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yoda57us
08-05-2007, 03:23 PM
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. :-\


Glad you liked the TR Sporty. I don't ask about scars. Too many Brazilian women are abused by the idiot BF's they left behind. Maybe it's the difference in age between the girls you like and the ones I like but I find the fewer questions I ask the more they tell me...

BTW,I don't write a lot of TR's but they are all reality-based....

FBR
08-06-2007, 03:43 PM
After a dry spell some really good TR's lately. Thank guys! I for one sure enjoy reading them :)

FBR

GenWar
08-06-2007, 07:46 PM
Truthfully, I haven't been going to clubs. *shrug* I went to the Lodge in texas a couple of weeks ago but it was 2 dances, 2 drinks and espn on the big screen. *shrug*

Bachelor party in ESL this week...we'll see...

-gen

lestat1
08-09-2007, 08:12 PM
Trip Report - Epic SS

Bankroll: $400 + $60 in singles

I arrive at the club to see the ghetto alive with activity, and after parking I re-fasten my seatbelt, start up the car, and move closer to the door, lights, and further away from the street thugs hanging outside. The club is brighter than normal, and I sit stage-side, enjoying a few dancers as I watch for the ATF. A dancer smiles big and waves as she walks by and I respond as if I know her. Wow...I keep watching for the ATF and I find out when she goes on stage a few dancers later that I didn't recognize my ATF when she greeted me earlier. Holy shit, do I feel like a dumbass. She's lost weight, changed her hairstyle, and changed its color. She looks completely different (in a good way). So I tip on stage, and after her set I hit the restroom/attic (God this place is a dive).

I head back downstairs as ATF comes out. I alternate between watching the dancer on stage and my ATF giving a lapdance. After the ATF finishes, some eye contact brings her over to me. I was hoping for the standard lapdance offer, after which I can get my VIP. Instead she sits down next to me. Eeek, I didn't want awkward conversation after all of our recent OTC SS/drama. So after a silent couple of seconds, I ask for a VIP, and we head up. Whew, dodged that bullet...for now.

<sordid VIP details warning>
She mentions that she needs to go clothes shopping with me. Apparently I'm a good-looking guy but my look would benefit from some different clothes. Well since I don't believe the good-looking comment, that one was all ouch. I asked if my attire was too corporate, but she refused to elaborate. Ooookay. If you're curious, I was in black slacks, black dress shoes, and a grayish-white patterned polo shirt. She struggles with my pants for a while (errrm, these VIPS are bed dances sans-pants, but with my undies on). I have to help her. What follows is a phenomenal VIP; I even got her to understand that I like to be teased. I like her to back off as I get too excited; it's a half hour VIP after all, no good to have only 5 minutes of fun. ;) Ear-nibbling, neck-kisses, moaning, soft sensual full-body grinding, her (newly long dark and gorgeous) hair in my face, her hands and mine everywhere, her lips grazing my face. Sweet Jeebus. I will put up with any amount of SS for this. She has never failed to deliver the best dances I've ever received. I last 20 minutes or so (go me, I'm a stud - lol). What follows is the epic SS portion of the evening.
</sordid VIP details warning>


Epic SS Time! Get your popcorn. :)


The next 10-15 minutes or so are spent cuddling, with her on top or next to me, and me playing with her hair (did I mention I like her new hairstyle). Below are samplings, as best as I can remember them all in approximate order and not necessarily immediately back to back:

ATF: How come you never call me?
Me: (lying out my ass as the reason I don't call is because it's all SS) Well...err...you must have lots of guys calling, and I know you're busy. So I figure I'll let you call when you have a chance.
ATF: Uhh...whatever! You don't call me unless I call you first.

ATF: Is it just me, or do you feel this sexual attraction too?
Me: Of course; you're gorgeous.
ATF: No I mean it's deeper than that, I mean I am so sexually attracted to you. God!

ATF: Your cock is perfect. I mean not too big, not too small. Definitely not too small. I mean juuuust right.
Me: Uhh...thanks!

ATF: I haven't had sex in so long!
Me: How long?
ATF: Like 2 months! But I was used to getting it every day for 4 years, so when you go to nothing, it's hard man!
Me: Wow. Yeah.
ATF: I don't want to go out and just fuck anyone.

ATF: Y'know I really like anal sex.
Me: It seems like kind of a lot of work.
ATF: Well I tried it once...but I really loved him. So it felt great.
Me: It's a lot of preparation, and you'd have to go very slow.
ATF: Oh yeah, but that's why you'd be so good! Because you're so gentle.
Me: Thanks.
ATF: I'm sorry...is that weird? I can't help it. I'm just a really open person.

ATF: My pussy is so wet right now.
Me: *glancing down* Errr - that might've been from me.
ATF: No...I'm really wet! I really like how you're so gentle with me.

ATF: I bet sex with you would be amazing!
Me: Maybe.
ATF: You don't think so?
Me: (I remind her about the low confidence thing)
ATF: But you're so soft and gentle, I bet it'd be amazing!
(We talk about confidence, and how I believe it comes from repeated positive experiences, and that I simply haven't had them.)

ATF: Do you like my body?
Me: Yes, you're gorgeous and sexy!
ATF: *sigh*
Me: Let me guess, you don't like it?
ATF: Oh no no...I love my body; it's great. Good genes! I have a great body.

We talked for a while about the friends versus customer thing. I told her I'm happy just seeing her in the club. I was having such a hard time saying: "You're bull-shitting me, just stop it!" She was being pleasant and as much as I talked a big game on here, I get there and I can't bring myself to be any less than 100% polite. *sigh* The details are fuzzy, it was a few conversations spread between the above and below SS. I tried to get across that I was happy with either friend or customer, but not both. She really won't let go of dangling the OTC carrot. I have to keep explaining that it would be weird and that both will not work as it'd be awkward. Then it kept going:

ATF: What are you doing Friday night?
Me: Hanging out with my friends, like every Friday for about 10 years now.
ATF: What about before then?
Me: You mean before the guys, or before like in 10 years ago?
ATF: Funny. I mean tomorrow.
Me: I don't know, I get home, check e-mail, do chores, errands, etc.
ATF: What is wrong with you?
Me: What?
ATF: *sigh* Oh my God...I'm so confused.
Me: Sorry.
ATF: *sigh* Do you want to have sex with me?
Me: Of course!
ATF: So you would?
Me: Yes.
ATF: Well then why don't you want to see me outside the club?
Me: *sigh*
ATF: I'm confused.
Me: *sigh* Remember that whole low confidence thing?
ATF: Huh?
Me: I don't believe you.
ATF: *sigh* What do I have to do!? I'm throwing myself at you and you're dissing me.
Me: Well...
ATF: It's not some Stripper line (oh, you mean SS?).
Me: Okay.
ATF: Do you think I have a good body?
Me: Yes!
ATF: Do you want to have sex?
Me: Yes.
ATF: Then what's the problem?
Me: *sigh*
ATF: If you want to have sex with me, then why don't you want to see me outside the club?
Me: Both would be weird. Money and friends don't mix.
ATF: I know, I said I agreed to that earlier (no she didn't).

We talk about my views on strippers. She wants to know if I respect her; because she's not a whore, and she said if I don't feel comfortable with her being a stripper to just say so and she won't be hurt. I explain that I see it as a job like any other, and that I'd be a hypocrite if I looked down on her when I’m a customer.

ATF: Well...can I call you?
Me: If you want.
ATF: Well I don't want to force something on you that you don't want.
Me: No, I want it. (I'll say anything to keep getting VIPs from her).
ATF: Well I'm going to have to call you, because you don't know how to pick up a phone.
Me: Nope; no clue.

We start to get dressed at this point.

ATF: You're spoiled.
Me: (confused).
Me: So, any fashion tips before I go?
ATF: Ha, no you'll just have to come shopping with me.

We say our goodnights. Apparently my efforts to explain that I can't be friends and her customer led her to the conclusion that she'll dangle sex instead. At least half a dozen times during the above SS I had to stifle a laugh. But y'know what? With a VIP that awesome, whatever. The bottom line is I'm one happy and satisfied custy.

$250 + $40 in singles spent.

Richard_Head
08-09-2007, 08:51 PM
Damn, you've got me confused too :-\.

Did you read this thread by mr_punk (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=95917)?

lestat1
08-09-2007, 08:58 PM
Damn, you've got me confused too :-\.

Did you read this thread by mr_punk (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=95917)?

I don't see the connection. /:O

Richard_Head
08-09-2007, 09:17 PM
I don't see the connection. /:OOk, the story itself really doesn't have a connection, the title of the thread on the other hand perhaps does.

Jenny
08-09-2007, 09:32 PM
You know, I have kind of a funny story that is the exact opposite of that, in which it took me like 8 months to convince a customer to sleep with me. I might put it in a NATO sometime, but it really consisted of several nights.

Yeah. Good times.

lestat1
08-09-2007, 09:39 PM
^^^ I can't tell if by opposite, you're being sarcastic in that they sound similar to me on the surface, or by opposite you mean that you really did want to sleep with him whereas with my ATF is is all just SS. /:O

Jenny
08-09-2007, 09:50 PM
I meant like the opposite point of view. I never asked if he respected me though. I don't know - she sounds pretty pitiful. She might just be really flaky.

lestat1
08-09-2007, 09:52 PM
Oh, duh. Well then I look forward to reading the NATO sometime! :)

mr_punk
08-10-2007, 01:24 PM
She wants to know if I respect her; because she's not a whore, and she said if I don't feel comfortable with her being a stripper to just say so and she won't be hurt.sigh...i don't know if it's a part of these girls scripted routine or what, but it's tiresome to hear.

Howie
08-10-2007, 03:15 PM
lestat1 your exchanges sound eerily similar to some of the conversations I had with my old dancer. I thought it was a game of SS vs. CS and I just played along. I didn’t realized she was serious until I started getting the phone messages with her crying on the other end because I stood her up or didn’t return her text messages.

My advice is to agree with whatever she wants to do while ITC, but once you walk out the door, remind yourself that it was just a fantasy. You'll be much happier.

FBR
08-10-2007, 05:00 PM
You know, I have kind of a funny story that is the exact opposite of that, in which it took me like 8 months to convince a customer to sleep with me. I might put it in a NATO sometime, but it really consisted of several nights.

Yeah. Good times.

Please don't post the story, Jenny. No way would we want to read such drama and probable mushy stuff. I mean, I know punk would puke for sure.

FBR ;)

Jenny
08-10-2007, 05:15 PM
Mushy? Well if bringing in a teddy bear wearing a shirt with a big heart on it, holding a card with puppies snuggling on the front with my phone number inside is mushy, I GUESS I'm mushy.

Seriously dude - I wasn't actually going to post the story, but mushy? Who are you talking to?

FBR
08-10-2007, 05:32 PM
Brunhild of the iron covered bosom, I so had a moment thinking you might have succumbed to mush at some point in your life. Bad FBR :banghead:

FBR

Jenny
08-10-2007, 05:34 PM
Brunhild of the iron covered bosom, I so had a moment thinking you might have succumbed to mush at some point in your life. Bad FBR :banghead:

FBR
Only when I see grown men playing with puppies. But they don't let puppies in my club.

SportsWriter2
08-10-2007, 06:49 PM
I thought it was a game of SS vs. CS and I just played along. I didn’t realized she was serious until I started getting the phone messages with her crying on the other end because I stood her up or didn’t return her text messages.
BPD girls will cry on the phone, then cry their eyes out right in the club. They sob, tremble and soak your shirt. Five minutes later they're high as a kite in euphoria again. I think of it as SS Gone Wild. :-\

Svelt
08-17-2007, 11:49 AM
I walk up the stairs to the sc noticing the new hostess, hmmm haven't been in a few weeks I might not know anyone I remind myself. Flash my VIP, collect ones and head in. Its early so just a few girls on the floor, and fewer customers. I head off to my dark corner, away from everyone, but a good view of the stage. One of the day girls I have known for the past year or so collides with me and while playfully hugging me begins talking about her day. We chat about this and that, she sees what she hopes is a spender and is gone.

I turn back to see who is on stage, but incoming is the waitress turned dancer. I blink a few times, she has really tightened up, a few more months of dancing and she will be amazing... She starts grilling me on my personal life and I reciprocate. Eventually she wanders off as well, I still haven't looked at the stage...

Stages are okay, no none is really into it cause the club is empty, I am tossing singles onto the stage, still amazed at my groupings, 20 feet away and they always land essentially 6" apart, to many years doing this I tell myself :) I am here to be distracted and entertained by my current fav, but she is no where to be seen. Still have time before 10 pm house dance, if she isn't here by then, she's a no show.

In walks M, one of three dancers that make me a PL. She heads on stage and I head to the manager station for more ones, I splash 20 on stage and head back to my corner. M ignores me, she's grumpy about something. Its okay, recall I am PL for her :) Stage set over, she grabs a guy and heads to VIP.

I notice K appears, things are looking bad for this scj, another dancer I am PL for, still no sign of the fav. K is an old fav from a year ago, I literally was such a PL I asked her to let me go, cause I couldn't do it myself. Since then she has been a solid friend, gotta respect that. Stages go by, K hits the stage and is all secret smiles for me in the middle of moves, checking to see if I am watching. Stage done I realize I didn't tip at all, totally distracted. K is top earner, she usually scowls at stage tips anyway so no worries. She heads right over after her stage, does her cuddle reverse grind signature move and thinks out loud over which guy she is going to take. Bam she is gone, and the sends me a secret smile as she leads her target off to a booth.

As I turn to see what's happening on stage M appears now all cuddly and happy, she's just returned from VIP in a much better mood. She springs up in mid cuddle and drags some guy off to VIP.

Enter T, I am so toast, all three girls I am PL for are here, and still no fav. T ignores me, whew and hunts on the far side of the club. Time goes by no fav, T continues to ignore, M drops by to cuddle between VIP trips. All three are busy making money, and I am making patterns on the stage with singles. I am bored, no real stage dancers, I am getting lots of attention, but no fav.

10 pm house dance comes and goes, T hits the stage, I am mesmerized as always. She is the best stage dancer I have ever seen. She gives me the I own you look thru out her stage. She disappears after her stage and M appears to cuddle again, I let M know I am leaving and she mauls me, then leaves off to hunt. Ex-waitress cuddles me on the way out and T blocks my path, T says "You want a dance." I blink nod and follow her towards VIP, recall I am PL for her. On the way, we pass K, T says something and K comes back with "Fine keep him I don't need him", and looks disgustedly at me. I turn away and M is also standing there. Oh great all three right here for this little drama. T grabs me and pulls me into a booth. She's been gone I haven't been around, so she updates me on her life and we talk. She starts dancing, I loose track of time, she does too. She starts talking again and sits down, we decide it was 5 dances. I head out, completely distracted.

Richard_Head
08-18-2007, 02:58 PM
Part I
I found myself in Las Vegas this past week and being the junkie that I am you had better believe that meant a strip club visit or two. First stop, the Spearmint Rhino, I arrived at about 9:30pm, paid the $30 cover charge and head into the club, there was already a decent crowd and the seating options were limited so I grabbed a spot at the main stage. A very attractive waitress was over in no time to grab my drink order, $7 for a Miller Lite.

It didn't take long before a blonde girl was sitting in my lap (uninvitedly I might add), what's your name, where are you from, why are you in town, where are you staying, blah blah blah, I really wasn't interested and was trying to get the point across by not saying much (does that ever work???), anyways she didn't get the message, next song came on and she starts taking her top off, WHOA WHOA WHOA, what's going on here? I stopped her and told her I didn't ask for a dance, she gave my a blank look and replied "I assumed you knew what I was up to", I made it clear to her that I wasn't going to get a dance and suggested that she try asking the next time, she got the point now and left without much hassle.

At this point I saw a spot open up at a nearby table and grabbed it, of course that meant a constant stream of girls stopping by, what's your name, where are you from, why are you in town, blah, blah, blah, LOL, everygirl use the same approach, what happened to originality. Oddly enough none of the girls was doing much for me and I didn't see any of the girls I have spent time with in the past, I don't think that has ever happened to me before at the Rhino. Finally an attractive asian girl stopped by who showed a little personality and I got a dance, her dancing wasn't nearly as good as her personality and I stopped at one after which the first words out of her mouth were "are you going to tip me??".

At this point I needed to visit the restroom, that obviously meant I would lose my seat as the club was starting to fill up, but what can you do when nature calls??? So I take care of business, tip the toilet troll a buck for handing me a paper towel and head back out to the club. Of course the seating was hard to find at this point so I stood near the bar for a bit. This won't stop the girls from their hustle, it seemed like every girl passing by felt the need to try to hustle up some business. At one point a so-so blonde came up, fed me the usual BS, asked me where I was staying and then asked me if I wanted her to come back to my room for some fun (LOL, she didn't sound too sincere), at least she was original, I politely declined and she was on her way. It really was amusing watching these girls work, the friendly approach, the big smile, all sorts of innuendo, then watching them do a 180 after you decline their approach (some of them walking away without a word).

Finally I see a drop dead gorgeous blonde girl dancing on one of the side stages and thought bingo, so I head over to tip her, she looks at me and keeps dancing, I stand there a bit thinking she'd come over to take the tip at which point I'd ask her to dance for me, think again, she kept dancing, finally she looked at me again and said you can just drop that right there (i.e. drop the money on the stage), so I did, not even a thanks (there was nobody else there tipping her). That gave me second thoughts about wanting any dances from her so I meandered away.

I was scratching my head at this point, this was the fucking Spearmint Rhino, in fucking Las Vegas, Nevada, I have never failed to have a good time at this place and at this point I was not having a good time. I'll attribute it to being a mid-week evening in mid-August, still it was disappointing. I was going to finish my beer and head out when this perky little asian girl stopped by (and when I say little, I mean little, she was 4'9" without her heels), she was hot and she was nice so we found a spot for some dances, I got two at which point she made the push for the VIP room, nothing else was working for me so I said ok to the 1/2 hour room ($200 plus 2 over-priced drinks). We found a spot, settled in and the dancing commenced, they were very good, not the best I've had there but still very nice, she had a hot toned little body and knew how to use it. As we left the VIP room I got a nice thank you and then she handed me her business card (no not for escorting services but rather for her personal website (http://www.ilovecjmiles.com/galleries.php)), as I looked at the card I realized that I had seen her MySpace (http://www.myspace.com/ilovecjmiles) page. She's also all over YouTube, check her out here (http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=cj+miles&search=Search). So the night was salvaged, I knew if I gave it enough time it would be. I headed out that point, back to my hotel.

Richard_Head
08-18-2007, 05:17 PM
Part II
So, I head back to my hotel, I was staying at The Orleans, here's a view from my window. http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/4029/seamlesslvzf6.jpg (http://imageshack.us)Yeah, I know it's a crappy photo, I snapped it with my camera phone, (off topic, I really need to invest in an I-phone), the point of the photo is to show the building near the center of the picture, the one with the pink fluorescent lighting, that's Seamless, I could see it from my room, it was calling out to me, I couldn't leave Vegas with paying a visit. So I park my car at the hotel and walk on over (as you can tell from the picture, it's literally right across the street), it's probably 1:00am at this point. Cover charge was $20. As I enter the club I'm greeted by a dancer in a giant martini glass, LOL she was nice and I felt bad for her being stuck in a giant martini glass so I slipped a couple dollars into the glass then head into the club.

It was an interesting set up, if you're not familiar with it, it's feels more like some ultra lounge than a strip club, it's also a very popular after hours spot (starting at 4am). I headed past the bar up to the seating near the stage to locate a spot to sit, as I do so I pass a tall blonde girl, damn I made eye contact, she locked in and followed me to my seat. She was nice enough, just not my type, hard to shake too, when she asked me if I didn't find her attractive enough I resisted the urge to tell her the truth and told her I just wanted to settle in first (why do dancers ask that question???). She finally gave up at some point and left me alone, at this point though some other PL wanted to sit with me (a customer not a dancer), he said he didn't want to sit at a table by himself, he was alright though, I didn't mind. There really didn't seem to be many girls working, except for one group which seemed more interested in hanging out with each other, so it was slim pickings. A couple of dancers stopped by but they weren't my type either so I passed on dances. Finally I spotted a reasonably attractive girl heading in my direction, about 5'6", slim, brunette hair, pretty face, nice legs, she was wearing a tight black dress that fit her very nicely. As she got close though another dancer pulled her away to a table of 2 guys. DAMN. She ended up doing one dance for that guy, I think she may have noticed me eyeing her as she headed right over after she left that guy. I got got a $20 dance from her then headed over to the 3 for $100 room, it was a nice room, very roomy, very empty too (nobody else was back there, well except for the bouncer). The dances were pretty good, the contact levels were upped a notch from the main room, it was quite interactive, after the 3 songs were over we decided on another 3, more of the same, quite enjoyable.

I left not long after that, it is a really nice place, I'm guessing if the opportunity presented itself I'd return.

mr_punk
08-18-2007, 06:55 PM
I was going to finish my beer and head out when this perky little asian girl stopped by (and when I say little, I mean little, she was 4'9" without her heels)wow, you aren;t kidding. she is pretty tiny. she should staple her platforms shoes to her feet.

As we left the VIP room I got a nice thank you and then she handed me her business card (no not for escorting services but rather for her personal website), as I looked at the card I realized that I had seen her MySpace page. She's also all over YouTube, check her out here. LOL..major attention whore. you think these girls would get their fill ITC. i guess not.

CalifSCVisitor65
08-18-2007, 08:13 PM
Part II
So, I head back to my hotel, I was staying at The Orleans, here's a view from my window. http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/4029/seamlesslvzf6.jpg (http://imageshack.us)Yeah, I know it's a crappy photo, I snapped it with my camera phone, (off topic, I really need to invest in an I-phone), the point of the photo is to show the building near the center of the picture, the one with the pink fluorescent lighting, that's Seamless, I could see it from my room, it was calling out to me, I couldn't leave Vegas with paying a visit.

LOL as soon as I saw that pic, I knew what was next...:D

Although one time was enough for me at Seamless. I couldn't figure our if the girls were dancers or civilians partying there.

xdamage
08-18-2007, 10:13 PM
I left not long after that, it is a really nice place, I'm guessing if the opportunity presented itself I'd return.

Yea, I dig it. The whole ultra-lounge thing is kind of a nice change, and the hustle factor is low.

lestat1
08-19-2007, 10:55 AM
I was going to finish my beer and head out when this perky little asian girl stopped by (and when I say little, I mean little, she was 4'9" without her heels), she was hot and she was nice so we found a spot for some dances, I got two at which point she made the push for the VIP room, nothing else was working for me so I said ok to the 1/2 hour room ($200 plus 2 over-priced drinks). We found a spot, settled in and the dancing commenced, they were very good, not the best I've had there but still very nice, she had a hot toned little body and knew how to use it. As we left the VIP room I got a nice thank you and then she handed me her business card (no not for escorting services but rather for her personal website (http://www.ilovecjmiles.com/galleries.php)), as I looked at the card I realized that I had seen her MySpace (http://www.myspace.com/ilovecjmiles) page. She's also all over YouTube, check her out here (http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=cj+miles&search=Search). So the night was salvaged, I knew if I gave it enough time it would be. I headed out that point, back to my hotel.

Day-um she's a tiny little hottie! I can see why you went with a VIP from her. ;D

Dirty Ernie
08-19-2007, 11:35 AM
When the ATF left Sapphire, she moved over to Seamless. I do like it, overall, but you can't really circle the club due to the layout. Dances after 4am are supposed to be in the 3 for $100 room, but most times I've left after sunrise never having gone in there. I have been moved for a group of night clubbers to sit, though. The ATF is at OG's on weekends now for the benefit of her friend, and the fact several Sapphire staff are there now. I was trying to get her back to Seamless for my trip this weekend, but I found this hot little russian blonde at OG's recently, so I'm thinking I won't mind her staying put. Yes, the expiration date on Dirty Ernies shelf life is approaching.

Howie
08-20-2007, 09:22 PM
Was in Vegas last week and had just left the Stratosphere after doing the Big Shot ride. I know it’s a kiddy ride, but I get the biggest thrill out of it. Decided to walk over to the nearby SC. If you know Vegas, you know which one I’m talking about. Didn’t think it was that far, and the walk wasn’t that big a deal. Didn’t break a sweat until I entered the club and the A/C. This was about 6pm. Thought I’d kill an hour before I needed to meet up with some friends for dinner and a show.

I walked in and I couldn’t see a thing except for the accent lights leading to the main room. The stage had lights, but I still couldn’t make out chairs or tables. Someone was talking to me and I couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from. Felt around for a chair and sat down. The place seemed to be virtually empty. A couple of dancers were on the stage, but there was absolutely no one watching or tipping. The voices I heard earlier sat down on either sit of me and proceeded to tell me of the advantages of VIP. One was some kind of Asian and the other was Black, but with blond hair. At this point I still couldn’t see very well.

The song ended and the dancers on the stage left and no one replaced them. All I really wanted to do was sit there and watch the stage and cool off. I told the two that I wasn’t ready for any dances yet and to come back once I’d had a chance to relax. They wouldn’t take the hint and kept up the pressure to go to VIP with them. One of my cardinal rules is that I never ever do double dances. I think it’s just a way of draining you bank account twice as fast.

After a couple more songs, no other dancers got on stage. The two dancers were on either side of me rubbing my legs, chest, crotch, and hair, talking about how back in VIP, they’d be able to play with me and I’d be able to play with them. I voiced my dislike of having two dancers at a time. The Asian explained to me that while one was having fun with me the other would be on the lookout for the bouncer and could provide cover. They kept quoting a price, which they said did not include the tip. I told them that was more than I had brought with me, but they said they’d take me to the ATM where I could get more money. I told them I never use an ATM and was only going to spend a set amount. They finally relented and said rather than VIP, we could go over to a dark corner. I reluctantly agreed and we all headed over to the corner. At this point, I still didn’t see any other customers or dancers in the place. The waitress occasionally walked by, but that was it.

Once in the corner they started off with what I considered to be fairly medium mileage dances. Then when the Asian told the blonde the coast was clear, within 30 seconds she had my belt unbuckled, fly open, and my johnson out. The Asian handed the Blonde a bottle of lube and she’s on my lap starts with the HJ and feeding me the nipple. Meanwhile the Asian is providing a screen and calling out when someone (I don’t know who) was walking by. I thought I’d cop a feel under the thongs, but that was clearly off limits.

After about 15 minutes, that feeling of satisfaction starts to become apparent. I inform the ladies of this, and they keep going. I figured I gave them fair warning and once it was over, the ladies get out a bottle of hand sanitizer and tell me I hurry and button up myself. I put things away and take out my tip roll and count out the agreed upon price to each of them. After paying them, I had about $20 left which they wanted also. Said I needed cab money, but they insisted that it was only right that I give them a tip. I was getting annoyed, so I gave the last $20 to them. Glad they didn’t know I had another $1,000 in my wallet, or they’d figured they were entitled to that also.

Soon as they got their money, they were gone. I went to the RR and cleaned myself up a little and walked back to the stage to see if anyone was dancing. No one was there. I sat down for a couple of songs to see if anyone got up on stage, but no one showed up. I figured I’d spent more than I planned to already, so I decided to leave. As I got up to walk out, the tag team walked by and didn’t say a word. Maybe it was shift change, but about 10-15 girls walked by heading into the main room. Thought about staying, but at that point, I was feeling pretty pathetic and decided my funds would be better spent at my home club.

I grab the bus and head back to the hotel and showered before meeting up with my friends. Later that night, I was sitting at the bar talking to some working girls and realized that I was having a better conversation and if I wanted to pay the price, would have had a better ROI than the SC. I would worry too much about LE or getting robbed to actually complete the deal, but made me realize that despite the beautiful women, the high pressure of Vegas SCs actually ruins the experience for me. I have scheduled my next trip in December and I’m not sure if I’ll visit another SC.

Richard_Head
08-20-2007, 11:02 PM
LOL Howie, I know exactly where you are talking about. I had the almost exact experience there a while back, it may have even been the same girls (although I may be wrong on that).

lestat1
08-23-2007, 11:20 PM
Twice and My First Feature

Bankroll: $300 + $50 singles (+ a 2-4-1 token from my last trip value: $50)

I went to my favorite club, which is the one nearby and not the one at which my ATF works. They featured adult film star Cassie Young tonight, not that I could find her on adultdvdempire.com. Whatever, they had a link to her portfolio which was enough to get me in there: http://ladirectmodels.com/girl.php?girl=Cassie%20Young

I need to explain this club's pricing so later stuff makes sense. It's $25 to the club for a private dance, of which the girls get a cut ($10 I think). Standard tip is $25 to the dancer. I know, $50 for one song is steep, but these are gorgeous dancers, all-nude, with two-way contact sans breasts. They employ "lap dance cloths" to avoid errrm "getting it on themselves." So the price is worth it. They also do lapdances, which are the 30-60 second dances after their stage set where they come by for tips and to solicit a private dance. I usually tip a few dollars for these, and if you agree to a private dance, usually they're off to the bouncer/doorman before I can even give them their few dollars; they don't care - they want the private dance $. This is important to remember later.

An eventful night, so I'll try to skip the mundane and offer all the highlights. The gorgeous blonde waitress was very blonde tonight. I ordered a diet coke and handed her a twenty; she asked if I want singles. Ha, my pocket is stuffed with $1s; "No thanks I'm all set." She returns with a bottled water and singles. We'll call that a blonde moment and move on (she still got a 50% tip on the price of my two drinks, for being so beyond gorgeous I don't have the words).

I'm sitting stage side for an hour or so and getting zero attention from the ladies working the floor. Is this my attire? In an experiement this evening, I went for very well-dressed, with linen pants, a short-sleeve button down shirt, and a matching blazer (which I found out tonight serves two functional purposes). Usually I'm a polo or button-down shirt and khakis guy at the club. First functional use of the blazer is all of the extra pockets to hold my $1s, my cell phone, and keys. Then I notice none of the customers sitting stage-side are getting any attention. I wonder if they've instituted a rule against approaching guys at the tip rail. If so, it's shame because the place was packed but the tip rail was empty. As I look around the room, I'm seeing lapdances that are more like private dances. These girls are doing 1-2 song dances, casual about whether their top is all the way on, guys' hands on them, draped over them like melted sex. I'm itching for some of this attention already! :P

A dancer takes the stage who I can only describe as 100% my type and perfect. She could be a supermodel, she is that flawless. She is the sort of dancer I've seen only a handful of times in my 11 years of clubbing. Tall, long dirty blonde hair (which turned out to be like silk), thin but with just enough curves, nice natural-looking (do you like how I say "natural-looking" instead of actually trying to tell?) breasts, and just so damned beautiful. Then she goes into one of the most acrobatic and impressive stage shows I've ever seen. I'll skip most of the gymnastic moves and say this: she stood on the tip rail, leaped across the stage, caught the pole in mid-air, and spun around it for a nice soft landing. *jaw drop* All that, and it was only me sitting at the stage tipping her. I couldn't believe it; I couldn't figure out what was wrong with the guys in there...did they not see what I just saw? Anyway, I must see her again sometime.

So I hit the RR some time later and I overhear a guy on his cell phone sounding like he runs either a dancers-for-bachelor-parties business, an escort service, or is a pimp. "Any preferences as far as tattoos go? Uh huh...and any age preference? So you're staying at the XXXXX Hotel. And what room number sir? Okay so the XXXXX Hotel, Room XXX. Okay I'll see what I can find. No if you don't hear from me in, oh 15 minutes, give me a call back. Sometimes they want your last name." Okay, I know their hotel and room number. I shouldn't have this information. WTF was all that!? Weird.

I grab a diet coke and take a seat away from the stage. Within mere seconds, I have a dancer in my lap. She is exotic-looking, perhaps polynesian or phillipino, and so tiny, tight, and sexy I can't believe it. Now this is no ordinary lapdance, she is freaking working it! I'm having a near private dance experience with her, and this goes on for at least a full song. I don't know what to tip. I can't very well give her the few singles the lapdances normally are. I gave her $10, but in hindsight I think $20 was in order. I decline a private dance (even though I know it'd be awesome) because I want one from Ms. Cassie Young if she ever gets working. Now I must explain that I made the same mistake I recenty made before my last trip to this club. I enjoy "the tease," and with this club visit known and planned for for some time, I had let certain matters fall by the wayside in anticipation of tonight. And so it was that I found myself actually somewhat "close" at the end of this lapdance. Call me a PL if you will, but go two weeks and see how you feel. I guess I'm not as old as I thought I was; which is good news! Whew, what fun. Within a minute of her leaving, another dancer approaches. Hell yeah I want a lapdance! Second dancer is asian, and quite possibly even tinier than the last one. She is working it even harder than the first, and I'm having as good or better a lapdance as the previous one. Then I realize that maybe this was a mistake. I keep my hands to myself, and begin letting my mind wander. Oh my...I couldn't...no, I've never, not even in my years as a late teen, had this problem out on the floor. I mean, it's always been during a private dance that I'm made happy. I start shifting my position to reduce the contact she has with me, deep breaths, but it's a lost cause. I have a new most embarassing moment at a strip club. Fortunately, I'm well layered and she doesn't seem to notice, continuing to dance for a little while more. Then I find out she definitely didn't notice as she asks me if I want a private dance. "No thanks." - but I'm really thinking well I can't now, can I? Hmm, disappointing, as I really wanted a private dance from the feature! :(

I head to the RR to clean up, dodging a few ghetto punks on their cells (I swear all night long, half the guys in the club were on their cell phones). I head back out, and sit stage side where it seems I'll avoid being asked for a lapdance (I need to dry off). I tip for a while, then I see a group of guys (I end up next to them later and see from their uniforms they're all from a local auto dealership) enter with a gorgeous female coworker (I assume). They spend their time more interested in chatting with each other and ordering red bulls than with the dancers on stage. Meanwhile I've got ghetto thugs behind me who found the ghetto dancer to hang with, and I'm catching brief snippets of what I imagine must be English but I'm not able to make it out. I've now made it through an entire dance rotation after about 1.5 hours, and tired of the stage and jealous of the remarkable and confounding floor action I'm seeing, I head back to the tables. It doesn't take long at all (this place was packed for a Thursday night, and had a ton of dancers working) before I have another dancer in my lap. She's nothing extraordinary, but I enjoy myself nonetheless and she does manage to wake the beast. Props to her, it's only been an hour or so. I decline a private dance, but tip her $10. Soon enough another dancer who is blonde, cute, and has a good body comes by. She is not extraordinary either, but she is really good in all categories. She starts working the lapdance, and takes my hands and places them on her. I really love when they do that. Even when I know the rules allow it, or when I know it's okay, I still hesitate, and I feel bad about the two-way contact as I dislike the idea of making her uncomfortable. Again, call me a PL if you will. So it's reassuring and fun when they initiate it. There is just someting about the impression that a dancer enjoys her work and is okay with it all that is calming to me.

At this point I'm getting cynical about Ms. Cassie Young. I heard the DJ say she'd be on stage after the next girl, so I decide what the hell, and I agree to a private dance with the cute blond. I'll be back in time. I had my 2-4-1 token from last time, so all that was left was her up-front tip. I gave her $50 (2 X $25), as I always tip full price on 2-4-1s. She had a casual attitude that put me at ease. I think that's what I liked best about her; she was gorgeous, but I didn't feel as nervous and intimidated, or guilty about how she felt, as I tend to feel. She stripped it all off right away, commenting that she doesn't fuck around with that striptease stuff. What a girl, lol. Lap dance cloth in place, she then hits the button (they have 3 buttons that time 4, 8, or 12 minutes for the dances, a light comes on and goes out when time's up). She didn't push the button until she was ready to start. A small gesture, but it makes me feel good to know she's not going to nickel and dime me. She also thanked me for my generous tip. It's amazing what a little decency towards each other does for the whole transaction. Her dance was good, but not great. I'd have preferred more of the sensual acts that I enjoy, such as the ear nibbling and neck kissing, but she did a few cheek kisses. Nice gentle grinding, just how I like it. She throws in the perfect SS: believable (or at least plausible) compliments. She says that she appreciates that I am dressed well and smell nice, that those things are turn-ons for her. She adds a little dirty talk, but stays primarily focused on the task at hand. In an act of perfect timing I'm satisfied perhaps 20 seconds before lights out. Most dancers at this club make no comment about the results of a dance, suffice to ask (what can I say, I'm usually quiet) if I'm "all set" or if I want one more dance. I was not quiet this time. Cute blondie quipped that I might want to "cover that up...like maybe carry your jacket or something." She then added: "You've got a wet spot from me, or you, or both." And thus we discover functional use #2 of wearing a blazer to the club: by buttoning the bottom button, these sorts of situations are concealed. I tipped her another $20 ($70 total tip for two songs, and well-earned).

I head back to the stage and grab a seat just before our 1.5 hours-late feature finally decides to grace us with her presence. Okay...wow. What a presence it is! She is smiling and grinning like I've never seen, she is bouncing all over that stage like the happiest thing on Earth for her right this minute is to be there performing for us. She works the crowd, she gives individual attention, eye contact, and is so fun and flirty. I'm impressed. Oddly her outfit is a tight referee's outfit. Okay. Oh well, she has a whistle and it goes with the music she has set up; as she ends up blowing the whistle when the lyrics say to. I end up tossing out a little more in $1s than the house girls got from me for their stage sets. She only did two songs. If it weren't as late as it was, and if I hadn't twice made a mess of things, I might have still gotten a private dance. Oh well, perhaps next time.

Total spent: All $50 of my singles + $150 in dance tips = $200.

This was one of the best trips I've ever had, and the very best I've ever had at $200 or below! I'm very impressed with the current quality of the girls there, and their new lapdance/floor mileage. :)

azdd
08-24-2007, 05:21 AM
Excellent TR Stat! Linen pants are a one-way ticket to losing it with even a moderately skilled lapper. Two words: dark colors. }:D

mr_punk
08-24-2007, 10:22 PM
I went for very well-dressed, with linen pants, a short-sleeve button down shirt, and a matching blazer (which I found out tonight serves two functional purposes).did you say linen? LOL..IMO, linen is probably best material for perving in a sc. i wear very thin, slightly oversized, linen pants or preferably shorts (sans underwear) to the sc all the time.

I have a new most embarassing moment at a strip club.

I head to the RR to clean upthat's why it called "the walk of shame", lestat.

lestat1
08-26-2007, 11:31 AM
Oh well, perhaps next time.

Which turned out to be last night (my friends weren't around and I had cash left over over from Thursday, so why not).

The club was packed, but since it was packed mostly with young punks there was of course room at the tip rail. I was parched but couldn't get a drink as the bartender was busy arguing with one of said young punks over drink prices. They had come in in a large bachleor party group and wanted discounts on everything (I had to wait to pay to get in as some ringleader was arguing with the doorman over cover charge). I must be getting old, because the young punks were annoying the crap out of me. Shut up and watch the show already; you can chat with your friends when there's not a gorgeous naked woman on stage, y'know?

Anyway, my timing was better than Thursday as I was only a few house girls away from the feature (http://ladirectmodels.com/girl.php?girl=Cassie%20Young) appearing on stage. She came out wearing a bustier with garter straps attached to her fishnet thigh-highs and carrying a feather boa. Nice! :) She again delivered an energetic stage show, dancing to some classic "stripper songs" (old-school Madonna). One of the other dancers was all over the guy next to me but somehow had her ass in my face. Literally, for a while I couldn't even see. Fortunately she was a wiper though, so it was all good. House dancer was out-tipping the young punks and trying to get them up there. She placed the singles in creative areas on her body, from which the feature would take them with her mouth. Neither was shy about sticking their tongues out for some kissing. Now that I tip extra for! The feature had some little posters she gave out to the loudest customers. I hurt my throat but I won one. Apparantly I can be loud. :O

At this point I went to the bar to fetch my own drink, and encountered a very sexy asian, perhaps Hawaiin dancer, who intorduced herself. I've actually gotten a few private dancers from her in the past, but it's been a few years so I'm not surprised she forgot me. The best parts of her dancing are her sensuality, that she always dances for far longer than she needs to, and she just plain knows how to take care of a man. You'll pay for one song and she'll give you two. Yeah....she always gets tipped very well from me. So we searched for a place for me to sit so she could dance for me. We found a spot in the corner and she ended up dancing for at least two songs. Very sensual, very hot, and very messy. Crap. And here I was trying to hold out for a dance from the feature. I tipped AlohaGirl (well she said it and mentioned that she just got back from Hawaii) $40 for her considerable efforts.

Meanwhile feature has a table setup with a price list of her magazines, posters, 8X10s, DVDs, and private dances ($50). I spot it on my way to the restroom to clean up. Back at the stage, I tip and enjoy the shows for a while, going through I don't know how many stage sets until I decide what the hell, time to see what the feature is like up close. I got two private dances but was unsure about tipping. The price list is her price list, and she is off doing business seperate from the club (meaning we don't go to the doorman for private dance tokens, we go to her). So I pay my $100 and we settle in. Damn she is rather gorgeous! She is really friendly, lays the SS on thick, and we chat while she waits for the next song to start. Apparantly no one explained the timers to her. They have buttons you push for 4, 8, or 12 minutes that turn on a red light which goes off when your time is up. Oh well. Her dancers were decent, but not outstanding. Some guys would probably love them, but my preference is for slower more sensual dances.

I head back out and spend the next while looking for a seat away from the stage so I can get some floor dances, but I end up sitting at the stage for most of it. I go through a couple of drinks (they have Starbuck's Doubleshots - hehe). Finally I grab a seat against the wall, and set out searching for the insanely sensual dancer I got a floor dance from Thursday and spotted earlier tonight. The sexy blonde from my July trip comes by and asks for a private dance, but I decline. She is choice #2 right now, and I'm still holding out for #1. Then I spot her heading towards the doorman. She chats there for a while, and when she heads back towards the floor I make some eye contact and smile (huh - that stuff works). She came right over and danced for me. I don't know how to describe her look background-wise, but she is an exotic dark-haired beauty, incredibly thin, and is so soft, sensual, and feminine that it's intoxicating. She asks for a private dance, and I think my response was something like: "YES PLEASE!"

I'm torn on how many dances to get. She got me good and worked up with her lapdance, but I can't quit tell how many it's going to take. I decide two, but the doorman mentions the 3/$60 triple play they have, so why not. I go for that. I suspect that some guys hate her style of dances; they're very soft and slow, but I was in Heaven. I was enjoying gently caressing her skin and her overall tiny, tight physique. She would alternate between a few positions: facing away from me with her cheek against mine and her ass slowly rocking in my lap, facing forward in classic private dance style, and sitting facing away with her hands on my knees. The last one is fun as she'd lean her head back and tease me with her hair as I'd brush it with my hands. She took my cues well and really deliverd that soft sensual dances that I seek out. The only thing missing was the ear nibbling and neck kisses, although I did receive a few breathy moans in my ear. I lasted perhaps into the third song. She asked me: "Are you good?" hehe "Yes, thanks." I got the usual hug and a "Come see me again!" and I left to return to the stage to catch the features performance (she was up next).

This time the feature was wearing a scorchingly-hot genie outfit while Christina A's "Genie in a Bottle" played. The usual flood of $1s filled the stage, and this time the dancer whose ass was previously in my face sat in my lap and leaned across the lap next to me. My arms were actually pinned and I couldn't tip, but I could enjoy what happened next. Dancer asked for ones from the guys nearby, and placed them on her body again. This time I got a very up close view to the dollar-retrieval process. These were not "pretend to kiss but hair covering it up" kisses, this was the real deal. Hot damn. Her set finished with her again giving out posters to the loudest guys. She circled the stage and looked at each guy for his turn to scream. She shot me a dirty look at my silence (hey i already have one and I can't yell anymore lol). Last up was auctioning off a DVD of hers. The price list from before had them set at $40, meanwhile I'm thinking I'll just go online and get it for half that. I took part in the auction at $10, $20, and finally won at $25. Okay, so $5 more than list price at adultdvdempire.com, but this one is more of a souvenier and comes from the star herself.

Mmmm fun trip. I spent about $40 in singles + $300 (of which about another $40-$50 was turned into singles). My money is going to be split between my ATF at the other club, and Miss Sensual at this club.

Howie
08-31-2007, 09:39 AM
Last night I was working late and I got to thinking about how I’d only been to my SC once this summer and was wondering if anything had changed. I’d pretty much cut off all contact with the dancer who was pursuing me and hadn’t heard from her since June when she’d texted me that she was moving out of state. I figured that by now she’d moved and I wouldn’t chance running into her at the club. So off to the SC I go.

Does anyone else besides me get a kind of nervous feeling when making the drive to the club? I had a feeling of nervous anticipation that reinforced the notion that I shouldn’t really be doing this and that there was better ways for me to be spending my time and funds. I was able to push those feelings to the back of my mind as I pulled into the parking lot. Didn’t see very many cars at all and I thought that being a Thursday night before Labor Day, the selection of dancers might be rather thin and this would be a wasted trip.

Made my way inside and there looked to be about 5 customers there and about 5 dancers working. Very hot former dancer/waitress served me my drink and I tipped her a couple of bucks on top of the $3 drink charge. She always seems to appreciate the tips I give her. Makes me think other customers don’t tip very well. Judging by the lack of tips to the stage by others customers, I bet tips are far and few between.

I didn’t recognize any of the dancers working until a tall blonde came over. I realized that she was my shunned dancer’s “A” best friend. See prior TRs. She sat next to me and started with the how you doing, haven’t seen you for so long, etc. She then said something that surprised me. “Aren’t you “A”s boyfriend?

What? Told her I’d see her many times in the club, but never outside the club. I figured I was a regular, but not a boyfriend. She seemed embarrassed and told me not to say anything to “A” about what she’d said. I told her that I’d thought she’d moved somewhere out of state, but she said that “A” was still working there and would I like to go do some dances.

Off to VIP we go. We did a series of LD until she had to go on stage. Asked if I was going to get any more dances, which I told her definitely yes. Said she’d be right back after she was done. She left me with her top and a stack of ones and headed out. I grabbed her stuff and went out to the main room to watch. Some young guys had come in and sat there watching and didn’t tip the whole time. That has to be frustrating for the girls when they’re working the stage and no one can fork only a measly dollar. I tried to set a good example, but it did no good.

When she was done, we headed back to VIP where she started off my telling me how personal kissing was for her. I said I understood, whereby she then stuck her tongue down my throat. She commented how nice my lips were. My SS meter was starting to peg and I started throwing the CS back at her. She then told me how comfortable she felt with me and how she’d love to sleep next to me. Told her she’d not get any sleep caused I’d be fondling and poking her the whole time.

We finished up our dances and she wanted my business card so she could get in touch with me about helping her do her taxes for the last couple of years. Told her I thought dancers didn’t file taxes since it was a cash business. I fumbled through my billfold looking for a card, but made the excuse that I didn’t have one with me. Told her my email address, but don’t think I’ll be hearing from her. I like my relationships with dancers ending at the front door of the club.

All in all I had a pretty enjoyable trip. Didn’t spend near as much money as I did in Vegas, but I felt much more satisfied when I left. I love the older dancers. They might not have the tight bodies that a twenty something has, but they make up for it in other ways.

crizgolfer
08-31-2007, 12:44 PM
I love the older dancers. They might not have the tight bodies that a twenty something has, but they make up for it in other ways.

Yes, indeed they do...}:D

yoda57us
09-04-2007, 11:17 AM
Dude!:great: :worship:

FBR
09-04-2007, 08:06 PM
Jay, excellent TR :) I would have taken the 3 dance questions as a challenge considering my age and all;)

FBR

Howie
09-04-2007, 11:56 PM
Since you’re dragging up old trips, I’ve got one that doesn’t really pertain to SCs, but you might find entertaining.

My wife and I were visiting some friends in Tulsa and after a day of drinking, my buddy and I decide to leave the wives at home and go visit some clubs. The first club sucked and we decided to head off to a second one. I didn’t finish my beer and decided to sneak it out. While my buddy was driving down a four lane road, I tipped my beer and finished it off.

You guessed it. Cops, two lanes over, heading in the opposite direction saw me and pulled us over into a K-Mart parking lot. It must have been a slow night for the Tulsa police department because we had a backup and a special DUI car and eventually a Sergeant join us. The parking lot was ablaze with flashing lights. The field sobriety unit couldn’t tell if my buddy was drunk, so they decided to haul his ass downtown to test him on a machine. I got a ride back home in a police car. I didn’t know the address, so he had to call the other cops hauling my buddy downtown to find out where to take me. Got to his house and had to wake up his wife to let me in. Told her the story and she said it was bound to happen sooner or later. We sat up for about an hour waiting to hear from him to go bail him out.

Next thing we know he’s coming in the front door. Cops had to let him go because he only blew .08 and the limit at the time was .1. Cops told him that they had so much manpower involved in his arrest, that it was a shame not to charge him with anything. Said they could have written a ticket for open container, but it wasn’t him with the beer, but his idiot friend.

He decided to let me live and determined that it was a life lesson to never drink and drive again.

FBR
09-06-2007, 08:15 PM
^^ Great object lesson Howie. I wish I had read it sooner. I just finished off a six pack and now I have to figure out how long I need to stay here before driving home.

FBR

Katrine
09-23-2007, 04:16 PM
Let's go to Palazi-ho!
Although everything has been going well in my life, and I encounter success and conquest at every turn, my love life has been lacking. Not my sex life, just my love life.

Some silly boy seduced me and dissapeared. I like to have my way and be able to control other's emotions and actions, so needless to say, Kat was displeased.
However, I am still seeing several other guys. One of them invited me out to Palazio with him and his crew to watch the UFC fight. I could give a shit about UFC, its all pretty gay-looking to me. I had one goal in mind, and that was to have boobies in my face!

The trip began uneventfully. We had an older waitress with huge bazumbas, and they were obviously very heavy, because she was slow as hell at getting our order. How long does it take to bring a redbull and a beer? The guys were watching the fights before the big Liddell match. I was bored. I decided to be a creepy PL, and was going to walk around the club and stand in various corners stalking my prey until I found something worth eating.

It didn't take long. At stage 3, I immediately found my girl. Her stage name was that of an alcoholic beverage popular with rap artists. That could have been an instant deterrant, but I decided, in my mind, that her name would be Bianca. No, she wasn't Brazilian, but I swear its her! Bianca had a cute light brown hair in a bob, and was wearing a red and white bikini. Yup, you know what's coming next. I just love sexy bikini gals!;D

Pet peeve of mine: fat chicks that refer to themselves as "curvy." This girl was actually curvy in the appropriate manner. She had an ideal hip:waist ratio. Very narrow waist that sloped into rounded hips, no blubber. She had natural C cups that reminded me of my own. Perfect. I tipped her and told her to find me ASAP.

I did a little more stalking. A guy came up to me and whispered in my ear "you have a gorgeous body" and walked away before I could even turn around and see his face. Ummm, thanks. ::)

At stage 2, there were a few guys wearing UT shirts, not tipping the girl up there. I berated them to tip, then tipped her myself. A pretty latina with a so-so body. Her quickie dance was very sensual, so I opened up the possibility for more later.

Aside from that, pretty slim pickings for my taste. A couple of bland blondes, some impanted hardbodies that usually give lame dances, and a glassy-eyed mexicana stumbling around with a beer and her gut hanging out. Come on ladies, you're at work, suck it in and stand up straight! As I walked back to our table, I was stopped 2 or 3 times for requests to do a lapdance. I was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, mind you.
:-\
Eventually Bianca found me and some guys in VIP let us use their booth for a dance. Then I got her a drink and the booth was taken. I wanted more. The dances were good. Not naughty, but plenty of contact and sliding. At this point, the main fight was starting. WTF! They turned off the club music, and had the fight on everywhere, including on a huge projector screen on main stage. This sucks! I want dances. >:(

I told her we could do dances and we could just estimate the time. We found her regular in this cool little booth at the far end of the club. They actually have translucent curtains you can pull over for the appearance of privacy. Pretty cool concept, and with the booth's placing, doesn't make it particularly easy to do any serious extras.

She did another dance for me. Her regular started holding my hand while she danced. Creepy, but I was so relaxed and intoxicated with the amazing slope where the small of her back met her ass, I didn't care. He wasn't creepy in general. He bought me another dance from her. Then his buddy came with another girl and bought me another dance with Bianca. Buddy then asked me if he could buy me a dance from the stripper sitting with him. I said "hells yes!" Unfortunately, at moment my buddy texted me to come back to the table. Fight was over and they were leaving. Liddell got his ass beat. I promised to return for the free dance. Alas, I didn't make it and we left to go home and fuck.

All in all, a pretty decent trip. Cost: $10 cover, $40 dances ~$6 stage tips. Someone else paid for everything else. :)

SportsWriter2
09-23-2007, 05:05 PM
I could give a shit about UFC, its all pretty gay-looking to me.
Very perceptive, Kat. It's all about swapping the ultimate body fluid: blood. :-\


I immediately found my girl. Her stage name was that of an alcoholic beverage popular with rap artists.
I found one with a Bacardi logo for a tramp stamp. I appreciate your sense of the surreal. Another primo TR.

aggieed
09-23-2007, 11:55 PM
We had an older waitress with huge bazumbas, and they were obviously very heavy, because she was slow as hell at getting our order.

Hmmm...don't suppose she had long (big) curly hair as well.

hvpassion
09-24-2007, 06:41 AM
Was her name Alize

GenWar
09-24-2007, 09:58 AM
^^ No...her name was Bianca.

"Don't fuck with the fantasy, Wyatt. Why do you always have to fuck with the fantasy?" - Gary Wallace (Anthony Michael Hall) "Weird Science"

yoda57us
09-24-2007, 02:32 PM
Let's go to Palazi-ho!

He bought me another dance from her. Then his buddy came with another girl and bought me another dance with Bianca. Buddy then asked me if he could buy me a dance from the stripper sitting with him. I said "hells yes!" Unfortunately, at moment my buddy texted me to come back to the table. Fight was over and they were leaving. Liddell got his ass beat. I promised to return for the free dance. Alas, I didn't make it and we left to go home and fuck.


Jeeezzzz I hope he was worth it Kat. You know full well that the next time you go looking for Bianca she may be long gone....back to her career in porn and teasing certain Northeastern psycho-PL's....

Then what will you do???

Katrine
09-24-2007, 07:13 PM
Was her name Alize

perhaps.:-X

FBR
09-24-2007, 07:34 PM
Excellent TR, Katmeister :)

FBR

yoda57us
09-24-2007, 07:55 PM
Excellent TR, Katmeister :)

FBR

Indeed....I'm inspired....

Jet Blue flight from Boston to Austin: $269.00 each way...
Cab ride from airport: $25 bucks plus tip each way....
Hotel Room....Zero, Zip Nada...This would be worth cashing in my points for!
Cover Charge for yoda/Kat at Palazi-ho! $20
Dances with "Bianca" $20 each...I'll spring for VIP if she puts out!
The Strip clubing with Kat experience: Priceless!

Katrine
09-24-2007, 08:00 PM
Cab ride from airport: $25 bucks plus tip each way....


Palazio is less than 10 minutes from the airport. You can get there and back for $20.

yoda57us
09-24-2007, 08:08 PM
Palazio is less than 10 minutes from the airport. You can get there and back for $20.

Hmmmmm....8 hours in the air round trip to buy you LD's with a hot stripper....You better wear something really sexy....

FBR
09-24-2007, 08:39 PM
I prefer strictly hetero women but I would probably make an exception for Kat in terms of helping fund her fun with the strippers.

FBR