that pesky royal 'we' again) decided to stop off at a nice club along the way. I had seen the potential for the stop and PM'd one of the dancers to let her know I was coming. She responded with encouraging excitement. I negotiated the freeway to the appropriate exit and stopped off at the corner store so J could hit the ATM. We then proceeded down the sketchy lane that leads to the club. I turned in behind 3 cars, silently cursing the anticipated wait for Valet. A large sign proclaiming "Valet Parking $10" scared the other cars around the far side of the building. Not so with your intrepid storyteller who has more money than sense. I stopped in front of the club and jumped out. The usual valet dude was no where to be seen...only a VERY large bouncer with a friendly smile and black, starched tux. I stood by the car for a few minutes before the valet appeared and recognized me from past tipping. He called a greeting and headed over. I gave him the $10 and he gave me the requisite ticket. I made the usual joke about getting drunk and losing the ticket (something I did on my first night at this club) and headed inside. J was already at the door, having gone in search of the valet during our wait. We stepped in and followed the bouncers gesture to the cover/coat check girl. She quoted us our $20 penalty which I forked over, taking the time to find a TJ to drop into the tip jar, noting with some satisfaction that it was not at all lonely. J joined me a moment later after paying his cover and the bouncer opened the door to the main area of the club, wishing us a good time. We thanked him and moved on in.
I stepped into the main area and looked around. The stage had doubled in size since my last visit. It now had three poles instead of one. I walked around it, glancing at all of my "usual" seating areas. I stopped in the far corner, but the remains of a bachelor party rendered the area dirty and disorganized which made me uneasy. A stoned blonde dancer encouraged me to sit, though I am not sure she knew that is what she was encouraging me to do. I introduced myself and J but she didn't have the wearwithall to conduct a conversation. Rejecting the seats, I excused myself and moved on. I continued around the stage, looking at some more seats. J asked if we were going to sit, a little annoyed. I apologized, blamed my neurosis, and stared at the available seating. J moved to sit but I stopped him and pointed out that his seat was too close to the DJ booth and VIP entrance. He rolled his eyes at me but accepted my insistance that we move on. We moved around the far side of the stage, considering and rejecting perfectly good seats. I continued past the restrooms into the far side of the club. It only took me a few moments to determine that this area had become the unofficial lap dance area and move back to the main entrance. I had circled the entire club and found no seats. J looked at me with abject frustration, so I reconsidered the first seats and reluctantly agreed. I chose a seat and pushed around a couple of chairs and minitables until I felt comfortable and dumped my junk on the table and sat.
J asked me if I wanted a beer and I agreed, searching for a waitress. He pointed at the beer station and moved to get up. I frowned. He laughed at me and headed over to the bucket of ice. I scanned the club looking for a familiar face. The stage had three dancers, none of whom I had ever seen before. I didn't see any of my usual dancer friends, No Miss Sa, No Miss B, No Miss LF, nobody. Shrugging, I pulled out my cigars, choosing the more expensive one and slipped it out of its sheath. J returned with the beers and I thanked him, clipping the end of my cigar and lighting up. J took a sip of his beer and excused himself, disappearing into the dim light of the club. I puffed away for a bit before a tall, dark dancer in fishnets tried an approach. In the dim light, she mistook my gold skin and close cropped beard for a puerto rican heritage and spoke to me in a mix of spanish and english. She joked that she thought Suge Knight was in the club (a common occurance in my club visits.) I laughed politely and asked her, "What if I am?" "Then, I am leaving..." She said with a laugh. Which said that, unlike most who make the joke, she had some knowledge of Mr. Knight. She followed up with, "Como te llama?" I identified myself and laughed. She caught on and asked, "tu hablas espanol?" "No," I responded. "Ah..." she said by way of apology and spread a little game my way. She took in the length of the cigar and the volume of the beer and did a little deduction. "Did you just get here?" she asked. I affirmed and she decided to demure. "I'll check on you later." I knew this was not a favorable proposition for her but I didn't feel a need to stop her so I wished her well. I was scanning again when my eyes rested on a sultry brunette working the crowd. Long black hair and luscious curves, my eyes lingered because she reminded me of Paige D'Winter. She was working the crowd so I didn't stare, lest I interfere with the mojo flow.
Moments later, another dancer approached. This lady of few words introduced herself and floated a tiny amount of game my way. She had a black outfit that seemed completely unable to restrain her breasts. Despite her constant and diligent efforts, she was not able to keep everything in place. It was kinda fun to watch, in all honesty. As she talked, she started to move in time to the music. A particularly upbeat song came on and she just moved in time to the music. It was slowly developing into the least mileage dance ever, to give you an idea of how it was playing out...she then asked for a tip. I slipped her a TJ and she continued with the misc dancing. She then asked for another tip. As I gave her another TJ, I noticed that J had returned and was noting the exchange with some humor. She kept up until the song ended and she then asked for a dance. The preview was good enough that I thought I would catch the feature, so I agreed. "You got the $20 now." she said. I blinked but recovered my CS mask and quipped, "Worried about my ability to pay?" She didn't laugh. Unfortunately, it was one of those shows where the preview is really all there is. After a disappointing 3 minutes, she asked if I wanted another. I declined as politely as possible. She moved as if to continue on in the previous vein, so I ran a basic dismissal pattern. I made the roll because she thanked me and gathered up her money (Every tip had been discarded on our table.) and moved off.
I continued my puffing (at not point during the dance had I stopped smoking) and nodded at J. He was scanning the crowd in an unexcited state. I looked around as well, still seeing nothing that attracted my eye. I was just starting to wonder...when I noticed a familiar sly smile coming my way. I caught her eye and tried to give her the self-assured smile but it turned the big, goofy grin. I hate it when it does that. Miss Sa is rapidly becoming one of my favorite dancers. She is a petite brunette with a subtle, girl-next-door beauty and a particularly laid back, relaxed attitude. She is one of those people you just want to be around because she seems to find so much enjoyment out of life that just being in her presence improves your mood. She is like a walking good time. She smiled her clever little smile at me and came around J's chair to our little table. I rose to greet her and gave her a quick hug. I sat and she took her seat right next to me on my right. I turned in my chair to face her and tried to keep my gaze politely above her chin.
"I just danced for someone famous," she informed me with a carefree laugh. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah...someone who works for the (pop culture reference deleted). Well, he SAID he was famous." I nodded, "I have heard of that." I told her, cuz I had. I introduced her to J, who sketched a polite greeting before resuming his morose review of the club. J's seat was on the far side of the table, off of the wall. So he was naturally out of our conversation. She inquired if he was the wingman and I told her he wasn't. I realized she was dry so I began the endeavor of trying to get a waitress. For some reason, I have an established history of being invisible to the wait staff of this club. I literally yelled at the top of my lungs at the waitresses as they passed. It still took to the third one before I was heard and served. Of course, once they notice you, you feel bad because you just yelled rudely across the club but the alternative is to sit drinkless for 2 hours. I have done it before. Still, I couldn't leave Miss Sa without a drink. She ordered her usual drink and the waitress left to get it. We chatted some more until she returned and I paid her for the drink with a big tip to keep her attentive. I grinned at Miss Sa as she took a pull of her not-insignificant cocktail.
(cont.)
GenWar
09-20-2006, 09:06 PM
We fell into an easy conversation, catching up on the events of the past few weeks and some stuff from the boards. She told me about a friend she had at the club and wondered where her friend was. Later, she spotted her friend's hips on the lap dance side of the club. She pointed it out and I managed not to stare. She also told me of changes to the club, including the new addition of their featured entertainer. We watched said feature entertainer do her show while Miss Sa told me about her and the shows she had done. We talked extensively and easily...she is an excellent conversationalist, probably due to her high intelligence and fertile imagination. Sometimes, I have to review things mentally a couple of times to keep up. It is just challenging enough to be fun and it is the kind of chemistry you can't fake with SS. Eventually, we noticed that J seemed bored. Miss Sa offered to get a friend to keep him company. I was encouraging of this plan, as I also wanted J to have a good time. As we were discussing, J stood and offered to buy us a round of shots. I agreed. "What'll ya have?" he asked us. I turned to Miss Sa and asked her. She signed a satisfied smile and said smoothly, "oh Patron." I grinned unconsciously and nodded. J departed to get the drinks. After he left, Miss Sa pointed over to the corner of her club. "There's Miss St's butt." She told me with a giggle. "Her?" I asked, looking at an upside down blonde. "No, more to the left," she corrected. I looked more left, saw what she viewed and raised an eyebrow. "Nice..." I noted. She asked if she should get her friend for J. I agreed.
She waited briefly to the end of the song and hopped up. She wandered over in that direction and I zoned out, scanning the club. When I glanced back in her direction, she was talking with the sultry brunette I had seen earlier. I grinned involuntarily to myself. How lucky. J returned with the drinks and gave me a look. "What?" I asked. He mumbled something about the cost and set them down. "Where's yours?" I asked. "Oh this is mine," he said, holding up a brown shot. "Jack Daniels?" I asked. "SoCo." He replied. I shivered and arranged the 2 patrons on our side of the table. Miss Sa returned with the lovely lass, who she introduced as Miss St. I shook her hand solumnly and tried not to stare. She was absolutely delicious, with a coy smile, long black locks and curves that begged to be caressed. Miss Sa introduced her to J and gave her a meaningful look. Miss St found a chair and pulled it up to J. They began to chat in quiet tones. I lean backed and stretched as Miss Sa settled in next to me again.
The DJ had been announcing the feature for some time. As we watched, she began her show. Miss Sa gave me the rundown on the feature in an hilarious "Mystery Science Theater 3000" style as the dancer did her best to shake what her momma gave her on stage to the random 80s tune. I believe it was Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue. We were watching the stage when J blurted out, "Gen...Gen-What?" I leaned over in his direction. "What?" "What's GenWar?" he asked. "My name." I replied. "So?" "I've never heard that before..." he told me, which was true, now that I thought about it. "Umm...where did you hear it now?" I asked. Her turned to Miss St. "I was telling him that that is how I know you." She explained. "Oh?" I asked, curious. "From SW?" She nodded, adding, "and Myspace." I nodded knowingly and let them get back to their conversation. I turned back to Miss Sa and we watched the stage again. The feature was dribbling a thick white substance down her chin and onto her chest between her breasts. "Wha-what?" I asked, incredulous. "Oh yeah," Miss Sa explained, "She does that with lotion." I shivered in discomfort and a bit of nausea.
We had a moment of comfortable silence. As I looked around, I noticed Miss B across the stage on the far side of the room. She was doing the usual scan for those in need of a dance. She caught my eye and smiled and headed over to say hi. I grinned at her and rose to give her a brief hug. We introduced her to J and she gave Miss Sa that silent knowing companionable nod that dancers give to each other when they are communicating telepathically. J read the dynamic and decided to chat with J and Miss St briefly. She didn't sit, as she was in full-on prowl mode. She just leaned over and talked with them. She wasn't hearing anything she liked so she decided to move on. Before she could vacate, I tossed out a brief phrase that I had been saving to ask her about. She did a double take and stared at me. Turns out, she has a friend who is a friend of a guy who is the boyfriend of one of my employees. So I made her tell me the story of her friend and I told her my side of it. She perched briefly on the edge of my chair and we marvelled at how small the world is. During the talk, the waitress came by. I ordered another round for me and Miss Sa and offered Miss B a water. She ordered an OJ, claiming a Juice diet. I just shook my head. I suppose it is the fact that perfectly gorgeous women are always on a diet that keeps them perfectly gorgeous. *shrug* She finished her story and her juice and promised to check on us later.
About this time, Miss St got up and departed, rather abruptly. I looked over at J, who shrugged. "What did you do?" I asked. He switched to the other side of the table, facing Miss Sa and putting his back to the stage. "What is wrong with just hanging out?" he asked us. I looked at Miss Sa and she looked at me. I just shrugged. "I guess you have a further Rule #12 line than even me." I told him. He just looked at me, confused. Miss Sa chuckled, "Didn't he explain the rules to you?" She asked. I hadn't. He shook his head. I pulled out a card and handed it over to him. He read it and review the rules. "What happened with Miss St?" I asked him. He just shrugged. As he reviewed the rules, both of our heads turned to follow a blonde with powerful curves encased in what appeared to be nylon or shiny leather. She walked by and we were both momentarily mesmerized, so much so that Miss Sa had to chuckle at us in warm humor. I grinned an apology at her which she shrugged off expertly. "Now, THAT is more my speed." J commented. "Really?" I asked, moving to get up. "Cuz I will go get her." he shrugged. I moved to go after the blonde when she did an appoach on a couple of guys near the stage. I sat back down and let her run her game. J finished the rules and lamented to me and Miss Sa that no one was willing to sit and chat. I sympathized and tried to explain the whole "They're working and won't idly waste time" thing to him. He heard the message but then stared pointedly at Miss Sa, as if to say, "SHE'S sitting and talking." I shrugged helplessly. "We have a dynamic based on previous history. She knows that I take my debts seriously and that she will be compensated for her time." Miss Sa nodded, adding, "plus, I'm drunk." I giggled at her and told her, "You're not." I then realized that I had giggled and wondered if I weren't drunk as well. I immediately attributed it to a cigar high and dismissed it. J didn't seem to buy into our explanations. I scanned the club and found the blonde. She was moving across the room on the far side of the stage. J was talking again. "I think I need 3 more shots and 2 more beers before I am ready to have fun." He commented. Miss Sa pounced on this. "Ok, then, let's get some more drinks!" She declared. About this time, I realized the blonde was just off to our left, failing an approach on a couple of young guys. She turned to meander towards the bar. I got up and sprinted the short distance between her and I. I tapped her on the shoulder and said, politely, "Excuse me." She turned and looked at me as though I were some sort of maniac. I pressed forward. "My friend would really like to meet you." She shrugged, looking as though no one had ever asked her this before. I walked back toward the table, keeping an eye on her in my peripheral vision. She kept pace, following.
I arrived at the table, and introduced her to J. His eyes light up as he took her hand in greeting. I personally found her lack of enthusiasm to be a bit stiffling but she was magically delicious, there's no denying that. I turned back to my seat and Miss Sa grinned up at me, chasing all negative thoughts from my mind. I settled in and we began our conversation anew. She was on her second Ketel and soda, so her natural charm was sharpened just a hair from the alcohol, making her absolutely hilarious. We both took turns with fits of giggles, all the while me forcing myself to believe that *I* was not drunk, as I was driving and J was literally getting his drink on. She looked at J and his girl and noted that they seemed to be getting along but their conversation was punctuated by awkward moments of silence. "You should buy him a lap dance." She told me. I frowned at her, "He is more than capable of buying his own dances." I told her. She chuckled at me and said, "Well, he isn't." She had a good point. I just shrugged. "Well..." she continued. "I would buy him a lapdance." I cleared my throat. "hmph...that would be different." I stated. She looked at me. I produced a $20 and set it on the table between J and the blonde. "Excuse me," I said, politely. "Miss Sa would like to buy J a lapdance." The blonde managed a wan smile that didn't reach her eyes but J smirked appropriately. Miss Sa just nodded sagely. I turned back to her. "That was very nice of you." I told her. She just grinned at me. "you know..." she began, in her "selling" voice. "We should probably head back to the VIP." I started to agree when I noticed J and the blonde departing for the dark end of the club. "When they get back..." I told Miss Sa. She nodded.
(cont.)
GenWar
09-20-2006, 09:07 PM
As we waited and finished up our drinks, Miss St walked by. She saw Miss Sa and came over to speak with her briefly. Miss Sa made some general sounds of dismay, so I inquired as to the matter. Miss St frowned at discussing it with me but Miss Sa assured her she should tell me. I tried to put on an understanding face and a friendly smile. With some reluctance, she related her interchange with J. She indiciated that she had hinted that he should buy her a drink and he had replied something to the effect of, "how much is this drink going to cost me?" I was floored. "He said, um...what?" I replied, wittily. She gave me that look that people give me when they think I am about to lose my mind. Miss Sa said something about miscommunication but I was fuming. "I want you to sit," I said to Miss St, as I began to signal across the room to the waitress. "Sit right down and you order whatever drink you want. Hell, order two. I don't care." I began waving frantically at the waitress who noticed me and gave me the signal for "Just a minute." I turned back to Miss St and stated, "I am so sorry. I will make this up to you right now." She decryed it and claimed it was no big deal. "Really, it's fine." She assured me. But I insisted she sit. The waitress came and she ordered a drink. I checked my own and offered Miss Sa one but we were both headed to VIP, where there are mandatory drinks, so we demurred. I sat there for several more minutes, making apologetic noises and kicking myself inside for putting my rep on the line without giving J some coaching. Miss St seemed fine with it and really seemed to be satisfied with my apologies. Her drink arrived and I paid for it quickly and gave a big tip, cancelling out a little more guilt.
Shortly thereafter, J returned alone. I saw the blonde wandering pointlessly around the room again. He sat in his original seat and leaned over to chat with Miss St who seemed fine with the arrangement, as Miss Sa and I rose and departed for the VIP. As we crossed the room, I saw Miss B who caught my eye and gave me a knowing smile. We hit the VIP and the "host" came over and started giving us the "rules and regs" speech, which quickly faded out when I produced an Abe for his waiting hand. He led us to the back and, rather then "help us choose" a couch as per normal, he gave Miss Sa a big smile and said she, being an honored guest, could have her pick of the room. She chuckled at him and led me back to our usual spot. We settled in and waited for the waitress who appeared in mere moments. We ordered our drinks and I paid their inflated prices, in advance for a change. Once she departed, Miss Sa got down to business. Her dances were a bit more luxurious and relaxed than last time. I attributed it to the alcohol. She started mid song and I remembered that huge thread in which we argued about that. But I decided that I was fine with it because she takes VERY good care of me all night long, I am not gonna have any complaints. The VIP deal is 3 songs for a flat fee. At the end of the second song, Miss Sa says, "Ummm...I think that is our time." "Oh?" I said, somewhat surprised. "Ok, that's cool." And it was...I really didn't mind, which I found to be odd. She read my face and said, "Well, was that three?" I smirked and said, "Not entirely." She shrugged and said, "Ok, we'll do another one." And she continued.
Midway through the third song, someone in the VIP table area behind me decided to get into a loud verbal fight with the bouncer. They were screaming at each other, the bouncer pissed but mostly professional but the guy was being a complete lunatic. His vehemance and volume led to Miss Sa having to glance over and see what's up. She made a brief comment to herself about the club management which I couldn't follow. "Eh?" I asked. She just shook her head. "Sorry, they are distracting me." she told me. "Not me," I replied, gamely. "I only have eyes for you." She grinned, more in humor at the cheesyness of the line than in appreciation of it. I grinned back and she continued the dance. Once done, she got dressed and I slipped her the correct amount of cash. We grabbed our drinks and made our way back to the table.
J and Miss St were still sitting and chatting. As Miss Sa and I settled in, Miss St leaned over and whispered to her. She was frowning again. She returned to her chat J and I asked what was up. She said that Miss St was going to go and work the room and try to work up some revenue. The implication was that it was a slow night. Miss Sa suggested that I buy J a lap dance again. I scoffed. "I could buy myself a dance," I mused, glancing sidelong at Miss St's form. Miss Sa shrugged. Then, inspiration struck. "Or..." I continued. "I could buy YOU a lap dance." Miss Sa's grin widened at that thought. Miss St had risen to leave and we called her over. I smiled at her and produced another Jackson stating, "Miss Sa would like to buy a lap dance." Miss St gave a knowing smirk and made the Jackson disappear before removing her long dress. Miss Sa peeled down her top as well, a move I didn't see coming. :) Miss St proceeded to give Miss Sa a VERY hot, very involved lap dance. I sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the show. About midway through, Miss B wandered over and perched on the arm of my chair, watching the show as well. We chatted and enjoyed the performance. I decided to press my luck (What the hell, it was holding...) and offered to buy Miss Sa a dance from Miss B. Miss B declined, citing professional issues. I accepted defeat as gracefully as I could. As Miss Sa and Miss St wrapped up, Miss B mentioned that she was gonna call it a night. I nodded and made some appropriate hinting noises within the realms of Rule #15. Miss B, ever the professional, caught it and asked if I would like a dance. I confirmed that I would indeed enjoy some of her attentions. As we waited for the song to recycle, I let Miss Sa know the plan of action. She nodded and said she would see how the rest of the club was shaking up. I agreed. "Well, if I don't see you later..." she started. I stopped her. "You make sure you see me." I told her. She caught the glint in my eye and nodded.
The next song started and Miss B disrobed for the dances. She leaned and kept it up close and personal, just as her dances always are. Soon, I had that big, goofy grin that I hate but I can't help getting when she dances for me. I enjoyed myself for throughly for that song and, after a brief pause for confirmation, through the next one. She drew to a close at the end of the second, stating that she remembers that I have a rule about two at the time, thereby giving lie to my theory that no one reads this stuff. I grinned my thanks at her and, more importantly, paid the tab. She thanked me and wished me a good night, as she headed out for the evening. I sat alone (Where was J?) and dug up my cigar, performing a relight. I puffed a bit and relaxed some. J wandered out of the crowd and grinned at me. "you see," he told me, "That's the problem with these places. End of the night, you end up broke and alone." Behind him, Miss Sa appeared in the crowd and began a beeline towards our table. I chucked at him, "Not alone." I told him, rising as she approached. She grabbed the chair on they other side of me from her original position and I sat back down and greeted her anew.
We fell back into chat mode, with her telling me about the bachelor party she approached during her rounds. "Not buying?" I sympathized. "No," She replied. "They were buying...I was just too drunk to sell them." We laughed at this. After a bit more chat, she told me she was gonna turn in for the evening. I gave her some Rule #15 hints as well. "One for the road?" she offered me. I nodded. She gave me one more of her relaxed dances to keep my wanted more and we said our goodbyes. I thanked her profusely for a wonderful evening. She flattered me with her thanks as well and we called it a night. J was off with a dancer he had met while she I were chatting at the end. The DJ was doing last chance type sounds and I took the time to use the facilities, gather my items and finish off the cigar. When the music stopped, J was follow the dancers over to the bar and conversing with them. After some time, he disengaged and came over and we departed.
(Author's Note: In defense of J, I did confront him later about the incident with Miss St. He told me that he had clarified his original communications with her and then did so for me. She apparantly misunderstood him. A lot of his clubbing experience were at clubs in Kentucky wherein the purchase of a drink for a dancer is not just having a drink but is, in fact, a complicated procedure wherein you pay and higher amount of money ($40? $50?) to pay for the girls time. The drink is just a pretext. He had apparantly thought that this was the transaction she was proposing. He was appropriately apologetic when he discovered the confusion.)
(fin.)
SC_dude
09-20-2006, 10:56 PM
what was the point of this post? let me recap. you got a valet. you paid the cover. you got dances in VIP. you enjoyed yourself.
that part about the drink miscomunication is interesting. but, i'm not sure where you get off lecturing your buddy about why he's required to buy a drink for a dancer. if he doesn't want a drink, that's his own prerogative. i would be pissed if some "friend" yelled at me because i wasn't spending enough money in a strip club. it's his money. let him spend it when and where he's comfortable. If this was a double date it would be different.
I actually don't like it when girls try to get me to buy drinks for them. A) I don't really drink, B) I'm not there to drink, C) I'm perfectly willing to spend on dances so I don't want to be paying out 10 dollars a drink for something I don't even want.
you should probably not be such a dick to your buddies.
SC_dude
09-20-2006, 10:58 PM
a lot of times the "drink" is actually water.
Sergent D
09-20-2006, 11:40 PM
I don't get out to the SC's very much so I had high hopes that I'd find a dancer that was descent tonight. I went to a club in east-central phoenix near my work. As things started, it wasn't going too well. Mostly getting ignored by the dancers and the only ones offerring were not my type. Finally, a good looking one comes up so I go for it. She was lame. Mostly air dance, light contact, almost non-existant grinding. Pass, I give her a $20 and she needs to get change. It takes a song and a half for her to get back to me. Wasting my time. Even though I'm seated towards the back, I give most of the stage dancers an obligitory tip since not many are. Most of them sucked as well, with little contact.
After what seems like an eternity, this hot little lady walks up. I saw her dancing for someone else and she seems alright so I go for it. She starts out pretty well but. Plenty of grinding but she's mostly rubbing on the top of it, rather than across and it hurts a bit. She does some ear licking (some may get grossed out by that but I love how it feels) and then when she's standing in front of me, she gives me a quick, but firm rub on the sweet spot. I'm like damn, she's the one.
After the first song, I'm wondering about the VIP but I decide to hold off a bit. Second dance is better, she's got the grinding down and giving those quick rubs. She's driving me crazy. She's giving me great access with the hands but I avoid the areas I really want to touch. Mid-way through the third, I decide that I HAVE to take her for a spin in the VIP. So I ask her and we head over there.
Things really heat up in there. She starts out with her breasts in my face, I go for it and give the nipple a quick taste and she presses hard against my face. After that, she reaches under waistline and give me a half stroke/half rub against me. Amazing touch. The song ends and she tells me she has to go on stage. Damn! I ask her to come get me right away and she tells me just to stay where I am.
Her one song stage show seems to take forever. There was a bit of humor though, from the booth next to me, I hear a laughing 'you could have warned me' Sounds like someone had a better time than he was expecting. Song is over and she gets back quick. Obviously, the excitement is gone but she puts her hand down my pants and takes care of that quickly. Now I decide that I need to see if she'll let me grab her breasts, I do and she just smiles at me. I really wanted to try the kittie but I had a great thing going and didn't want to press my luck.
In the second song she, instead of rubbing me over my boxer briefs, she actually reaches under them. I was hoping she's get there but was way too afraid to ask for that. Finally, in the third song, she plants herself on my left thigh and while I rub her left breast, she finishes me off. Amazing. She finishes off the song rubbing her breasts against my face but I'm completely oblivious to that. All I can think is that my heart is going at about 10,000 beats per minute and I really need something to drink.
The thing that really sucks is that by the time I get out again, I will have forgotton her name and probably won't recognize her.
GenWar
09-21-2006, 05:59 AM
QUOTE=SC_dude:
what was the point of this post? let me recap. you got a valet. you paid the cover. you got dances in VIP. you enjoyed yourself.
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Hrm...yeah, that is pretty much it. That's for the "Cliff's Notes" version. :)
QUOTE=SC_dude:
that part about the drink miscomunication is interesting. but, i'm not sure where you get off lecturing your buddy about why he's required to buy a drink for a dancer. if he doesn't want a drink, that's his own prerogative. i would be pissed if some "friend" yelled at me because i wasn't spending enough money in a strip club. it's his money. let him spend it when and where he's comfortable. If this was a double date it would be different.
I actually don't like it when girls try to get me to buy drinks for them. A) I don't really drink, B) I'm not there to drink, C) I'm perfectly willing to spend on dances so I don't want to be paying out 10 dollars a drink for something I don't even want.
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Ummm...I appreciate your perspective but I have a differing philosophy. Wait a sec, I want to read some of your posts to get a context. Be right back...OK, I couldn't find anything specifically about this before. I must have been mixing you up with someone else.
In any event, it wasn't just that he refused to buy her a drink. It was that he liked her, he wanted her to spend time AND he refused to buy her a drink. If she wasn't to his taste, that is one thing. But to try and take up her time and refuse to compensate her for that, to me, that is unacceptable.
Again, we are just different people, you and I. I DO really drink, I AM there to drink and I don't really care about dances. (I'll caveat that with "Usually." Some dances are too good to resist.) I want to spend time with the lady, enjoy her SS and have good conversation/companionship. I too am willing to buy dances but not so much because I want her naked on my lap as to compensate her for the time spent giving me the aforementioned service.
J indicated through his actions and verbal complaints that he shared my desire for such. However, by not buying the drink, he indicated that he was unwilling to pay his debts. To me, this is a lecturable offense. This is not the image I want to give the ladies in a club that I would like to frequent, because I will be branded a non-spender and ostracized. I work hard to establish a customer-dancer relationship that works well for both of us and, at times, it can be a delicate balance to strike. Anything that would upset that is something to be avoided. If a friend's philosophy is sufficiently different, then I would probably avoid inviting him to that particular activity.
Now, I set clear expectations with J before we hit the door. I talked about such things as not violating the rules or being less than a gentlemen. We were complete agreement on those points and I never saw him toe that line. However, I didn't mention this philosophy at all and I didn't really have any right to expect him to be on board with my modus operandi without telling him. So I was as pissed as myself for not setting ground rules as I was at him for jeopardizing my rep.
QUOTE=SC_dude:
you should probably not be suck a dick to your buddies.
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Well, why I do enjoy spending time with some men as much as I do the ladies, I do not usually participate in these types of extras. Being fairly heterosexual, it doesn't seem like an activity I would enjoy. ;)
Seriously, I wasn't trying to be a dick, but it was a pretty serious situation. Rule #9 states that Dancers are for the night but Wingmen are forever. While J is not a full Wingman (and truthfully, because of our differing views, probably couldn't be) the principle is sound and I don't feel I violated it. However, leaving him hanging from an expectation standpoint would have been to simply have the behavior repeated. From my personal perspective, I couldn't have him doing the same thing, so I had to communicate clearly on that. Had he taken issue with it, I probably would have chosen to depart and avoid further damage to my image in the club. Luckily, while he wasn't 100% in agreement, he was able to work with me to prevent it from being a future issue for the rest of the night. And, as near as I can tell, our friendship is intact on the back end. So, all's well that ends well.
In any event, I think you and I, sc_dude, will simply have to agree that we are different people with different ideals, goals and philosophys. I am sure a lot of folks agree with you. Probably some agree with me. It takes all kinds to make the world go round. We'll just have to make sure that, should we ever choose to spend time together, we do not use a strip club as a venue. Then, we can all just get along. :)
-gen
GenWar
09-21-2006, 06:03 AM
QUOTE=SC_dude:
a lot of times the "drink" is actually water.
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Immaterial. If she wants water, I'll buy her water. If she wants water and wants to pretend it's vodka, that's cool too. It is no weirder than her effectively pretending she likes a loser than me, so why would it be an issue? If she doesn't want a drink at all but would prefer that I just buy a dance, that's cool. Hell, if she just wants me to place a $20 on the table every 15 minutes she sits there, and she is making me feel good for that 15 minutes, we can sit there and do that all night, too. I may not be Kat's "perfect customer" but, if you feel like sitting around and doing nothing, I am pretty easy to please and pretty easy to make $$$ off of. Isn't that really the point? Isn't that the very nature of the symbiotic customer-dancer relationship?
-gen
cherryripeboy
09-21-2006, 06:28 AM
Gen, a fun tale from the SC. Always enjoy.
For me, I always buy a lady a drink. Especially if she is going to stick around for a bit, etc. I don't care what she wants, just that she wants it. I get thirsty too. I go for fun, and you need to be comfortable/relaxed to an extent to have fun.
Actually we all go for enjoyment, that is the point, we just don't seek the same things, go figure, it is a big world.
One day I should get around to posting my last SC night in Melbourne... well I'll type it up one day.
SC_dude
09-21-2006, 11:35 AM
i don't really have an issue with most of your rules and if people want to read your super long post about how you paid the cover and got a dance thats cool, but the way you busted your friend's balls made it seem like you violated your own rule regarding treating your friends right.
You kind of came across as a fascist rules monger and everything has to be just so - sort of like the Frasier Crane of strip club patrons. If the dancer isn't making money from your friend, she is free to walk away. Really, if you are having to work hard to build a customer / stripper relationship then something is wrong. All you should have to do is show up and buy dances and that should be enough.
Don't try to enforce your arbitrary made up rules on your buddy who is just there for a good time and doesn't care about your hard earned customer / stripper relationship.
Jenny
09-21-2006, 12:32 PM
Okay, I have a restaurant I go to all the time. I overtip and the waitstaff loves me. If there is waitstaff-shit, I am the biggest sucker ever, by the way. Keep in mind that I go here ALL THE TIME. At least once a week, usually about 3 times. I once went in with a friend and our waiter was having an off day. She wanted to leave no tip, and fill out a negative "comment card." Now is she within her consumer and legal rights to do this? Yes. However, as I said, this is my local, these are people I know and I don't especially want to be known as someone who came in with that bitch who tried to get Mickey fired. I don't want them to start bringing my check early, to refill my coffee less seldom or to stop reserving the good tables when I call. So I told her not to. If she had insisted, incidentally, I would not have taken her back, or anywhere else where I wanted to be welcomed when I stepped in the door. And that is with BAD service, not GOOD service. You are coloured by your company, and I can name any number of guys who have been "tainted" because they are sitting with jerks.
GenWar
09-21-2006, 01:34 PM
QUOTE=SC_dude:
i don't really have an issue with most of your rules and if people want to read your super long post about how you paid the cover and got a dance thats cool, but the way you busted your friend's balls made it seem like you violated your own rule regarding treating your friends right.
You kind of came across as a fascist rules monger and everything has to be just so - sort of like the Frasier Crane of strip club patrons. If the dancer isn't making money from your friend, she is free to walk away. Really, if you are having to work hard to build a customer / stripper relationship then something is wrong. All you should have to do is show up and buy dances and that should be enough.
Don't try to enforce your arbitrary made up rules on your buddy who is just there for a good time and doesn't care about your hard earned customer / stripper relationship.
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Hi again, sc_dude.
I believe I addressed ALL of these points in my previous posts. As verbose as I must admit to being, I can't see repeating myself.
One thing I didn't address previously, because I really hoped it was just a stylistic issue, is the way you seem determined to adopt a negative, accusatory tone. You think my style is bunk, hey, that's cool, we all have our own style. You think I pushed the envelope on Rule #9, that's a fair and logical assessment, even if I believe I stayed within the confines of my own self-enforced structure. That's all well and good, we disagree and that's fine. :)
But, when you start to throw around terms like "facist rules monger" and "arbitrary made up rules", you are just hurting your own point. It will be harder for you to convince me or anyone else of the weakness in my arguments if you use phrasings and terminology that is so easily interpreted as insulting. If you disagree in a friendly, polite manner, people will identify with you better and find it easier to see your point of view.
Hey, you can't convince me. I am not a dude that walks in, finds the hottest girl, buys a few dances and walks out. Rare is the night that I am not at the club at closing. Rarer still is the girl that I approach because I think she is hot. That's not me. If that's you, more power to you. Just respect that "There are more things in heaven and earth..." Were there not, it would be a pretty boring life...
-gen
doc-catfish
09-21-2006, 03:52 PM
You are coloured by your company, and I can name any number of guys who have been "tainted" because they are sitting with jerks.
Hence why I prefer to do my SC flying solo. The mere presense of a wingman can mess with your mojo (my rule #7 BTW).
Smokeless
09-24-2006, 11:25 PM
what was the point of this post? let me recap. you got a valet. you paid the cover. you got dances in VIP. you enjoyed yourself.
What is the point of the Gen's post? What is the point of this whole site and of this thread in particular???? I agree with Jay. I read and enjoyed every single word of his long, wordy posts. Great stories. Fun reading. Thanks, General!
xdamage
09-26-2006, 04:36 PM
I DO really drink, I AM there to drink and I don't really care about dances. (I'll caveat that with "Usually." Some dances are too good to resist.)
That's pretty much the way I spent my last trip to Las Vegas. Visited my favorite clubs, paid for a few dances, but most of the evenings were spent shooting the shit for the cost of drinks for me and the dancer. I didn't really have any problem with paying for the girls drinks for the evening since they were more then willing to just hang (and I got more then my share of free dances, and incase your wondering, no they wouldn't accept money for it, said they were having fun and it was all good). /shrug. I'm somewhat bored with the lap dance thing anyway so while I still enjoy the clubs, I want to enjoy them on my terms. Obviously many girls are there to work the floor. No problem. Sometimes you meet girls who just want to take a break and chill for the night - works for me.
Last week was so pathetic, Chuck posted a "Here We Sit" thread both Friday an Saturday nights. LOL! All weekends can't be that bad so when you go to a club, tell us about it here. That way the rest of us PLs can live vicariously through your eyes and LDs. I'm going to the club tonight. Should have a report tomorrow.
This was the very first post in this section by our good friend fishnet whom us veterans remember fondly. It think it states pretty clearly the purpose of this thread. In my view its difficult to live vicariously (which we all have done and frankly sometimes need to do) through a 3 or 4 sentence post. Veni, vidi, vici worked well for Julius Caesar and was possibly the worlds first TR (I hear those barbarian women in Gaul gave great LD's if you pulled their hair) :P , but most of us enjoy a little less brevity than Caesar employed in his Commentaries but instead more flesh on those story telling bones.
FBR
cristo58
10-01-2006, 11:38 AM
Genwar, right on dude! ;D I liked your TR and your followup comments!
Richard_Head
10-01-2006, 03:07 PM
Is there such a thing as strip club karma (yeah I know, too much "My Name is Earl")? Anyways, I certainly hope so. I made a visit to one of the local clubs last night and was presented with a couple of intereting dilema's, I did the right things, I think, well maybe not, maybe I was a sucker, I don't know. You tell me.
I arrive at the club and notice that there is a line to get in, a line at a strip club is always bad news, I should have turned away right there (is that on anyone's list???) but I didn't. As I get into my place at the end of the line I notice a $20 bill lying on the ground, cool I think, I reach down to pick it up and as I do the guy in front of me notices and says "hey, that's mine", it may have been, it may not have been, I don't know, I didn't see him drop it, I just saw it lying there. I could have been an ass and said "tell me the seriel number then" or something of the like but instead decided to believe him and handed over the $20 to him (I assumed it was his as I doubt that he everyone else in front of me would have just walked past it, still I didn't know that), the prick didn't even have the courtesy to say "thank you".
Anyways back to my night, seeing as though there was a line to get in you better believe that meant that open seats would be limited, sure enough that was the case and I decided to head to the bar for a bit until a spot opened up. I ordered a beer and took in the scene, lots of customers in the club, lots of girls circulating around but oddly enough not many girls actually giving dances (WTF?). I tipped a few girls at the stages and finally found an open table. The club was still pretty busy at this point but it was like pulling teeth to get any of them to stop and dance for me. Luckily a dancer that I knew finally stopped by and I got a couple of dances from her, nothing sensational but beggars can't be choosers can they?
This is the point it got a bit interesting once again, I noticed another dancer that I know (Ms C) wandering by and I flagged her down, she came right over when she saw me and sat on my lap, we decide on dances when I notice her looking towards the entrance with a look of horror on her face, she say's "shit, I've got to go" and she literally runs and hides in the corner, I follow her over there and she says "walk with me" (apparently she needed camouflage), so I did until she gets to the dressing room. Weird. I head to the bathroom at this point then back to my table. As I sit down I notice a stack of bills sitting on the chair (approximately $150), it wasn't mine, all my money was in my wallet. I assumed it was Ms C's as she left in a hurry (again, I didn't know for sure though, I didn't see her drop it, someone else may have dropped it while I was in the men's room). I was about to consider it good karma for my earlier incident with the $20 bill when I see Ms C heading back over, she explained to me that it was a false alarm, that she thought that she had seen somebody she did not want to see, but she was wrong. She didn't mention anything about losing any money and I could have let it slide right there but if it was her money I wouldn't have felt right taking it if that was the case so I mentioned it to her, at first she said she didn't think it was her money, she kept all of her money in her purse and I started putting it in my pocket, then she said "well, I guess it could be mine, I left really quickly", at that point I just gave it to her and told her to keep it (still not knowing for sure if it was her's). She thanked me for my honesty and gave me a couple decent dances (a freebie would have been nice don't ya think?).
I didn't stay much longer after that, I found it interesting that I could have possibly left with more money than I came in with but what the hell I guess I've got some good karma heading my way. Am I a sucker?
evan_essence
10-01-2006, 06:19 PM
I did the right things, I think, well maybe not, maybe I was a sucker, I don't know. You tell me.Eh, you have no game. Put the burden of proof on the other person.
The first $20: "How sure are you? I thought I felt it fall out of my pocket while I was looking for cover money."
The stripper bankroll: "Well, since you're not sure, I'm going to insist on a finder's fee of two free dances to return it to you. And if a burly guy named Guido comes looking for it, I'm pointing him in your direction."
-Ev
Bridgette
10-02-2006, 06:12 AM
If it wasn't yours, no reason not to hand it over to whomever is claiming it. You'll never know the truth and it really doesn't matter to you anyway. I think keeping money you KNOW isn't yours is the equivalent of stealing. Yeah I reckon you've got some good karma coming in some form. If the people who claimed the money was theirs were lying, well then I reckon they've got some bad karma in the works.
In some situations found money can only be found money. If no one is around to claim it and there's no way to figure out to whom it belongs, at that point you may as well keep it because someone else will and whoever lost it will have obviously written it off anyway. I will always try to figure out where it belongs though, if possible.
evan_essence
10-03-2006, 10:26 PM
It's not stealing if evidence convinces me that you're lying to me. I simply don't automatically trust the other person to be telling the truth that it's theirs. I think I'd give the benefit of the doubt in the face of uncertainty, but "not so fast" is what I'm sayin'.
In the dancer's case, she even said it wasn't hers. But oh, wait, on second thought, perhaps it is. Methinks she's being dishonest and a bit late creating a plausible lie. At the very least, she's uncertain, so she can't justify laying claim to it without a concession to the finder of some kind.
In the case of the $20, I might not question that at all, given the other person sounded definitive. But if I did, the idea is to test the person to see if they'll set off a BS alert during further interaction. I'd probably still give it to them anyway because I doubt they'd completely back off their original claim, but I might gain some insight into their credibility.
You guys are way not cynical enough. :P
-Ev
Katrine
10-08-2006, 06:29 PM
Saturday night, Perfect10 and Sugar's. Austin, TX
I have a fuckbuddy, let's call him CostcoBoy, CB, since I met him as Costco. He came right up to me in the middle of the store and said " are you single?" and kept repeating himself until he got an answer. CB has a bit of the asshole going, but he's hung like a blue whale, so I tolerate it.
We planned out a sex night. He wanted me as a schoolgirl with garters. He also has a huge projection screen in his media room for larger than life porn. I packed my fuck-me heels, sextoys, lube, and was on my way.
As I drove by my old stomping grounds, the Perfect10, a little devil popped up in my head. CB has been trying to get me to bring a girl into the mix. Now I'm sure the pinkies are wishing a pox of boils across my ass for thinking of going to the stripclub to pick up a chick. Fortunately, I had a VERY specific honey in mind. Remember my partner in crime, N? The underage nursing student with the bubble butt and great pointy tits? We'd never actually done anything privately, just double dances. I thought she would be perfect for CB. I was also hungry and the club has decent food to fuel our forthecoming fuckfest.
We get to P10, and I see no one that I recall, or find attractive. The DJ is new, Frank and Wilbur are around, Thai the badass waitress is running around kicking ass, but nothing else. Blah, and to add to that, CB landed us a really lame waitress. Lightbulb goes up in my head. Errrr....perhaps I should actually call N to see if she was there.
N is at Sugar's. Saturday night is couples night, so we didn't have to pay cover. No losses to cut. We hightail it over to Sugar's, and there I see some of the better players I remember from P10. Scott, the manager is here now, and he's a doll. The hotness of the girls here far exceeds anyone at P10. What a shame, I used to love that place. I illegally storm into the girls's dressing room and find my lady. N is still looking hot, her 21st birthday is next week. Damn, I've been fooling around with this chick since she was 19.....hehehehe. This girl is Sporty's wet dream.
CB approves. She dances for him, making sure to implement the crotch-in-the-face flip move that we both used to do onto one guy at the same time. When she dances for me, all eyes in the room are on us. Her booty is just so squeezable. She purrs into my crotch. Its her turn onstage. She does the 69 body slide over me, kissing me deeply before I throw her $10.
CB wants xanax. Now, keep in mind CB doesn't drink or do any drugs. He works in the rehab industry. Business is pretty good too, haha. BUT, he makes a personal exception for xanax. N hooks CB up with her boy. We're ready to go, planning in taking N with us to join the fun. But she has to wait until 2 to take a friend home, yadda yadda, SS all the way. Still, she was extermemly tittilating, and I got the benefit I wanted from our visit. CB was rockin and ready.
On the way to the smutshop, he popped an entire Xanbar. That's many, many miligrams...:OWe stop by Pornmart. I want anal, of course, anything with Rocco will do. He grabbed Rocco's Initiations #10 and we were off.
So movies is in, I'm a school girl with black lace stocking and a black garter belt. He fucks me on each and every on of the viewing couches, in various positions. My favorite is getting fucked in the ass with my legs over my head while being ballgagged with a red glowing Bozo nose. Yup folks, leave it to Kat to turn a children's halloween costume accessory into something filthy. I come hard, he comes, we're happy.....}:D
After that I was ready to crash out, and he told me I had to leave. WHAT THE FUCK??? I was pissed to say the least. I had a few drinks and it was 2am. I smacked his arm to try to get his attention and he threatened me with physical violence. He had changed into an entirely different person. I'd spent the night there with him before. With the memorable night I gave him, I didn't deserve this. So I stole the video he just bought and drove off across his lawn, making sure to knock over signs and foliage. Petty revenge, I know, but I was really hurt.>:(
Today he is calling all day apologizing profusely, blaming the xanax, telling me how he wishes that he just lied down and cuddled with me. Too little too late. ::)The only sucky part is, I think the Bozo nose is at his place, haha!
Jeez, Kat.
You sure do make for an interesting story, though. :P
doc-catfish
10-08-2006, 06:50 PM
That settles it. If we ever get an Austin Stripperfest planned, Kat must be in attendance.
:P
smartcookie
10-08-2006, 07:20 PM
This guy is a douchebag and doesn't deserve to be within a ten mile radius of your pussy and/or poopchute.
Casual Observer
10-08-2006, 08:31 PM
Never a dull moment with Kat. Have to respect her for that.
<S> Kat