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Jenny
01-18-2007, 04:24 PM
LOL kat! If it were that important she wouldn't have been out on the floor lapping. She would've been freaking out in the dressing room and making sure everyone heard her convo and loud bitching before, during and after the phone convo ;DProbably; it just occured to me that if the coversation started out "So she's out of surgery?" we might want to cut her some slack, even if she did cut into some guy's erection time. I worked one night when my ferret was being operated on; I don't even own a cell, I borrowed one for the purpose and was, for the whole night "I'm sorry, I really need to take this... no, sorry, xxxx is not here. Okay, bye... so where were we?" What can I say - I really loved my ferret.
Katrine
01-18-2007, 08:00 PM
But really Jenny, bring some reality here. You know she wasn't doing shit, she just doesn't care and has no respect. Slobbering PL's just enable such behavior. It would be one thing if I was with a group, and she was chilling with us while not dancing. But during a dance, that's plain disrespect to another person.
Jenny
01-19-2007, 07:32 AM
Kitty, I was kidding again. Nobody understands my sense of humour (sigh). I would assume that if she started her phone conversation with "I'm sorry, where did you say the ransom drop was?" it would have been a part of his story.
mr_punk
01-20-2007, 11:49 AM
I have to admit, I'd probably not take this one to management, and I'm not a passive push-over, but it's a matter of winning the battle and losing the war.although, it requires a little more effort than the donkey punch or swirlie method. you'll never know unless you play to win.
You can take it to management, and win the battle, but then you have to deal with this girl telling the rest of her girls within the club what happened, and human nature being what it is, they are more likely to back her then the customer. Then word gets around, such and such customer is an asshole that whines to management, and from there the rest of the evening is probably going to go downhill.hold on, they're not the teamsters. they're strippers. although, i've seen apathy and fear of repercussion among customers. i simply can't relate to it. especially, in this context. i mean, considering the number of antics i pulled in a sc. i should have an APB (all perverts bulletin) plastered to the wall of every sc dressing room in the city. yet, it's always business as usual.
My guess is the rest of the girls will be a lot more sympathetic to a customer that resolves their issues with the dancer without involving management.how much is stripper sympathy worth these days? oh yeah..nothing. anyway, my guess is the more likely a customer decides not to do something about it. the longer she will think it's okay to talk on the cell phone while working.
mr_punk
01-20-2007, 11:53 AM
Kitty, I was kidding again. Nobody understands my sense of humour (sigh).oh yes, that's it. you're not corny. it seems no one truly appreciates the dry, subtle, humor and wit that canadians, like Howie Mandel for example, are so famous for.
Last week he called me and told me he quit his job and is back looking for a "DJ" thing. My advice to him: "Don't come back here. There's nothing for you here but more trouble."LOL...perhaps, the fringe benefits, like finger banging his co-workers in the DJ booth, of the job is too hard to give up.
Casual Observer
01-21-2007, 07:44 AM
Welcome back, MW...
CarGuy
01-30-2007, 05:53 AM
Prelude to "The Party"
It started with an eBay search for a stripper pole, an inquisitive search which led me to "platinum stages" a company specializing in portable stripper poles and stages. I saw their mini stage and I had to have it. Why on earth would a normal person buy a 4X4 steel stage with a spinning 8 foot pole for their own perverted amusement?? I am still not sure but already it has proven it's worth.
Fast forward 2 weeks...
We all know how reliable dancers are don't we? There is a pair of dancers I have known since they started dancing they both just turned 21 and we have become "friends"...not the benefits kind, just friendly. Anyway, they wanted to test the stage to take the "V-card" from the stage, I guess that is the younger generation saying they want to strip my pole of it's virginity. After 3 lame duck attempts at getting them there, I got the call.
"We'll be out there...when will you be"
I was actually busy but the temptation of two young ladies giving me a private show was to much ....so I rushed through my prior engagement and hightailed it out to my store.
I didn't know what to expect, since I merely wanted a test of the spinning pole and stage....they showed up with suitcases of stripper gear and obviously they intended to test the pole in their bare essentials. Who was I to stop them?
The lighting was set, the music was on and WOW...I have two dancers LOVING the pole...imagine that. Luckily I keep a stash of 100 or so singles "In case of emergency" I would call this one of those special times.
So here I am, sitting on the leather couch in front of my stage, with two hot dancers with a pile of singles, no bouncers, no other custies...nobody. Me thinks the stage was a sound investment. I must have had only 50 singles cause when I was out, I promptly bought them back so as to continue the tipping. This was so amusing actually. While many of you think this was the perfect OTC moment, it really wasn't intended that way and the girls were actually less physical than in their club. Probably due to the their new club where they are being conditioned to "give less" compared to where I met them. I am not a mileage hound so I take it all in stride and just enjoy myself, after all this was a scientific experiment anyways, not to be confused with simple pleasure....LOL. I must say that I was surprised when they insisted I bust out the camera and take photos of the event. After review the photos proved to be to incriminating so I deleted the images....no need for the Mrs to find such items.
Fast Forward two Weeks.....more to come
Prelude to "The Party"
I must say that I was surprised when they insisted I bust out the camera and take photos of the event. After review the photos proved to be to incriminating so I deleted the images....no need for the Mrs to find such items.
Hey CG, there is a pinkie section titled "Picture Post" that would be the perfect way for you to share such images in the future for the rest of us junkies! You can always blur the faces if necessary to avoid self-incrimination! Sounds like a good time, congrats on a successful break-in for the new hardware.
Howie
01-31-2007, 11:21 PM
Had some free time last Friday so I decided to visit my club. Thought the dancer who’d propositioned me the last time might be there, so I figured I go just to see if she’d still speak to me or ignore me entirety. As I walked in, I thought I spotted her sitting with some other dancers watching the stage. Club wasn’t very busy and the number of girls easily outnumbered the guys there. I figured I’d say hi and move on and if she wanted to talk to me she could join me after I’d sat down.
I came up behind her and started to talk to her and as she turned to look up at me I realized that it wasn’t her, but her daughter. I apologized and said I was sorry, I thought she was someone else. She smiled and asked if I wanted company. I responded not yet and headed to the RR to relieve myself. Didn’t see her mother anywhere and thought maybe she wasn’t working that night. As I left the RR I headed up to the bar and there she was. She jumped up and hugged me and exclaimed how excited she was to see me. She told me to have a seat at the bar because she needed to finish her conversation with the bartender. As I sat down she announces I’d forgot to zip up. (I know, pretty stupid, or a pervert, but I’m human and sometimes I forget). Well she made this big deal about getting down on her knees and zipping me up herself.
After a few minutes at the bar she leads me back to VIP and we get comfortable. I should say she got comfortable, stripping down to just her thong. I can’t figure her out. I turn her down for sex, never return her phone calls or messages, but she still acts like I’m the best guy she’s ever met. She kept talking about getting together OTC and how she was going to fuck me until I was unable to walk. She keeps talking about how big my cock is and how she can’t wait until I’m inside her. She said her first husband had nine inches and her second husband was at least 7 or 8 and mine felt like at least 8 inches. Told her the first time she saw me naked, she’d be in for a big disappointment because I’m doing good to stretch it out past 6. She wanted to know all about my trip to Vegas and what I did. Told her I had always wanted to get a massage and I made an appointment with a Korean masseuse. She didn’t believe me when I told her how surprised I was when the masseuse got naked and did sexy things to me.
Well we do five dances before she has to leave to go back on stage. I start to pay her and she refused to take my money, stating that she wanted to make sure I’d still be there after she’s done and she knows I won’t leave until I’ve paid her. She heads to the DR and I take a stage side seat to wait until she’s done. A nice brunette in on stage and she’s got a nice set of tits. I go up to tip her and for $5 I got a face full of boobs and a nice butt to crotch rub. I was glad my dancer was in the DR, otherwise I’m sure she’d flip out. Well my dancer came out on stage and while she’s up there, the brunette came over, sat on my lap and starts to run her finger thru my hair. I glance up at the stage and my dancer is just standing there looking at me. Brunette had her back to the stage so she couldn’t see her. I told her that I was waiting for the stage dancer to finish and I didn’t think she’d appreciate you being on my lap. Brunette got up and said as soon as I was ready for a young dancer, to come look her up.
When she left, I took a handful of ones and went to the stage to tip my dancer. She wanted to know why I let that whore sit on my lap. Told her I had to cause she had a nice set of tits. She didn’t seem to appreciate my humor. After her stage, she came over to me, grabbed my hand and pulled my back to VIP. Once back, she stated that I was not to give any attention to any other dancer but her. She stated that she was the only woman for me and that once we had sex, I’d never want to be with any other woman. She than proceeded to get down right nasty with me. In a good way. Funny how she talks about how some of the other dancers are skanks and whores, but she get about as dirty with me as any dancer I’ve ever been with. After a few more dances, I said I needed to go home and get some rest. She said she needed to change her panties and I was to go back out to the main area and take a seat as far away from the stage as possible. That area had poor lighting and actually provided a little more privacy that what was available in VIP. Well I did as I was told and she came back out wearing a skimpy black outfit that really looked good. She really is sexy as hell and has a really fine body on her; otherwise I don’t think I could put up with her shit.
Back in the corner, she starts in on how bad she wants to go out with me and how I’d never be satisfied with any other women after she was done with me. After I agreed to have dinner with her next week, she allowed me to pay her and head on home. I have about an hour drive and after 45 minutes she calls me to see if I made it home yet. She told me to rub one off went I got home and to call out her name when I orgasm. I told her to do the same. The following are a recap of her text messages on Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.
Message: When do u have time 4 me? I will drive 2 (your location) even! Please?
Message: When would you be able to see me this week?
Message: Hey, I’m not working til Wed or Thur. Let me know when I can have you!!
Message: I don’t mean “in the club”! I want to go on a date with your sexy ass!! Let me know when the numbers need a break..
I can’t figure her out and what her infatuation with me might be. I curious as to how long I can continue to blow her off before she gives up. Judging by how she’s reacted when I’ve paid attention to other dancers when she’s around, she’d extremely jealous and I think could get pretty mean if she wanted to. I’m a little worried about her getting vindictive when she finally figures out I’m just fucking with her and have no intention of ever seeing her OTC. About 4 in the morning I get up with the dry heaves and every two hours after that. Stayed home the next day instead of going to work like I should have. Must have picked up a germ or two the night before.
Oh and the dancer from a previous post who was moving to Vegas to sell Condos left me a message that morning about having lunch. Called her back, she answered, but was busy and said she’d call back, but never did. I figured she filled her date book by then.
Well this should give Mr. Punk and the girls some fodder for ridicule. I’ll report again when and if anything interesting happens.
datchapin
02-07-2007, 09:25 PM
So the other night I'm supposed to meet some friends at the club and as I'm getting ready I get the call. I was sold out, I sat down for a moment thinking over my options. Since they weren't going I now had the choice of which club I would go to. After realizing thinking wasn't my thing that night I went to the one we were supposed to go to.
I get to the club pay my fee and get in. I'm not a big drinker, but tonight I made a bee-line to the bar and got a corona. Just couldn't resist the urge, and then I turned around and scoped what was going on. Man that Corona sure tasted good (with the lime and the salt.) So I see this open table in front of one of the smaller stages and jump on it. I start relaxing and getting acclimated and hey the Rockets are playing. (Added bonus.) When I sat down the stage in front of me was empty and as I'm taking a sip from my beer this burnett steps up to occupy the stage. She has nice natural looking tits, I didn't ask, but I'd guess they verged on D's. Her ass wasn't spectacular, but it had meat on it and she knew how to work what she had. I went up to the stage to tip her. I pulled out a roll intending to just drop a single on the stage, but she seemed to see me approaching and when I got there the ass was already in my face shaking. I thought wow, that deserves more than a single, so I start dropping singles as she puts on a show for me, I hadn't realized how slow it was, but there wasn't anybody else tipping at the stage. Oh yeah, more attention for me. So as she's doing her thing she leans forward and asked me how my night was going, small talk I guess, and then said she hoped I had a good night. So did I.
So I go back to my table and chill for a while, drinking my drink. The song ends and the girl moves on. I guess I'll call her Birdie, because she had a bird tatted on her back. Anyways I finish my drink and a waitress is already there asking if I want another, I do. Service is great on slow nights. lol. So the waitress comes back and I ask if Shakira is working. Her face lights up in recognition and she says yeah she just now got on the floor. Some nights everything just seems to go your way. (Okay, maybe getting sold out by friends isn't great, but whatever, I was having fun.) I thank her and she leaves. A few moments later I'm getting up to hit the RR when the waitress comes by and tells me she told Shakira I was there. That was nice I didn't even have to ask. I tipped her for going out of her way to do so. I take care of my stuff and get back to the table and it's still empty, I'm assuming Shakira was with another client. I sit back down and not even a minute passes by when I see Shakira approaching me, she already has her wine in hand. She gets to the table puts her wine down and greets me. We make some small talk and she tells me she's in the zone. lol. Oh yeah, she was stoned. I found this hilarious for some reason and the smile was already plastered on my face. She asked me why I was smiling like that and I said I was just glad to see her. Well after some small talk it was off to the booth.
Once in the booth she takes off her bottoms and straddles me with her thong and bra on and immediately starts grinding. She then leans back and tries to put her tits in her mouth to lick her nipples. I'm sorry, but I started laughing at that because she had forgotten to take off her top and was already into it so much. She then says it's not funny and I'm killing the mood. So I shut up as she takes off her top and starts dancing again. The first song goes by and I'm enjoying the dance. The second dance starts and a little bit into it she stops and looks down, I look down to see what she's looking at and she yells out. "Oh shit my pussy's popping out." I laughed at that again, because it was. She gets up and re-adjusts her thong. She turns around and starts shaking her ass in my face, maybe I haven't described the ass before, but it's an ass like Vida Guerra's, I love it. The way it was jiggling and yet so firm. My hands were like glue on them already. She grabs my hands and moves them to cup her tits as she sits on my lap and starts grinding again. I had a couple of beers already so I'm feeling more how you say, frisky. lol. I start playing with her nipples with my fingers and kissing her neck and she starts moaning, that really got me going. lol. I started nibbling on her neck a little bit and inhale her perfume, I don't know what it was called, but I like to think it was bliss. She leads one of my hands down to her pussy and I start rubbing it a little bit. She turns her head a little and gives me a kiss. The combination of wine and gum in my mouth makes me think maybe wine isn't so bad. She's grinding against my dick and hand real hard now and is biting her lower lip. I am fucking rock hard at this juncture and she wasn't helping shit. lol. I start grazing her neck with my teeth tasting her skin and giving it soft bites. We keep going like this for I don't know how long before she finally repositions herself, this time she straddles me with one leg in between my and the other snuggled between my thigh and the couch. She grabs my dick and positions it right on her pussy and presses it against my belly and starts sliding up and down. The sensation is just great and then she sped up and I'm fighting every urge to move, my breathing is getting faster and this girl is just moaning like a porn star. I don't know how much more I can take and finally she stops and asks me. "You like that?" I'm biting my lower lip and nod my head thinking, fuck yeah I like that, do you really need to ask. I let out a long breath as she repositions herself again. This time she straddles me normally and sits there just staring at me. I'm totally clueless about what she's thinking and then she says. "Have I told you, you have very nice lips." I don't even get a chance to respond as she dives in and bites my lower lip and tugs at it. She then does the same thing to my upper lip and then we start making out. As we're making out the gum in her mouth falls into mine and we start swapping it. Now that I look back on it I think it was funny, but you got me messed up if you thought I would laugh at that moment. At that point my brain had stopped functions and I was just playing it by ear.
I just wanted to pause and say that what I'm saying is a compressed version she was mixing in dance throughout and making some other comments. I don't think I can get through the whole night if I wrote all the details. lol.
Back to the report. After a while of making out and whatnot she got up to take a sip... correction, slam her wine down in one go. I smiled at that, she then walks over and asks if I want a kiss. I nod and she bends over and nibbles on my dick through my pants. All kisses should be done like this. J/K, or am I, I'm not even sure on that one. lol. She sits back down and she tells me how she gets nervous, because she doesn't want to get caught kissing me. I tell her she doesn't have to take any risks on my behalf and we don't have to kiss if she doesn't want to. She tells me that I'm sweet and begins kissing me again. lol, the irony was killing me, but I wasn't about to stop her. We did a few more dances in this fashion and then we parted ways. I gave her my number because I'm not sure when I'll be back and told her to call me whenever she feels like seeing me. Obviously I won't come through every time she calls, but I'll try. Oh man I almost regret giving her my number, because I had written it on the back of one of my fav. restaurants card and she asked me when we'd go eat there. I said whenever and then she said her mom loves trying out different foods. That last comment really threw me off, but whatever I'm not gonna think about what it was supposed to mean.
I went back to the floor and ordered another corona. This wasn't the end of my night, but I guess I can continue later.
datchapin
02-08-2007, 07:50 PM
This is just an observation Howie, but if you really don't want anything to do with this chick why do you drive that far to see her. I mean to me it sounds like you're going out of your way to see her, this kind of conflicts with the blowing her off behavior. Maybe I misread something, if so, sorry. Hope everything works out for you.
datchapin
02-08-2007, 09:31 PM
Okay, back to the report. I was sitting at my table again, drinking my Coronas. I'm not sure how much time passed, I was buzzing nicely though, Shakira had disappeared somewhere working the room I guess. Anyways as I'm sitting there Birdie comes up to my table and asks if I want her company. Yup, I do. So she sits and joins me, we chat a little bit about how my night is going and then quickly head to the booths again. I ordered another drink for her and myself before leaving. So we get to the booth and she starts dancing. Right off the bat I'm thinking this girl is new. The song playing is real fast beat and she starts off with slow seductive movements. I'm not sure if she was just doing a routine set, but since I'm back there I might as well finish out the song and see if she picks it up. She seems to notice that I'm not all that into it and goes to take a sip of her drink. Oh she had a dirty martini. She seemed to compose herself and relax a little bit, then she started dancing again, this time more naturally and flowed better with the beat. I don't know what was going through her head, but the performance after the drink was way better. She made her way over to me and climbed on top of me. She was smiling now and apologized to me. Said she was still gettin used to the whole strip club thing. I said she didn't need to apologize and to just do her thing. I thought it was pretty cool I hadn't had a new stripper in like, well I'm not sure, but that just goes to show how long its been. She started dancing on my lap and it was a good dance. The girl had natural talent and IMO just needed to refine it a little bit, there were a few instances where the transitions weren't as smooth, but I didn't mind it's not everyday that I get to watch a girl developing in the business so it was all good. We did two songs and at the end of the second one she was leaning over me and slipped and fell on me. Luckily she was pretty close so it didn't hurt or anything, but she didn't get off me for a little bit, she buried her head in my chest for a little bit and then got up and apologized again. She looked at the bottom of her shoes to find the bottoms were wet. I don't even want to venture a guess as to what she slipped on so I'll just leave it to you all to make your own guesses. Now I can put up with alot of stuff, but when she tried to put her hand on my head with the hand she had just touched her shoe with I stopped her and said I was good. She got up and brought me my beer and her martini and sat on my lap. She asked for a cigarette, which I provided and we just chilled there just chatting for a little bit. She danced for two songs so I asked her to make sure we were on the same page and she said we were on the third song. I pointed out that she wasn't dancing or anything of the sort and to be honest this upset me somewhat. I know she was new, but what she was trying to do just wasn't right. I guess you could say I educated her a little bit about dance ettiquette and got up to pay. She looked put off a little bit and asked, verbatum. "What you don't think I'm a good dancerer?" This totally shocked me, I had no response for such casual slaughter of the english language so I just pulled out my money paid her and told her. There's nothing wrong with your dancing, but you didn't communicate your expectations to me clearly so I think I'm good for now. She went to give me a good-bye kiss and I had to stop her, she was about to put that hand on me again and I'm sorry, but I called her out on that. She needed to wash that hand, I don't think I was rude, but I hoped she didn't take it to hard.
That's it for now, I'll finish up next time.
datchapin
02-10-2007, 10:30 PM
After leaving Birdie I returned to my table and ordered a sprite. I had a real nice buzz already and didn't want to get drunk (Yeah, I'm aware that more liquids can intensify the buzz, but I was already buzzed at the time so it didn't really click at the time.) Anyways as I'm sitting there sipping my sprite I get this feeling that I'm being watched. I turn to scan the room and sure enough one of my fav's is at the bar looking at me. She started making her way towards me and was stopped on her way by some other guy. They exchanged words quickly and she then joined me. (Her blowing the other guy off made me feel great. lol.) She gives me a hug as she sits on my lap. She said she thought it was me, but wasn't sure as I didn't turn in her direction at first. She hadn't expected to see me, which is kind of funny I didn't expect to see her either as she usually doesn't work that day. I asked her why she was up there that day and she said. "I heard there's decent money tonight." I then asked what she thought about that at that point, to which she looked at me and replied. "I don't know papi, am I gonna make decent money tonight?" Making me feel like a dumbass for asking a question while still making me smile.... check. We quickly made our way to the booth. Luna (I'll call her that because it's spanish for moon and when the moon is out all the other stars pale in comparison. Oh that sounded nice. lol.) doesn't like spending that much time on the floor, she say's she feels more comfortable in the booth and honestly with this girl, I do too. So we're sitting in the booth and we spend maybe a song catching up and conversing. Then she asks me if I'm ready for some dances. I smile and before I reply she puts her finger on my lips and gets up. She know's what my answer is gonna be. lol. I was ready for dances from her before I even knew she was up there. Anyways she get's up and heads to the table to put my drink up and as she's walking she says. "You know what I like about you?" I ask what, "I feel comfortable with you. Like I can do things with you I can't try with other customers?" Massaging my ego..... check. Like what I ask. Oh, Luna doesn't speak great English so all our conversations are in spanish, I feel this makes it easier on the both of us. Anyways she doesn't reply instead she takes a drink of my sprite and walks back over to me all coy like teasing off her top and straddling me. She leans in and starts kissing my neck and her lips are freezing. She had put an ice cube in her mouth and was rubbing it all over my neck and cheeks. That was awesome. I could see why she made her comments though, this girl doesn't drink and so she probably doesn't get the opportunity to do the ice thing alot. When she does drink she buys, or I should say receives only bottled water. So it made sense, man I was so glad I bought a Sprite instead of another Corona. lol. This girls style its like totally different than Shakira's. This girl is very sensual, when we kiss it's not tongue ramming spit swapping action. It's this very slow sensual movement that allows me to just taste her lips. I really like it because I feel like she leaves a lot of mystery, still. Anyways, she works that ice cube for a while and then gives me a kiss and gently pushes the ice cube into my mouth. She leans back and starts doing her thing. I'm enjoying the ice melting in my mouth watching Luna do what she does. The ice hasn't finished melting when she leans forward and has her tits hanging right in front of my mouth. I don't know why, but having read the pink side so much I'm thinking she'd appreciate it if I didn't fondle and abuse her tits (she has fantastic tits by the way.) She felt different, because she stops and asks me if anything's wrong. Don't ask me why, but that chocolate candy bar commercial popped in my head at that moment. (you know the one that always says need a moment... something like that.) anyways that pops into my head and since I have no answer I lean forward and kiss her nipple. It always amazes me how sensitive this girls nipples are, I just can't help myself. I start rolling my tongue around her nipple, pressing the ice on it, grazing it with my teeth and what have you. The whole time Luna is running her hands through my hair. The ice finally finished melting and I pull away and look up, her eyes are closed and she's biting her lower lip. I can't help but wonder what's going through her head. I don't ask though as I like the mystery. We spend a few more songs in that fashion, chatting as she grinds with occasional kisses and whatnot. We finish our session and I get up to pay, I give her my money and she just stands there in front of me. I'm wondering if something's wrong when she asks me if I'm in a hurry. I'm not, she gently pushes me back into the chair. (she had put her top back on and slid her dress back down before I paid her.) She then took a seat on my lap. So we sit there and chat a little bit. As we're talking the topic music comes up. She asks me about my fav. song which I respond and I ask her hers. She didn't know the name so I asked her how it went. She closed her eyes and sang a verse. I know it might not be a big deal, but it really moved me. Her voice was a little husky. I thought it was nice, but it was the song she sang that really touched me. It's one of those songs that brings forth a lot of memories and as she sang the verse she added another memory I'll associate with that song whenever I hear it again. When she finished I sat there for a moment letting it sink in and then told her I recognized and liked that song as well. I told her I liked the way she sang it, I don't think she knows how much it moved me and I'm thankful for that. After that we got up and left, before we parted ways she thanked me for coming to spend time with her and hoped to see me again soon. I left after that, I can't get any more dances after I spend time with her. The psychological reasons aside, it's mainly because Luna damn near taps me out every time I see her. lol. Anyways that was my night.
Damn it's crazy how long it took me to finish that report. lol, well I guess that's it for now.
CarGuy
02-11-2007, 01:09 PM
While I still have not finished my TR for the private party I hosted, this latest visit to the SC was very satisfying. One of my buddies was enamored with a certain dancer at the party so he suggested he should come see her at the club to keep his memory fresh. Normally I like to fly solo, but I started my SC visits with this guy when I first started in the business a long time ago. At the time, I was young...right out of college and about 23-24 YO. Now in my mid 30's I look back at those experiences and get a chuckle every time. We have not been to a club together for at least 10 years so I figured it would be fun.
My wingman for the night is a seasoned SC junkie that is smooth, and way more cocky than I am...if that is even possible....hmm...yeah, it is. He always knows what to say and is not stumped baffled or left for a loss of the perfect words EVER. Since this is my home club, I wanted to make sure the trip was fun and worthwhile. The week before I made sure his dancer was going to be there...it was not a normal work night for her, but she assured me she would be there. My ATF would be there as well which I did not doubt at all, since she only dances once or twice a week, and schedules herself around my visits. At first this was all SS to me, but we are past that, and I am confident in what she tells me....a little PL'ish if you will but...**sigh** As much I read and respect the iron curtain of Mr. Punk, I can't get to that level....PL tendencies will always prevail I guess.
I the old days we would visit Hooters often, so this was the perfect prelude to a night at the SC. I arrive a little late, the hot wings are already laid out and my buddy is already talking to the waitress about being her Sugar Daddy. LOL...some things never change. The waitress was sweet and hot and she loved the attention. A good way to warm up for the festivities ahead. One thing about carguys....they don't take things personally, they are fearless about asking for something, and a "no" doesn't phase them a bit...in fact a "No" is just a request for more information and selling. I brief him on the club and that I typically spend my time in the VIP room. Immediately he says..."Are you sure?..normally they are not worth the price." I give him a run down. The rate is $20 room rental per hour, plus $100 to the girl at the end...it's a steal actually since normal dances are $20 per song. He still looks at me funny. He pays the bill and we are off on the short 5 minute ride to the club.
We arrive at the club a bit before 8...early I know but my buddy had a drive to get to his hotel and if things were slow, we could get out quick. Normally his girl would be there already, since she worked the early shift, and my ATF comes in at 8. We get in and I think there were cricket chirping sounds it was so slow! The two dancers were not there, and what was there was pretty low end. I am confident and the floor guy sees me and buys our first round...bonus....sheesh...I must spend too much money here. We sit for about 15 minutes and relax, my wingman says
" Normally, by now I would be heading for the exit...are you sure we did not get stood up?" to which I replied..
"They will be here, trust me." Of course I am trying to sell this to someone that is impossible to "sell"
At 8:20, "M" shows up, my ATF. She doesn't see me at first, but recognizes my friend from the party as they met when he was walking back from the stage. Then she sees me and comes over to chat. One down, one left to show up. She is dressed in jeans, and purple soft top, with a brown winter coat that is fur fringed...absolutely stunning in regular clothes IMO. She asks "where the F%^& is miss "S""....and immediately pulls out the cell to track her down. We are reassured that she is on her way, she is coming in only to meet with us since it is not a normal night for her. 30 minutes later, S arrives with a new hair color....stunning! Our party is complete and we are ready for some fun!
The attention from these two is exceptional, my ATF has many regulars but she always makes me feel like I am number one. In the year that I have been seeing her, I have NEVER had to wait for her attention, even while seated with her other long time "regulars". Always classy and always by my side, she is absolutely marvelous and we enjoy each others company. Money has never been an issue, I always take care of her, and she never has to wonder what she may be missing. In fact she often cuts me off from tipping her...oddly as it sounds. In her words..."Stop...the rest of the night is on me..." Whom could complain.
We sit and have a few drinks, more like the girls have the drinks as neither of us drink much. I partake in a couple shots of Patron, chilled of course and my buddy starts his Salesman Shit...LOL We have stripper shit and salesman shit...the battle of wit and sarcasm at the club, my buddy is the master. He begins by trying to seal a date for the trip we are going to take to Vegas. Apparently at my private party these three were talking about making a 4 some trip to Vegas and as it stands it looks like June or July. He is far more forthcoming than I am typically and it is working of course. M is probably getting close to being called on stage, and she hates to go on stage, so I suggest we take this little party to the VIP room.
VIP is an enclosed room about 12 feet deep by 20 feet wide, stepping through the door you encounter a step up and a long couch directly in front of you. Flanked at either end are love seats with appropriate stands to hold drinks, smokes, keys what have you. It is private and alluring, and I have spent many hours here over the last year. We take opposing love seats and we order our first round. Since I don't like reaching for money while M is sitting on my lap (unless they are singles for her) I start a cash tab with the bar. More shots of Patron, a redbull, a bottle of Miller Lite, Cherry UV and redbull for S, and lastly a Mikes Hard Berry with Grey Goose for M. We settle in for a ride.
"Undress me baby.." was uttered by M, and it was a pleasure. First the large belt gets undone, then the short jean miniskirt comes off oh so sexily...and it's no coincidence the jean skirt is on. It is my favorite, brought out for special occasions. It was her outfit the night I first met her as a waitress. M does not dance full time, she NEVER dances on the packed weekends....rather she waitresses. After the skirt hits the floor its onward to the top, a tight fitting chemise with built in bra (as I was told) since she made sure I had my hands in the right spot to gracefully remove all items in one fell swoop. Ooopps...Not supossed to touch the dancers she wickedly grins...LOL..I am hooked can you tell? I want to make sure my buddy is having a good time and I can see that S is into it more than normal....she is a talker so I was a little worried she would sit and talk all night. No worries...her bouncing ass and his hands in perfect rythem told me it was going to be one of those nights. I like it when things go my way....I make sure they always do.
VIP hour one was fun and sensual. Filled with close dancing, lap sitting etc...mixed with a couple smoke or drink breaks on the lap. A quality hour of time passed and our first hour was up. I have basically a free night so to me, it was the first of 3 hours in VIP...BUT, I have a wingman and I need to make sure we are on the same page. Of course he is, but we need to take a little break...so we exit VIP and he says he has to "head to the truck"...which is fine because I had a pesto recipe that miss S wanted so we both went outside and it's there where I discovered his reason for going outside...
Once in dancer free zone I ask if he though the VIP was now worth it..."OMG..." was the response, the value was incredible compared to $20 individual lappers. He was genuinely surprised. At this point I retrieve the pesto recipe from my truck and I see the reason he went to his....a valentine box of candy! What a dick I said since he didn't mention it, nor did he happen to have two boxes on board..LOL...always a surprise I guess. back to the club we go.
The girls are sitting at the bar, no other custies are messing with our mojo, so we pony up and he produces the "gift"...big smiles from miss S, and my buddy does a commendable job of saying it was his fault there was only one box...my girl, M says she hates flowers and chocolates..part of this I knew, but it is beside the point anyway. We take the bar napkins and repeat what we used to do many moons ago...start making napkin roses. Normally this is rather cheesy, but these girls seemingly had no idea what we were doing....until the end. I earned a few points back after this obvious show of cheeziness. Did I mention I have PL tendencies?? The club is a little busier, but not much. Scanning the bar I see a couple of M's regulars....but they are regular talkers, or drinkers I guess. She says a brief hi, but then it's back to the VIP for hour number two.
We have been talking about taking a trip but I never got a firm answer so tonight was my chance to seal the deal. M says she is not jealous and that I can get dances from others at the club, but this is simply not truthful. She says that, but does not mean it. Honestly, the only other girl I would be interested in is Miss S. I told her that I need to get plane tickets and if she was not going for sure, then I had to make other arrangements since I wanted some company...a devious ploy, but the reaction was good..."What do you mean...why don't you go alone?"
"umm...it's more fun to hang out, drink for free and spend money with someone else sitting by me.." was the answer. I wasn't trying to be a dick, but I think it helped my chances. We banter back and forth and the subject of sex was brought up. Not by me....in the 10 months I have been visiting, I have NEVER asked for anything sexual..ever. It is simply not my style, nor is it the reason I hang at strip clubs. She brought it up, and it is not the first time.
"you, know whats going to happen if I go..." M says
"We will have fun....yes, I know" I reply
"NO..I mean, we are having sex, and then I wont be able to talk to you anymore.." M replies.
This certainly gets my attention and brings up the quandry....having sex is not worth losing the fun times. ...so I reply
"Well, thats easy, you come and we don't have sex...no biggie, I have never expected that anyway."
She gets a stern frustrated look...and says" NO...you don't get it....if I go, I wont be able to control myself...we ARE going to have sex"...*SIGH*....what to do...
I think she under estimates my will power, because I could go and not bang her....LOL...I continue to address the situation and slowly her head starts to nod in the affirmative....but the words "Yes" never come out. Ok...enough with the small talk, I utter my famous line to her "Get to work"...that always gets a grin and frustrated groan....I love that look.
The dancing was fabulous as normal. Instead of the blow by blow, this TR is more in the GenWar flavor that skips the intimate details that are shared between ATF and friend. Tonight was fun and interesting. Her style is now something I appreciate and know very well with a few surprises thrown in. She is always on my lap and always treating me like a king. In VIP, I always have a wad of singles....always. Tipping her while she is all over me is something NOBODY does. It is a little trick that absolutely gets the girls attention and she will always remember. I always get the same response to this in the past..."Wow, you are tipping back here too? No body does that..how refreshing" It's not stripper shit either. In all the VIPS I have never seen anyone else do this. The other dancers who come in sometimes gawk at the $50-100 in singles that are piled on the floor around us. Her favorite and mine is the dollar in the lips trick..I hoild the dollar and she seductively removes it, ending in a very erotic french kiss. We end up sticking dollars everywhwere and she chases...amusing and erotic and guaranteed to keep me at the top of the list.
This night I was testing the effects of a common ED drug ciallis. I figured with the stimulation I would see what effect it had on me. I don't really have ED, but a friend said cialis was the ultimate party drug, solid wood, with brief refractory period. He was right. The wood was significantly more pronounced and longer lasting. Normally, during the smoke breaks, it would relax and getting back in the groove would take some time...not so tonight cowboy! The fact that I remained at attention certainly got more attention...to the point where she just had to re-position herself and wrap her hand around it to figure out the size so the camera couldn't see. It was amusing and ego boosting at the same time.
At about this time, my buddy decides it was time to play "butt darts" WTF? I, as were the girls clueless...
You take a dollar bill, and in the center place a quarter, or silver dollar....then start twisting the dollar together in the same way a hershey kiss is wrapped. What you get is a small projectile with a blunt flat end, and a dart tail to make it stable. Apply a little carmex to the tip and voila you have a butt dart. The ladies were facinated and took no time bending over the couch...a$$ in the air beggin us to throw the butt darts. We lined up about 5 feet away, took aim and *Splat* *splat* two perfect shots and the darts actually stuck! The girls went nuts...we promptly threw two more darts and both stuck. It was hysterical! They wanted a picture but M's phone cam did not have a flash. The girls took turns with each other....they however went straight for the hole instead of the cheek...gotta love it. I love learning new tricks. Time was running out and we were through the second hour of VIP. Upon getting clothes back on etc...I asked..."So, am I buying you a ticket?"...the answer was YES.. Whoo..hoo. Not sure if that trip will qualify for a trip report or not. My buddy had to get going and I ended up staying in back with M for another shorter round to finish the night.
Chili Palmer
02-17-2007, 12:53 PM
Quickie TR:
Had an early dinner with a supplier who wants a lot more of my business; we finished up at 6:30 (he had a plane to catch) and I found myself across the street from Christie's in Tempe (not that I planned that or anything ;) ). I was hoping to catch EE at her new club.
Paid the $9 cover (has anyone else noticed the cover charges all seem to have gone up in the past month at the "good" clubs?) and found my "usual" seat in one of the few corners this club has. I don't come here that often, even though it easily the most convenient club for me to visit because the dayshift has Speed Racer Floater march through the club, stopping any fun from taking place within moments of it happening. Cocksucker.
Onstage is very cute Filipina named Milana: tiny little a/b implants, white knee highs and a super slender bod. I walk up to the stage with a tip (this alone makes me an anomaly; NO ONE stage tips at this club) and ask her to give me some laps when she's done. She smiles, thanks me and says, "I'll see you soon."
After she finishes her set, she is replaced by Jasmine, a perfectly blended mix of the best the black and asian gene pools have to offer. Another one goes on the to do list. I'm still waiting for Milana to reappear; when she finally does, she just starts meandering all over the club, asking every PL in the joint for a dance. This is another reason I don't come here: I have wasted more stage tips to dancers at this club who never show up at your table after you've made really, really clear you'd like to spend money on them. It looks like Milana is falling into this category.
Suddenly an African-American dancer named Gianni plops in my lap. She probably weighs more than I do (and I'm not being mean, she was just a big girl) and practically knocks the wind out of me. I'm more than a little pissed and I show it. She starts in with some snarky comments and I tell her the reason she's probably not busy is because she is such a bitch. It went on like this for about 15 minutes, and she refuses to get off me, and I sure as hell can't push her off without risking a hernia. Finally, I am saved by the DJ, who calls her onstage.
Milana finally dawdles her way over to me ("I couldn't find you!") andwe chat a bit, then she dances. About as tame as I expected, but she is a nice counterpoint to the gal was just sitting on me, and after two we stop. She smiles, thanks me, and tells me if there is anything she can do for me, please let her know. Hmmm.
As for the rest of the time I was there, no dancer repeated onstage, so there were at least 25 -30 dancers by 8:30, but none of them--NONE of them, were, in my opinion, worth lapping. A lot of beef running around on the hoof, for the most part. Surprising but true. EE, you were missed!
CP
Casual Observer
02-18-2007, 11:30 AM
After she finishes her set, she is replaced by Jasmine, a perfectly blended mix of the best the black and asian gene pools have to offer. Another one goes on the to do list. I'm still waiting for Milana to reappear; when she finally does, she just starts meandering all over the club, asking every PL in the joint for a dance. This is another reason I don't come here: I have wasted more stage tips to dancers at this club who never show up at your table after you've made really, really clear you'd like to spend money on them. It looks like Milana is falling into this category.
Suddenly an African-American dancer named Gianni plops in my lap. She probably weighs more than I do (and I'm not being mean, she was just a big girl) and practically knocks the wind out of me. I'm more than a little pissed and I show it. She starts in with some snarky comments and I tell her the reason she's probably not busy is because she is such a bitch. It went on like this for about 15 minutes, and she refuses to get off me, and I sure as hell can't push her off without risking a hernia. Finally, I am saved by the DJ, who calls her onstage.
Wow...that describes my last several months of SCing almost perfectly. Last couple outings were much better, but this has been the norm for me lately.
Jenny
02-18-2007, 11:40 AM
Wow...that describes my last several months of SCing almost perfectly. Last couple outings were much better, but this has been the norm for me lately.
Well, if you go around getting pissed off and calling girls bitches because they sit on your lap, I think the mystery on "why don't dancer want my money" is solved.
Casual Observer
02-18-2007, 12:50 PM
^ I get pissed off because girls who have no business being dancers can't accept a gracious and gentle rejection, and somehow make that a character defect on my part.
Jenny
02-18-2007, 12:55 PM
Dude -
a) You know perfectly well that you don't get to define who "has business" being a dancer. Self-regulating market. You like it for so many other reasons. I don't see why you think you should be able to jettison the principle when you catch sight of some chick who weighs more than 140lbs.
b) unless you read a different story than I did, there was no mention of a gentle and gracious rejection - she sat on his lap he "got pissed off and showed it". Like I said - if that is how you act in strip clubs, THAT is why you are finding it hard to spend money.
mr_punk
02-18-2007, 02:15 PM
why shouldn't he get pissed if a big, hefty biatch just plops down in his lap like he's a lazy boy recliner? what next? he's not supposed to groan under the tonnage of carrying moby dick in his lap. it's a normal reaction.
Chili Palmer
02-18-2007, 02:25 PM
Well, Jenny, I usually try to make it a point to just ignore your posts, but as usual you choose to disregard what I wrote for what you choose to believe is true.
She did not just "sit" in my lap. She fucken launched herself into my lap and damn near knocked the wind out of me, then, before I had a chance to say anything, she wanted to know why I looked pissed off.
Unlike you, who by your own admission pretty much refuses to meet any SCJ'ers (except for the one who doesn't actually get laps), I've met a dozen SW dancers. ALL of them universally enjoyed my company as well as my money, even though I'm a well known "mileage hound." I know how to treat a dancer, as well as women in general, whether I'm paying for the privilege or not.
Feel free to painfully deconstruct every single syllable of this post, as you are wont to do. I'm sure you have nothing better to do today than write a 10,000 word dissertation on mine or any other posts that don't simply fawn over any dancer or meets with your truncated worldview.
CP
Jenny
02-18-2007, 02:38 PM
She did not just "sit" in my lap. She fucken launched herself into my lap and damn near knocked the wind out of me, then, before I had a chance to say anything, she wanted to know why I looked pissed off.
In a strip club. A girl sits on your lap. How about that. How unexpected. How unusual. How rude of her. What an excellent reason to call her a bitch.
Unlike you, who by your own admission pretty much refuses to meet any SCJ'ers (except for the one who doesn't actually get laps), I've met a dozen SW dancers. ALL of them universally enjoyed my company as well as my money, even though I'm a well known "mileage hound." I know how to treat a dancer, as well as women in general, whether I'm paying for the privilege or not.
Well, it certainly sounds like it. Dancers love mileage hounds. And - you know what else? We're well known for never, ever acting like we like a guy when we really find him a little tiresome and unpleasant. I'm sure you're no exception.
Feel free to painfully deconstruct every single syllable of this post, as you are wont to do. I'm sure you have nothing better to do today than write a 10,000 word dissertation on mine or any other posts that don't simply fawn over any dancer or meets with your truncated worldview.
CP
I think it's cute how you think I need your permission. Dude - when you think that women you don't even know require permission to express opinions and thoughts you spend too much time with dancers.
Moneywise
02-18-2007, 03:08 PM
LOL.. Same ol Jenny. ::)
Chili Palmer
02-18-2007, 03:17 PM
No worries from me, JZ. I'm done with Jiminy Cricket.
CP
Jenny
02-18-2007, 03:19 PM
LOL.. Same ol Jenny. ::)Geez MW. I liked you.
Oh wait. I'm going act like that was a compliment.
Richard_Head
02-18-2007, 09:02 PM
Okay, perhaps I can get us back on track with another TR.
Friday night, a friend and I decide to hit the town, we make plans to start the night out at one of the local strip clubs. We get there about 9:00pm, there are lots of cars outside and being that it's a fairly small club I was getting a bad feeling. Anyways, we pay the $10 cover charge (yes CP it is catching on) and head on in to the club, there is a very attractive brunette dancing on the back stage right as we walk in so I thought that was a good sign. We then head up to look for a table, spot an empty one, make our way over and just as we're about to sit down notice a "RESERVED" sign on the table, no problem there's another table nearby so we head on over and again see a "RESERVED" sign, head to another table, same story "RESERVED" once again. We were running out of tables at this point when one of the bouncers heads on over and tries to squeeze a "tip" out of us for one of the open tables, sensing we weren't biting the bouncer points out a table in the corner of the room to us (the only table in the club that wasn't "RESERVED"). Mini rant time, why the hell doesn't my cover charge include a fucking place for me to sit once inside the fucking strip club!!! Anyways, it would have to do, we fight through a maze of people to get to the table and settle in, we weren't far from the stage so it wasn't really too bad a spot although it was a bit problematic for any waitress or dancer to try to make their way back to us. The first several dancers on the stage were VERY attractive and ALL got a tip from us. Finally after about 15 minutes a waitress stops by to take our drink order, as she is gone we get tag teamed by a couple of hotties, we both decide to do dances at which point you guessed it the waitress comes back with our drinks, she's wanting them paid for right then and there as I have a dancer grinding away on me, I stop the dancer pull out a $20 for the drinks and she asks "how much would you like back?" I hate that, just give me my damn change back and I will then decided how much to tip you and why can't you wait til the dance is over like every other fucking waitress in the club does???? I get a couple more dances from the same girl and she then heads on out to look for greener pastures. Still more and more attractive dancers hit the stage, most of them getting tips from us, very few willing to fight the maze of people to get to our table to dance for us though. It didn't take long before the bouncers were squeezing in another group of customers right in front us, this wasn't good as it was blocking our path to the stage and now we had no way to make contact with any dancers. We got another drink and decide enough is enough and head out.
Mini rant time, why the hell doesn't my cover charge include a fucking place for me to sit once inside the fucking strip club!!!
FUCKIN A RH! This is definitely pissing me off lately, and during fucking dayshift no less. Fuck! There is a recent review of the HiLiter (in Phoenix for the non-az junkies) on TUSCL that says they have all new floor guys and things have gotten better, but I haven't been there since early January, so I can't confirm.
the waitress comes back with our drinks, she's wanting them paid for right then and there as I have a dancer grinding away on me, I stop the dancer pull out a $20 for the drinks and she asks "how much would you like back?" I hate that, just give me my damn change back and I will then decided how much to tip you and why can't you wait til the dance is over like every other fucking waitress in the club does????
This is almost as damn annoying as the floor guys, although in my experience this only happens with very newbie waitresses.
sander8son
02-19-2007, 09:20 AM
Saturday, February 17, 2006
The plan was to shower up after skiing and head down to Club Desire in providence to see a paticular favorite of mine who's always been extra accomidating to my needs. Shortly before arriving home I started to feal a little naseous. No matter, I washed my recently purchased perv pants and showered up. Got out of the shower and fealt worse. Decided not to go out. Had a friend come over and we watched movies. My naseau turned into 5 rounds of explosive diarhea. This didn't stop me from jerking off later.
Sunday proceeded simillarly as I had thought perhaps I'd roll the dice sunday and see if she was working. But no worries, the tiny headache I had in the morning turned into a full fledged migraine later in the afternoon and I ended up taking a 4 hour nap and never got back to 100% that night. But again, I brought myself to orgasm. I know you were worried.
Hoping to have a better TR next weekend }:D
yoda57us
02-19-2007, 11:04 AM
Interesting stuff Sandy, but, in order for it to qualify as a TR don't you at least have to leave your house?
Judges??? Can we get a ruling on this????
rockie
02-19-2007, 11:42 AM
Come on now, Sandy's always been a trip. I'll take a pass on his next aborted trip tr though!
yoda57us
02-19-2007, 12:53 PM
Oh, I don't know Rockie. If I know the lady that Sandy is talking about, and I think that I do, it could be a very good TR!
xdamage
02-19-2007, 01:09 PM
If aborted trip reports count, then I already have a couple to report since waking up this morning.
sander8son
02-19-2007, 01:57 PM
heh, aborted... well for my next trip, i'm planning on using a condom. and yes yoda, you know exactly who i'm going to see. And for the record, I did leave my house on both days, I just never made it to providence. Next weekend though, should be a much better report.
lunchbox
02-22-2007, 06:46 PM
well for my next trip, i'm planning on using a condom.
Why would where a condom to jerk off?
CalifSCVisitor65
02-23-2007, 10:21 PM
and just as we're about to sit down notice a "RESERVED" sign on the table, no problem there's another table nearby so we head on over and again see a "RESERVED" sign, head to another table, same story "RESERVED" once again. Mini rant time, why the hell doesn't my cover charge include a fucking place for me to sit once inside the fucking strip club!!!
LOL you're much too polite. I just sit down regardless if they have a placard or not. I just pretend that the table was reserved for me. }:D
At my fav club Scores, every table is reserved. :-\
Richard_Head
02-24-2007, 11:19 AM
LOL you're much too polite. I just sit down regardless if they have a placard or not. I just pretend that the table was reserved for me. }:D
At my fav club Scores, every table is reserved. :-\That's much easier to do in big club like Scores (and I usually do the same at Sapphires), but this was a small club in Scottsdale, the bouncers make most of their money off those 'RESERVED' tables (which everyone knows aren't really 'RESERVED' for anyone) and they aren't about to give them up to somebody who's not lining their pockets. Oddly enough club management doesn't give a shit either which surprises me because I don't believe they are getting any of that money.
CalifSCVisitor65
02-24-2007, 07:22 PM
That's much easier to do in big club like Scores (and I usually do the same at Sapphires), but this was a small club in Scottsdale, the bouncers make most of their money off those 'RESERVED' tables (which everyone knows aren't really 'RESERVED' for anyone)
I got ya.
Bridgette
02-25-2007, 04:25 AM
Oddly enough club management doesn't give a shit either which surprises me because I don't believe they are getting any of that money.Oh, you bet your ass they are. It's fairly common these days for even floorstaff to be required to pay some portion of their earnings to the club. Greedy fucks ::)
Richard_Head
02-25-2007, 08:39 AM
Oh, you bet your ass they are. It's fairly common these days for even floorstaff to be required to pay some portion of their earnings to the club. Greedy fucks ::)That explains it.
sander8son
02-25-2007, 08:40 AM
As Promised:
A note of interest before I begin. A few months back I purchased new perv pants. Basically they’re basketball warm-up pants that have some weight and thickness to them, but are ultra smooth feeling. Also, I'm not going to mention which club, which girl, or how much was spent. Though some of you probably can figure out the club and the chick.
I showered and donned my perv pants, a tee shirt, and long sleeve casual button down shirt and headed for the ATM. I w/d the estimated needed funds, which is also the max amount I will spend, as I refuse to use an atm in a strip club. Next I filled up the ole gas tank and started my journey south at about 8pm. Made it to Providence at 830 and arrived at the club a little after that. Put two condoms in my pocket, got my ID and cover money out and headed in. First thing I always do is head for the bathroom. As my friends know, I’ve got a hand washing compulsion. That and I REALLY needed to piss. Anyway, make it back out onto the floor and just kind of walk around checking the place out to see who’s working.
I’m looking for someone in particular. Someone that I’ve known for years and have been getting dances from since probably late 2003. My trips since 2003 haven’t been all that frequent, but when I do go, I seek her out and she always makes it memorable. After my recon, I don’t see her, but I do see someone who looks a bit like my ex on the side stage. I’m curious, but not curious enough to see if it’s her. So I grab a seat on the floor (back from the rail) facing the main stage. A waitress comes by and I order a drink, soda. When perving it up, I find it best to remain sober. She returned with the drink and I asked her if the girl I was looking for was working. She replied that she was, but wasn’t sure where exactly she was at the moment. I was happy to hear that she was in, and was thankful for the info. I think it was $5.50 or so for the drink, but I gave her $10. This way, if she sees my fav, she’d send her over to me.
Well, that wasn’t needed (no regrets though), as 1 minute later I saw my fav coming out of the dressing room. She was wearing a tight black outfit that’s low cut, which accentuates her amazing rack. I couldn’t wait to get those puppies in my hands…. But anyway, I stood up and walked to her, and we hugged. We both sat down where I was originally sitting and chatted for a bit. It had been about 6 months since the last time we’d met up. It was nice to catch up, but eventually I shifted the topic of conversation to dances. Normally we do the 15 minute “private” booth type thing. The providence SC standard saloon doors set up. But they also have a more private room set up where you can get dances and I was wondering about that. The club charges $100 for an hour (includes bottle of champagne and hors d’oeuvres). You negotiate with the girl.
Well, I merely asked what the deal was with that room. She told me the house cut and then told me what she has charged guys in the past(gave me a range). I didn’t say anything just kind of shook my head up and down with an “alright, good to know” look on my face. She told me what other girls typically charge and what she could do for me. I’m not going to say how much it cost (exactly what I anticipated and is exactly what I took out of the ATM). She hit my target mark. Important rule of negotiations, when someone starts talking about price, DON’T SAY ANYTHING. “The next person to say anything loses.” By keeping my mouth shut, I was able to wait for the better rate. Which was still a good chunk of change, but more inline with what I had in mind. I also made a deal with her that if I was bargaining with other chicks, I wouldn't tell them that "XYZ did an hour for $ABC."
I decided to go for that and she went to talk to the bouncer to get one of the rooms secured for us. I declined champagne. This way she could bring it home. As discussed, I don’t need it, its not why I’m there. So she disappeared for a while to get that all squared away and I watched the stage show. Nobody was sitting at the stage, but occasionally guys would walk up and drop money.
Then the highlight of the night. The dj made the following announcement, “Gentleman, please remove all hats and headwear for the rest of the night. Thank you.” I quickly scan the room and only see three guys wearing hats. They’re all together at the bar and aren’t about to remove anything. They’re obviously pimps, or wanna be pimps, with their hats cocked to the side and dew rags under them, obnoxious jewelry, SUNGLASSES, standing at the bar chatting to the girls, but refusing to get dances. And by asking them to remove their hats, it’s the clubs way of knocking them off their game and/or getting rid of undesirables. Well, they keep their hats on, so eventually the bouncer walks over and tells them to remove their hats. Clearly this is offensive to a pimp. Nobody tells him what to do, especially in front of a lady, because he needs to show he’s the alpha male. Well they refuse. More bouncers show up and so does someone who I think is the owner. At this point, the guys are booted. Two leave willingly, but one has to prove he’s the man and put up a fight. But since he’s a pimp, he’s obviously a pussy, so it’s a verbal fight. I didn’t really read lips too much other than, “This is bullshit.” I could speculate more as to what this pimp was calling them, but that’s irrelevant to the report. Needless to say I desperately wanted to go give the pimp some shit, but I didn’t think management would appreciate me inciting a brawl.
With the scumbags bounced, I focused my attention back on the stage. Ultra thin black chick with some good moves was on the main. I still don’t know how she did it, but somehow she was hanging off two little bars on the ceiling that are about 2 feet in front of the stage that I didn’t even know existed. And I’m pretty sure they have nothing to do with stage dancing and are just inexplicably there, but she found a way to get to them and use them. When she returned to the stage I went up and dropped off a couple bucks for her performance and sat back down and patiently waited.
Eventually the private dance room set up is all squared away and we head in there. A bouncer comes in with our hors d’oeuvres plate and partitions it off so we have privacy. We chill for about 15 minutes eating and talking. I’d like to point out that at no point during our discussion on the floor did I negotiate for any services. I merely asked what she’d charge me for her time and agreed to it.
WARNING: PERVERSION AHEAD. GENWAR, STOP READING!
We eventually put down the plate and she undresses, and I removed my button down shirt and she gave me a dance for a minute or two. She pulls up my t-shirt and licks both of my nipples for a few minutes. Only one chick I ever banged had done that to me before. I forget who it was, but it’s cool because my nips are sensitive. She knows I like her tits and so she rubs them across my crotch and into my hands, back and forth for a bit. She then begins to tug on my pants waist band a bit and I slide up and help her pull them down some. Naturally I’m not wearing underwear, exposing my hard dick. She takes my dick into her hand and then places it between her tits. I push her huge tits together while she moves her body up and down a bit. I LOVE tittyfucking. I’m slightly irritated by my pants being around my knees, restricting my movement. So I have her back off for a bit while I removed my shoes and pants. Now that my motion is free from the waist down I was able to open my legs up wider giving her better access to all of my important parts.
Naturally with such great access to my manhood she resumes focusing her attention to that section. Using her tongue to trace my package and lick both of my balls in a swirling manner. Working her way down to my lower scrotum with her tongue (There is some debate that it might have been the taint, but the judges ruled it was the lower scrotum). After some time in that region she started working the tip of my dick with her tongue. Licking around it and then taking it into her mouth. She started to use her hand on my shaft while sucking the tip for a minute or two while I traced my hands through her hair. She eventually stops, looks up at me and says, “Do you want to fuck me?”
I couldn’t think of any reason not to fuck her. So I said, “Yah, sure. Actually I’ve got a condom in my pocket, if you want to.” Which sounds weird for me to say. I was suggesting we’d fuck and if and only if SHE wanted me to wear a condom I would. What I meant by it was, that if she wanted to fuck, I had a condom to wear. But I phrased it terribly. No matter, I grabbed my pants and pulled out one of the condoms and gave it to her. She had one on her too (a Magnum) and we compared for a bit. I used to wear magnums, but something happened. I don’t get as hard as I used to and I’ve lost both a little length and girth. So now I just go with regular fitting ones (Trojan, durex are still too tight). And again, because of my old age, any stoppage in action results in me starting to lose my hard on. So she promptly started to suck my cock again while I played with her more than a handful tits until I was hard. She then opened up the condom, and slid it on my dick.
I stayed seated as she straddled me and slid my cock into her pussy. She was facing me with her boobs very near my face. I had one hand on her hip, and one hand squeezing her tits while thrusting my dick into her as she moved up and down on it. I can’t say enough about her boobs. They’re phenomenal. They’re large and soft, yet they don’t sag too much. The fact that they’re that big, yet don’t sag makes me think they’re fake, yet they don’t feel fake. And I’ve spent plenty of time feeling them. Anyway, we proceed like this for a while and I suck on her tits while squeezing them as she bounces on my cock. Eventually we changed positions.
We both stood up, I had her lean forward, facing the couch, with her hands on the top of the couch and I entered her from behind. I pumped away with both my hands on her hips for a bit and would occasionally slide a hand down and squeeze one of her boobs. I changed my method a bit from in and out pumping to more of a side to side swirl for the hell of it, for a few moments. Then I went back to both hands on her hips, pulling her towards me as I was thrusting into her. This went on for some time, until I was about to cum. At which point, I grabbed both of her tits with my hand and made one last thrust and just kept pushing in harder and harder while my cock exploded, squeezing her tits firmly.
I grabbed the base of the condom and slowly pulled out. We both plop down on the couch and she grabs a napkin and removes the condom. I clean up a bit and put my pants back on. Once I was all settled, I could feel that my body heat had rose a bit. We spent another 15 minutes or so talking about a broad range of topics; travel, religion, business, etc. Eventually we got fully dressed. Gave each other a hug and kiss. I wished her good luck for the rest of the night and made my way out to the car.
mortalman
02-25-2007, 09:32 AM
(There is some debate that it might have been the taint, but the judges ruled it was the lower scrotum).
This line really gave me a good laugh ;D
Thanks Sandy, cheers :beer:
GenWar
02-25-2007, 10:36 AM
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WARNING: PERVERSION AHEAD. GENWAR, STOP READING!
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*ROFL*
C'mon Sandy. You know me better than that. I have nothing against the activities of 2 consenting adults. Your lady in the story obviously knew what she was doing, so why would I object.
Although, when sander8son uses the word "perversion", I was expecting a bit more. Honestly, I waited to finish lunch before reading further. So I was a tad disappointed...
Overall, good report. Remember, my philosophy/advocacy is that strip clubs don't have to be whore houses and one should never assume that they are. Nor should one assume that dancers are, by nature, whores. But, if they are, and that is what you seek, more power to you.
-gen
sander8son
02-25-2007, 10:39 AM
heheh, i know. i just like to give you a hard time. I'm more of a theoretical freak than an actual one.
Jenny
02-25-2007, 12:29 PM
Although, when sander8son uses the word "perversion", I was expecting a bit more. Honestly, I waited to finish lunch before reading further. So I was a tad disappointed...
Yeah, I was expecting at least a foot to be broken off in someone's ass...
LOL Sandy. an entertaining TR.
You have more nerve than I do. Hell, I think you have more nerve than Mr P. Here you are nearly bare assed nekkid rear pounding on some stripper. Your brand new SC pants tossed over in a pile somewhere. What if the bouncer had reached in a snagged your pants and held them for ransom? What if LE just happened, at that moment, to bust the club?
"Officer, its not what you think. You see..well..uh...Ive been having some problems down there and...well...this woman...she's not really a stripper...except on weekends maybe...but wouldn't you know it...she a proctologist...and she offered to check things out for me. Wasn't that great and how often will a doctor give you free advise? Why was I behind her? Uh...well...yeah...you see...she asked me to bend over the chair...proctologists do that, right?... but it's so dark in here I really couldn't tell exactly what she meant. And...so...she bent over to demonstrate the position but I still couldn't see well enough, so I had to get up close..."
The aggravation of pants around your ankles seems like a minor irritation and a small price to pay.
FBR
Richard_Head
02-25-2007, 02:52 PM
Nice TR sandy, it more than makes up for the aborted TR. I'm not sure which part I liked best, the negotiation part perhaps, or maybe the part about the pimps, or maybe even the part about the limp willy. Good stuff.
sander8son
02-25-2007, 06:33 PM
LOL Sandy. an entertaining TR.
You have more nerve than I do. Hell, I think you have more nerve than Mr P. Here you are nearly bare assed nekkid rear pounding on some stripper. Your brand new SC pants tossed over in a pile somewhere. What if the bouncer had reached in a snagged your pants and held them for ransom? What if LE just happened, at that moment, to bust the club?
"Officer, its not what you think. You see..well..uh...Ive been having some problems down there and...well...this woman...she's not really a stripper...except on weekends maybe...but wouldn't you know it...she a proctologist...and she offered to check things out for me. Wasn't that great and how often will a doctor give you free advise? Why was I behind her? Uh...well...yeah...you see...she asked me to bend over the chair...proctologists do that, right?... but it's so dark in here I really couldn't tell exactly what she meant. And...so...she bent over to demonstrate the position but I still couldn't see well enough, so I had to get up close..."
The aggravation of pants around your ankles seems like a minor irritation and a small price to pay.
FBR
Ahhh FBR, so naive... Its Rhode Island... It was all legal. And if the bouncer stole my pants, I wouldve just walked around naked. I Love showing off my junk. You should know that by now. }:D As for having more nerve than mr p... you're way off. I'm still no where near his level. I assume he was yawning through all of this.
Thanks Mortal and DickHead for the compliments. Sorry you guys weren't there to witness it.
Jenny, contrary to how I am on SW, I'm a giant push over in real life. But its served me well in clubs. I'll take a pitty fuck.
Ahhh FBR, so naive... Its Rhode Island... It was all legal. And if the bouncer stole my pants, I wouldve just walked around naked. I Love showing off my junk. You should know that by now. }:D As for having more nerve than mr p... you're way off. I'm still no where near his level. I assume he was yawning through all of this.
Honestly sandy I was in Southern Ohio mode where if you even show the tip you get kicked out. But I do have to wonder about you saying you are way below the punkster. So far as I can remember hes never admitted to discarding his pants. I mean, having the balls to kick your pants off and being bare ass naked puts you up there with the Immortals.
FBR
Casual Observer
02-25-2007, 07:39 PM
What if the bouncer had reached in a snagged your pants and held them for ransom? What if LE just happened, at that moment, to bust the club?
Hehe...it's Providence. Anything goes. I've seen more than one on-duty police patrol stop in for tits and beer.
mr_punk
02-25-2007, 08:22 PM
A few months back I purchased new perv pants. Basically they’re basketball warm-up pants that have some weight and thickness to them, but are ultra smooth feeling.are you talking about the kind the the pros wear? you know, with the snaps on the side. hmmmm...roomy in the crotch, provides easy access (sans underwear) and low coefficient of friction. it sounds like a good choice.
They’re obviously pimps, or wanna be pimps, with their hats cocked to the side and dew rags under them, obnoxious jewelry, SUNGLASSES, standing at the bar chatting to the girls, but refusing to get dances.LOL...this is why every sc needs to have metal detectors.
There is some debate that it might have been the taint, but the judges ruled it was the lower scrotumah yes, The Taint Rule: the scrotum must lie across (or cover) the bridge of the nose like a pair of spectecles. additionally, she must lick somewhere near (or below) the midway point between the top of the sack and the asshole.