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Everybody is focused on the couple of early lame dancers. If you fast forward down to the last few paragraphs, stat was in his boxers with a hot stripper full body grinding on him and (unless I misread) he had a very happy ending. Based on that, I think its a great club ;D We're not allowed to do that here. We have to take her to the RR.
FBR
datchapin
06-25-2007, 01:32 PM
So the other weekend me and my homeboy are leaving a sporting event. It was around 2. We're cruising the highway when he says. Wanna hit up some strip clubs? To which I responded by going over three lanes and got off at the next exit. Dude owes me money so I'm like it's payback time. Now let me say this. This dude I'm rolling with introduced me to my homeclub, so I'm thinking this dude knows the deal. Plus on the way to the event he was just ticking off names of clubs that were good. So I figured I could trust his judgement. It should be clear by the end of this report how wrong I was.
So I picked the first club, which was the first one we saw and one I had read alot about. We hop out the car and go in. Girl at the door says it's five to get in. She actually looks good and as I'm pulling out my money to cover me and my homeboy he starts chatting up this chick. I don't mind, except, well I do mind, the dude started talking about it's supposed to be free entry during the day. The chick is friendly and all and I'm fucking embarrased so I just put down the dime entry fee for the both of us and apologize as we make our way in. So we get in and find some seats. I usually don't go during the day so it took some time for my eyes to adjust. Hell even when we found a table and sat down I could barely fucking see my homeboy. So we sit and scope out the place. It's not a bad lay out and there's some chicks in the place so I'm thinking it's cool. We didn't see a waitress during the first song so I got up and went to the bar to get a sprite. I come back and take a seat and wingman says the place sucks. I'm ask why he said that and he says, cuz' no girls have come up to us. I reply maybe the girls can't see us as dark as it is, they had some huge ass chairs so if they walked behind us they totally wouldn't know. So as I sit there I spot a girl I want to get a dance from. This girl looks like a hustler because she is just hitting up everybody and as she makes her way towards us she finds a mark. Awww that sucked, oh well. A couple of songs go by and my friend starts bitching about no chicks coming up to us. I suggest maybe he should tip the stage at which point he says the talent ain't on stage yet. He had a point the finer meat... j/k girls were on the floor. He then says we should leave, I tell him to wait one more song. I really wanted to get some dances from the girl I had seen earlier. So the song ends and as it's ending a different girl comes up to us. She looks nice and if my wingman wasn't being such a bitch I would have gotten a dance from her, I signaled her to him as in, hey they do come up to us, so chill out. He wasn't buying it though. As it was I declined and said we were about to leave. So she leaves and we start getting up. As I get up the girl I really wanted to get a dance from stops a few feet from me and nails me on the spot with her eyes. I'm thinking my money sees a person that wants to take better care of it. I smile and she smiles back. I look to my wingman, but he's already heading out the door. I look back at this girl and she knows what's going on, she says it's okay and invites me to come back and then waves good-bye. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fine I wave and take my leave. I should have said 2 songs. I haven't been back to that club,yet, but you can bet your ass once football season starts I'm gonna spend more time there. Anyways, I make my way out and on the way out stop by the counter and tip the doorgirl. She gives me this smile and says, hope to see you again. I said, don't worry we might be back again and she responds, just you. Damn, guess my wingman didn't leave a good impression. lol. Fuck it off to the next club.
So wingman picks the next club and when we get there, it's closed. WTF?! Whatever there was another club right behind it. I shit you not we could see it from this places parking lot. My wingman says it's a cool club so I'm thinking it's close and no skin off my back. We hit it up. We walk in free entry. Not bad, we take a seat and there's a waitress waiting for our drink order, not bad. Then I look around and there are only 2 girls working. 2 girls, there's like three tables with customers and only 2 chicks working. Oh this was the kicker, one was onstage and the other in the DJ booth. I turned to my wingman and say, if there ain't a girl on the floor by the time I finish my sprite we are out. So after the chick leaves the stage and goes to chat with the DJ. As soon as I see this, I take my sprite fuck the straw and down that bitch. While I like choppers and if I was bored enough might have not minded watching the one on-stage, this was not that time. So we're cruising now and my wingman has the audacity to try and knock the place I picked first. The argument quickly escalated and then I made him STFU. He picked a club that was closed and followed that with a club with only 2 chicks neither of which were working their shit. Man it felt great to vent a little bit.
So after this argument he offers to make it up by taking me to a spot that he says always satisfies. Dancers aren't the only ones that can spit game and he convinced me. So we head to this other place. Little dump out in the middle of nowhere. Okay, I exaggerate, but after all the twists and turns this dude leads me through to get to what I felt was boondock capital that's how it felt. So we go in, no cover, so that's a plus, I guess. We sit down and a waitress comes right over. That's cool, I order my sprite and begin scanning the place. It's nice, spacious..... ghetto. I mean the poles on the stage aren't even poles they're support beams. I won't lie I did kinda wanna see if any girl would pull off a move on it. Oh yeah, there were some girls there. None of them were above average. So I think I'll wait awhile, maybe the better looking ones are in the dressing room. A song goes by and no girls come out of the dressing room. About halfway through the second song we're approached by this girl. She asks if we want some company. I'm kinda iffy, but the wingman nodded at me so I concede. She takes a seat and I ask if she wants a drink. Usually, I don't break girls down as much because they meet my looks criteria and hence are afforded leniency. This chick didn't fit that bill and I watched her think, not pick her drink of choice, but scan her mental drink inventory according to price. A smile came on her face as she accepted my offer. I turned to my wingman to ask if he was gonna want anything else and looked at him with a questioning expression on my face. The girl called over the waitress during this time. My wingman looked at me trying to let me know everything was cool. Okay, fine, I'll go with it. After the last few clubs I'm a little on edge. So the waitress comes over and we place our order. She comes back and I was right. She ordered a more expensive drink than normal. This girl had just used this to gauge how easy I would be to scam. Not hustle, this girl was looking to scam me. I played along. Didn't say a word as I payed. As soon as the waitress leaves the girl pops the question. Want to buy some dances? I replied, not yet, I want to sit and chill a little bit first. She says that's cool that she has to go freshen up real quick and she'll be right back. Now I don't get how stupid this bitch thinks we are, but she doesn't even go to the dressing room, she goes and plops her ass down with one of the other girls in the corner. I turn to my partner and ask wtf man, lets bounce. He tells me to chill out the dances are well worth the money. I'm thinking this dude's on crack at this point, I could fucking blow all these dancers skills out of the damn water and this dude is giving me this shit. I'm thinking this dude must have me waiting for someone in particular I lean back in the chair and pull in a deep breath. Then I call over a different waitress then the one that took our order earlier and when she gets there I ask her to do me the favor of taking the girls drink to her. The waitress refuses, saying verbatum. “Fuck that bitch, I don't deal with that slut, if it wasn't cuz' I need the money I'd beat that disease infested putas ass!” I smiled at that, thought it was funny. I asked why she said that. She answered in a matter of fact way, the bitch don't use condoms and as many mutherfuckas as she fucks it's just the way it is. WTF!? I looked at my partner and he just smiled. I took the girls drink and slammed it. Problem solved, I got up told Joe (The wingman, who I shoulda given a name from the getgo, but forgot.) We're outta here, slammed my sprite tipped the waitress and left. We had us another argument outside the club and then left. Joe was no longer allowed to freely voice his opinion. He's like oh, 80 lbs. Heavier than me, but he knows I can beat his ass and was at the point where I would do it, plus I'm the ride so he was in no position to really do anything.
datchapin
06-25-2007, 01:32 PM
So I get back to semi-familiar territory and pick the next club we're going to. It turned out to be less than 10 mins. From the little dump we had just left. We pull in and my mood is getting better. There's a good number of cars in the lot and I just feel like this place got to have girls. We get out and go in to pay our cover. As soon as I open the door I see 2 fine asses in thongs going back into the club. A smile is now on my face. Not only does this place have girls, but good security as well. I'm emptying my pockets to go through the metal detector as Joe strolls right up to the desk. I pause to see what he's doing and am about to continue when the doorgirl tells him he can't go inside. I grab a cigarette and reach for my lighter as this bit of news reaches my ears. The doorgirl is telling Joe, “We can't allow you inside without verifying your age. We need an I.D. Sir.” Joe argued a little while, and I began putting my things back in my pockets. It did cross my mind to leave him outside in the car without the keys while I had a good time, but I was just not feeling the cruelty at that moment. Lucky Joe. Once we got in the car I went off on him, WTF kind of idiot goes strip clubbing without an I.D. I mean I don't give a fuck how old you are a fucking I.D or DL is essential for these types of activities. A home club where your recognized, okay I can give you that, but this mutherfucker here. I went off on him and he just passively sat there and took it, which pissed me off even more and made me go off on him even more. So once I got to the point where I had nothing else to off on him for I ask. You wanna hit up that one club. There's this club near his pad that I've never been to before and seeing as I'm a drop him off anyways, I thought it'd be a good place to at least cool down.
We get to the club and as we get out I told Joe. “If I don't like this place you're walking home.” He laughed at that until he came around the corner and saw I wasn't joking. We're like less than a mile away from his pad and the dude needs to shed some pounds so I wasn't bullshitting. It wasn't that bad and I would get a kick out of riding next to him for the start of his journey. So he quit laughing and smiling asking me a few times if I was serious as we made our way in. We sit down and an older waitress comes to our table almost immediately. I order another sprite. I look around and this place is tiny, there was only one stage, one bar, and the LD area was in plain view. Also it was clear, not like walking into a cave or anything. So that was nice. There are like 4 girls sitting at the bar and the stage is empty. The girls at the bar look average, I see some nicer looking girls already chatting up customers. It was like 3 other chicks. Joe was still bugging me about if I was really gonna make him walk home. I told him to quit worrying about it, the place looks better than expected. Two stages, damn I almost forgot the second stage is just like this little box off to the side and nobody used it so it almost slipped my mind. So our drinks arrive and I lean back in my chair thinking this is a pretty relaxing place when the music starts playing, heavy metal, Rob Zombie if I'm not mistaken. That was a pleasant surprise, I look to the stage to see who would choose this music and had my drink not been sitting on the table I might have dropped it. This girl is stepping out, long wavy jet black hair flowing a few inches below her collarbone. Eye-liner so heavy it looks almost goth, but this girl isn't that pale. She had a belt on her neck, a tube top black, belts on her arms like bracelets, cuchie cutters black, I take that back hotpants black, thick torn black fishnet stockings and thigh high heavy leather boots with a ton of buckles. Girls belly was flatter than a surfboard, and her hips had that wine glass effect. Her ass didn't stick out to far in the back, but the balance she struck was awesome. Her legs or what I could see were nice and thick, they didn't look like they turned into chicken legs and I couldn't imagine her having chicken legs. Anyways how she looked isn't what really caught me. It was the way she moved that caught my attention. She walked quickly to the front of the stage, but her walk was different. Her hips shifted differently, exaggeratedly, but natural at the same time. This was her natural walk and it was awesome. It wasn't like step shift, step shift. The shifting was so fluid it was almost like an optical illusion. Side to side her hips swiveled and then she stopped and I closed my mouth. She looked around the nearly empty room and then began dancing. Not like she was dancing for an empty room, but like she was trying to set the damn stage on fire. She began swiveling her hips and it was like them Shakira swivels bam to the side bam to the other side. Then planted her foot down and did this thing that looked like a belly dance move, but instead of back an forth it was a side motion. Like as soon as her foot hit the stage a wave went through her body and arms as she extended them outwards and spun. As she spun she kicked her leg around to get more momentum and lowered her body as she spun. Her arms followed her body and she stopped the spin when her leg that had kicked out dragged on the stage, she was already shifting her weight again and was already on all fours. She started popping her ass to the music with a quickness and every few pops she would throw one in where her body would slide back with the pop. At this time I now found myself at the tip rail. She spotted me and did this trick that left me speechless. She put her elbow on her hips and swung her hips around. She spun like 90 degrees and twisted her body while opening her legs. She landed with her legs wide open in front of me right on her ass and I thought she was gonna do that thing where they walk up to you in that position by shifting their weight on their asses. You know the one where they walk with their legs in the air making little circles. Well, I was wrong, she kept the momentum going and spun her legs around. From my vantage point I couldn't see how she did this, but her ass left the stage as she brought her body around and spun her body. She landed on the front of her boots. Not the bottom, but the fronts. She lowered herself and leaned back arching her back until she was looking at me upside down. Am I painting a decent picture, my words don't feel like they do her justice, but I'm trying. Lol. She hung there for a second, smiled and said hi. I opened my mouth and mouthed the word hi back, but I didn't hear anything come from my throat. She leaned forward again and did that ass-popping thing again. She danced for me like that a few moments and then was close enough that her feet hung off the stage she leaned back again and pressed her back against me and reached back and palmed one of my cheeks and asked. “Did you like that?” I wanted to be all loud and say fuck yeah, that was the fucking shit etc. etc., but all that came out was a little, yeah, it was cool. She then turned around and touched her cheek to my cheek and said thank you. Now, I can't remember the last time I tipped all my ones, but this was the first time that I tipped all my ones and threw in a pair of 5's. I went back to my seat to catch my breath. I looked back onstage and there was nobody else tipping. I had gotten so caught up I hadn't even noticed I was the only one up there. I took a sip of my sprite and Joe comments that she's pretty good. At which point I bully him into tipping her. I don't know how much he tipped, but what matters is he tipped. When he got back to the table I told him to give me the money he owed, which he did. This girl I'm gonna call her misfit. (My ignorant selfs favorite incredible talent.) finished up her set. You know it's weird at this point all the shit that had preceded seemed inconsequential. I saw her come out of the back and talk to the bartender. She then comes over to our table and asks if I wanna dance. I stupidly misinterpret this, which is like I hear that shit all the time, but for some reason the answer that comes out is. “I'm sorry I can't dance right now.” She must have misheard me to because she was about to ask Joe when I come to my senses. I put my hand on hers to get her attention as she had it on the table and when she turns to me I'm big cheesing and say. Fuck yeah I wanna buy some dances. The smile she gave me was one that clearly said, I'm trying my hardest not to laugh at you. So she then takes my hand and leads me to the LD area. I couldn't help, but smile because it was such a short trip.
So we get there and I sit down and sink a little bit. I smile at this as well because I think, damn this shit has totally been abused. I don't complain, because for all I know this might be the best seat. She falls into the seat right next to me and says. You don't mind if we wait a little bit? I don't really like the music thats playing right now. I don't mind. So she asks me if I hit the SC's a lot. At this point I relate the days events with her, and touch on how often I've been in the past few weeks and ask her if she thinks I go a lot. She doesn't give me a clear answer instead saying thats cool. She comments that she used to work at one of the clubs I had gone to earlier and that she would love to work at the one with the bike on stage. She asks what I'm drinking and when I tell her she gives me this look like, I must be joking. She looked like she was about to say something, but at that moment a song she liked came on and she asked instead if I was ready. As ready as I'll ever be. So she gets up and turns around ass facing me she begins a series of gyrations which leave my head vibrating. For the first time in my life I think I hallucinated during the dance, because I could almost swear to you I saw her ass was shaking so fast I thought I saw shaking on top of shaking. I put my hands on the seats thinking for some reason it would steady me. Then she turned around and straddled me, I didn't move my hands for the rest of that dance. She was shaking on top of me and I thought to myself, this girl is a fucking monster. Every few beats she would gyrate hard enough that we would sink further into the seat and come back up. Each time she did this I thought I was gonna get stuck, but the I was enjoying it so much I didn't care. She went through a few other positions until the song finally finished. She didn't take her top or bottoms off at all and while almost any other time that would have gotten to me, the dance was so great I didn't care. Matter of fact I was speechless as I reached into my pocket to pull out the money to pay her. As she sat next to me and she asked if I drank. I said once in a while. To which she asked “Would you accompany me as into a state of slight inebriation?” I later found out she used to be a librarian, a revelation that floored me. I looked at her and said I'm not sure, I didn't really know what she meant and then she made it clear. Do a shot with me, she said. I said I shouldn't. She related to me how hard it was to find someone to do shots with her and how her drinking buddy, another dancer was sick. I thought fuck it. So I asked what she wanted to drink. Her answer was immediate. Four horsemen. I never had this so I said I'd take the same. She called the waitress over and we ordered our drinks. The waitress left, but before she did she smiled at us and said. “So you finally found someone huh?” I didn't know what that was all about so I asked. She explained to me how few people were willing to match her drink for drink and I thought, what exactly did I get myself into here. So the drinks get there and we toast and down the hatchet. OMG, if you haven't tried four horsemen I recommend it, unless you're a lightweight than maybe you shouldn't even touch the stuff. She shit burned so good and kicked like a damn mule. It left a peppermint taste on my mouth that was actually pleasant. So we begin conversing and I find out this is one of the coolest chicks I've ever met. We talked for a while and then we did another shot of 4 horsemen, this time the waitress joined us with the shot as well. The waitress chatted with us a little bit and I thought, she was pretty cool to. After a while Misfit asked for my #, I produced a sharpie which is always on me to which her face lit up and she said. “That's fucking awesome, I love sharpies, Chapin you fucking rock!” she took down my number and as we talked I ended up making a list of movies she recommended, I haven't found them all, but the ones I've seen thus far have been pretty good. I asked for another dance which she went up to the DJ booth to request one of her songs and on the way back stopped at the bar. As she stood at the bar she started dancing. This should tell you how empty this place really was as far as customers is concerned, because the DJ playing a song for a private dance isn't something I ever expected. Anyways, Misfit comes back with two more shots of 4 horsemen. She bought one for me because I was so awesome. Lol, at least thats what she said. So I get the dance and with how much time has passed it's the last one I would get, but it was still badass. After the dance I ask if her stage set is her normal routine. She laughs and says, “Fuck no, I was just having fun and doing my thing, when this place gets full I can't dance like that. Guys don't wanna see that.” What a shame, I thought. This girl was so much fun to hang out with she made my ATF list. I mean it usually takes multiple visits to accomplish that, but this girl was talented and engaging and funny as shit. We did one more round of shots before I left. She touched her cheek to mine and said to come back to see her soon. Yes sir, you know I will. I got Joe and we bounced. This chicks energy was so contagious that as I walked to the car my head was bouncing to a beat nobody else but I could hear. Lol even though the trip started off badly, to me it was well worth it.
lestat1
06-25-2007, 10:00 PM
Sound advice Sporty, and close to what I'd planned on doing.
Doc, Gen;
Were it not for my ATF, I'd be curious to see what an hour or hour and a half drive could bring in terms of a different (better) type of club to visit, but right now my ATF is where it's at. :)
So my new friend/ATF called me first, much to my surprise. I really wasn't expecting that. She was looking for some information, and after a few text messages and quick calls over a couple of days there has been no mention of me coming to see her in the club.
I'm rather anxious to visit her in the club again, more so than outside of the club. In the club I know the deal, what to do, and what to expect from her. It feels comfortable. Outside the club is uncharted territory and actually stressful for me. Also, I'm not clear on what she meant about friends and money not working out well, and if that meant she wasn't looking to have me as a customer. I have a feeling a phone call or two will clear that up, but I'm left trying to come up with a reason to call her. When we last chatted my girlfriend was in town and she said to call her when I could. I overthink things too much.
In other post-trip report news, my e-mail to the club manager has gone unanswered. It was a complaint e-mail, but phrased incredibly calmy and practically. I acknowledged that there was likely nothing to be done about my bad experience, and asked what, if anything, I should do in the future if it should happen again (is there a manager on duty to speak with, etc.). I'm not too surprised, but at the same time, that was likely the most professional, reasonable, and well-written e-mail they've ever received. You'd think they'd respond, if only from the shock that it wasn't: "Dude, yer gurls r hawt but to much $$!!!1!!!11!1!"
Howie
06-26-2007, 09:56 PM
datchapin your TR reminds me why I always go to SC alone. I’m either having a great time and by buddies want to leave or they’re drunk and obnoxious and I don’t want to be around them.
I had stopped by my favorite club during the day time knowing my dancer from previous TRs (I’ll refer to her as A) wouldn’t be working and I could see what else was on the buffet. Her best friend (B) works the day shift and I was hoping to see her as previous experience with her was really good. B knows my relationship (if you can call it that) with A, but she’ll dance for me even after A has told her to stay away from me. How do I know this? One day before A came in for the night shift, B was working the days and I got there early and took B into VIP and we had a lot of fun. Not the extent that A and I have had, but rules were broken.
After taking my seat, I scanned the room looking for B, but I was out of luck. Didn’t recognize any of the dancers and because the day shift was only there another hour and I had to get out of there before A came in, I asked the first dancer that came up to me for the VIP experience. She wasn’t a beauty, but I figured I could have some fun with her. Her dances were somewhat lame and as I’m sitting there I had time to contemplate why I go to strip clubs. Funny how your mind drifts when the dancer doesn’t seem too interested in what she’s doing. I do a couple of dances before I tell her no more. She asks if I’m leaving and said I was as soon as I finish my drink.
I ask if she knows B and why she wasn’t working today. She does, and said that B was out of town for awhile. I had heard from A that she had been charged with her third DUI and might have to do some time. So I said “I bet she’s in jail for drunk driving”. The dancer looked at me and asked how I knew that. “Just a wild guess.” She went on to say that “Yes, she had to do 30 days.” Sold her car and was riding a bike to work. Won’t be able to get her license back for 10 years. How do you ride a bike with six inch platforms?
So I left wondering why I even went in. Didn’t enjoy myself. I feel like A gave me such a GFE when I visited her, that I’m not going to be able to enjoy a more normal visit. BTW, she had been calling and texting me for a couple of weeks before, but I didn’t answer or return calls. I think she finally gave up. If I could have only seen her ITC, I might still be spending $300 a week on her. But the constant pressure to take things OTC and her chaotic personal life left me wanting to distance myself. I’m just glad she doesn’t know my real name or where I live.
Since I’ve curtailed my spending at the club, my cash position has started to grow. My wife even commented that I wasn’t taking as much cash via the ATM as I used to, so I started building a war chest for my trip to Vegas next August. I plan to blow a wad in more ways than one.
mr_punk
06-27-2007, 02:31 PM
Everybody is focused on the couple of early lame dancers. If you fast forward down to the last few paragraphs, stat was in his boxers with a hot stripper full body grinding on him and (unless I misread) he had a very happy ending.it was his ATF, FBR. getting mileage from an ATF is like having sex with the wife. no surprise there.
it was his ATF, FBR. getting mileage from an ATF is like having sex with the wife. no surprise there.
Point taken, Mr P, but I guess I'm surprised that stat wasted his time and money playing Lewis and Clark with a slam dunk already there. And no one pointed that out to him. Good quality strange isn't easy to get anywhere but especially in a strip club.
I'm among the fallen PLs. I am a believer. She might actually want to be friends. Maybe. Do you think?
You seem resigned to her going away but if you like her you should set up the mechanisms for staying in touch with her. Why not? In my case, I'm very fond of Miss D as a person as well as a woman I enjoy spurting my cum on. Like your ATF, it is inevitable that Miss D will move on with her life at some point. But should that occur and she came back into town and invited me to join her for a drink I would do it. I mean, I have drinks and boring conversation with customers all the time so surely I could force myself to have an adult beverage with an attractive woman. And you never know...I might get lucky.
FBR
SportsWriter2
06-27-2007, 05:59 PM
I'm very fond of Miss D as a person as well as a woman I enjoy spurting my cum on.
Life doesn't get any better than that, except maybe in Indianapolis. :-\
lestat1
06-27-2007, 07:54 PM
Well I called her (my ATF) the other night. She was at work but we chatted for ten minutes or so (dressing rooms are apparently rather noisy places - sheesh). Anyway, she asked me out to lunch and said she'd call later this week to set it up. I chickened out on asking the question in my head, which is: "So what's going on? You want me in the club or no? Are you really looking to be my friend?" Time will tell, and keeping it casual is best. *sigh*
I have a girlfriend and I'm not looking to cheat, but my relationship is nearing its end as she'll soon be moving a plane ride away for the next 6 years. So keeping options open is good, as is simply having a friend in the area. Meanwhile I just have to fight the urge to go visit her in the club until I know if she's still cool with that.
I_luv_dancers!
06-28-2007, 06:19 AM
Anyway, she asked me out to lunch and said she'd call later this week to set it up. I chickened out on asking the question in my head, which is: "So what's going on? You want me in the club or no? Are you really looking to be my friend?" Time will tell, and keeping it casual is best. *sigh*
I think you did the right thing by not asking that question. The truth will reveal itself. As you said "Time will tell". You've already hit the jackpot with an OTC proposal. See if it actually materializes in a lunch date and take it from there. Stay cool.
doc-catfish
06-30-2007, 02:10 PM
Well, last week I took a short disc golfing vacation up to Iowa. Had a very satisfying 13 dance session with my Des Moines "mistress" on Monday night, but hey if you know me by now, I'd rather entertain you with tales of sadness and woe. So let's forward things to Tuesday.
Tuesday night I found myself in Cedar Rapids, IA, and just needed to kill some time and since sitting at the Motel 6 watching HBO is sort of lame, I thought I'd hit this place close to my motel called Lumberyard 2.
LY2 had made some national headlines recently when a customer was arrested there for not paying for his lap dances, an incident which perhaps had some bearing on how my trip turned out.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/06/18/ap/strange/main2945867.shtml
So I get there around 10:15ish or so with my cooler full of Sierra Mist (its a BYOB club) and find out that its FREE PORN night. I get a free DVD of whatever POS flick the local smut shop couldn't sell in its bargain bin. I decided to pass on the trinket and take a seat.
The tables here were rather weird. Each table had a big hole in the center and in the hole was a big galvanized washtub in which a guy would dump buckets of ice for everyone's beers. I looked at the design of the place, and much like its sister club Lumberyard 1 in Des Moines which I had made a trip to some three years earlier. It looked like a jungle gym, albeit not as bad.
:O
So I decided to check out the talent. For a town CR's size, this wasn't a bad selection of girls. A lot of them looked skinny and anorexic but like that's anything new. I tipped a couple of blonde gals at the stage and they do a "stevie" (boobs in the face) thing on me, just like back home. Not that I mind the whole boobs in the face thing, but c'mon put some variety into it damnit. And when the dancer has A cups, taking a tip between her boobs just looks plain ol' silly. Nonetheless, you get a pretty good show at the stage here for a measley dollar.
But hey, I came for some LD action right? Well, not a lot of it. The previous night's cleaning out left the war chest a little depleted and this was going to be more of an exploratory trip anyways, so I only had about $200 on me, which I might be willing to spend if the right lady put me in the right mood. And there were certainly enough girls here to find that one lady, the question was whom would it be?
Eventually, a gal makes her way over (not LD material) sees that I'm drinking a Sierra Mist, and asks if I have one for her. I pull one out of the cooler for her in a gesture of good will, and then the hustle begins. After about two minutes of being asked questions of why I was in town, blah, blah, blah, she implies that we should "go have some fun". I likewise imply that my fun would be limited to tipping the stage. And she quickly leaves, initially leaving a slightly drank Sierra Mist at my table (which she eventually picks up).
As I'm sitting there, making various trips up to the stage to tip I notice how short the songs are being cut, somewhere between 2/12 to 3 minutes. Now, if you've been in an Iowa BYOB club before, you know that dances are almost universally $25 a pop, and the clubs take a percentage of the lap dance money (since they don't have liquor licenses). Every club counts songs and makes the dancers pay for them afterwards. Usually with good grindage to make up for it. If you've been to Iowa, you also know that it isn't exactly Manhattan in terms of people with disposable income, so you always wonder why they charge so much higher than comparative clubs.
In any regard, $25 for a full song is about the maximum I will pay for a LD. I had read about cutting songs at both Lumberyard clubs on SCL and TUSCL, so it wasn't exactly a surprise. But here, I am in a situation where I'm going to have to bite the bullet and pay that much for a song cut to about 3/4 length if I want one. I consider just making this an eye candy trip, but eventually the hottest girl I saw that night makes her way over, and I figure my curiosity got the better of me.
So we make the walk to the PD room. As usual there's a floater there, and as usual we can't even enter the damned room until the song begins (you know the one I'm paying $25 for all 2:45 of). We sit outside the room and wait and I try to get acquainted and we barely have time to exchange names before the song change (at 2:45 they tend to go fast you know). She whisks me away into the room, which is rather large. There are about 40 booths (around 37 of which aren't being used) and its brighter than a fucking Fred Meyer in there.
Now for a SCJ math lesson:
:twocents:
2 minutes and 45 seconds = 165 seconds
$25 = 2500 pennies
2500 divided by 165 = 15.1515
...so each second of this dance is going to run me a shave over 15 cents.
From about the time the song begins until the time she finds us a booth (way at the far end of the room) I'd say about 10 seconds elapse.
Then I need to take off my glasses and empty my pockets...about another 4 seconds.
Then, she asks for the money up front, because of the recent spat of customers buying dances then not paying for them....ARGGHHHHH!!!!. This should have been taken care of before the meter began running.
I figured this was going to be a one and done anyway, so it wasn't like I minded paying up front, but when a song that short is that expensive those few seconds of non-dancing add up in a hurry. I had put my tiproll in a different place tonight, inside of a cargo pants pocket which was a bit hard to open, so yet another eight seconds of so passes before the dancer decided to let me pay at the end, figuring that if I was reaching for money, I intended to fulfill my end of the bargain.
So a good 24 of my 165 seconds which I paid for had elapsed before the dancing even began. Do the math and you'll see I got about $21.50 worth of lap dancing for my $25. The thing was, it was a fairly good dance, and I stress good, but not great. Hell, it was over with so quickly, and I was so pissed about the time that I didn't get, I'm not sure how I could define it.
:-\
Call me nuts, but I consider a LD an experience and I'm not much for the whole chew 'em up and spit 'em out, one size fits all method some clubs seem to go by. It doesn't do much for getting multiple sales out of me. Not to excuse the behavior of those who weren't paying for their dances, but criminey, with this sort of jacking going on, no wonder the dancers being ripped off so much. Here's a brilliant concept, why not charge a reasonable price that the market will bear, and give a full song's worth of dancing in exchange for it? I mean, DUH!!! Dancer makes money, club makes money, customer buys multiple dances and walks out with a shit eating grin. Everybody's happy.
But no, the dickhead club owners have to take the "catch more flies with vinegar" route, just to show everyone that they're in control. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
And that's really too bad too because the gal was hot. Definitely fetish session at the motel worthy. I just wished there had been time to explain to her what I wanted, what I could afford and whether alternative arrangements, even ITC could have been made.
But I was just in town for the night and needed some time to blow. I suppose the trip served that purpose. I picked up my cooler from my table right after the dance and headed out. I only dropped $44 the whole trip, $25 of it on that lousy excuse of a lap dance. More money for the Perkins within walking distance of my motel room I guess.
:yummy:
Katrine
06-30-2007, 07:05 PM
Wow, do you ever enjoy yourseld Doc? I love your stories, but c'mon, bite the bullet once and don't worry so much about getting screwed by the club. Perhaps you should begin drinking?
Jenny
06-30-2007, 08:07 PM
Dude - how many lines did you just spend complaining about the fact that it took 24 seconds to pay her? Like really. 24 seconds ruins your lapdance? 24 seconds amounts to a scam in your eyes? I'm with Kat. You need to begin drinking.
Doc is more analytical than most of us. If he chooses to crunch the numbers and determines that he was shortchanged, I believe him.
FBR
Richard_Head
06-30-2007, 11:10 PM
As Bobby Knight would say, "I think that if rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it" (with rape equating to the lap dance prices for the sensitive amongst you).
lestat1
07-01-2007, 09:16 AM
Does anyone think this conversation would go over well?
Custy: Thanks for the dance.
Dancer: You're welcome; it's $25.
Custy: Here's $21.50.
Dancer: I need another $3.50
Custy: Don't worry about it, it's just a few dollars. Relax.
Funny how our perception of fair adjusts itself when we're the screwee instead of the screwer.
These things also have a way of growing and adding up quickly. Before you know it, you've spent $180 on three dances and had a miserable time, as I did on my last trip.
Jenny
07-01-2007, 09:29 AM
Does anyone think this conversation would go over well?
Custy: Thanks for the dance.
Dancer: You're welcome; it's $25.
Custy: Here's $21.50.
Dancer: I need another $3.50
Custy: Don't worry about it, it's just a few dollars. Relax.
Funny how our perception of fair adjusts itself when we're the screwee instead of the screwer.
These things also have a way of growing and adding up quickly. Before you know it, you've spent $180 on three dances and had a miserable time, as I did on my last trip.
Reasonable point. However if a customer said to me, "And I owe you... $1.80 for the 24 seconds you sat on my lap after the song was over?" I would absolutely say "don't worry about it. It was only 24 seconds."
BTW - only like 8 seconds of that was like "her time" - the rest was walking to the chair and emptying his pockets, which, if that is how he chooses to spend his dance time, I fail to see how that is her scamming him.
lestat1
07-01-2007, 09:46 AM
A reasonable point as well. :)
Richard_Head
07-01-2007, 11:56 AM
Does anyone think this conversation would go over well?
Custy: Thanks for the dance.
Dancer: You're welcome; it's $25.
Custy: Here's $21.50.
Dancer: I need another $3.50
Custy: Don't worry about it, it's just a few dollars. Relax.
Funny how our perception of fair adjusts itself when we're the screwee instead of the screwer.LMAO, love it, I need to try it.
doc-catfish
07-01-2007, 12:43 PM
Wow, do you ever enjoy yourseld Doc?
Yes, the night before this happened, I enjoyed myself quite immensely. Perhaps that was why this trip was such a comparative disappointment.
I love your stories, but c'mon, bite the bullet once and don't worry so much about getting screwed by the club.
Well, if they'd quit screwing people over, nobody would have to worry about it, would they?
Perhaps you should begin drinking?
No, no. Then any wrongdoing would be completely my fault.
:dopey:
Like really. 24 seconds ruins your lapdance? 24 seconds amounts to a scam in your eyes?
If you bought a product or service and they only gave you about 85% of what you paid for, what would you call it? Besides the sign outside the door said, One Song = $25, not 6/7ths of a song = $25.
BTW - only like 8 seconds of that was like "her time" - the rest was walking to the chair and emptying his pockets, which, if that is how he chooses to spend his dance time, I fail to see how that is her scamming him.
I'm not complaining about the dancer scamming me. I'm complaining about the club scamming me. As for spending my dance time "walking to the chair", no that was not my choice, read again:
So we make the walk to the PD room. As usual there's a floater there, and as usual we can't even enter the damned room until the song begins (you know the one I'm paying $25 for all 2:45 of).
And why can't we enter that room? Because if we did, the dancer would be charged for that song. I'm not sure why they can't figure out that if you're going into the PD room 2/3 of the way through a song, you're probably going to start dancing on the next one, and that would be the appropriate time to start the meter. I mean they had like three whole girls to watch in there.
Perhaps I wouldn't be such a pickersnit regarding the amount of time, and how every damned second is so precious if the club weren't so sensitive about it themselves, (which in turn forces the dancers to be so sensitive about getting paid for their time). Its only elementary that such mindset should spread onto the customer. Its a wee bit hard to "bite the bullet" and enjoy oneself when the club has set up an environment that makes that damned near impossible.
Judging by the number of empty chairs in that room, the club is apparently reaping the bitter harvest that it sowed. Perhaps if they'd loosen their policy a bit, customers would in turn loosen their wallets, whether they've been drinking or not.
In any regard, I'm not sure why more SC management can't figure out that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.
Jenny
07-01-2007, 02:50 PM
Doc - the precious seconds spent walking to the chair and whatnot are just an absorbed cost of the first song. Same as the vast majority of guys here think that spending a few songs free, chatting up the customers and getting them into the room in the first place are just the cost of doing business. If you had bought, like 3 songs you would only have lost 7 seconds on each, and you might have been a whole lot happier. It takes a certain amount of seconds to do these things - here it's spread the towel, etc. I might have to get off the guy's lap to take off my underwear. If he asked me a question, I might sit back on his knees to answer it, robbing him of precious seconds of grinding time. I'm not going to pro-rate him per second for it. I just think you might have a better time if you relaxed and enjoyed the danced as an experience, rather than making a second by second breakdown. But hey - your money. If you'd rather look at it as a second by second breakdown, than a good but not great lapdance - your decision.
BTW - I would suggest the club takes a firm line for the purposes of administrative convenience - it is easier to count the songs the girl is in the room than try to keep track of who was dancing to what and when, and then you don't have girls at the end of the night saying "we were just talking for that one". You don't really have an administration to worry about - you are in a good position to be a little more easy going.
evan_essence
07-01-2007, 08:05 PM
In any regard, $25 for a full song is about the maximum I will pay for a LD. I had read about cutting songs at both Lumberyard clubs on SCL and TUSCL, so it wasn't exactly a surprise. But here, I am in a situation where I'm going to have to bite the bullet and pay that much for a song cut to about 3/4 length if I want one. I consider just making this an eye candy trip, but eventually the hottest girl I saw that night makes her way over, and I figure my curiosity got the better of me.Is curiosity what we're calling the little head these days? Take a lesson from this for the next trip. You had all the warning signs in advance that you were going to pay more money for less service -- clearly a situation that makes you miserable -- but you went ahead and went for the LD anyway. Silly silly boy. Why bother researching and observing these clues if you're not going to pay any attention to what your big head is telling you?
-Ev
mr_punk
07-01-2007, 09:19 PM
And why can't we enter that room? Because if we did, the dancer would be charged for that song. I'm not sure why they can't figure out that if you're going into the PD room 2/3 of the way through a song, you're probably going to start dancing on the next one, and that would be the appropriate time to start the meter.on paper, while it sounds reasonable not to penalize either the customer or the dancer. we are talking about sc management here. obviously, this kind of chimp work is an impossible and herculean task to implement under the circumstances.
In any regard, I'm not sure why more SC management can't figure out that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.well, you know the old saying, "some people would rather make an dishonest quarter than an honest dollar".
BTW - I would suggest the club takes a firm line for the purposes of administrative convenience - it is easier to count the songs the girl is in the room than try to keep track of who was dancing to what and when, and then you don't have girls at the end of the night saying "we were just talking for that one". You don't really have an administration to worry about - you are in a good position to be a little more easy going.LOL...you girls are funny, albeit unintentionally. IOW, since counting the next song is too difficult of an administrative task for the club's chimpanzee..er..floater to handle. DC is penalized by bearing the cost rather than the club (which is costing them nothing except return business judging from DC comment about the number of empty seats). you're right. he should be a little more easy going about it.
xdamage
07-02-2007, 05:48 AM
Just another bit of perspective.
$25 a song at lets say 3 minutes per song works out to a rate of $500 a hour.
Consider the average working class type making say $12 an hour, or twice that at $25 an hour. This works out to $26,000 or $52,000 a year respectively, not at all unrealistic salaries for many people. A 3 minute dance at $12/$25 is equivalent to an hour or two hours of working time for the customer. A full hour, $500, works out to 2.5days or a "full week" of work for the customer. (I'm not even factoring in take home pay; after taxes most working people take home a lot less).
The point is that at $25 for 3 minutes, from the customer POV, they are spending a hell of a lot when you think about it in terms of how many hours they had to work to raise that money. It's not completely unreasonable then that the expect maximum value.
Another way to look at it... I've worked with lawyers who charge by the minute. Their time is NOT worth $400 an hour just because they would like to think it is. It's only worth $400 an hour when they are providing top-notch legal advice. When they are not in that mode of operation, their time is worth nothing just like everyone else. So can you imagine a lawyer starting the clock ticking while you are getting seated? Or charging you $400 an hour, by the minute, while you are busy filling out the check? Even though Doc is only talking about a small amount of money here, it's the principle of the thing, at these rates, he shouldn't be paying to be seated, or to be paying.
All that said, EE is correct, it sounds like all signs pointed to the kind of place that should be avoided.
doc-catfish
07-02-2007, 08:03 AM
Doc - the precious seconds spent walking to the chair and whatnot are just an absorbed cost of the first song. Same as the vast majority of guys here think that spending a few songs free, chatting up the customers and getting them into the room in the first place are just the cost of doing business.
Apples and oranges, for its not the customer's job to impress the person trying to sell him/her something.
Oh wait a minute, this the SC business were talking about. Of course it is. Silly me, what was I thinking.
:dunce:
If you had bought, like 3 songs you would only have lost 7 seconds on each, and you might have been a whole lot happier.
No, that would be doubling down (or in your example tripling down) on a bad deal. I wouldn't be any happier. I'd be out another 50 clams and kicking myself for not getting out after one.
It takes a certain amount of seconds to do these things - here it's spread the towel, etc. I might have to get off the guy's lap to take off my underwear.
Duh, and in most clubs around these parts, thats usually all taken care of BEFORE the actual dance begins.
I just think you might have a better time if you relaxed and enjoyed the danced as an experience, rather than making a second by second breakdown.
I might be able to skip the forensic analysis if the club didn't make it so easily noticeable. God forbid, I'm not sure why they can't figure out that if your LD room is 90+ percent empty, the conditions of sale may perhaps be a reason for that, and that if you loosened them a bit, more people would perhaps use it, resulting in more money for both club and dancers. I'm sure you've heard the saying "the customer is always right". Shit like this is exactly what they mean by it.
Is curiosity what we're calling the little head these days?
Oh, trust me, neither head was working that night.
You had all the warning signs in advance that you were going to pay more money for less service -- clearly a situation that makes you miserable -- but you went ahead and went for the LD anyway.
I had the warning sign that I was going to be paying for a cut song. Shame on me for that, but hey, I had to try it for sake of trying it. And whatdayaknow, it was as bad as I expected it would be.
What I did not have a warning sign of (at least not until it was too late) was that my cut song was going to effectively have another 20-30 seconds shaved off of it due to greed and stupidity. That's what killed any slim possibility there was of me buying a second dance. Had I known this in advance, I'd have gladly emptied my pockets, paid the dancer, and told her to just find the nearest available seat, before we entered the room.
It's all about the mood-o-meter folks. And when something like I've described sends it in the wrong direction from the get-go, I see no reason to compound the damage by continuing to give so much as another dime to whatever party I feel fucked me over. Doing so would only give them incentive to keep on doing it.
xdamage
07-02-2007, 10:10 AM
Apples and oranges, for its not the customer's job to impress the person trying to sell him/her something.
There does seem to be a fundamental disconnect when it comes to understanding this.
A lot of dancers seem to believe their time is worth money, just for being there, they should be paid. While from a customers POV, their time is worth nothing more then any of our time, a few bucks an hour at most. It's only when they are actually providing the paid for service that their time is worth the exorbitant fees of $20+ per 3 minutes. OTOH when they are in the position of sales person, they deserve no more then any sales person, a reasonable salary perhaps that the club should be paying, or if they are consultants, a cost they should bare themselves while in sales mode trying to land new sales.
I suppose you could argue they should be paid like doctors where they are paid even for the consultation time leading up to the sale, but except for the PLs, most of us don't see that it's worth it. You can't really compare paying a doctor who is giving advice on a matter that has life or death (or just general health) implications vs a dancer pretending to like you. One situation you often have no choice, and bad advice can result in an expensive lawsuit to the doctor, and health implications to the patient; the other situation is purely discretionary, entertainment spending.
It's a strange business though because the product is themselves, and the salespeople are themselves, and sometimes it's grey as to whether they are in sales mode or product mode. Still, the club is less grey. The club sells drinks, Lap Dances, VIP time, and entry fees. Those are all relatively clear and priced. There really is no fee for the time in between the lap dances, when the dancers are in sales mode, but of course there are plenty of PLs who are spineless, and so in need of attention that they will pay the sales people to sell them dances. Hey, more power to the dancers if they can find customers like this, but I'd say consider it good fortune, it's not something they are entitled too and it's not on the SC pricing menu.
Katrine
07-02-2007, 11:19 AM
Oh god, you all would have hated me. I actually took my clothing off during the dance, and very slowly. It would often take a good minute for me to get into my underwear. No one really seemed to complain though, they just bought more dances. Then again, our charge was $20 per song. Wanna do the math on what you actually got?
And doc, you almost never seem pleased with the SC experience. Perhaps its time to outcall escorts instead?
Jenny
07-02-2007, 12:04 PM
Apples and oranges, for its not the customer's job to impress the person trying to sell him/her something.
Well, no... but it takes a certain number of seconds to take off one's clothes during the first song. It's just a fact of life. It is just part of the cost of the first dance.
No, that would be doubling down (or in your example tripling down) on a bad deal. I wouldn't be any happier. I'd be out another 50 clams and kicking myself for not getting out after one.
I think maybe I misunderstood something? I thought the dance itself was fine, albeit not stellar, and what you were complaining about was the number of seconds it took to walk to the chair? To me is seems kind of intuitive that you would only need to make that 10 second investment once in a session, and therefore the following dance (in which you start off in optimal dancing position) would be more satisfactory. What did I miss?
Duh, and in most clubs around these parts, thats usually all taken care of BEFORE the actual dance begins.
Really? Girls go, sit down, spread out their towels, take off their clothes and THEN wait for a song to begin? There you go - to me that seems weird. I sit next to my customer and don't bare an addition inch until the song starts; if he demanded that I strip in advance so that I didn't waste a precious 4 seconds of his song, he had better either make it worth my while (in advance) or he's just paid the cover for the room for nothing.
I might be able to skip the forensic analysis if the club didn't make it so easily noticeable. God forbid, I'm not sure why they can't figure out that if your LD room is 90+ percent empty, the conditions of sale may perhaps be a reason for that, and that if you loosened them a bit, more people would perhaps use it, resulting in more money for both club and dancers. I'm sure you've heard the saying "the customer is always right". Shit like this is exactly what they mean by it.
Yes and if lapdances were a nickel I'm sure the room would be packed. You may disagree with their cost allocation (I've been on record many times saying that I will lie, cheat and steal rather than give a club a percentage of my earnings), but the fact remains that IF they are counting dances, trying to track "break songs" will turn into a nightmare.
xdamage
07-02-2007, 01:00 PM
^^^
There is something between the extremes of a nickel (5 cents) and $25. He wrote "loosen them a bit" - you are using extremes and so twisting his words. Docs point is that if the PD room is 90% empty, that there is probably a rate which is the sweet spot. This is fairly basic economics to find that sweet spot, particularly when you're bargaining in services and goods that have a low fixed cost (i.e., there is not a minimum that needs to be made per item to break even). Yet many business owners and people just don't grasp this basic concept of the sweet spot. They really believe that if business is slow, you charge more, and can't conceive of the notion that by charging less, sometimes just a few dollars less, customers enter a different psychological mindset and business can go up dramatically. Likewise when businesses charge to much, customers end up being psychologically "spooked" by the pricing and if they do buy, they buy very cautiously and are very demanding of the business.
Lapaholic
07-02-2007, 04:57 PM
I myself am kinda tired of the dance per song deal since they never play the whole song and when clubs counts dances like in Doc's example, it seems you get these situations as he described. A club I've gone too lately has a nice system, a bouncer notes the time and dancers name when u enter the room. Thereafter its 20 bucks for every 4 minutes. The dancer still counts - as well as I - and the club guy checks the time when the dancers leaves and reconciles that to her pay out. Seems a very fair system to me. Other places have the bouncer but its up to the dancer to tell him the dance count ( again by the song) . I dunno, I liked it better when there was no PD area. U paid the dancer at the table, they played the whole song ( Alice's Restaurant anyone!!), I had a good time and went home . I personally feel that when the clubs realized they had to make money from the dancers tips and not just the bar and food sales that it all kinda went down hill. But I still go of course :) ....
evan_essence
07-02-2007, 07:51 PM
I had the warning sign that I was going to be paying for a cut song. Shame on me for that, but hey, I had to try it for sake of trying it. And whatdayaknow, it was as bad as I expected it would be.No, hun, you didn't have to try it. My intent isn't really to be critical that you did, not a big deal, it's your money, live and learn, etc., but rather, to point out that you chose to try it in light of the fact that there were other telltale complaints about the value of the overall experience.
What I did not have a warning sign of (at least not until it was too late) was that my cut song was going to effectively have another 20-30 seconds shaved off of it due to greed and stupidity.I'm actually on your side; I think this was bad business practice. I think my only counterpoint is that your gut instinct should be telling you to extrapolate the complaints about song length and price to how the place is operated overall. Bad ideas in a business are usually not limited to one. In other words, you know, use the force, Luke. Doesn't mean I'm placing blame on you for this situation, just means I hope in the future, you'll trust the vibe you're getting sooner.
I see no reason to compound the damage by continuing to give so much as another dime to whatever party I feel fucked me over. Doing so would only give them incentive to keep on doing it.I agree. There's no sense in supporting a business practice you don't agree with, especially when you can get it otherwise elsewhere. I mean, Jenny and I may think it's stupid as all get out, given how notorious strip clubs are in the first place (heehee, I'm razzing you), but the bottom line is that it's all about how you perceive the value of it.
-Ev
Katrine
07-02-2007, 08:11 PM
Oh yeah, btw, I do agree with Doc and everyone on the b.s. of making you stand outside of the room until the song has started. I've worked in clubs like that and it sucks because those few minutes before the song can be crucial for setting up the upsell. ;)
Casual Observer
07-04-2007, 05:47 AM
Oh god, you all would have hated me. I actually took my clothing off during the dance, and very slowly. It would often take a good minute for me to get into my underwear.
Sounds good to me, actually. Not much passing in the way of artful stripping anymore... : sigh :
yoda57us
07-04-2007, 06:26 PM
Oh god, you all would have hated me. I actually took my clothing off during the dance, and very slowly. It would often take a good minute for me to get into my underwear. No one really seemed to complain though, they just bought more dances.
Well, considering that, when we met last year, I just kept buying you drinks and you were not taking anything off, I think it's clear that, in your dancing days you probably could have milked me at about one garment per song....of course, I'm easy...;D
And doc, you almost never seem pleased with the SC experience. Perhaps its time to outcall escorts instead?
I prefer in call when I'm home, out call on the road....::)
lestat1
07-05-2007, 07:29 PM
My girlfriend of 2.5 years and I broke up today (it's turning into a long-distance thing and we decided to not kid ourselves). She suggested I do something nice for myself, like get a lapdance. Wise woman and good advice that I chose to follow...
So I went to the upscale neighborhood club tonight.
Bankroll: $400 + $40 in singles.
It was so dead in there, I was the only one at the stage and I saw only one other customer. It took a while for the first stage show to begin, as apparently there were a few couch dances afoot and they were short staffed on dancers (at 8:00 PM!?). Anyway, the first dancer on stage was okay, but a t-shirt and boyshorts does not work for me unless you are extremely "1 in 1,000 dancers" cute. Like Mandy Moore cute. She also had a stomach ache (SAG - Stomach Ache Girl). Seriously, after a hello and asking me how I was tonight, that's what she said next, then something about her shorts that I couldn't make out. SAG got somewhere around $4-$6 in tips while I checked out an exotic-looking, really thin, sexy dancer that was going to town giving some old fart a lapdance (SEG - Sexy Exotic Girl). Lapdance meaning what one tips a few dollars for here, "couch dance" being the private dances @ $25 for 4 minutes (they have a timer instead of by song, so you get a consistent-length dance - I like it).
SEG never came by to offer me a lapdance (a vital testing experience), but instead walked right by me later on as I'm looking at her and she sits down against the wall. Okay...she lost some money there, but oh well. Maybe she didn't want to hustle the only guy sitting at the stage and tipping.
There is a pause (5 minutes) as HTB (Hot Thin Blonde) finishes up a couch dance and gets on stage. SAG is wondering around but not working, still no love from SEG, and with relief I see a dancer or two enter the building. I hope now that the pace will pick up. HTB is so damn sexy...absolutely tight, and putting some effort into a nice stage show. She ended up getting somewhere around $6 - $10 in stage tips. I enjoy the show and don't find my eyes wandering around wondering what else is going on dancer-wise. HTB finishes up and I'm tempted to ask for a couch dance, but after my last club visit I'm letting the big head do some thinking and I restrain myself, waiting for a test lapdance first.
There's another pause of 10 minutes or so, and the freaking hot waitress (FHW) brings me another diet coke. Awfully nice of her as normally I have to go to the bar and fetch it myself, but myabe she didn't want me leaving with it so quiet. I only tipped her $2 the first time, and she left before I could tip her again ($2). So I get up and tip her, come back and take a few sips. Blech, the syrup ran out. So I go back, wait a while and exchange my soda for a water. FHW is rather nice, maybe I was the only one to bother tipping her. Too bad she doesn't dance.
I sit back down at the stage, still no dancer up, and I look around the room. Great, I see 3 other guys in the club, and every one has a dancer in his lap. It's times like these I wish I looked my age (29) instead of much younger (I was carded buying cigars at the cigar shop last week - as if a 17-year old is going to spend $50 on a small handful of smokes - then again, they probably all have iPhones). Maybe then they wouldn't think I'm young & broke. Anyway, the 2-4-1 light comes on, so I decide to buy two tokens....what the hell, I can always use one the next time and $25 to the club for 2 songs is a great deal around here (I still tip the dancer for two songs).
Still no dancer on stage, but HTB comes over. I kee glancing at her for most of her walk to make sure she comes by. Hot damn. Best lapdance I've had in years. I wasn't all that horny upon entering the club, but she got me going. She was soft, sensual, and writhed her tight little body all over me like hot melted sex. She worked it, using her hair, breath, nails, and everything in her disposal to tease & please at the same time. Can you say SOLD!?
I had to ask a few times for a couch dance, as her English isn't very good (she sounds Eastern European). Gorgeous body, and she had on a slinky black dress, which is much nicer than most of the girls bother with at this club. Anyway, I tip her $60 upfront for the 8-minute couch dance and I'm glad I did. Sometimes they pull out all the stops for the lapdance and then pull back in the private room, but not her. Hot, sensual writhing, breathing on my neck, juuuuust the right amount of lap-grinding pressure and speed, a little bit of teasing, and shockingly for a girl of her looks, more contact than I'm used to at this club (she reached down and gently used her hand quite a few times throughout the dance).
HTB had perfectly-proportioned breasts, a pretty face, soft skin, silky blonde hair...just a wonderful fantasy girl. I was really enjoying myself as it has been a long time since I've had a dance that good from a dancer that scorchingly hot. To preface the next part...hmm. I'm feeling different libido-wise at 29 than I did at 20. Having relieved some pressure earlier today I wasn't sure how things would go tonight (my response to her lapdance left no question about me being up to the task). Still, I didn't know if 2 songs would be enough (this is a club where they put a 'lap dance' cloth over your lap in anticipation of it being needed, though she didn't do that). Good lord, by about 3 minutes in to my 8 minutes I was starting to think about other things to distract myself. That bought me maybe another minute before it was all over. A very impressive feat for HTB, given my emotional state and libido upon entering the club. HTB didn't stop even though she had to have felt that it wasn't necessary for her to continue. What a trooper. For a while I thought she might just be able to wake things up for round #3 of the day, but nope. A very well spent $85.
All in all I spent only abut $120 in less than an hour and had a great time. I have quite a bit of cash left over for another trip. I will definitely be calling first to see if HTB is working before I go again! :) Maybe I'll head back to check out a feature coming later this month. I've got a 2-4-1 token to burn, afterall.
stat, you are the king of club mileage. Even better than the punkster because you do it in such a casual, non threatening way. I bask in your reflected glory :P
FBR
lestat1
07-05-2007, 11:35 PM
stat, you are the king of club mileage. Even better than the punkster because you do it in such a casual, non threatening way. I bask in your reflected glory :P
FBR
Not bad for never having actually asked for an extra ever, eh? I just accept what's given...in exchange for generous tipping from fun clubs. ;)
CarGuy
07-07-2007, 04:31 PM
Well, after a long hiatus, the retirement of my ATF in Feb, pending marital woes etc. etc. etc., I came out of hibernation and went to the local SC. A good friend of mine (OTC...sister like thing) wanted to try dancing at my fav. club. She basically forced me to go hang out for "moral" support...quite the oxymoron in the club. As a good friend does, I came to see her and chat with her man (one of the bouncers). Since this is a new club for her (it is closer to her apartment and her beau works here) she was a little nervous.
I get to the club at about 9 pm, after a dozen texts wondering WTF? and when will I get there. It is pretty sparse and I settle into my favorite table stage front center two rows back. I kept telling my friend (Miss B), that she would bank at this club since she hustles, is tiny and very hot. None of the dancers at this club hustle at all. It is quite pathetic. Miss B is easily the cutest dancer in the joint and as I take my seat she rushes over to join me. A quick hug, a smile and a flick of her tongue and I knew she was going to do well. It is actually weird for me to sit with her in the club since she is kinda like a little sis to me, but we have fun and she is a great girl. I am NOT her customer and never will be but when I am there and she is sitting with me I have to tip her. I can't look cheap and she needs some money too.
I scope out the place, it has beena while since I have been there. I see several familiar faces and go chat with the barmaid. She is sweet and calls me out right away. Asks about my ATF, and we chatted about how un-reliable she is. LOL. Anyway leave her with a smile and some charm and I am ready to relax and have some fun.
I get back to the table and I immediately put Miss B to work. I tell her if she sells the guy in front of us a lapper, i will double the take for her. $20 dance turns into $40. Gotta teach these youngsters some skills ya know. Well it takes here about 3 and a half minutes to turn and smile back at me and lead this PL back to the dance area. Nice work Miss B and now I am out $20. Yee ha!
As she leaves, the vultures swoop in, it's play time.
Peaches, a sweet little blonde with Meth teeth sits at my side and I smile nicely. I have a soft spot for this girl since a year ago I was at a different club and she was the hottest girl there...so i took her to VIP and gave her the treatment. Well a year passes and I see her in my fav club and she remembered me right away. Gotta gives props and a tip to a girl who can remember that shit. I only saw her one time. While she sits, we catch up I buy her a "Sum poosie" energy drink and I tip her some for being friendly. The her cousin comes up and tries to tag team me. LOL. I am feeling rather cocky tonight so i offer the same deal to these girls. Go sell a lapper and I will double it. I swear these SC's should hire me as a consultant. Some dancers just don't have the skills to sell.
To their creidit and my amusement they both put their best hustle on several guys, coming back to the table with updates along the way. But neither of them could sell shit. LOL. Did i mention my friend Miss B is waaaay cute and a good sales girl? Oh well I tried to help these poor single mom's.
Ahh....WTF? Who is the hot ass waitress?? I am spellbound immediately. this chick is girl next door super sexy and WOW, the perfect reason to be here tonight. By this time my friend is done with her dance i pay her, she flicks her studed 18YO tongue and of course i am a succker and tip her for her salesmanship. I start asking about the waitress and FIRE shoots out of Mis B's eyes...WTF? She goes on to tell me that her BF had a one night stand with her and since dancers are usually kinda jealous, she was in a mini-tirade. It was cute, but I being twice her age am immune to such concerns and continue to ogle the waitress.
I wave her over and order some shots and flirt a bit...yes, she was responsive. Why is it that I always go for the waitress? Maybe cause they are fully clothed and this girl is so sweet and sexy I can't help it.
She arrives with the drinks and I start my little routine of overtipping for the service. After all we are in a club, and typically the waitresses are shafted cause the patrons want to tip the naked chicks. Me? I like to get the fully clothed waitresses naked. LOL
This gets her attention and next time she walks by I wave her over. She asks "Do you need anything?"
My standard reply.." Yeah, I need to tip you"
Waitress. " For what?"
Me: " just cause"
And I drop several singles on her plate.
My friend Miss B is now about to go stage front so I help her pick the songs.
Her BF the bouncer stops by to chat, a good guy that I know. Young and broke, I front the kid about $15 in singles and tell him to "Make it Rain" for his GF. Normally a girl in this club is lucky to make $5 for their stage set. She dances, he tosses the money and it gets the other guys to tip more so mission accomplished
Miss B gets off stage comes back to the table still nekkid, I tell her to put her top on...She replies..." hey, get over it" so i do and tip her again. She says thank you and also thanks me for the "rain"...I pretend i don't know what she is talking about, but I guess she saw.
Back to the waitress....
The waitress comes around, we order and she brings the drinks back.
It's time to ask about the tits....they are begging to be uncovered.
Me: "Do you flash"
Her: "Umm..I don't know"
Miss B" He just paid $40 to the door girl to flash"
( at this point I am thinking STFU!, I can get thes for less than that..oh well)
Waitress: "OK, but I don't want anyone else to see.."
Waitress bends done lifts the shirt and lets loose two of the most amazing 36C's I have ever saw....complete with a fresh nipple ring. WOW....those are great.
There is something really sexy about getting a non dancer to show their tits and flirt. We did this several times over the night. Each time cost quite a bit less, to the point that she came back sat down next to me and just played with her tits for free....LOL Mission accomplised. Keep in mind during the 4 hours or so, no pther patrons were smart enough to ask, nor did she show them to anyone else. Even the illusion of exclusivity is priceless.
The seed has been planted, the waitress is hot, my friend is getting comfortable at the club. All is well, while it is very low key for most of you, this was an enjoyable night. It also is the prelude to getting a SMOKING first dance out of the waitress. There is something hot about the girl next door flipping burgers, hanging up her apron for 10 minutes of naked first timer lap dances.
To Be Continued
crizgolfer
07-11-2007, 08:57 PM
I had not been in my old regular club for some time. I stopped in about a month ago and my two ATFs were no longer there. There were a few other girls that I had known from the past and they were on me as soon as I walked in the door. In fact, it was to the point where I did not have a very good time and walked out after a couple hours (and only $300 poorer) figuring I was not interested in going back again unless the ATFs were there, or there were only new prospects on the schedule.
I got home from a round of golf last Saturday and perused the club schedule online. Noticed two names. One of my old ATFs who we will refer to as Miss V and another we will call Miss D (she was a friend of my other old ATF). Miss V was always my favorite of favorites and Miss D, well, I always found her appealing, but timing never allowed us to spend much “quality time” together. I was once again feeling the want to check out the old club so I decided to make the hour drive
I arrived around 6:30 and the club already had a nice little crowd. I moved up to the bar and was handed my normal Jack Daniels & Coke (they actually remembered). She did hand me my change in dollar bills though (I had her trained to give me fives), so she did not remember everything. I asked for $200 in fives and then she remembered. I stood by the bar and watched the show as I usually do for the first rotation of the evening. The line up had completely changed as I saw very few dancers that I recognized. After a bit a dancer approached as she had remembered me. I saw her first night ever as a dancer and I was shocked by the change in her. That first night she was obviously nervous and had a few mishaps on the shoes. Tonight, I ask her how she is and she replies, “I’m bored. Let’s go downstairs”. Wow, she delivered the line perfectly. I still declined the offer and we spoke for a couple minutes before she moved on while telling me that she will be back and we will be going downstairs. I liked her delivery as it was not pushy. It was more playful than anything. I did ask her if Miss V was on the schedule and she said no although she had been in the night before.
A young dancer made a pass by and stopped to lean on the bar a few feet away giving off that “come get me big spender” aura that us PLs know so well. She was a little cutie, but much younger than what usually interests me. I continued to watch the stage and she moved on. After a while it became obvious that watching the first rotation was not necessarily going to work as I was informed that there are about 30 girls on the schedule. It will take a couple hours to get through the rotation. The cute little dancer made another pass and stop. I decided I would accept it this time. I asked her to join me at the stage. I figured I had been there an hour and had not yet tipped anyone, so I better start doing the right thing.
I sat with her for a few songs. She was sweet and had a nice smile, but the conversation was slow. I could feel that she was not comfortable with an older guy, so I decided on a graceful exit. I told her I would not be buying any dances and handed her $20 for her time and wished her a prosperous night. She seemed surprised by the tip (I am guessing this doesn’t happen to her much), but hey stripperweb has had a positive influence on me (depending on your perspective).
I stepped back to the bar and ordered another drink. I struck up a conversation with a dancer that was standing alone for one reason or another. She was a nursing student from Minneapolis that comes down here a couple times a month. Convo was good. Talked about school, music, etc. After a bit I tipped her $20 being conscious of her time. I asked her to join me at the stag. The conversation was very good and she was into girl/girl (Yoda, I am kicking myself for having not asked how she felt about girl/Yoda/girl). I immediately promoted her to my financial planner and she was in charge of my cash disbursements. How I enjoy that show. Two beautiful women enjoying each other. I am such a perv that way. After a bit she had to get ready for her stage set, so I tipped her another $40 and she asked if I would be around after her set. I said that I was not sure.
Again, I took a place at the bar. No Miss V and I had yet to see Miss D. I ordered a bottled water and decided to nurse it for a bit so I had a little time for the two drinks to wear off before heading home. A couple dancers went by on the stage and then I saw her. Miss D was on the stage. My plans of an early exit were now null and void. As she got to her second song I stepped up to the stage and placed $20 in front of me. As she got closer she smiled and said “I have not seen you in forever”. Picking up the tip she said “you get a little extra show for this”. Very cool…it’s all good. I ask her to come see me when she is done. After her set she heads to the dressing room for a minute and then makes a beeline for me at the bar. Nice big hug was had. Oh yeah.
I bought her a drink and we talked for a half hour or so. We talked about our mutual friend (who is no longer dancing). We talked and talked. To be quite honest, after a while, I cannot remember what the conversation was about. I had never really had the chance to talk with her one on one in the past, but this conversation validated what I suspected. I could sit and listen to this woman talk about anything, all night, and enjoy it. She has such an energetic and positive way about her. It is infectious. She also told me that she does swimsuit modeling and then gave me her real name so I could search for her on the internet (I did not solicit this, she just gave it up). Surprisingly, her stage name is her real name.
She wants to go downstairs and I do not need to be asked twice. I don’t usually do Champage Rooms, but I decided this situation warranted it. I was having a great time with her and looking forward to the more intimate time. This club is a bit pricey and a CR is $320 for half an hour, but I was more than willing to cough it up. She was pleased as I was her first customer of the night.
Now, this dance was nice. Very nice. This particular club has always been a very strict one way contact club and many dancers offer air dances and nothing more. Miss D was quite physical. Before the dance even started she accidently brushed across my crotch and then put her hand down there...gave the old “oh…you like me”. I came back with the witty response of “ya think?” I have not crossed to the “dark side” and still have no plans to, but I like a nice physical dance. She brought it on. Even though it is one way touch, she did “force” me to touch. She wanted me to lick her nipples and would not even allow me to say no (not that I would have, but she gave me no option). She kept up the talk and even some of the standard SS lines, but I did not care. This woman’s voice was all that mattered. I have found a new ATF at last.
I checked her out on the web when I got home. She is beautiful to look at and wonderful to just hang with. The night appeared to be dead, but there she was. Looks like that club will be getting more of my business again.
Not bad for never having actually asked for an extra ever, eh? I just accept what's given...in exchange for generous tipping from fun clubs. ;)
You've never asked? Not even once...I mean, in a nice, non-threatening way?
I know you usually don't split hairs but "never having actually asked" does leave one a little wiggle room ;)
FBR
lestat1
07-12-2007, 09:27 PM
You've never asked? Not even once...I mean, in a nice, non-threatening way?
I know you usually don't split hairs but "never having actually asked" does leave one a little wiggle room ;)
FBR
The "actually" part comes in in that I choose situations where mileage is more likely to occur, such as going to the nude grind juice bar clubs instead of the topless air dance alcohol clubs. Or in gauging lapdances as an indicator of private dance experience, tipping well upfront, etc. These, while not asking for extras, is nontheless an indirect "search" for the level of mileage I'm looking for (when I speak of extras, I speak of my things like my last TR with the ATF, not sex/BJs).
The closest I've come to flat out asking is: "may I touch your breasts?" asked at a club where it is standard for most girls except for a few girls who don't allow it. I'm not sure it counts as an "extra" in that case, since it is the club's own tipping practice: $20/song two-way contact, $40/song two-way contact + breasts. Anything beyond that has always just happened. The clubs I go to are tip upfront establishments, so one rolls the dice and sees what happens. From what I hear, there are far dirtier things going on in the club at which my ATF works (likely from some of the, sadly, desperate and past their prime ladies who I've seen there) than my VIPs, but I'm happy with my current ATF's sensuality, looks, sweet personality, mileage, and tip expectations; she's a nice balance.
My current VIP situation came about, when, after private dances over the years, she asked if I wanted a bed dance. I said no thanks, that I had had one before and I didn't see the big deal (bed dances are a little more expensive than couch dances). She raised an eyebrow and looked at me like: "what are you smoking?" LOL. She was very convincing in assuring me that I'd have a good time, and I sure did during the 3-song bed dance. On my next visit I went with a VIP (I'd always been too skeptical to get one before, convinced I'd leave with buyer's remorse). I didn't; hottest time ever in a SC. On my past visit I asked about the different VIP rooms (this place has 5 couch dance rooms, 2 bed dance rooms, VIP shower room, lingerie room, and some other VIP room or two) and she mentioned we could do the VIP in one of the bed dance rooms. Hot as well, though not quite as good as the VIP room experience (something I'm really looking forward to next time).
Katrine
07-29-2007, 05:21 PM
Nice TR. You always seem to do so well with the ladies, and I know why, from personal experience. You boys need to be more like JZ!
Nice TR. You always seem to do so well with the ladies, and I know why, from personal experience. You boys need to be more like JZ!
I agree...an excellent TR. I tease my bud all the time that I want to be him when I grow up (even though I'm older than him) And I've never even had the opportunity to sample your wily ex-stripper wares, Kat, as much as I would like to }:D LOL But seriously, Jay's call was on point. Most dancers would have appreciated the customer scouting out the safety of the situation. But eh instead she was a smart ass. Strike three.
So...
Goodbye Willowy
Hellooooo Flawless. }:D
FBR
Smokeless
08-03-2007, 08:25 AM
For my birthday, I get a solo trip to New Mexico to visit some friends. They are not the types who visit strip clubs, so I'm on my own. I check SW and Tuscl for reviews, which are mixed, PM some SW regulars to gather intelligence -- little to gather, and head south. The trip to Albuquerque, punctuated by some nice hot springs visits (including one clothing-optional stop) is 2 days. I arrive barely in time for dinner with one set of friends, though not before driving by one club near the interstate where the gangsta clientele entering and leaving the club convince me to try other locations first. I head to my friends, freshen up, have dinner, catch up on news, and head to my hotel near their house.
Three choices remain. One is 30 miles east of here; I'll waste an hour just for the commute. Another got mixed reviews, but is also near the interstate, and I anticipate a similar gangsta crowd. The third is a mere 5 minutes from my hotel, but had relatively few reviews. I decide to start there.
When I arrive, I'm searched and frisked. The gangsta scene here is fairly intense.
There are two floors. First floor are stages, tables, and the bar. Second floor is VIP, a reasonable $25. As I walk in, I notice 2 stages. The previous dance has just ended. In addition to the 2 gals coming off stage, there are at least a dozen women in the midst of table dances everywhere. In the 30 seconds or so that I have to scope out the situation, it looks like mileage is not too bad.
I've not been inside more than 30 seconds when Ms. Pushy, just coming off one of the stages, grabs me and suggests we head to VIP. I usually like to sit and watch the action first. But even in that half-minute I've noticed that no customers are gathered at perv's row, and there's very little contact at the stage. Too much contact occurring in each seat and table to care about what happens on stage. Blond, great figure, Ms. Pushy is pleasant to look at, and already pleasing to the touch. She hurls standard SS my way, "you'll be very happy" and the like. I figure "what have I got to lose" other than my money, and I've already decided that I'll lose enough of that. Up to VIP we go. 1 dance, 2 dances. Very satisfactory! I'd like to catch my breath and survey the scene, but she's hot and ready for more. We wait through one dance while she continues to paw at me, begging for more. "What's your age?" she asks. "Old." "35?" "Not even close." The age guessing game. I can't figure if she's just throwing SS my way, if she's drunk (seems pretty coherent), or sincerely thinks I'm 20 years younger than in reality. But the game's entertaining, and she continues, "40?" ... "50?" "No." "47, then?" "Guess again." She begs me to tell here. Finally I have to say 55. "No way!" "Way." Indeed. Well, I'm a bit older than that, but I was ready for the game to end. The next song is about to start, and she's good fun. More mutual contact than I would have imagined here, certainly more than Colorado. Bouncers wander by occasionally but not often enough to make a real difference. Third song, we've got hands just about everywhere. She's provocative enough that I move below the belt, but she giggles and wriggles away. Off limits, but now we've got another game! End of third song. She wants more, of course! She keeps up the flattery, too -- that I'm terribly handsome, which is why she grabbed me at first. This is a bit implausible. I'm not bad looking, but overweight and near 60, so chalk this up to marketing. I risk blowing most of my wad on this one woman, even before checking out the competition. So we sit out another song and continue our discussion. I learn a bit about her. I play the age game with her. She insists she's 43, but I had guessed 32 to 35. She's very well preserved for 43. She wants to stay in the business for a long time. She'll do it if she stays in shape and away from the drugs and booze. Indeed, she's not drunk, as she touches only water, dragging around a huge water jug. Finally, we have our 4th and final dance. Marketing doesn't matter any more. We are just having a good old time. Finally, I bid adieu. She suggests I look for her later, but I don't see her again the rest of the evening.
More...
Smokeless
08-03-2007, 08:26 AM
I now have a chance to survey the scenery. Most is above average. Dancing quality is so-so, but folks are not here for stage dances. Occasionally perv's row fills up for a popular dancer, but it empties quickly. Mileage variance is high, but the mean is somewhat left of center.
There's a bachelor's party which goes on forever, the (un)lucky guy suffering abuse and humiliation for about 20 minutes or more. Several dancers stop by to ask, but I decline for now. During the bachelor abuse, one gal, call her Ms. Lips, sits and talks but never asks. She's pretty, perhaps a Hispanic-American Indian mix.
I find a young black woman who is an energetic, fine dancer. She's provocative as I stand at stage 2 where she dances. I ask for the dance this time. The sale's already complete, but she's hyping it up with unfulfillable promises. We get to VIP, and she starts a conversation with another dancer. Then she asks to take her leave for a bathroom trip. I leave the VIP with her. I'm not going to wait indefinitely while she conducts other business. Apparently she takes the hint, returns quickly, and up we go again. Less contact than Pushy. She insists on rubbing my face with her covered tits. Hey, off with the halter, already! She crawls all over me, her knees bruising my thighs. Only one dance, my dear. You shouldn't have oversold it!
I wander a bit. There's one dancer I'd like to visit, but she's busy with that bachelor party, moving from one guy to the next. I finally find Ms. Lips. Two dancers have now actively used their lips on articles of clothing; it would be disasterous if Ms. Lips did the same. I'd have to burn them before heading home! I ask for a dance, but I ask her to remove her lipstick. She is clearly annoyed. I should have excused myself then. Her dance consisted largely of wiggling her butt in face. After a minute I stopped the dance, paid the minimum (plus the drink she had requested), and left. Perhaps I should have stayed with Ms. Pushy.
I notice an athletic blond among the tables. I'm now low on cash, so a table dance will have to suffice if I can get her attention. Finally she looks my way and comes to my table, excusing herself because she's got a stage dance next and another gentleman to visit. I walk up to the stage and enjoy her dance there. She has some handsome jeweled silver nipple shields, and a body reminiscent of a good friend of mine. After the stage dance, she asks the other gentleman to wait. I'm happy. The dance is VIP quality. I only wish I had more cash. I ask if she stay around for a while and look for money. Unfortunately, the ATM eats $8 per transaction, but the club is surrounded by banks, and the ATM across the street only asks $2 per transaction. I grab enough to keep me happy for a while.
When I return, however, Ms. Nips is not be be found. Not in VIP, not elsewhere on the floor. So I sit and wait for a while. I'm not paying attention at first. But I feel this magnetic attraction from the stage. Two most beautiful eyes are gazing at me from the stage. Our eyes lock. This tall, slender, long black-haired beauty (we'll call her Salome) does a deliciously erotic dance with body and eyes. Afterwards, we head to the VIP without speaking, but we are interrupted by the DJ calling her to stage 2. We start the dance from afar. The music here is not interrupted mid-song, so the wait is long. But I'm not complaining, because I'm looking forward to several uninterrupted dances with this lovely woman. Four outstanding dances later, and I'm satiated. I wish I could stay all night, but my budget is exhausted (and then some), I'm exhausted, too, and I need to wake up for a breakfast appointment only 5 hours later. Nonetheless, we talk for two moresongs. It's hard to remember what of. I was smitten! All I remember is burying myself in her long black hair and her erotic touch. Something about her dancing, and her other work, her family, gardening, histories, travels.
There's something different about her. When I have paid for a dance, she is thoroughly absorbed in it, totally present to me, dripping with eroticism. After the paid dances conclude, she is completely professional if friendly. But she's not got her hands all over me like many other dancers. There are no mixed messages. I somehow like this approach. I wish other dancers would do the same, instead of leading me on to think that this is something more than a business transaction. I suppose that many dancers do that as part of their sales routine, hoping for another dance when the budget has been exhausted. But "Salome" is confident that I shall be back and will ask another dance should I really wish one. She's right. I wish I had more time. I wish she would magically show up at my home club. I get to New Mexico very seldom, and usually not solo. I suspect I won't have the pleasure of her company again. I do get a goodbye hug, and I wish that she's had as much fun as I, to which she readily agrees.
doc-catfish
08-04-2007, 05:47 PM
Well, my last TR was about encountering SC management idiocy on the road. This time, the idiocy has come home. (Well it was always there, it just hadn't affected me until now).
My home club of the last five years or so has been renowned for being a dive. Dirty derelict bathrooms, chairs you could almost fall through, a parking lot that resembled the surface of the moon, carpet that literally stuck to your shoes. The upside has always been that I could count on a decent mileage LD for $20, which isn't available at the other two clubs anymore.
Over the past year, improvements have been slowly being made. The bathrooms have been somewhat fixed, the parking lot resurfaced, the carpet replaced. Over the last two trips they've been reconstructing the main stage and putting a VIP seating area in. Finally, they got the chairs replaced. Its still a dive, but a nice looking one.
Now this probably seems hunky dory right? Well, if you know pessimistic ol' Doc, you know my penchant for finding that gray lining in a silver cloud. All I've been able to think is, "Who is going to pay for all these renovations?"
Well I head in the other night, and I find out. I look up at the LD area where I've spent a good chunk of my paycheck over the last five years and see that the banquet chairs that have been a mainstay up there for practically forever have been replaced by booths. The screening over the area which afforded some privacy has been taken away. There were more booths available in the VIP area.
God, I hope they haven't jacked up the price.
Eventually, the mistress makes her way over to do her stage set, drops by my table, and asks if I've noticed the changes. I give her a ho-hum yeah.
"I'll give you the insider's tour when I finish my set".
Uhh yep. They've jacked up the price.
She didn't even have to say it. Now it was just a matter of how much, and if there was a way around it.
Well, she finishes and after doing her tip walk, and finishing a drink with another customer, heads back my way to give me the low down.
"Okay sweetie. You see the booths up there now. They're nice and all but they're $30. Over here in VIP, its $125 an hour to sit there and then if you want dances its also $30. Now, we can do $20 songs over there near the construction equipment by the restroom entrance in one of the old chairs. A lot of the girls have been using that."
So, I have to choose between quality or quantity. An extra $10/song or enduring some sawdust. I see not one, but two fat tony bouncers prowling the regular LD booth area, which is just as well because all the booths were empty. Sawdust it is.
She goes and grabs two chairs, one for me, one for her, so we can try some "creative" positions, positions that honestly can't be done very well in the new booths. (So much for added value). But out of curiosity, I inquire how business is been since the changes have been made.
"So have you been selling any up there?".
"A few guys have. Most prefer to stay out here. They take $10 of each song up there, so I make $20 either way."
Well, glad to see I made the right decision. At least this way she keeps 100%. We did about our usual eight songs. About the same level of mileage, just more public than they've been in the past. The lack of privacy was a little unnerving, but it was manageable. But considering that there was really no positive incentive for dancers to use those booths, I wonder how long management will let them do dances outside of them.
Needless to say, if they decide to clamp down and give no other option but the $30 dances, I'm going to tell them what orifice they can shove their pretty little booths up. Aside from my dances, I didn't see a single one going on the whole time I was there, either inside or outside the booths.
If the booths had been a more reasonable $25, I might have bit for a few songs to test them out. At $30, especially in this dive of a club where the dancer appearance average is about a '5.5' at best, forget it. Never have I seen a town quite like mine where the clubs seemingly want to run their business (and dancers as well) off to the competition. Ironically, it was a similar act of stupidity by my previous home club that drove me to this one.
Funny how pricing 90% of your customers out of the market tends to make the law of diminishing returns rear its ugly head...and fast. But hey, thats okay, this is the SC'ing business after all. The home of twisting people's hands and making them pay for shit that they don't want. What the customers won't pay for will be made off the dancer's backs. And from what I've heard, they've been handing the girls BS fines left and right (probably why so many of them have left in the past year, and why we're only running 10 girls a night instead of the usual 20).
Hey, somebody has to pay for all that crap that didn't have to be bought right? Not the club owner apparently.
Thankfully, I have the ability to make alternative arrangements with this gal. Other than that, I see a whole lot of trips upstate and out of state in my future. Oh well, shit happens I guess.
Maybe Smokeless can tell me when his next Salina run is. I just might join him.
Richard_Head
08-04-2007, 08:56 PM
Not many rocket scientists running strip clubs nowadays is there??
Smokeless
08-04-2007, 09:42 PM
Maybe Smokeless can tell me when his next Salina run is. I just might join him.
Ha! As far as I know, they are still $20 in Salina. Unfortunately, we are headed out of the country when I usually visit Kansas.
Interestingly, my home club just remodeled the men's bathroom. High time they did, too. That sinkhole was starting to swallow too many customers, and the bacterial levels were getting the rest. Then they resurfaced the parking lot for the first time in 10 years or more. The manager tells me they will be residing it with stucco next. O.M.G.!
So, I walk in Wednesday night to discover that the $20 air dances (not quite as bad as they sound -- depends on the gal) are now $30. Might as well head over to the "platinum" side where a "real" LD is $40.
I don't know the ownership well enough to know or ask, but they must own the building outright, so it's not Boulder rental rates that keep LD's $40 (shall I guess soon $50??). And it's not the decor or interiors or even the paint job, since they've not done that yet. And platinum side LD's have been $40, twice Denver rates, for at least the past 2 years. One might imagine strictly supply and demand, but the volume of business doesn't back up that theory.
So, perhaps we should ask the aerospace engineering department at CU to run the place. (Anyone familiar with recent CU/Boulder history would know that we shouldn't ask the Athletic Department to run it.)
yoda57us
08-05-2007, 07:06 AM
The first thing I noticed was the stretch marks on her belly that I had never seen before in the dim strip club lighting. Strange, I've been watching her dance in various stages of undress for about seven years and I never realized that she had a small scar on her left cheek...or zits either. Florescent lighting in a diner at 3am is probably not any woman's favorite way to be seen. Even less so with heavy make up only partially removed and a pretty good Jack and coke buzz producing some very un-lady-like grunts and belches.
OK, I don't want to sound mean (even though I clearly am coming off this way). I like this lady a lot. I've known her for a long time and we've spilled our guts to each other about a lot of very personal stuff over the years. She has been a good friend and a good listener-a rarity for most people. Even most good people are much more interested in talking about there own problems than they are in listening to the problems of others, even their friends.
Oh yeah, how did we wind up at the diner....
I showed up at her club at about 1am the other night on my way home from work just wanting to say hello. I don't get to her neck of the woods as often as I'd like so, even though it was only an hour before closing time I stopped in for a "quickie". A couple of LD's from an old favorite who definitely remembers what I like...
When I arrived my friend was sitting at the bar, alone, with a drink in front of her. This, of course, is never a good sign in a strip club. It was a bad night made worse by her decision earlier that week to dump a useless boyfriend that I had spent a couple of phone conversations commiserating with her about in months prior. As I approached we hugged and started to chat as I sat down beside her. After a few minutes it became obvious that my friend was drunk and feeling lousy about herself. I generally don't hang with girls who drink, it's just sorta evolved that way over the last few years. This particular lady is a blast from my past dating back to when I used to do beers and shots and encourage my dancer friends to do the same. I don't miss those days.
We headed to the empty PD area did a couple of LD's that really involved her just kinda hugging me as I rubbed her shoulders and neck...Yeah, OK, I slid my hands down to her absolutely lovely Brazilian ass and worked my hands under her bright yellow thong a couple of times. It's Mass club rules at this place but management is pretty cool as long as the girl doesn't complain. Even when sober, this gal has never complained. We finished up, I paid her and she apologized for being less than enthusiastic about riding little yoda. I told her not to worry, both the big head and the little one were both feeling fine and just happy to be in her company...
Shortly after our dances and back at the bar my lady friend had decided to call it a night. As she was preparing to tip the DJ and head back to the dressing room she commented that she really didn't want to drive her car and, honestly, I didn't feel too good about it either. I offered her a ride to her hotel a few minutes down the road and, to my surprise, she accepted. I've known this particular gal for a number of years but she had never struck me as an "outside of the club" kind of girl. Still, she was blitzed and the offer of a ride was just something I put on the table probably to fulfill my duty as a nice guy who didn't want to see a nice girl get tagged with a DUI bust...or worse...
We decided to stop for breakfast on the way as she hadn't eaten all day....strippers seem to be good at this, the "one meal a day" diet it think it's called...
So there we were, eating omelette's and pancakes and drinking coffee at 3am as the late-night oglers in the diner tried to figure out if my friend was indeed the same woman they had seen in the flowered yellow bikini-like costume just a short while ago at the club down the street. Sadly, common courtesy (among both men and women) seems to go out the window in the middle of the night and the stares were palpable. Not much you can do about it but I'm a little embarrassed for her even though she seems oblivious to it.
We talked for a couple of hours. We talked about the idiot boyfriend, the club she works at, the girls she likes, the girls who hate her. It was my turn to listen this time but she has done her fair share for me over the years so I'm happy to oblige. It's funny how trust develops sometimes. It can be easier to talk to strangers than it is to talk to your best friend at times and about some topics. Once you begin to tell your story to that stranger he, or she, starts to become a friend but on a different sort of level. Less expectation, less judgmental. We see each other for a few hours now and then and then go our separate ways. It's very easy to be totally honest under these conditions. I've never been exactly sure why, but it is.
By the time we left the diner she was feeling better...and sober, so I drove her back to her car at the club and then followed her to the hotel just to make sure she got there safely. She called me from her room when I was about half way home to thank me for letting her vent. We chatted for a bit about her looking for an apartment and maybe a new club as I drove and she got ready for bed (at 5am!) I hung up the phone feeling really good for some reason. My lady friend is in transition but she has a good head on her shoulders and I think she will be OK. I have enough BS in my own life that you wouldn't think I would need to get involved in someone else's. Still, there is something really rewarding about just being there for a friend. Goodness knows it would have been easier for me to get into my car and get the hell out of Dodge at closing time back at the club. I would have gotten to bed a lot earlier. I am very good at taking the easy way out a great deal of the time. This time I decided, with no hesitation I might add, to stick around and be there for someone who has been there for me. I think I got as much out of that breakfast as she did. Maybe more...
SportsWriter2
08-05-2007, 02:41 PM
The first thing I noticed was the stretch marks on her belly that I had never seen before in the dim strip club lighting. Strange, I've been watching her dance in various stages of undress for about seven years and I never realized that she had a small scar on her left cheek...or zits either. Florescent lighting in a diner at 3am is probably not any woman's favorite way to be seen.
Nice post Yoda... maybe the beginning of a Reality TR genre. When I see scars, I always ask where they came from. They're mostly from knife fights and self-mutilation. :-\