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Richard_Head
10-08-2006, 08:33 PM
The only sucky part is, I think the Bozo nose is at his place, haha!
Easily replaceable.
http://www.costumecraze.com/CLWN44.html?addonfrom=CLWN40
SC_dude
10-08-2006, 08:48 PM
I don't understand how you were driving over to his place, decided to stop at the club and then miraculously CB is present at the club. Guys, this story is classic SS, albeit nicely done with a mostly credible story.
With that one exception aside, the storytelling actually shows some promise. Maybe you can become the female tucker max and be famous for your debauchery.
yoda57us
10-09-2006, 04:57 AM
I don't understand how you were driving over to his place, decided to stop at the club and then miraculously CB is present at the club. Guys, this story is classic SS, albeit nicely done with a mostly credible story.
With that one exception aside, the storytelling actually shows some promise. Maybe you can become the female tucker max and be famous for your debauchery.
"Miraculously at the club"? You are reading things that Kat didn't write. You don't know Kat, some of us do. You where not in chat with her last night when she was telling us about this guy as she was writing the TR. Furthermore, as a retired dancer, what possible motivation does she have to come on here and fabricate a story like this? Dude, you have no idea what you are talking about here. Sometimes it's OK to turn the cynical switch to the "OFF" position. At least when you are not in a club, which, in case you hadn't noticed, we aren't.
You've been around this board for a few months. Some of us have been around here for years. Kat has over 7000 posts here. It's one thing to disagree with another poster but I suggest you get a little SCJ mileage under your belt before you start calling longtime members liars.
Katrine
10-09-2006, 09:48 AM
I don't understand how you were driving over to his place, decided to stop at the club and then miraculously CB is present at the club. Guys, this story is classic SS, albeit nicely done with a mostly credible story.
Allow me to clarify the record, fuckstick. ;)
I was driving towards his house and passed my old club off the highway. When I arrived at his house, I proposed we go there. He was down. So, we hop into this modern marvel of technological innovation. HIS FUCKING CAR, and drove back down to the club. So what part of this doesn't make sense????
Why would I even lie about this? The trip to the club was commonplace. No extras occurred there. Shit, if I was lying, then I would have made something up about us taking N home? Right? Gheez.....
xoxoGracexoxo
10-09-2006, 01:49 PM
We get to P10, and I see no one that I recall, or find attractive.
b-b-but Kat, I was working Saturday night. I'm a 6'2 redhead with an ass like Venus de Milo. How did you miss me?
:wave: /:O :-\ >:( :'(
evan_essence
10-09-2006, 03:26 PM
b-b-but Kat, I was working Saturday night. I'm a 6'2 redhead with an ass like Venus de Milo. How did you miss me?See there. Further evidence Kat's making things up.:rotfl:
For the record, I hope we're only going to start questioning the believability of reports from former strippers in this thread, not the guys. :rotfl:
j/k
-Ev
GenWar
10-09-2006, 04:17 PM
b-b-but Kat, I was working Saturday night. I'm a 6'2 redhead with an ass like Venus de Milo. How did you miss me?
:wave: /:O :-\ >:( :'(
I have GOT to get to Austin.
-gen
mr_punk
10-09-2006, 06:59 PM
I don't understand how you were driving over to his place, decided to stop at the club and then miraculously CB is present at the club. Guys, this story is classic SS, albeit nicely done with a mostly credible story.who are you? Mannix, Columbo, Baretta and Perry Mason all rolled into one? it's a TR not a police report.
SCdude doubt my reports but never Katrine's.
I read Kats TR's and NATO's and I get wood. Which is a rare occurence since I am older than Methusela with a penis that was laughed at in Genesis Chapter 1. Therefore I know they are true :P
FBR
Katrine
10-09-2006, 08:29 PM
b-b-but Kat, I was working Saturday night. I'm a 6'2 redhead with an ass like Venus de Milo. How did you miss me?
:wave: /:O :-\
Dammit, I peeked back into VIP, but Frank was sitting there bullshitting with some guys, and he's on my bad side right now. I didn't want to even deal with him. I should have just ignored him and kept walking back. I know there is NO way I would have missed you.....6'2", daaaaaamn!
We were only there for 20 minutes max before we "magically transported" to Sugars. :P
D'oh...I need to get together with all you Austin people!
In fact, I just need to get back to Austin. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for next weekend. :P
xdamage
10-10-2006, 10:34 AM
I accepted the story at face value, except I failed to grasp the eroticism of the bozo nose. Ah well, I guess everyone has their fetishes ;D
Katrine
10-10-2006, 10:46 AM
It wasn't a soft nose, it looked more like this:
http://www.desertpride.com/catalog/images/LR501c.jpg
yoda57us
10-10-2006, 01:49 PM
I accepted the story at face value, except I failed to grasp the eroticism of the bozo nose...
Guess you had to be there....}:D
xdamage
10-10-2006, 06:58 PM
Guess you had to be there....
It wasn't a soft nose, it looked more like this:
http://www.desertpride.com/catalog/images/LR501c.jpg
I'm confused... but I get the feeling I'm better off remaining ignorant ;D
Howie
10-10-2006, 07:12 PM
I think the lady is a George Bush supporter, cause she’s torturing us with tales of her wild sexual exploits, ……………..the kind that most of us will never have the chance to experience. Thank god she’s generous enough to share them with us.
Katrine
10-10-2006, 08:55 PM
I think the lady is a George Bush supporter, cause she’s torturing us with tales of her wild sexual exploits, ……………..the kind that most of us will never have the chance to experience. Thank god she’s generous enough to share them with us.
Bite your tongue Howie!!! Since when did W. have wild sexual exploits? Wrong President there skippy.....:D
dlabtot
10-10-2006, 08:58 PM
^^^ he's refering to the 'torture' of hearing what he won't experience
yoda57us
10-11-2006, 04:58 AM
If ONLY Bush would screw around a little, maybe do a double with a couple of South American hookers, we'd probably be a lot better off....
evan_essence
10-11-2006, 08:54 PM
who are you? Mannix, Columbo, Baretta and Perry Mason all rolled into one? it's a TR not a police report.What? No Rockford?
Good thing I'm up on my nostalgia TV. And can use Google when I'm not. :smirk:
-Ev
Howie
10-24-2006, 11:54 PM
Visited my club a few days ago. Day shift girls all seemed to be pretty busy so I accepted the first offer for a LD that came along. She was a cute little blonde with a nice ass, but little titties. We headed back to the lap area and she started dancing the next song. The grinding was acceptable, but what wasn’t was her continual chewing and popping gum. By the time the song was over, I was in such a bad mood that I wasn’t going to stick around for a second. She asked if I wanted to continue, but I declined and left.
On the way home, I passed another club I’d never been to just to check it out. Walked in and there was absolutely no one in the club. Sat by the stage expecting someone to come out. No waitress, so I went up to the bar to see if anyone was selling drinks. The bartender came out from the back room I got my beverage. Asked if there were any dancers working. “Sure, there she is now.” Went back to the stage and a young girl, maybe 20yo was swinging around the pole. Since I was the only custy there, she stopped and we talked for a little bit.
She asked if I wanted a private dance, which I accepted. While over at the couches I asked if there was someone else to take care of any other patrons, should someone else come in. “Nope, I’m the only one. But judging by the amount of business we’ve had, that won’t be a problem.”
She started her dances, which were actually pretty good. My only complaint would be that she smelled like she’d just finished off some garlic fries. I had some mints in my pocket which I offered to her, and she gladly accepted. After that, her breath smelled minty with a slight garlic tint.
While she was dancing, I was massaging her tits, and she suddenly leaned forward out of reach. I thought I’d done something wrong, so I asked. She said I was fine and that she really liked my soft touch. She then started the stick shifting and I figured I see what her limits were. While she was facing me I pulled her panties to the side to see what she was working with. She put her hand over mine, leaned back to see where the bartender was and then said “Okay”. Well being the amateur gynecologist, I proceeded to give her a thorough exam. If she didn’t like what I was doing, she was faking it pretty good. After quite a few dances some other patrons came in. Didn’t think we could continue with the same level of intimacy, so I told her it was time for me to leave.
She said thanks and gave me her number if I wanted to call.
lunchbox
11-08-2006, 01:54 PM
It must be nice to go somewhere that the whole jacket and phone thing, or even a stage tip functions as inteded. It's like a 5% chance of getting a glance after a girl takes a stage tip. (EDIT: here)
Enjoyed the TR Jay :)
Damn...Leggy moving on. :( It's not always fun to close one chapter and start another :-\ But as usual you have a Plan B. Might be fun down the road to look her up at her new job. In the meantime, since Leggy knows your taste in gals, her recommendation of Kitty might warrant investigating.
FBR
Smokeless
11-15-2006, 11:29 AM
This TR is long overdue. I had the opportunity to spend way too much of my hard earned dollars on many charming, beautiful, women September and October. A long leash and a trip to Kansas allowed visits to several of my favorite clubs. But in the end, the best experiences were at my home club with a few of my favorites.
Home Alone
End of September, I call my favorite at my home club to make sure she might be working during a bachelor weekend. Damn, she's going to be in Kansas. I'm not going to get to Kansas until the following week. Plan B: Head to the club anyways and see who's new. Usually I visit days, so late Thursday and Friday are new experiences. A new music video system. And many young, fresh faces. Two attract me, one more athletic, the other more intimate. Dances with the athletic type were strange. Like she was dancing on me, not for or with me -- bouncing against me as if I were Flubber or she was a basketfall! Well, I should have known. She was dressed as a cheerleader! On the other hand, Ms. T. was really slow and intimate. Contact is limited at the club, and one finds ways to touch legally. No, Bridgette and Penny, I don't slobber all over their neck! (See "Neck Kissers") (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=77091) But I try to find ways to gently return intimacy when it is offered. At the conclusion of our dances, Ms. T. sat there, gave me a big hug and kiss and thanked me for a wonderful dance. Hey, who am I to complain? I love to make a gal feel wanted and happy. Unfortunately, subsequent visits didn't match her schedule.
Where's Toto?
Next weekend off to Kansas. Three nights in Salina. You've heard of the club. It's a high mileage grind factory. And customers are allowed to touch (within limits). And I took full advantage of it. There are some lovely ladies there, and we had many terrific dances. Strangely, though, I found that the grinding was distant and impersonal after a while. There was nothing mysterious or particularly intimate in the encounters. And I don't do stuff OTC. So I headed home happy, sore, but not quite satisfied.
Back Home
Another weekend with a long leash, and a trip to my home club. My long time friend again wasn't working, and Ms. T. couldn't be found. Several dances with Ms. J, but for some reason, the management kept an eagle eye on us everytime we danced. I never quite figured out why. She's very circumspect and careful. But she's one of the most beautiful women there, and perhaps they expect hanky panky. Once in the VIP, the manager sat there practically in front of us the whole time, watching every move. After a few jokes at his expense, we finally just broke down laughing out loud. He finally backed off, I think a bit embarrassed, but I'd rather dance than laugh if I'm paying good money for it! I paid anyways -- not Ms. J's fault. And we spent some time back on the topless side chatting.
Then I met Ms. E. Very sensual. Very intimate. We had a few dances and had just the best time, mostly touching face-and-head-to-head (no not that one! -- you guys with your minds always in the gutter), oh-so-close, oh so gently. This was the perfect fantasy dance.
The next evening, I ran down to some clubs in Denver. I had a fairly good time, but several of the clubs there are exempt from Colorado's no-smoking law as "cigar bars." The smoke level was toxic. I finally headed back to my home club to close the evening.
A Surprise Evening with a Long Leash
My bachelor weekends were gone, and back to the routine. But unexpectedly, I had another evening with a long leash. At least for a couple hours. Back to the home club. And finally my favorite was there. We caught up chatting. I sat back and enjoyed her finesse on the stage and pole. And off to the VIP for some R&R. When we got back, I notice Ms. E. So I offered up some extra dollars for Ms. E and my friend to play at the stage. A good time was had by all.
But before I could leave, I just had to have some dances with Ms. E while my friend was tipping out. We stayed on the topless side, where technically there are only "table" or "pole" dances. I bit less expensive, but much less contact. However, I would not be disappointed. Ms. E excused herself for a moment to remove her earings to a safe place. Huh? Then the dances commenced. It was an air dance. Except she kept her head close to mine or touching mine the whole time, just like before. Sometimes just caressing my face, head or neck, sometimes looking into my eyes as our forehead touched. But then pushing harder. I pushed back. At times it was like head-wrestling! But it was great fun. 1, 2, 3 dances. Finally, she needed to tip out to. End of the day shift. She gives me a big hug and runs off.
I was waiting for my friend, chatting with one of her girlfriends. Ms. E walks up, takes my hands, looks deep into my eyes. Edges up to me. Gives me a smack on the cheek, and whispers, "A new definition for giving 'head' at the club!"
doc-catfish
11-16-2006, 05:59 PM
Took a little road trip this past weekend out of state. Here's the timeline of the last night of my trip:
9:45 PM - Arrive at club hoping to see hot blonde whom I had a great time with on the last night of my vacation last August.
10:00 PM - Confirm that she is indeed here, but is with another customer at the moment. I wait patiently for her to finish thinking I have until 2 AM.
10:30 PM - Dancer is still with that customer...err FUCKO. See another hot blonde on stage and tip her. Try to ask her for a private but the two Asian gentleman at the rail are distracting her attention from me.
10:45 PM - Finally agree to a dance with a redhead hoping it will improve my mood. Nice attitude, but it seems this gal only knows how to throw one pitch. One and done. Have a nice evening.
11:00 PM - See my desired blonde head to the dressing room, figuring that she's going to change for her stage set. See other hot blonde occupied by a fucko. Figure she's a good second alternative if she ever gets free.
11:05 to 11:25 PM - Turn down at least three offers from dances from other gals to preserve as much as my tiproll as possible for my lady of choice.
11:30 PM - My gal finally emerges from the dressing room...in her street clothes. AGGH!! Don't tell me she's leaving!
11:35 PM - She leaves out the front. :'(
11:40 PM - Walk over to doorman to get change. Ask doorman if "A" is still here, just to see if I saw what I thought I saw. My fears are indeed confirmed. Not what a guy wants to hear when he's 400 miles from home.
11:45 PM - Pick up my cooler and storm out of the club in a snit.
11:50 PM - Get back to my hotel room. Call the club and ask them to pass a little message on to "A" when she arrives for her next shift stating that she missed out on a whole lot of money.
>:(
11:55 PM - Look at entry wristband on my arm and consider cutting it off and going to bed. I remember the doorman telling me that it was good for the whole night and after cooling my temper a bit decide that I'm in town for the night and it would be best to make as good I can out of a bad situation.
12:05 AM - Arrive back at club. Notice that many of the regulars...err FUCKOES have called it an evening and left. The other hot blonde comes over to my table seeing as the number of prospects have dwindled considerably. I explain my situation, and she promises to make up for my troubles.
12:10 to 1:20 AM - I end up doing 18 private dances with her, spending every dime I intended to spend on the other gal.
;D
1:25 AM - Pay her what I owe her, give her a big hug, and tell me I'll probably be back next Spring. Head back to my hotel in a completely different mood than I had arrived earlier.
_______________
I'm sure there are any number of colloquialisms you could insert here to sum up this trip, but I'll just leave those to your imagination.
Where's Toto?
Next weekend off to Kansas. Three nights in Salina. You've heard of the club. It's a high mileage grind factory. And customers are allowed to touch (within limits). And I took full advantage of it. There are some lovely ladies there, and we had many terrific dances. Strangely, though, I found that the grinding was distant and impersonal after a while. There was nothing mysterious or particularly intimate in the encounters. And I don't do stuff OTC. So I headed home happy, sore, but not quite satisfied.
Thanks for a nice TR Smokeless. Your comment above caught my eye because I have had this experience several times in the past. The place where I've felt this way the most was Mons Venus in Tampa. Your first time there you think you've died and gone to SC heaven, tons of gorgeous ladies providing full contact nude lapdances. The downside is that the club is small, always packed, and has no VIP space. It's a bit surreal when you are sitting on this little bench side by side with maybe ten other guys, facing a mirrored wall about 3 feet away, and every guy has a dancer grinding away on his lap while his hands are caressing and squeezing her breasts. Although the contact (and the view) is very nice, it is extremely distant and impersonal, and I guess desensitizing after awhile. BUT, this doesn't diminish the rush of anticipation when you first walk in the door....8)
lunchbox
11-17-2006, 07:57 AM
It's a bit surreal when you are sitting on this little bench side by side with maybe ten other guys, facing a mirrored wall about 3 feet away, and every guy has a dancer grinding away on his lap while his hands are caressing and squeezing her breasts.
I like the group thing, so thats kind of hot to me.
evan_essence
11-17-2006, 06:13 PM
11:45 PM - Pick up my cooler and storm out of the club in a snit. .... 12:05 AM - Arrive back at club.:rotfl: Oh, Doc, that's priceless. Absolutely. Friggin. Priceless.
11:50 PM - Get back to my hotel room. Call the club and ask them to pass a little message on to "A" when she arrives for her next shift stating that she missed out on a whole lot of money.
>:(I would pay good money to hear audio from that phone call. I'm sure the message will get passed along. :rotfl:
Really, really. I'm not laughing at you; I'm giggling at how we've all been that frustrated at something that wasn't worth putting up a fuss about but we did anyway. Really, f**k her. I'm glad you came to your senses and had some fun.
-Ev
xdamage
11-17-2006, 07:03 PM
Reminder to the doc...
its just pussy
feels the same in the dark
no matter how cute her face is, never ever (not ever) confuse happiness with a cute face
doc-catfish
11-18-2006, 07:36 PM
I would pay good money to hear audio from that phone call. I'm sure the message will get passed along. :rotfl:
Really, really. I'm not laughing at you; I'm giggling at how we've all been that frustrated at something that wasn't worth putting up a fuss about but we did anyway.
I really wasn't that mad at her, I mean its not as if she knew I was coming in. But it just seemed to sum up how the entire trip was going up to that point.
The whole week off was supposed to be a stress break of sorts. I had another gal at another club whom I was also planning to see, and I even had her phone number. I called a couple of weeks ahead of time to see if she would be in and wouldn't you know it: "The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected".
I mean that should have been an omen right there.
On top of that I wasn't really able to enjoy any my non-SC activities due to unpleasant weather and early onset darkness. I also had another Hooters snafu. You think I'd have learned my lesson by now that three tall glasses of the Dew and something with "Buffalo" in the title do NOT mix.
I kind of regret leaving that message in hindsight, esspecially consdering that spending that money on another gal spoke much more profoundly that I came to play ball, but gawwwwwwd, after all that had gone down, I just HAD to let my vitriol out somewhere.
:banghead:
mr_punk
11-19-2006, 09:14 AM
I'm sure there are any number of colloquialisms you could insert here to sum up this trip, but I'll just leave those to your imagination.to paraphrase an old saying. money (or splooge) in a sc is like manure. you gotta spread it around (among the dancers) or it smells.
Richard_Head
11-20-2006, 12:32 AM
PART I
So I made another visit to Vegas recently, of course that meant a strip club visit or two or.....
First night in town, we head over to the Spearmint Rhino, I love this place, I've never been to a club with as many drop dead gorgeous women as this place has, their idea of variety is beautiful toned blonde, beautiful toned brunette, beautiful toned asian, beautiful toned latina, beautiful toned black girl, if you like the fatties this place is not for you. They are busy
just about every night of the week too so they are obviously doing something right, you've got to love a club with high standards.
Anyways, we got there about 8:30pm and found a table, it didn't take long for the ladies to approach, I wanted to chill for a bit though and was waiting for Ms M to show up (I had made arrangements to meet up with her around 9:00pm) so I fought off their advances. After about 45 minutes of waiting for Ms M I finally break and get several dances from Ms R, a beautiul Thai girl who was new to Vegas, she gave several very interactive dances and hung out for awhile, when I asked her if she also danced in Thailand she said "No, I was a waitress at a seafood restaurant". LOL, okay, I played along, I have no doubt she earned enough money as a waitress in Thailand to pay for those implants and I'm sure she was just a quick study on the art of lap dancing. I told her I was waiting for another dancer and that I'd look for her if she was a no-show and she went on her way.
Finally I head over to the DJ booth and ask the DJ if Ms M had arrived, he confirmed and I had her paged, she was over in no time, she was looking as good as ever:eye-poppi, she's got long dark hair, tanned skin (she's half spanish, half asian), she was wearing short tight light blue dress which perfectly showed off every contour of her incredible body. We stopped by the table for a bit and caught up on things, my friend had a face full of boobs so we took it as our chance to head over to the VIP room for some fun. The dances with Ms M were excellent once again, very interactive, this girl is very good at what she does. When the dances were over we headed back out to the main room, my friend still had a face full of boobs:boobies:, LOL I doubt that he knew (or cared) that we had been gone. We chatted for a bit and she made her exit.
At this point I see another dancer that I've met on several previous visits, I'll call her Ms N, when she see's me she gives a big smile and heads on over, she brings another girl along with her, I'll call her Ms A, she was also very attractive. Ms N had just had her BA redone and very much wanted me to give them a test drive. Who was I to argue? She whispered something to Ms A and we head over to the 3 for $100 room, she strips down to her thong (she's also got an unbelievable ass!!!), then very proudly removes her top to show me the new headlights, I was impressed, they looked (and felt) much more natural. After the second song (of the 3 for $100) Ms A shows up out of nowhere, Ms M tells me that Ms A is new and asks if I would mind if she could dance the third song for me (I assume that this is what they had whispered about), I was in an agreeable mood so I say sure, so Ms A strips down (she's also unbelieveably attractive) and she proceeds to grind away, Ms N didn't leave though she stuck around and proceeded to rub and caress away at the both of us throughout the entire song, I was enjoying it immensely (although in the back of my mind I'm also wondering if I now needed to pay them both). When the song ended I offered up the $100 for the dances and added enough to cover a generous tip + enough to keep Ms A happy and much to my surprise was told the $100 was more than enough to cover the both of them.
The club was getting a bit crowded at this point and my friend was getting a bit claustrophobic so we head out with plans to head back to the casino and back to the tables.
Richard_Head
11-20-2006, 12:40 AM
PART II
As we head back to the hotel my friend looks at me and says "why the fuck are we going back to the casino, we've been losing our asses at the tables all day?" I just laughed and asked if he had another suggestion, he smiled and mentioned another club, LOL I've turned him into a junkie. He doesn't like going to the clubs in AZ, says he's too paranoid that he'll run into somebody that he knows (or more specifically someone that his SO knows) but he seems to love the Vegas clubs. So off we go to club #2, we arrive about midnight, it was not nearly as busy as the Spearmint Rhino, we are immediately (we hadn't even moved 10 feet) hit upon by a couple of dancers, an attractive brunette who I've met before and a so-so blonde girl, they had some good game (the brunette, who I'll call Ms B) was grabbing at my crotch the whole way to our seats. I told them to come back after we had gotten some drinks, they hesitantly agreed and left. We grabbed seats at the stage hoping to settle in a bit first before facing the onslaught of SS that we were about to face.
After a couple of so-so girls on stage we move back to a table and sure enough Ms B and her blonde friend were over in no time, luckily Ms B sat by me with the blonde sitting by my friend (neither of us were too interested in the blonde). I told Ms B that I recognized her from a previous visit but she didn't seem to recall me (where's the SS??). From my past experience with this girl I knew that her dances were VERY high mileage, after chatting a bit we decide to move to one of the back booths for some dances. She's Eastern European (Poland???), fairly tall (maybe 5'8" ), curves in all the right places, gorgeous face. As she started dancing I recalled just how HIGH mileage her dances were, lots of grinding, lots of stick shifting, lots of groping & probing (all at her urging). After a couple of songs she stops and puts on the hard press for the VIP room, she tells me how much more private it is and how we can have a much better time back there and how it's only $300 and she'll even get the drinks comped. I decide to play hard to get and she comes right out and says she'll get out the lotion and jerk me off, then tells me that DATY is also on the menu. I continue to play hard to get and her response is "don't you want to cum on my boobies?" and then finally she says "okay how $100 for me and $100 for my friend (the blonde) to stand guard?"
FTB}:D
So I head back to the table, smile at my friend, tell him not to pass on Ms B if the opportunity presented itself and ordered another beer. I turned down a few more girls when another dancer that I know stops by, I'll call her Ms E (how do I know so many Vegas dancers???). Ms E is a Black girl, we had exchanged emails for awhile but kind of lost touch for one reason or another, she's tall and lean with a very outgoing personality. She was working the room with a friend (a very attractive latino girl I'll call Ms S). They took turns dancing for me and my friend, trading off each song. Ms S was really getting into it, so much so actually that another dancer called her a "fucking slut" as she passed by, LOL we almost had a catfight on our hands.
Finally we decided that we had spent enough money and headed back to the casino. It's so much more fun throwing my money away on dancers than on blackjack. I love Vegas!!
lunchbox
11-20-2006, 04:36 PM
It's Saturday, and I get to T's at around 11:30ish, I spend the next half hour looking for talent and getting drunk. The right girl will occupy me the rest of the night, and there won't be any booze for two hours prior to my departure. I'm starting to get pissed off, because the club is filled with lame ass couples just hanging out and milling around, exactly what they would be doing if they had just gone to a normal club. This isn't fucking LA, they are not rockstars or pornstars, this behaviour should not be encouraged. I'm still in good enough shape to make it all 6 traffic lights to Penthouse, before the alcohol gets me...
I go to the back, to give it one final look over make sure there is nothing available and worth waiting for, nada. I start walking to the front slowly scanning the bar, right in front of the shine stand, BOOYAKASHA!!!
There she is, with longer brunette hair, a slight tan, a black version of the outfit I last saw her in, same glasses, similar eyeshadow, and the same rhinestone collar. My internal soundtrack switches to Take on Me, and like a gift from god, I give you Miss(?) A, revisited. (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showpost.php?p=812009&postcount=2935)
Looking good, unfortunately she's leading some old chubster around by his hand. They are trying to find a booth. I keep drinking at the middle bar, I leer :P at her as they walk by, more than once, that ass is smokin, I can't help it. After all that, it takes all of two dances before they are done. She can be pretty hardcore, and he did not look up to the challenge. While they were walking around, one of the short and stout guys who hangs out with the photographer by the bathroom told her to come by, can't have that, so I hang out next to Zeus, making an effective block on that entrance, but she can still go in through the entrance by the front bar.
She makes her way from the booths, and stops to talk to three dancers milling around by the stage. I move in. Lightly tap her arm, and ask if she was all finished with that guy. She hesitates, looks at the other dancers, looks back at me, and steps away from them to talk to me.
This is for all the people reading who think I pay to much attention to language, I'm half drunk, and this is word for word:
Me: We've met before.
Her: Really? <comes in close, grabs my hands, and puts them on her ass> Refresh my memory.
Me: All in good time, how about a drink.
Her: Sure, which bar.
Me: I don't care. <She gets beside me, puts my hand on her crack (she's wearing a Y-back), and leads me to the back bar>
Her: Grey goose lemondrop w/ sugar
Me: Grand Marnier on the rocks. <get drinks, take 3 steps away from the bar>
Her: So, I've danced for you before? <begin mutual molestation, while drinking>
Me: Yeah.
Her: How long ago?
Me: A couple of months ago, you were still a red head, and your skin was a lot paler. Are you still dancing as A?
Her: Yes, where did we sit, and what did we do?
Me: A lot, we spent a good 3 hours together.
Her: How would I remember you.
Me: Oh, geez (we're standing in the middle of a lot of people, and I don't mean dancers and pervs), we both had porn on our phones.
Her: <didn't even flinch, I guess everyone has a gig of porn stashed on their phone these days...> Ok, where did we sit?
Me: We waited for a booth in the back, gave up and moved to the front, did some dances up there till the buffet...
Her: The barfet <we chuckle>
Me: Then we moved to the back for the rest of the night.
Her: I think I remember that. You're the one with the bad wife?
Me: I don't think bad is the appropriate modifier.
Her: Whatever, you know what I mean, what else can you tell me?
Me: We got pretty physical, there was lots of dirty talk and assplay on both of us. <her face lights up>
Her: <yelling> OH MY GOD!!!
Me: <puzzled look>
Her: I DO REMEMBER YOU!!!!
Me: Cool.
Her: <still yelling> No, no, no. I do remember you, you're Mr. Fat Cock. <grabs my cock>
Me: <I fight the sheepish grin, and the urge to see what civilian couples just turned their heads. I focus on maintaining eye contact, facial expression, and breathing (to avoid turning red)> I always thought of it as kind of slender for the length, but whatever.
Her: You had all the rules (*not to be confused with Gen, my rules govern LD behavior, to avoid what I define as cheating)....
That conversation pretty much winds down. It's on to the hunt for a good booth, and what follows, well, it was a lot rougher than the first TR from her. Aside from the freakiness, I figured out what I really like about her. I know when someone is lying to me. I asked her twice if she was working tomorrow, she said of course both times, and I knew she was lying both times. When we are going at it, 95% of the time, I can't tell where she ends and the stripper begins, and I let myself believe maybe she is that kinky... It would be extremely difficult for someone who isn't into it, to pull off what she does.*
*EDIT: I just wanted to add I'm not implying anything between her and I, pretending she likes me/I'm her type, I'm talking purely in terms of activities discussed and/or acted out.
mr_punk
11-22-2006, 07:33 AM
It's on to the hunt for a good booth, and what follows, well, it was a lot rougher than the first TR from her.rougher? hmmm...}:D
I just wanted to add I'm not implying anything between her and I, pretending she likes me/I'm her type, I'm talking purely in terms of activities discussed and/or acted out.understood. still, you're a better man than i, LB. obviously, she acts very nasty. i know i couldn't resist finding out exactly how nasty she actually can be.
lunchbox
11-22-2006, 11:55 AM
rougher? hmmm...}:D
Things escalated from where they ended last time. I didn't notice till the other day, I think she ruined my shirt, we'll see if the claw marks come out in the wash (the thread weave was kind of messed up). There were no scratches, bruises, or bite marks left over when I woke up the next day.
understood. still, you're a better man than i, LB. obviously, she acts very nasty. i know i couldn't resist finding out exactly how nasty she actually can be.
I don't know how that makes someone a better man. I actually saw her get reviewed on ASPD, agreeing to a more average range of activities, but then disappearing for the rest of the evening.
Howie
12-05-2006, 10:07 PM
Okay, it’s been a while since I’ve had anything worth contributing, but last Friday’s visit was interesting, at least for me.
A dancer that seems to have taken an interest in me called last Thursday to wish me a happy Thanksgiving. I hadn’t seen nor spoke to her for probably a month. Said she’d been sick and hadn’t been working and was sorry she hadn’t been able to see me at the club. Said she’d be working that Thursday, Friday and Saturday and would really like me to come see her. Said I’d think about tonight, but had to see what the weather might bring. Well we ended up with a blizzard, so that ruled out any travel that night.
Friday night, instead of leaving town like I usually do, I planned on staying at home because of the poor travel conditions. Well she called about 7pm to tell me that 20 girls were working and they had hardly any customers to speak of. She also said she’d been drinking since she came to work and was pretty drunk. She begged me to come to the club and being the PL that I am, I gave in and made the 45 minute drive to see her.
When I arrived, the club had more customers than I’d seen in a long time. I took a seat in the corner wanting to scope out the place before “A” found me. It wasn’t long before she saw me and ended up on my lap. I remarked as to how busy the club was and she responded that the majority of patrons just came in. Part of some big party. Even had the waitress come over to verify her story, as if I really cared.
She remarked that she was so glad to see me and how much she missed me. Said she’d been giving a lot of thought to going to Vegas with me this month (When did I invite her?). Told her that wasn’t possible, since I was going with my business partner and didn’t think it would be appropriated to bring a date. Talked of the problems she was having with her daughter (who works at the same club). How she’d loaned her money and the daughter wasn’t making any effort to pay her back, even though she was spending a lot on new outfits. While we were talking, I kept watching the stage and noticed that very few of any of the customers were tipping. I figured that since I was there, I could afford to at least give $2 to each dancer during their routines. Told “A” to excuse me while I went to tip the dancer on stage. When I came back, “A” was giving me the evil eye. Asked her what was wrong and she said the reason you tip the stage was to get the girls attention to purchase some lap dances from her. Told her I felt bad that no one was tipping and that I just wanted to show my appreciation for their effort. She calmed down and was fine until I tipped the next girl on stage. When I sat back down, she said “Let’s go back to VIP before you give all my money away.”
Back in VIP we got comfortable and I received multiple sensual close contact dances. She kept talking about getting together with me OTC. First it was lunch, than maybe a weekend together. Said she could leave her kids with their father, but she’d be giving up over $1,000 if she didn’t work. Thought she might be hinting as to my cost for her company. Told her not to miss work on my account and that her regulars might find someone else if she wasn’t there. After some more dances, she had to go on stage for her set. Told me to stay where I was and not give up our seats. So for the next 10 minutes I set there twiddling my thumbs, feeling like a pervert back in VIP all by myself while nearly naked women were all around giving dances.
When she came back, she had me move to a different location which offered more seclusion. She kept trying to rearrange my boner for maximum grind age and finally gave up and just reached down the front of my slacks to get it in a straight up and down position. For the next couple of songs she rode me as hard as I’ve ever been rode. She kept asking if I was close. It’s been a long time since I’ve popped from a lap dance, but I was getting close. Finally told her I thought I reached the end of my budget. Pulled out my roll and pulled enough ones to pay my toll back to the city and gave her the rest. She was very pleased and asked how much longer I was going to stay. Said since I’d given all my money to her I’d better hit the road. She said don’t leave and proceeded to lead me out to the main area, which was darker than the VIP area and she sat me down, seated herself on my lap. We talked some more and I told her she needed to go hustle some other custies and not to waste anymore time on me. She said she didn’t want to dance for anyone else and suggested we just sit there until closing. Well closing was about 3 hours away and I didn’t feel as though I wanted to stay that much longer.
She said if I would wait until closing than we could go get a motel room and she’d fuck my brains out. I was actually speechless for a moment. I told her I’d given all my money to her and didn’t have the funds to get a room. Of course I had another $500 in my wallet, which I left in the car, but I didn’t tell her that. She whipped out a $100 bill and said she’d pay and offered to give me her car keys to convince me she wouldn’t leave without seeing me after work. I’m still stuttering and trying to process this proposal in my mind.
“We could have three hours of fun before I’d have to leave to get my kids.” I told her I knew what we could do for the first 10 minutes, but what would we do for the remaining 2 hours and 50 minutes. She laughed and said she’d make sure that I was entertained the whole time. My stomach is in knots and I’m still trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I told her that I wasn’t going to wait around until she got off, but I’d come back on Saturday closer to closing and we’d hook up then. She didn’t seem to like that, but didn’t argue. I got a long hug and walked out. Before walking out the door, I looked back and she was just standing there watching me. I felt like a fucking idiot.
On the way home, I called a fellow strip club hobbyist, and related the events to him. He called me a fucking fag and to turn around and go back and fuck her or the next time he saw me he’d kick my ass. Told him that was bold talk for a cripple (he’s a paraplegic). After a round of name calling, he said he go with me the next time and he’d fuck her himself.
A little info on her. She’s probably the oldest dancer working at the club, but in my opinion has one of the best bodies of any of the girls working there. Really into physical fitness. The only telling feature of her age is her face, which probably has had a little too much sun. Me, I’m about 6 years older than her.
The next day she called twice and texted me three times. Didn’t return her calls or messages. Hope I didn’t hurt her feelings.
Let the flaming begin.
Smokeless
12-06-2006, 12:10 AM
^^^^ I won't flame you or question your judgment. There seem to be a number of hidden agendas. Nonetheless, what was it that made you hesitate and leave? Those hidden motives, or something else?
[Now that I've been perfectly respectful.... W.T.F.??? :confused: ]
Howie
12-06-2006, 10:08 AM
I've been married for 22 years and I've never had sex with anyone else but my wife. Also I think dancer "A" is a little psycho and I'm afraid of what the repercussions might be if I didn't want to continue seeing her OTC.
lunchbox
12-06-2006, 12:50 PM
Hobbyist only applies if you are paying for sex, and in the case of married men, extramarital sex. Thus, you cannot have a 'fellow' hobbyist.
Anyways I liked the TR, the drama just makes it better.
"Like Cuervo says, when the hit pulls you down to one inch from death, that is living, man." - Map to the Stars Eddie (Steve Buscemi, Escape from LA)
I think the analogy is obvious. That's what I go for.
xdamage
12-06-2006, 05:36 PM
The followup story would have been golden had you gone through with it, but noone can blaim you for having morales and knowing when enough is enough. There is always a hidden agenda (cough, money) but hey, still sounds like a good time.
evan_essence
12-08-2006, 06:57 PM
Also I think dancer "A" is a little psycho and I'm afraid of what the repercussions might be if I didn't want to continue seeing her OTC.Gee, which of these was your largest clue?
Talked of the problems she was having with her daughter (who works at the same club).
Said she could leave her kids with their father ....
She calmed down and was fine until I tipped the next girl on stage.
She kept talking about getting together with me OTC. First it was lunch, than maybe a weekend together.
She said she didn’t want to dance for anyone else and suggested we just sit there until closing. Well closing was about 3 hours away ....
She whipped out a $100 bill and said she’d pay and offered to give me her car keys to convince me she wouldn’t leave without seeing me after work.
The next day she called twice and texted me three times.Honey, with baggage and odd behavior like that, she isn't looking for a little bit of your money. She's looking to fully attach herself like a parasite and drain more than your wallet. That would be the most expensive f**k you could ever have. Run, I repeat, run for the nearest exit.
-Ev
Richard_Head
12-08-2006, 08:06 PM
Let the flaming begin.I can't really flame a married guy for turning down sex with a dancer. Now if you were single that might be a different story.
mr_punk
12-08-2006, 08:58 PM
I've been married for 22 years and I've never had sex with anyone else but my wife. Also I think dancer "A" is a little psycho and I'm afraid of what the repercussions might be if I didn't want to continue seeing her OTC.so, if she wasn't such an uber flake. you would have nailed her?
Gee, which of these was your largest clue?you forgot one. it was when she said, "Let’s go back to VIP before you give all my money away, biatch". well, she didn't say "biatch", but as well have said it.
Katrine
12-09-2006, 02:20 PM
Friday December 8. Yellow Rose, Austin. About 1:30 in the afternooooon.
Yup, KittyKat was a bad girl and played hookey from work yesterday. }:D
The breakdown: there's a famous local restaurant here downtown. The owners and I are good friends. They allow me to prospect their customers. Its a pretty sweet deal for me. Hehe, I've gone from the "wanna dance" hustle to the "wanna financial advisor" hustle. There's a group of bar regulars. They are drinking every time I see them. Today was no exception. Somehow I got a few of them to agree to spend some time at the titty flop.
**I'm changing some names to protect the guilty.
The players: Clive, who hates his job and was more than eager to take off. Leonardo, who is the former roomate of my former coke dealer. He's an alcoholic waiter. AnnaNichole, a kept wife of an older man. AnneNicole is a bit too old and unattractive to be considered a trophy, but it doesn't stop her from drinking champagne every day at noon and hitting on the young boys we were with.
We set a time limit: 2 hours. Anything more than that was to be combated with group-strength. The Rose has very decent day talent. As soon as we sat down, Fluffy went on stage. Fluffy is a long and lean 21-year old brunette. Nose and navel pierced. Fluffy has the ideal breasts that drive me crazy: perfectly round B's with small areaola and erasor like nips. Her stage dancing was seductive, snakey, and boy was she flexible. Plus she does that "angel" pole trick where she slides down the pole upside down with one leg over her head. Its one of those gravity defying moves I never tried to master, but respect enormously.
Fluffy came over immediately after her set, at my bequest. She worked the table. Standard lapdances. Her monkey looked very nice atop her long slender legs in her v-thong as she bent over. I wanted to bite, but resisted. A couple of guys I know from wherever came in. This loser and this cute musician. Its impossible for me to go anywhere in this town without running into people. I called my girl half-Asian muff-diving friend AsiaCarrerra and told her "blah blah blah are here" come down. She showed up. We now officially had a party.
Then I ran into Renee, a girl I used to dance with up north. She's a very cute girl, not gorgeous, but very sweet. She also has finally progressed out of her schoolgirl outfit she used to wear everyday. She has A-cup babies with my favorite nips atop. Her areolas have a bit of pleasant puff to them, not too much. She gave me a very slow and sensual dance. I was getting fucking horny. Afterwards she asked my girl AsiaCarrerra and I if she did a good job. Absolutely!..we screamed. Then Renee states, "good, because I'm not into girls at all, I'm so proud of myself!" Hmmm, not very good SS, but I wasn't planning on buying anymore from her anyway.
There were a couple of blondes I was eyeing when Clive informed me our 2 hour maximum had been reached. Everyone else had dispersed and AsiaCarrerra had to go Xmas shopping. Clive wanted to go drinking somewhere else, but I was D-O-N-E! So I made out with Clive a little in the Rose parking lot and headed the long 2 blocks to my pad. All in all, a very fun afternoon.
A couple hours later, I woke up really horny from the days event. My coworkers started calling me from...the Yellow Rose! They wanted me to come down but I said no way. I'm not quite ready to be that much of a PL! Instead, I went over to Clive's and had sex with him 4 times, with a mind-boggling anal orgasmic finale.;D
I_luv_dancers!
12-10-2006, 06:53 PM
Katrine-I LOVE your posts!! All of them, and I love a woman with a brain.....(see my sig)
Uh, I snuck over to the pink side and read the gory details about the last paragraph above-let's just say there's another blueballer PL in lust with you.
Thanks for the TR.
Katrine
12-10-2006, 09:50 PM
Uh, I snuck over to the pink side and read the gory details about the last paragraph above-let's just say there's another blueballer PL in lust with you.
Naughty boy, you're not supposed to do that. Now, take your licks! }:D
I_luv_dancers!
12-11-2006, 05:42 AM
Naughty boy, you're not supposed to do that. Now, take your licks! }:D
Oooooohh! I thought boys just weren't supposed to POST there...:-[
Am I going to get a spanking? ;D
CarGuy
12-13-2006, 10:05 AM
Nice TR Kat. Oh how I would love to be at the recieving end of a Kat FP sales pitch. All I do is sales, and I savor the attempt of trying to be "sold". battle of wits I suspect.
Katrine
12-13-2006, 07:26 PM
Nice TR Kat. Oh how I would love to be at the recieving end of a Kat FP sales pitch. All I do is sales, and I savor the attempt of trying to be "sold". battle of wits I suspect.
I have several clients that are car salesmen. I am not selling someone something they don't want or need. If they don't want to plan for their future or invest, I am not going to beg them. If they can't afford me, then they need to give me referrals of someone who can......