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Richard_Head
10-20-2007, 05:25 PM
It was my first trip to XTC. Good times. I had midget stripper pussy in my face, she laid me down on stage and did that stripper pseudo-69 move.How's it possible that the thought that Kat with stripper pussy in her face doesn't turn me on :-\?

GenWar
10-21-2007, 12:26 AM
How's it possible that the thought that Kat with stripper pussy in her face doesn't turn me on :-\?

dunno. it is doing all sorts of strange things in *MY* pants.

-gen

Smokeless
10-21-2007, 01:01 AM
Right on! Gen!

Lapaholic
10-21-2007, 08:50 AM
I dunno - midget strippers dont do anything for me ...

Katrine it wasnt Little Tina by any chance? Not that it would make it any better in my old dirty mind - just curious?

Richard_Head
10-21-2007, 12:38 PM
I haven't written a TR in awhile so here goes.

I had nothing going on last night and felt the need to get out of the house for bit so I decided to head on over to my favorite club. I arrive and notice a relatively empty parking lot (at least for this place on a saturday night), I took that as a good sign as there no doubt would be plenty of seating available and sure enough there was, that didn't stop the idiot bouncer/doorman from walking me to my seat though and hovering over me until he got a tip for that invaluable assistance (the tip is more to keep him away though so I'll gladly pay it).

Anyways, back to my night, no more than I'd say 15 seconds after sitting down a blonde dancer pounced and was in my lap (uninvitedly), she had bleached blonde hair, a poor boob job, collagen injected lips, a dark tan, maybe in her low 30's, not a bad looking girl but far from the cream of the crop either, I'll call her Ms BBB (Bleach Blonde Bimbo). She was laying the SS on thick, "you're single, how's that possible?" "Your single, I'm single, I think fate brought you here", it was just a bit too thick for my tastes. Finally she asked if I was ready for a dance and I replied "No, thank you, I just got here I'd kind of like to relax a bit first", that's polite isn't it?? She asked a few more times before getting the hint then says "ok, I'll check back on you in a bit then" and she was off. I'll come back to her later.

Finally I had chance to scan the room and check out the girls, I notice a couple of girls I had a good time with before and figured that things looked promising. It didn't take long for the first girl to meander on by, I'll call her Ms ARH (Asian Red Head), she's got a tight toned body, a pleasant personality and gives a pretty good dance. We chat for a bit and she then asks if I'd like a dance, I say "sure do" and she gets up to start dancing, being that the song was half over I asked her to wait until the next song and she gladly complied (why isn't that common sense?). So the dances start, she' good, she knows how to use that body, light grinding, heavy grinding, light kisses, a little stick shifting, nipples offered up for feeding (I can't bring myself to go there though as she said she'd been there for awhile), all in all I was quite pleased. While all this is going on I noticed that Ms BBB had planted herself in a chair a couple spots down from us and was intently watching everything (looking for new techniques???). It didn't take long before Ms ARH had me about ready to burst so I told her I needed a break (no walk of shame for me) and she went on her way.

At this point I watched the stage show for a bit, watched a bit of UFC which was being shown on all of the televisions, drank a beer, life was good. A brunette girl stopped then by the chat, while we were chatting a young black guy in his hip-hop attire walks by, stops, and starts raining dollars on the girl I'm talking to. Umm dude, I think you're suppose to do that to the girls on the stage. The girl laughs, tell me the guy is in all the time, says he plays football for the Cardinals, usually stops in 2-3 times a week with $1000 in one dollar bills, usually spends it all raining it on the girls. Well at least he's got his future planned out. The story about the Cardinals doesn't wash with me either (they were playing in Washington the next day), I'm guessing drug dealer is more likely.

Back to to my night, finally the second girl I had spotted earlier stops by, she's got short blonde hair, a tight toned yet nicely curvy body, she has been dancing at this club for a while, I'll call her Ms SHB (Short Haired Blonde), oddly enough for some reason or other we rarely hook up in the club. We chatted for a bit then she danced for me, they were very enjoyable, that killer body rubbing up and down against me felt oh so nice. I paid her, thanked her and she was off.

Not long after that Ms BBB stops back (this is the first girl I dealt with for those of you with short term memory issues), "Are you ready for me yet?" she asks. I again politely decline, "No, thank you". At this she got a look of bewilderment on her face, then she says (looking completely seriously the whole time), "Am I just too unattainable for you, like you know in real life? Is that why you don't want a dance?" LOL, I didn't know how to respond to that one, was she seriously looking for an answer, did she consider herself on another level from the girls who had danced for me earlier (which she wasn't), was she taking a not very subtle verbal swipe at me, I really had no idea. I just said "Yeah, I guess, sorry" and she was off. Ladies, just a tip, it's not an approach that did anything for me, if you're considering using it maybe give it some more thought.

All in all though, I had a good time.

Casual Observer
10-21-2007, 05:06 PM
"Am I just too unattainable for you, like you know in real life? Is that why you don't want a dance?"

You were far too charitable; I'd have laughed long and hard in her face.

Chili Palmer
10-21-2007, 05:39 PM
LOL, I didn't know how to respond to that one, was she seriously looking for an answer, did she consider herself on another level from the girls who had danced for me earlier (which she wasn't), was she taking a not very subtle verbal swipe at me, I really had no idea. I just said "Yeah, I guess, sorry" and she was off. Ladies, just a tip, it's not an approach that did anything for me, if you're considering using it maybe give it some more thought.

Yeah, the whole "Let's confront the customer, because we know that'll get me some laps for sure" approach is a real charmer. I was at my usual club after golf yesterday, and there were only 1-2 out of 15 dancers there I wanted to lap, and so I was saying "no, thank you" a lot. One dancer actually opened up with, "Are you in a bad mood?" to me, which instantly put me in a less happy mood.

Thanks for the TR. I was at that club Tuesday before last, and it was as dead as I have ever seen it. Btw, the hottest dancer in Phoenix was there (you know who I mean) and she has upped her mileage nicely. To be continued...

CP

doc-catfish
10-22-2007, 10:19 AM
At least RH got some comical SS. Here's how a dose of mine went a couple of weeks ago:

So I'm sitting in a club I haven't been in before near the main stage with that inquisitive "what in this club is actually there and what's a mirror" expression (this place had mirrors in every direction, making the club look 4x as big as it actually was), as at this particular I hadn't been able to flag down a waitress yet.

Along comes this gal with what some might call a 'diva' personality. Just comes along and plops her ass down on my lap without even asking if I'd like some company.

"Honey, are you having a good time?"

Umm, no. I'm quite miserable ma'am. My grandmother died back in January, I had to do a quick fix on my muffler this morning and I ran over a dog on the way in (which actually did happen the next night). How's your evening going?

"I'm fine ma'am. I just got here."

"Fine? All these boobies about and you're just...fine?" Well, not anymore.

"Uh, yeah." Just go uhhh way!!

"Well, I think you'll be better if you had a private dance with me."

"Thank you, but I'll pass. I'm new here and just want to watch the stage. Maybe later" Oops. Noooo!!, not the dreaded ML word. Nice going douchebag, now she'll be back.

"You know, if you're going to be here, you'd better get used to girls asking for dances."

*Sigh*. Now, I feel a bit insulted, as if my twelve years of experience in these places in somehow irrelevant, but its not as if she knows me, so I happily inform her...

"Ma'am, I've been in plenty of strip clubs, just not this one. I know the drill"

And finally she got up and left...for 45 minutes anyway.

Later on, while I'm waiting for another gal on stage to come over for a dance after her set...again, she plops her butt down on my lap without asking (damn that maybe later...it just popped out on reflex).

"So, are you ready for that dance yet?"

Reflex kicked in again... "Ma'am....I'm FINE".

And then she had added little reflex of her own... "Oh, GROW UP!!!" and then she stormed off in a huff.

Well, I didn't succumb to pressure, so I guess I have grown up.

Oh well. :loco:

slcdon
10-22-2007, 08:18 PM
I apologize for the length; hopefully, it is worth the read.

I recently made an overnight trip to a city that is almost SC nirvana. I visited here frequently a few years ago and have been to many of the clubs. One club, however, that always gets excellent reviews, never really did much for me even though I had been at least 3 times at different times/days). Each time I left after an hour or so wondering what the hoopla is all about. It was close to my hotel on this trip while my favorites were quite some distance away, so I decided to give it another try.

Beware of lot lizards…

This is a high end “GC” where valet parking is the norm; that irritates me – I can park my own car, thank you, and I need the small amount of exercise that involves. (Besides, a friend had his rental car damaged by a valet - at a restaurant, thank goodness - and it was a nightmare; the rental company contended that the valet was not an “authorized” driver.) As I walked from my self-parked car (they section off all but the back lot for valet only), a new Lincoln cross-over pulled next to me and the reasonably attractive mid-20’s brunette driver rolled her window down, and asked “How about a blow-job before you go in?” I was stunned by her frankness and stumbled to tell her, “No thanks, I’ll just go inside and enjoy the show.” “OK, maybe next time” was her polite response as she drove away. BTW, she pulled up to a group of men rather close to the entrance and one of them hopped right in.

I assumed this was a random occurrence, but when I left, a young black girl in Lexus stopped me and asked “Why would you want to go home alone, when I can make sure that you are happy?” Not as stunned the second time, I politely declined and left.

Lot lizards at the GC; and I thought that I had seen it all. Now, back to the TR…

Location, Location, Location…

I entered the club about 10:00 pm to find a line waiting to pay the $10 cover. I knew the parking lot was full; inside, the place was packed. After paying the cover, a waitress seated me at a small table across the aisle from pervert row. It was a high traffic area, but obviously one that dancers simply overlooked. There were lots of customers, but lots of dancers too. All types, shapes, and sizes of dancers, but mostly very attractive. I saw more 5’9” (with heels) blondes with MMs that I can recall ever seeing in one place. It reeked of a meat market. It took 15 minutes for the waitress to bring my drink.

I watched the stage show for a while, tipping the dancers that I found particularly attractive or interesting (plenty of stage tipping going on, so I didn’t feel compelled to tip every single one). A couple of “wanna dance” dancers came by, but none of interest. Most of the girls walked right past without even a glance. It became clear that I was not in the prime hunting grounds, so I found a table just bit further back and out of the main traffic route.

It only took a moment for dancers to start stopping by with regularity. I passed on the first few. Eventually, a tall brunette that I had been admiring stopped by and I was ready to go. But, her pitch was “Let’s go to VIP where we can really have fun. It’s only $115 to get in and that includes a bottle of Champaign. My fee is $500, but there are some separate rooms and we can really enjoy ourselves.” The tease was smooth and polished; I just HAD to ask for clarification on just what kind of “fun” she had in mind. She whispered in my ear with the details of her plan for the next hour or so. I must admit that it was tempting, but I passed. I am not saying that I have not or would not partake of “extras” in a GC, but the situation has to be right. And, I was soooo looking forward to some hot dances with her.

I passed on a few others until Dancer A - 5’9”+ (in heels) blonde with a rather thin spaghetti strap top - came by, sat in my lap and chatted for a bit, then politely suggested that we move farther back for some dances. While not in the upper echelon of dancers in the club, she was attractive and engaging. I agreed and off we went. She found us a booth toward the back, where the lighting is very dim (too dim for my taste). Just as we arrived, Dancer B came up and they engaged her in a short conversation; she introduced Dancer B as her best friend, etc. Dancer B moved on, and A replaced herself on my lap as soon as I sat down. She leaned over to hug me and as she did, ran her hand up my shorts (it was hot last week) and asked “Just how much fun do you want to have?” She described the menu of alternatives along with prices. She was disappointed when I told her “Let’s just start with some dances.” Dancer B showed up just after I agreed to a second song and hung out in a nearby chair, chatting with her the entire time. She didn’t seem to miss a beat, but I found it rather distracting. The two dances were good and quite interactive. However, I stopped after the 2nd song. She suggested some dances with Dancer B, but I passed. As I departed, she remarked that they had just called the hottest dancer in the club to the stage and I would not want to miss it.

To be continued...

slcdon
10-22-2007, 08:21 PM
Continued

The new FAV…

By now, it was approaching midnight and I expected to leave shortly. Of course, I couldn’t miss the “hottest dancer”, so I found a place in the SRO area around the stage. Ms. Hottie was a early 30’s blonde with MMs only slightly disproportionate for her petite body. She was very pretty, but several others were in the same league. I tipped Ms. Hottie generously several times on stage, as did others. But, she disappeared into VIP as soon as she finished.

Ms. Hottie got me interested again and I watched a couple of other stage dancers. Dancer C was the 3rd one; there was just something about her that piqued my interest from the beginning. A mid-30’s blonde with nice D MMs, she was just as attractive as Ms. Hottie and her stage energy was obvious from the beginning. She was clearly enjoying being on center stage. There was a line at the stage immediately. I was down to a 5 and a 1 in my tip roll (I thought I was leaving!). I pulled out the $5 and waited for the line to thin. It did so after the first song and I headed off for my turn. As she approached, I realized that the person just before me had tipped her a $10, so I figured my chance to be at the head of the dance line was limited. But, she was personable from the beginning. Noticing the beer in my hand, she said “I am parched; mind if I have a sip of you beer?” “Go ahead,” I responded, “but it is warm. I would be glad to buy you a cold drink when you get done.” ‘I would love to; I have to do 2 more dances on the back stage; do you mind bringing me a drink there?” (I didn’t know there was a back stage!) “Glad to. What would you like?” “I’ll tell you on our way to the back stage,” she said as the song and her set ended.
Off we went to the back stage. I planted myself at a table adjacent to the stage and ordered her favorite drink. While the back part was as crowded as the front, no one was paying attention to the stage show. The second song was rap and she promptly joined me the table proclaiming her inability to even pretend to dance to rap music.

*** Warning! Severe SS zone ahead. ***

We chatted for a few minutes while she cooled off and sipped her drink. I learned that she was 34 and it was her 2nd night back after a 2-year layoff. The owner of the business where she had been working was quite ill and had to close the business down while he had surgery and tried to recover. She had tried several other temporary jobs, but just couldn’t make enough money. So, back to dancing it was. She was quite proud – deservedly so – that after 2 years she could still fit into her dance outfits and “not be embarrassed about how she looked.” But, she was having a little trouble getting back in the swing of things. She said that she danced for 2 guys the night before and went home after just over an hour because she did not feel comfortable. She had just gotten there tonight and needed some alcohol to get back in the swing of things. I enjoyed the easy flow of our conversation and wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere.

After a song or two, one of us suggested dances; she led me by the hand to the dark area of the club to find a booth or table. It was crowded, but we found a small table by the wall with a full length mirror – not sure what that was about, but she enjoyed it. The dances were interactive and as sensual as I have had in a long time. There was groping, ear nibbling, and stick shifting all in well-orchestrated dance maneuvers without ever getting out of my lap. During the second or third song, I reached around when her back was to me and gently massaged her clit through the thong (after being propositioned twice, it didn’t seem like a stretch). She didn’t react immediately, but after a few moments she gently grabbed my hand, moved it to her thigh, and whispered “that’s private; I don’t share it in here, even though I know a lot of the girls do.” Class. I was smitten. Then she said, “It did feel really good though.”

She continued for 2 more songs. As the fourth song ended, she stood up signaling that it was over – I was still in a smitten stupor. I pulled out a $100 bill and told her to keep the difference. She responded, “But, that was only three songs; let me dance for the other two as well.” I knew it was four, so I suggested maybe just one more. I didn’t think the dances could get better – I was wrong. After the fifth song ended, she thanked me, gave me a big kiss, and said that she was going to get another drink. I offered to buy her one, so off to the bar we went.

Drinks in hand, we grabbed a booth in the better lit, front part of the club. She sat in my lap and I learned a bit more about her while she finished off her drink. She was very affectionate and kept anticipating my departure. She kept telling what a great time that she was having and that she had not been with anyone in years that made her feel so sexy. She kept telling me how fortunate my SO was to have someone so “gentle” and “sexy” (I am not!). Despite the SS – and maybe because of it - I just couldn’t leave. Finally, I suggested a couple more dances. She danced to one song in the booth up front, then suggested we go to the back so she didn’t get into trouble. (I did not mention the earlier propositions). Our table from before was occupied, so she did the next dance in some chairs out in the open. She spotted the table open up and we moved back into it for one last dance (she really like the mirror on the wall!).

The last dance…

This dance had a different feeling from the start. I don’t remember the last time that I felt such passion. She kissed me like we were teenagers. There was much more aggressive groping and stick shifting than before. During the dance, she kept telling me how horny she was and that she wasn’t supposed to be get that way because this was “work”; she was supposed to make me horny (I was!). I took that as a hint and went back to the “magic button” that she warned me off of earlier. As the song ended, she rolled left and with her back to me, put her head on my left shoulder, crossed her legs (which were laying across my legs), arched her back, and started biting her hand. I was holding her to keep her from falling to the floor while she shivered all over. After what seemed like a few minutes – probably less than one – she rolled back over and whispered in my ear, in a somewhat panicked tone, “Oh my God, my thong is soaking wet and it is running down my legs! I need to go to the dressing room and change, but I can’t walk across the floor like this.” All I could do was offer a handkerchief and point out that her top (it was a vest) could cover her pretty well. She did so and off to the dressing room she went. “Don’t go anywhere; I will be right back!” were her last words as she raced off. I wasn’t, plus I still owed her for 3 dances.

She returned in a few minutes with a different outfit, apologizing profusely. She said that she hadn’t had “good sex” in over 2 years and that she was so attracted to me that she just got carried away. She said that she had several orgasms over the night that she was able to disguise, but the last one was the “big one.” When I asked about her hand, she showed me the bite mark and explained that she is a “screamer” and was just trying not to make a scene. “How many times did you cum?” she asked and seemed disappointed when I told her none (wouldn’t it be obvious?). Shortly, a waitress came by and I bought her another drink. She sat in my lap while finishing it, continuously apologizing for her behavior. At the same time, she began talking about us getting together outside of the club for “no strings attached” fun. She asked for my number; I gave her an email address instead and she gave me hers.

After her drink, she did a couple of more dances. They were as sensual as the rest. I paid her for the dances and left. It was already after 2 am and I had a 7:30 am meeting.

My SS warning buzzer was going off all night. It was either false alarms, or she was the best that I have met in a long time. Will she email me? Probably not. How much was SS? I don’t know and I don’t care. I don’t usually let myself get so carried away, but I had a great time and will be back.

Total spent: $290 – far more than I usually spend, but it was well worth it. :biggrin:

Howie
10-24-2007, 07:34 PM
Well my stripper called last week in desperate need to see me. Told her I’d drive over to the club to see her, but because of problems at home she couldn’t work that night and wanted to meet me somewhere OTC. She was on her way over to the vicinity where she thought I lived/work, before I got hold of her and convinced her that I wasn’t close to home and would meet her somewhere closer to the club.

Met at a bar and she told me she needed two hundred to cover some bills she had due and could I front her the funds? I figured I’d get it back in lap dances or other so I forked over $250. Had a couple of drinks before I got bored and told her to head on home to stay on top of whatever problems she was having there.

Monday and Tuesday she started texting me wanting to make sure I’d be coming to see her at the club on Wednesday. Called her back and confirmed that I’d be there if she was working. Was working at a clients office and when I got to my car to head over, I had several text messages saying she couldn’t work because of a severe headache and if she started feeling better, could I get a room so she could meet me. Said she really needed to make some money because work had been so slow, she hadn’t been taking that much home and could really use the money I would have spent on her that night. She always talked about how she would never be a prostitute, but the vibe I was getting was sex for money.

I told her I’d prefer to just wait until next week when she was feeling better because I didn’t want to wait around to see if her headache went away. I was actually on my way to the club and told her so. She about flipped out and told me I’d better go home if I wasn’t going to spend on her.

I decided to go to a different club instead. I dancer that had left my usual club about a year ago was working there and she remembered me. I was the only patron in the club at the time. While I was waiting for her to get off stage, another dancer sat down beside me and asked if I was interested in getting any lap dances. Told her I was waiting on the other one to get off stage. She said her shift was almost over and if I wanted to I could meet her out in the parking lot and then go have some real fun. I was sitting there with my mouth hanging open counting the number of things wrong with that. First and foremost, I thought I might get robbed by her boyfriend/pimp if I did go. I agreed and she gave me her phone number to call once I left.

The first dancer got off stage and we went to the lap dance area and caught up on what had happened with her in the last year. Two DUIs and she was still driving without a license or insurance. Not the brightest bulb, but I wasn’t interested in talking. Her dances were just as sensual and enjoyable as I remember. I think I made her afternoon considering when I finally decided to leave; no other customers had come in yet.

I left and before heading home I decided to drop by my usual club just to check it out. Last time, there was this little brunette that looked very interesting. After sitting through about six songs and finally deciding she wasn’t working, and no one else approched me, I headed for home.

Katrine
10-24-2007, 09:09 PM
I love Howie's TR. Its like watching a mangy puppy in the window of a pet store with an abusive owner inside.

Richard_Head
10-24-2007, 09:39 PM
Will she email me? Probably not. Why don't you shoot her an email?

Richard_Head
10-24-2007, 09:43 PM
Met at a bar and she told me she needed two hundred to cover some bills she had due and could I front her the funds? Fronting her the funds??? LOL, I'm surprised you were so willing.

Chili Palmer
10-24-2007, 10:54 PM
Seminar on the wrong part of town. When it's over, instead of fighting traffic, I decide to boogie up to my club for a rare mid-afternoon lapfest (I'd hoped).

Get there, club is moderately busy, but at least 12-15 dancers on shift, which is a good thing. Don't immediately recognize any dancers in my "rotation," but that's to be expected when I'm there on a day and time I'm usually not.

First up, a slightly thick, DD MILFy blonde. First song starts and her breasts are like soft, scented pillows on either side of my head. Very sensual, she moves all around. A dancer next to her grabs her ass at one point and tells me, "You have to take her to VIP. She's great up there." I smile and focus back on the lap. We do two regular laps, and she thanks me and asks me if I want to go to VIP, just track her down. I agree it's a possibility.

Next, I spy a gorgeous Philipina dancer, not usually my type (she's barely an A-cup) but a body and face too perfect to pass up. I'd seen her once before and was pleasantly surprised, the club seemed slow (no other obvious candidates) so we went off to VIP. She knew how to use use her long dark hair to mask some fun stuff: namely, deep GFE kissing and some substantial stick shifting and grinding with intent. My fingers are busy, too, and she is soaking wet--everytime I hit a good spot, she thrusts her tongue down my throat. Niiiiiiiice. After five songs, she's called onto the stage rotation. "My panties are soaked! I gotta change them before I get onstage." (Shades of slcdon's dancer.)

That was fun. Who's next? Looks like drunk underage blonde stripper with D-cup fakies and tats & multiple piercings. Normally, I don't like my strippers drunk or overly pierced, but I was in an experimental mood. One song on the floor, then we head to VIP. We are getting progressively nastier in the back, and she asks me to buy her a drink. Usually, that's not gonna happen, but it appears as though I'm on the verge of a breakthrough, so I relent. Oddly, the waitress refuses to sell me a drink for her. Finally, she pulls the dancer aside and whispers something to her. I order a drink for "me" and she leaves. Apparently, the waitress thinks I'm a cop! Un-fucken-believable. Do they even watch the video of me in the VIP room? I do stuff that would make Larry Flynt get up and run away, and I'm suppposed to be a cop? Fuck this is a stupid town.

Anyway, the waitress returns with the drink: $8. Drunk dancer wants me to give her a $20 and keep the change; yeah, that'll happen someday soon. She shotguns the drink and then her friend comes into VIP looking for her. They kiss (yawn) and start taking to each other (on my nickel). I put a stop to it and she says, "Well, I lost count but I think it's about $300, but I'll settle for whatever you think." Seriously. I said, "It was five songs, plus one downstairs, and for two VIP you were you talking with your friend" and give her a C note. She pouts, I shake my head no, there's no more $$$ coming and she and her friend walk out and over to the DJ booth. I collect my stuff and see she's left her previous tip & dance money on the table next to the couch. Picking it up, I walk over to the DJ booth and hand her her cash. Not even a thank you. I shrug and move back to my table.

While I was in VIP, I heard the name of my current fave dancer called by the DJ, which was surprising as she normally doesn't start until much later. A happy surprise. I see she's busy, but she spots me and waves as she heads to the VIP with a lucky PL. Current fave #2 stops by. We chat a bit; I tell her about drunk blonde stripper and she tells me a few stories about her. We share a laugh. It's close to quittin' time for #2, so we just do a couple regular dances before she turns into a civilian again.

Finally, fitness MILF comes my way. Gorgeous, tan, an ass you can bounce a quarter off of, and great tits to boot. I have her pegged as a limited one way touch dancer, but she's smokin' hot and I figure two dances with her will suffice. I love being wrong. She immediately starts in on my complete package, and is really quite good at it. Some dancers think it's like Play-doh, and you can mold it as hard as you want, but not Fitness MILF. She's done this before and is quite good at it. I squeak out, "Let's take this to VIP." She does, we do and she is even better. Four songs in and she knows I'm not going anywhere. She shifts positions, and starts to alternate from fast soft stroking to using just one finger just to keep me on edge. She's real good. Finally, she moves in for the grand finale, and keeps me at full attention until the end. I tip her, and finally ask her name. Gotta love SC's.

Clean up, wave goodbye to CF, who texts me later, apologizing for not being able to see me. No problem, we'll be together again soon. Life is pretty darn good.

CP

Richard_Head
10-25-2007, 07:45 AM
Oddly, the waitress refuses to sell me a drink for her. Finally, she pulls the dancer aside and whispers something to her. I order a drink for "me" and she leaves. Apparently, the waitress thinks I'm a cop! Un-fucken-believable. Do they even watch the video of me in the VIP room? I do stuff that would make Larry Flynt get up and run away, and I'm suppposed to be a cop? Fuck this is a stupid town.LMAO.

Nice TR CP, I think I know where you went, sounds like it's worth the extra drive.

Lot's of good TR's lately, let's keep up the momentum, who's next???

I_luv_dancers!
10-25-2007, 09:17 AM
I've been really ejoying these TR's guys. They are sustaining me 'til my next visit. I don't have the opportunity to get out much, and my next out of town trip is to San Antonio. I haven't heard much that's so great about the SA clubs - at least not enough to make it worth a cab ride from the Riverwalk area.

SportsWriter2
10-25-2007, 12:48 PM
“How many times did you cum?” she asked and seemed disappointed when I told her none (wouldn’t it be obvious?).
I know sub freaks who secretly LOVE that answer. Play it by ear and say, "One" if you want to connect. Tell her you can cum with little or no release whenever you want.

lestat1
10-25-2007, 10:00 PM
She knew how to use use her long dark hair to mask some fun stuff: namely, deep GFE kissing and some substantial stick shifting and grinding with intent. My fingers are busy, too, and she is soaking wet--everytime I hit a good spot, she thrusts her tongue down my throat. Niiiiiiiice. After five songs, she's called onto the stage rotation. "My panties are soaked! I gotta change them before I get onstage." (Shades of slcdon's dancer.)

I want to go to CP's club. Bad.

slcdon
10-28-2007, 11:09 AM
Why don't you shoot her an email?

Fair question, RH - There are several reasons/excuses...

1. We couldn't find a pen (club frowns on such, so she was concerned about asking for one), so she told me her email address (several times). I didn't realize until later that the name component of that email has several different spellings. If I don't hear from her, I will eventually take some guesses and send an innocuous email. (She put my email address in her phone, but I couldn't read it because I didn't have my reading glasses!)

2. While it would be great to hear from her, I really don't need any drama (of course, I gave her an anonymous email address).

3. It was a great fantasy; my experience is that the followup may not be quite as great.

slcdon

slcdon
10-28-2007, 11:30 AM
I know sub freaks who secretly LOVE that answer. Play it by ear and say, "One" if you want to connect. Tell her you can cum with little or no release whenever you want.

SportsWriter2,

Sorry, I was getting tired of writing and the TR seemed like it was too long. So, I took some editorial liberties and gave a succint version of our exchange.

My actual response was "I didn't cum, but that's OK. It is much more important to me that the lady ALWAYS cums first, even if that means that I don't get to cum at all." }:D

That resulted in a passionate kiss (with her tongue going well down my throat). When it was over, she wispered in my ear, "God, you are the sexiest man that I have ever met. When we get together , I am going to make that one up to you. In fact, you better drink lots of water because I am going to make you cum so many times that you may not be able to walk out."

It may have been just good SS in response to my CS, but it was an arousing response nonetheless.

slcdon ;D

lunchbox
10-30-2007, 04:29 PM
So many TR's to read so little time, shame on me for falling behind.

I've only had two funny incidents, both at T's.

1) I was waiting on a girl to come off the back stage to, get some dances from, and some random drunk guy starts talking to me. I try to brush him off, but he is very persistent. She gets off stage, I tell the guy C-ya. Find a couch in the back, get some decent dances, pay the woman, go to the bar, get a drink, turn towards the front stage, and the same guy is coming up to me. Talks to me again for a bit, gives me his number written on a napkin, tells me he is leaving, but I should call him. I say sure shake his hand, and toss his number later.

2) Spot a girl who looks like Courtney Simpson (pornstar), ask for dances, she's says in a heavy twang, "Sure, but I just ordered some fries, you want some?" I tell her to come find me when she's done. I look around for her later, don't see her. Some girl with a nice ass and a tight six pack walks by, so I grab her. As we sit down on the couch, I notice the original girl followed us and did a 180 right as we sat. I tried to get her attention later, but she ignored me. I saw her on stage a little after that, total disaster. I've never seen such a bad stage dancer, and I thought wow that would have been a waste of 20 bucks.

one more from out of town: I was at a bachelor party, where the bachelor buys a bottle, I asked wtf are you doing? He said don't worry about it. I said fine, pick a girl. he does, I send them on their way for a half hour. As the night goes on we are all buying him and each other dances. Fun times. They aren't totally idiotic when it comes to the SC (except for the guy who tipped the floor manager $2 for setting up our table). The look he got was priceless.

SportsWriter2
10-30-2007, 06:31 PM
Spot a girl who looks like Courtney Simpson (pornstar)
I like Courtney's gymnastic ability. There are so many pornstars and free vids out there now that you can find a lookalike for almost any dancer on your list.

SLC: Good talking. BTW, the technical term is cummed out. Bring Gatorade and bananas.

lunchbox
11-01-2007, 11:09 AM
Bring Gatorade and bananas.
A pineapple celery smoothie would be much better.

Howie
11-01-2007, 01:58 PM
I was at work about 10pm trying to finish up a project and my cell phone started chirping indicating I was receiving a text message. Turns out it was the ex-BFF of my dancer from previous trip reports. Turns out she had moved to a different club not far from my office and was interested in a “romantic” get together the next night if I was interested. After texting back and forth a few times, she calls. Told me she’d left the old club because the money just wasn’t there. I turned down the offer of an OTC encounter, but agreed to meet her in the club the next day for lunch.

I’d been to this club before and knew that it was a no contact club and not really very much fun when you’re used to the high contact I’ve grown accustomed to. I took off at one and entering the club noticed that there were maybe 6 customers total and about 10 dancers. After declining the company of several dancers, I saw her come out of the lap dance area. She saw me immediately and came over and gave me a hug. We ordered lunch and while waiting for our food, she had to go on stage. No one was tipping the stage except me. Saw a few girls off sitting by themselves in the dark. Seemed a little depressing for them. Don’t know how anybody makes a living at these clubs anymore.

This city has some stupid rule that the girls can’t sit at the same table as the customer so they have to pull up a little round table to have their drinks and lunch on. So I’m eating at this big table and the dancer is sitting right next to me with her lunch on this tiny table bumped up against my table.

After lunch I told her I needed to get back to work so let’s do a few dances. After being used to tits-in-the-face and ass grabbing and hard grinding by her, the air dance seemed pointless. So I got three. Asked what I had going on that I couldn’t meet up with her this evening, I told her I had a date, but I could call her after I took my date home. She didn’t care for that response. BFD. Said she’d meet up with me sometime next week for dinner and fun if I wanted. Said I’d call her after the weekend and left. After I walked out of the club, the other dancer called and begged me to come see her tonight. Wasn’t going to go to work unless I promised to be there. Told her the same thing, that I already had plans. I’m really just working. Getting tired of being an ATM. I think I’ll just save my money for my Vegas trip in two weeks and buy a whore. I’m getting really tired of needy dancers.

Svelt
11-01-2007, 02:49 PM
A recent visit to the SC

Its slow, so slow the fav plops down next to me and wants to talk. She chit chats a bit and then asks about previous girls I have had dance for me. Now this is kinda weird, we don't talk, other than quick chit chat. I point that out, she seems to think we talk all the time. I remind myself she is young, and has been dancing ~year, we aren't going to be on the same page.

So we have a very SW conversation about each of my past girls in her club, why I liked them and why I don't get dances from them anymore. She wants to know why her... hmmm, so I explain, and we go back to chit chat. We had been in VIP earlier, and we both knew we were headed back later.

So now she wants to talk about extras, there have been a number of new girls from R's, our local brothel disguised as a SC, and they have sparked the extras discussion amongst the girls. Once again a very SW conversation. She doesn't think they happen in her club, I laugh. So now the fav is peeved and wants details. So I go down the list of what's available, and she doesn't believe me.

So now she starts asking pointed questions about my previous dancers and what kind of dances they gave me, specifically extras, and how much. I figure I am in deep trouble, but oh well. So I tell, but not who. Surprisingly she is okay with it. She tells me about what the guys ask her for, and that she doesn't. She emphasizes that I am different (yummy SS). She pauses and tells me something she wants me to do. I am surprised because her dances are very sweet, sensual, not nasty. I like that, its her... well it had been. (Unless you count her wanting me to slap her ass, pull her hair, and choke her to be nasty)

She wanders off to try make some money, but comes back shortly wanting to go to VIP. We head off, and are back to our normal set. I haven't pursued the request, haven't decided if I want to, and she launches into something I described earlier. Something I really like, but is completely beyond what she normally does, I didn't react well.

So she goes back to our normal dance, we finish, chit chat, and I am out.

Jay Zeno
11-01-2007, 04:04 PM
Cruising around the club neighborhood, some time to call my own, and no great surprise, decided to stop in. Looked around for Flawless. Nope. Looked around for another dancer I'd met on a previous visit who sold very well and offered a rain check. Nope. Well, maybe even Willow might be there to play reverse octopus with. Nope.

So the world and its options are new again. I say nice things to people, they say nice things back to me, and I start throwing dollars at the stage. Marginal talent, nothing special at stageside, but it's fun enough for the little I'm spending.

Smoothie comes up on stage and blows up the curve. Really pretty. I outbid the others at the stage, and she gives me some nice attention, and shades of Ms. Sensuous, it's just the kinda thing I like. Soft touches and presses. Nice. So I say a flirty thing to her that sounds good for the game, like, "I'd like to see you soon after this," and she smiles radiantly and agrees, and after a while, the set is over, and she goes to the locker room and, as far as I can tell, doesn't come back out. I am confused.

I continue with the modicum of fun, but Smoothie isn't coming back, no one else is hitting my switches, and I decide to leave. The waitress whom I've been tipping is now my best friend. She asks me how it's going, and I say good except for the disappearance of Smoothie. Waitress expresses distress, runs off, comes back, and tells me Smoothie will be right here. She smiles at the new tip that this information produces, and a few minutes later, sure enough, the star dancer and I are getting acquainted.

We talk for a bit without any particular hurry (she's been parking ass in the locker room, so it didn't seem like she was hurried), but it's been long enough that now my available time is running a bit short. So I suggest listening to the songs in private, and she agrees.

She's taking nothing for granted, is more passive than pushy. And when she starts dancing, she's soft and affectionate, alternating gentle and energetic, happy and intense, and everything's just right. She seems pleasantly surprised that I want to continue past a couple dances.

Then in some bad timing, her set gets called, and something a little unusual here happens. She runs out, asks the DJ for a stall, which he grants. She comes back and we continue for quite a while. Then as our string of romance is starting to play out, she speeds up her attentions, getting more intense, and that's nice, too.

I finally call a halt, and we're in the cooldown phase. Since she's new to me, I've kept halfassed track of the songs. I ask her how much I owe her, and she gives me an undercount quote. I pay her for the full amount, so to me I've been undercharged, to her she's been tipped nicely, and it's just stripclub nirvana.

We head back out, and she's seemingly happy to sit with me for as long as I want. But here she comes out behind on the scorecard with Ms. Sensuous and Leggy, because she's not as educated or conversational, but we do have a somewhat nice talk if a bit forced at times. Then her set is called. I tip her generously at the stage, she reciprocates generously, I flirt with the waitress on the way out, who insists on a really nice tightly snug hug, and I head into the warm Colorado air. A pretty nice day.

FBR
11-01-2007, 08:12 PM
^^ Jay, after your experiences with Ms Sensuous, Leggy, Flawless et al, I don't see how you are able to be so objective with the newcomers ;)

Excellent TR, sir :)

FBR

lestat1
11-04-2007, 12:03 PM
Went to the nice club about 45 minutes before closing. Near closing time isn't exactly a good time to go, it turns out. I'm there for a hot dance, a quick fix, but it just wasn't happening. One dancer latched on to me and sat with me for a while - too long actually. She was friendly and had decent SS, but her dances were lame. No thanks. She did manage to keep all other dancers at bay, not that many were trying hard to land dances that late at night. Two dancers were on stage at the same time, a first for this place. It was a pretty good show actually, but by now this dancer has my hand am I'm stuck. She asked what type I like, I went with blonde, which she is not. That didn't disuade her, she was determined to keep me from finding anyone else so I'd cave and get a dance from her (not that she asked). I didn't cave, but left after the last show. Spent $20, walked out with ~$500.

EDIT: Spent $45. Forgot about the 2-4-1 token I purchased but didn't get to use. At least I have it for next time.

Wolverine
11-05-2007, 07:32 AM
Walking into a club 45 minutes to closing time with ~$500, I'm surprised you didn't walk out with at least 2-3 strippers wanting to make a little extra after hours in private. There had to be at least one gal that was crying about not making her "quota" for the night.

lestat1
11-10-2007, 10:45 PM
Take Two; Short But Sweet.

I went to the nicer club tonight after much deliberation in another thread. I'm glad I did. Bankroll: $480 + ~$60 in singles + a 2-4-1 token leftover from last weekend.

The parking lot was packed, the club was mostly empty. These are the sorts of things in life that need greater study. There must have been many dancers in the DR, and many custys getting dances or using the bathroom. I grab a seat stage-side (I'm the only one), planning on spending a good hour or two watching the shows and deciding on initial dancer order. That is the order of dancers in which I would like dances, to be modified later when I move away from the stage to a table, (they don't hustle guys at the stage anymore). where I can get dollar dances and finalize my selection. Viva La Anal-Retentive Analysis. Ahh, but I have my fun.

As it turned out, however, who is on stage, but Miss Most Sensual Dancer Ever, from a previous TR. I forget what I called her last time. I went tonight hoping she'd be there, and planning on dances from her if she was. Anyway, she's still in the first song, so I get to enjoy some slow, sultry, sexy dancing on stage from her. To describe her again, she has small breasts but a smoking-hot, thin body that she somehow manages to arch and pose in ways that create delicious curves. She has an exotic look that I haven't been able to place yet. Perhaps Brazilian, or a mix of Pacific Islander and Hispanic? I'm not sure, but I love it. Gorgeous eyes. She oozes femininity and has a soft, delicate manner that soothes my tender side. Okay, I'll stop now before I go too PL.

She greets me with a "long time no see!" (How is a month always a "long time" in strip club terms? Being a "monthly" junkie under normal circumstances, I get that line a lot.) Two couples show up and sit at tables across from me. One is a cute blonde; I'm tempted to people watch and see how the two couples work out but Miss Sensual has my attention. Two more couples show up and sit at the stage near me. Meanwhile, I'm still the only one tipping her (what is wrong with these people, Miss Sensual is working it!) Finally she makes her way to the two couples. I don't hear him, but I hear her explain politely: "when you sit at the stage, you have to tip." I heard him apologize and fish out a whole dollar, as did his friend and the two girls they came with. I so rarely see couples in the clubs, and tonight there are four. Oh well, he did seem (tone-wise) genuinely clueless as opposed to cheap.

So back to me now, her stage set is ending, and she came by. "Why don't you go grab a token so we can do a dance?" Hehe, you mean the token I already have in my pocket with your name on it? Why sure, I guess I could use that token to get a dance from you. My actual answer was something along the lines of: "ab-so-lutely!"

I wait between the stage and the entrance to the private dance rooms, token ready. Took her a full song or two after seating me for her to go freshen up and grab the lap dance towel, or whatever it is dancers do in the dress room while I'm on the couch waiting for my dances. I tipped her $50 upfront, standard tip for two songs. She undressed and was completely ready before hitting the timer. Not that I'm counting seconds, but those little touches put me at ease from being in "oh noes, dey tries steal mah monies" mode and puts me in a more relaxed, spending mood. She asked where I'd been, but I was silent at first. Where have I been? Living life...doing life stuff. Umm I don't know. So I just mentioned my trip last weekend where I went to the club too late.

Her dances are nothing noteworthy from a pure mileage perspective, in fact they are quite standard for this club, perhaps a bit above average. What she brings to the dance is sensual skill and a knowledge of how powerful her femininity is and how to use it. She was draped all over me, working her hair, breathing in my ear, running her fingers through my hair, and grinding (should I even say grinding - more like rubbing or massaging) so softly, yet very deliberately. She had three or four positions and went through them a minute each or so. Damn she can arch her back facing away from me in a way that makes her hair fall down for me to enjoy. She was a slider, too...like hot, slithery sex all over. Her perfume was mild, more likely a soft body spray. Oh well, can't leave evidence for the married guys, but it's a shame I so often have to do without one of my favorite aspects to the experience: girly scent.

The two songs come to a close without me having relased any ejaculate. I was undecided on whether I wanted more from her, or to spend longer in the club and try another dancer, so I was neither focused on reaching the finish line nor focused on avoiding crossing it too quickly. I just enjoyed. She offers another song, I hand her $25 to go pay for it. "So another 2-4-1?" she asks. "Uhh, are they doing 2-4-1s now?" I ask, displaying more excitement than I should. "No, but I'll make sure they give you one." Okay, that's just awesome. While she's off paying the man, I pull out three $20s for her. The next two songs are more of the same (which is a good thing). This time I let go and got into the dance more. She worked a little harder too, and by the end it was a sensual full-body writhing. It ended up being perfect timing, with me finishing shortly before the end of the last song. She asked when I'd be in next, if it'd be another month. I told her it's usually once a month, but I might come back sooner. Which is true, I have enough cash left for a repeat of this experience, and I just happen to be off work until Friday. oh hells yeah. We hugged, I left happy and went to Wendy's to grab a Baconator for my late dinner. :)

So, I spent my token from last time and one this time ($50 to the house), and tipped her $110 for four songs. Pretty darn good for my area and for the quality of dances received. $160 instead of $210. Plus cover charge (bartender was too busy to come by and take my drink order in the brief 10 minutes I was at the stage, so no drink charges). About a $175 visit, there about 45 minutes. Plus a Baconator. Life is good tonight.

Howie
11-11-2007, 07:05 PM
Well I went to the wedding Saturday afternoon. The wife decided not to go and instead went to the lake house leaving me in the city all by myself. After the wedding was over there was about 3 hours to kill before the reception, dinner and dance. I went home and started thinking about what would be more fun, the reception or a visit to a SC.

I called my dancer to see what shift she was working and left a message. She called back telling me to get there as soon as possible. The club had a total of 3 customers at the time and about 10 dancers. I had a few things to take care of before I could leave so I didn’t make it to the club until about an hour before her shift was over.

She was waiting at the front door when I walked in and took me to VIP area immediately. Said she hadn’t sold a dance all night and was in the red. You might wonder why I keep coming back to this woman. She offers a true GFE every time we’re together. Told me that since it was so close to the end of her shift, we could get together afterwards. I’m thinking that I might just take her up on her offer this time. After all we’ve had sex ITC before, so meeting up at a motel OTC wouldn’t be much different.

We had a series of dances which as before were very intimate. Nothing was off limits. At this time the VIP area had several dancers and customers so she told me to be cautious of where I had my hands and to be sure to be discrete whenever someone was sitting close to us. When she felt comfortable, she’d take my hand and pull her thong to the side and let my practice armature gynecologist.

When her shift was over, she told me to go wait in the parking lot until she was changed and ready to leave. Said it would take about 10 minutes and she’d be out and we could go meet somewhere.

Well I’m sitting in my car watching the clock tick away. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes. Where the fuck is she? After 20 minutes my phone rings and she’s on her way home. She said she called her babysitter to tell her she’d be a little late and the sitter didn’t want to wait because of other plans. FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!!!!. Well Howie is a littler pissed at this point. Don’t know why he should be. He’s blown her off many, many times in the past. Told her I was going back in the club and she didn’t like that at all. She said she needed to come to the city next week and we could meet up for lunch. Howie said okay and hung up. Howie’s still peeved and really horny. Thank god for the internet. Howie’s not answering her calls any more.

VegasPrincess
11-11-2007, 07:25 PM
I went to a club monday with my man. It was fun I guess, but I got the worst dance from this girl who talked to me about the club I work at the whole 3 song set. I was like shut the fuck up and do dirty things to me!! but alas there was no dirtiness. Damn non bi sexual strippers on my day off from stripping.

lestat1
11-14-2007, 10:14 PM
My abrupt visit over the weekend left me with remaining cash and a desire to go again soon. Rather than show up at the nicer club again in less than a week, I went to the dirtier club.

Bankroll: $460 + $60 in singles.

The DJ/bouncer/doorman/'misc tasks for a male employee to do in a gentlemen's club' was off somewhere, so a dancer took my door fee and drink order, then pulled me aside to apologize to me. Apparently she somehow tied me to some comments I had made on SCL, in which I had praised her looks and her dance, but complained about her excessively pressuring me for another dance. This was months ago. Entirely possible she confused me with someone else though, as it really wasn't something she needed to apologize for. Still...I was pleasantly surprised and felt like a jackass all at the same time. My feedback, while fair, is not phrasing I would use face-to-face. Lesson learned.

First one up on stage was a really cute black dancer. Fun personality, but I got the impression that she'd be low mileage. While her mini-dance was sexy, she didn't sit in my lap, (S.O.P. even at the nicer club is sit in lap and rub, even just a little). Under other circumstances it might not even cross my mind, but after the ROB from June I'm on full alert at this place. I was the only one sitting stage-side, which I hate. I feel like they are put out by having to dance for just me, so I ended up tipping $5-8 per stage set (a little more than I normally do).

Next one up was very sexy...I love those uber-short pleated skirts that don't hide much. She had a slightly-exotic look I couldn't quite place. Her name was familiar, and I vaugely recalled her being spoken of favorably on SCL. I know, I know, not the best source of information, but it hasn't steered me wrong yet (which is not saying much as I've only taken its advice a couple of times). I'll call her MIss J. She kept her eyes closed almost the entire time up on stage. It was sexy at first (when coupled with the way she was touching herself), but after a while it made her seem detached and uninterested. I'm still the only one tipping at the stage.

The third dancer up on stage was the one who had apologized to me earlier. I was still feeling like a jackass about it all. I did enjoy her dance the last time, so I resolved that I would make it up to her with cash in the form of a private dance tip. As it turned out, she'll have to wait for next time. About halfway through her stage set, Miss J came by and put on a very hot mini-dance, so I eagerly accepted her private dance offer.

While waiting for Miss J to return from the DR with a lap dance towel, I gazed at the board listing tonight's roster and noticed that my ATF was not listed, even though I was in on one of her normally-scheduled evenings. I know she had been talking about getting out of dancing and was working on a new career. Well if she is done, good for her (she said she hated dancing) and good for me; that resolves what to do with her regarding future dances.

I went with one song to start with with as a test run with Miss J ($20). In the private room, I gave her a $40 tip, which she asked me to place on the table. That was a first, must be some "if he puts it on the table then I can't get in trouble with the law for doing something dirty" notion. She asked me if I'd been here before and knew how it works. Oh boy, what a loaded question. I have, but I still have no clue what to expect from any given dancer. I just said 'yep.' I follow standard club rules until told otherwise, since asking so rarely gets me anywhere. I started slowly, moved on to the breasts without objection, and settled in to enjoy my dance.

She gave a pretty good private dance. The only real downside was that she seemed to have skipped any sort of perfume or body spray, and possibly deoderant. Not that she stunk, just the abscence of 'nice girly scent' and a slightly musky scent. She did a move I've only encountered a few times before, where she rubbed her face (primarily her chin) against Mr. Happy (through the pants/towel). It was nice, but I prefer the 'full-body' feeling of her sitting on my lap wriggling around. Fortunately, this move was merely part of the rotation. I was originally planning on trying a few different girls tonight, but after the first song ended I just plain felt like getting another from Miss J. Dance number two was more of the same, although as I approached climax towards the end of the second song she stepped up her game and made sure to finish things off. She asked if I had a good time (well yeah!), and told me to come see her again. I asked for her schedule. On future trips I'll try other girls but if things don't work out it's nice to have a solid performer in Miss J. No wet spot, although I did notice what is either a lipstick or lip gloss stain. Stain, badge of honor, same difference. :)

Money spent: ~$140

Sitri
11-16-2007, 11:12 AM
Las Vegas Scores

So just back from Vegas where the real objective was golf. Played the LV Country Club which is an excellent course and the Desert Rose.
I really wasn't going to dump money at the SC, but I had never been to a Scores so I hit the ATM. Locked and loaded my wallet and away I went.

The outside looked typical but not too busy. Since it was 11 pm, I expected a little more action for a Wed night.

This is how the set up works at Scores.
First when you walk in, there is a girl right in you face. You can't even get a depth perspective on the club she is so fast. However, when you look to your left, you can see why. They are lined up like taxis waiting for their next ride.

I didn't like my taxi, so I had to fight my way to a table so I could try and check out the opportunities. Now, they swarmed like flies on a piece of warm and blood meat. I should have brought some DEET.

After swatting off a good dozen, I was getting tired and ready to donate some blood to the cause. A cute brunette with a nice line sits down. She is from Hungary / New Jersey and has the gift of gab. We smooze a while and finally I ask, " How does it work here?" She is a pro and although she looks young, she is an experienced 34 years old with an ass tighter and firmer than 99% of the youngsters in the place. Being a pro, she dodges the question and goes on to start talking dirty.

She does a good job, and I agree the the "medium" room i.e. one below VIP. Here is how it works. You have to buy 2 drinks every 3 songs. The average drink is $15. The dances she quoted are 3 for $100. Good grinding, tops off, but no vag flashing.

Had a good time and she did an hour for $200. I was able to dodge the waitress a few times so only had to buy 4 drinks.

All in all, the girl was great, but the club set up sucked with the taxi set up and the drink bullshit. I would probably prefer the Spearmint Rino.

Svelt
11-16-2007, 12:09 PM
Mid week visit, the fav won't be around who knows what will happen. The door guys have stopped giving me passes, they give me ones back as if I had given them a VIP pass, so I tip the jar. Waitress has my drink in hand and asks if I am gonna be sitting in the usual spot, I nod yes. I head to the manager booth to get ones, some new guy, I hand back the rubber bands. I am off to my seat, yup drink is there waiting.

Its been very slow in the club, the girls are way past cranky, and most talk about a second job now. Tonight is no exception, its slow and the guys in are useless... Looking around none of my girls are in, and I know my alt fav has gone back to the Ukraine, and isn't coming back, sigh. So I am making patterns on stage, or just watching the hustle.

Time passes, "T" comes by a few times and isn't completely rude, I figure she has given up on me. I go back to watching the stage when a kick lands on my left hip... Its my Spanish Black, this is gonna be interesting.

She is coming in hard, spreading my legs, hands roving, mine and hers, gives me hug and a kiss while telling me she just got here. We are breaking all the rules in short order in front of everyone. She wants to go to VIP and is giving me shit about my rules. We are way past the club norms for mileage in VIP and we are doing it right on the floor. I don't have boundaries with this girl and she doesn't seem to have many for me either. She says how about free, you can't turn down free right? Rulez shmulez, we head to VIP.

VIP is empty, it really is slow. She leads to a booth and we molest each other, not much dancing going on. Feeding, doctor, shifting, we are falling out of the booth, its fun. The manager comes in a little freaked out, he makes direct eye contact with me and its obvious he's trying to decide if he's going to do anything. So I back off a bit to just way past what I should be doing in VIP, he goes away. Other dancers come in with guys and start giving dances, we stop, and she is playful but no longer on the attack. She says now that she's worked up she is gonna go hustle, I say I want dances, so she starts dancing. Its halfway between dances and out of control, its fun. I cry uncle, and we spend a few songs trying to disengage, but really just keep molesting each other.

As we actually stand up she asks if I am leaving, I say yeah, I don't want to watch her work if I can't have her. She wants me to stay a little bit, she will hustle the room and then come visit me. I agree. So back to my corner, she hustles the dead room and then comes back to me. She attacks, crawls all over me. We once again are putting on quite the show. Eventually it slows, she kisses me and I say goodbye.

Richard_Head
11-17-2007, 09:06 AM
I would probably prefer the Spearmint Rino.I was in Vegas earlier this week, I don't even bother going anyplace other than the Rhino anymore, I just don't see the point. If I have the time/energy I'll post a TR.

Howie
11-26-2007, 07:31 PM
Well it was off to Vegas for some fun and how can you have fun in Vegas without visiting a strip club. Had previously made arrangements to try and meet up with Richard Head, but alas the wingman screwed up my plans. Got in town Thursday and was ready to hit Spearmint Rhino but my buddy had to go gamble and I, not wanting to abandon the guy who’d paid my way out there, kept him company.

So the next night he decided we’d visit a SC since it would probably be cheaper than gambling. We opted for a blue collar bar that we’d been to before. Asked the cab driver what kind of kickback he was getting from the club to determine if we had to pay him. Told us there wasn’t any at this club and I didn’t see the doorman give him any so we paid with a tip.

The club didn’t seem very busy for a Friday night and we found some seats not far from the stage. It was crowded enough to prevent me from tripping over the over patrons to try and tip the pole dancers. We weren’t in our seats more than 30 seconds before the hustle began. My friend had a cute little blonde on his lap and I had a Latin sweetie. Her English didn’t seem the best, but she had nice bolt-ons and a cute ass. We chit-chatted a little and did a couple of LDs before she talked me into a VIP session. Told me to tip the bouncer $10 and we’d have a little more freedom for fun. A lot more contact than the last time I was here. She tried to feed me her breast, but I’m always a bit hesitant when the nipple gets pressed to the lips when I’m unsure of how many other lips had been there before me. When she bent over and pulled her thong to the side I figured she didn’t expect me to be a gentleman.

When we finished I told her I needed to cool down and was going to check on my friend. She followed me out to my seat and settled herself on my lap. I suggested she go sell some dances to someone else since it would be awhile before I would get any more. She said business had sucked that night and she’d just as soon stay and keep me company. After a while she left and I wasn’t alone more than a minute before this lady with HUGE tits planted herself on my lap. She was old and not that good looking. The little blonde sitting with my buddy told him to see what landed on me. He got a good laugh out of it. I couldn’t politely get rid of her, so I got a series of dances from her. Those boobs could have smothered me. They were sweaty and not that much fun to play with. After we finished she asked where I was staying and how long and what plans I had. It was then she gave me her card and told me to call the next day so she could get to know me. Asked why she wanted me to call and her response was that she wouldn’t fuck anyone she didn’t know. Has her own website so if anyone wants to see what she looks like, PM me.

After she left I had a bunch of wanna dance walk-bys. I tried every response I could think of. Waiting for another dancer. No more money. Just finished and needed to wait. I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees so they couldn’t sit on my lap. I figured that once on my lap I’d have to buy a dance to get them to leave. Soon the Latin sweetie came back and I made room for her to sit down. We talked for awhile before I agreed to another VIP session in a difference area that sold by the half-hour. There we had more privacy and even more contact. I asked if she was okay with me touching her the way I was and she responded by reaching down the front of my slacks and fondling Mr. Happy. She told me that before I came in she hadn’t sold a single dance and I had made her night. That’s when she told me her phone number and said to call her the next day to see if she should go into work. We finished and went back to the main area and she seemed content to sit with me without pay. I suggested that she work the room because I wasn’t going to pay her to sit with me, but she didn’t want to leave. After awhile we decided to see if we could figure out what happened to my friend and his little blonde. After a brief search, we found them in one of the VIP areas and the Latin cutie and I decided to have another go around.

It was getting close to 2am and I was ready to go, but unfortunately my buddy was in love and didn’t want to leave. The Latin cutie said her shift was over at 2 and she was going to leave pretty soon. Offered to take me back to my Hotel, but I wasn’t about to leave my buddy. So I planted myself near the front door in the hope that I wouldn’t be constantly harassed. I was sitting there minding my own business when I saw the Latin cutie with a customer in hand sit down on some benches to do some dances. She waved at me and I waved back. After she was done she felt the need to come explain why she hadn’t left yet and why she gave that guy some dances and that she was really leaving. Didn’t bother me at all.

After another half-hour I checked on my buddy and he still wasn’t ready to leave. Went to the bar and got a drink when this fugly dancer I’d turned down a couple of times before hit me up for some dances. Told her I wasn’t interested. That was when she called me a prick and that as soon as she turned her back I’d probably be getting dances from some other girl.

Went back to the front area when this cute cute cute black dancer sat on my lap. Told her I didn’t want her to waste her time as I was pretty much danced out at that point. She said she was just there to keep me company until my buddy was ready to leave. She was fun to talk to and even better to look at. After a half-hour on my lap I broke down and did a VIP with her. We went back out to the main area and talked some more. She asked if I had my cell phone with me and wanted to see it. She punched her number in case I wanted to call. FYI, I did call the next day and left a message but didn’t hear back. Not sure what she wanted.

She was at the end of her shift and when she left I went to my buddy and told him I was leaving with or without him. He finally agreed to leave and was shocked when the cute little blonde told him what he owed. Four hours in VIP was a lot. Some people are just idiots. So he whipped out his Amex and settled up. She even gave him a discount. Told him what an idiot he was and I had tried to warn him, but there’s no reasoning with some people. Next day cute little blonde and him were texting back and forth and he expected her to go gambling with him and I could go do my own thing. Told him he was a fucking idiot if he expected her to show up. On the flight home the next day he said he should learn to listen to me and take my advice. He’d have been several thousand dollars ahead and would have had a much better trip.

Okay Richard, your turn. Let me know what I missed at SR.

aggieed
11-26-2007, 11:58 PM
So I recently met a "pinkie", a fellow SW poster/stripper. I'm not sure why I felt that this encounter merited a trip report especially considering that it may take me longer to write a paragraph in this thing than the actual conversation I had with this stripper. I couldn't even begin to describe her physically (with one exception since she has one rather definable physical characteristic) since, at the time, I was more interested in the football game on the big screen that I was with talking to her.

It happens.

But here we go.

I've mentioned before that these days I've completely given up on Austin clubs for whoremongering. There are many reasons for it, but as most of you know, it's just as easy for me to go to Houston once every few months or so to get what I need without any bullshit, mind games, and without having to spend a crapload of money in the hopes that maybe, just maybe that hot stripper will swallow after all. The only reason I would go to a club here in Austin is if somebody, an old friend perhaps, calls me to hang, watch a football game, whatever.

So that's what happened on Sunday afternoon. I was watching a football game when the phone rang. It was an old ASPD friend of mine who was in town on business (and football since he frequently schedules business trips around UT home football games). He used to live here, but then moved out West. When he comes into town, he goes completely wild scheduling as many "dates" with escorts, massage therapists, etc. You name it, he does it (well, except for the street scene). Unfortunately one local area gal cancelled on him at the last minute so for whatever reason he decided to call me to hang out at a strip club. The SNF game was going to be a good one that I was actually interested in so I decided to go out.

We started at our "home" club, Joy of Austin. I'll admit to having a hard time, even having given up on Austin strip clubs, to let this place go. It's been a good and comfortable place for me over the years. An added bonus is that I've not had to pay cover or pay for VIP for over three years. That's another story of its own, but I think that was more the managers over the years just not caring since I was seemed to always be there...until recently. Guess what happens when you take a long break from a club and find that one of your "fave" managers is now gone? No more free VIP. I still don't have to pay a cover though.

Anyway, boredom struck rather quickly that night at the old home club so at halftime of the SNF game, we decided to go across the highway to Perfect 10.

Perfect 10 is not really a place I've ever liked. I've never felt comfortable there and most of the dancers have been extremely snobby to me. I've known guys that swear by the place for good ITC and OTC action, but I've never allowed myself to spend enough time there to really find out for myself. Perfect 10 is also home to a handful of dancers that post here on SW. Katrine used to work there and girls like Zabrina and beautiful. work there as well. I guess if there is any place to accidentally run into a fellow SW poster it would be there.

When we arrived at P10, we found a place to sit in front of one of the big screens they had there. I turned to my friend to say something when, out of the corner of my eye, I could see a dancer approaching our table. At the time I was thinking, "Oh, crap! Leave me alone, I just want to watch the game!” So, of course, she approached me instead of my friend.

She sat on the edge of my seat and started to give me a neck and shoulder massage and making small talk. I think I grunted a couple of times, but she eventually said something like, “I guess you’re here to watch the game.” “Oh, yeah” was my response. A few seconds later she was being called on stage, and she left. I never saw her again. Funny thing is that if she had approached my friend instead of me, she probably could have come back and made some money off him. He wanted dances; I was just there for the beer and $4 wings. I had $100 in my wallet, but I really wasn’t all that much of a hurry in spending it. I think I went to Target the next day to spend it on stuff I really needed. I may have gone to see a movie as well, ate out at a restaurant, etc.

I told you it would take me longer to write a paragraph in this TR than it took for my encounter with this stripper. Heh.

Oh, yeah, she introduced herself as Grace. At the time I didn’t make the connection to SW, but about an hour later I started thinking about a poster named xoxoGracexoxo that frequently posts upstairs. I’ve seen her post in Austin club threads in Club Chat upstairs, but for some reason I thought she was a stripper that used to work in Austin but now worked elsewhere. Guess I was wrong. When I arrived back home I looked up some of her old threads and sure enough she refereneces that physical characteristic I mentioned earlier. So it was her.

Yea for me, I guess: I met another SW poster without realizing it at the time. I guess I could add her to “the list” of strippers I’ve met that post on here. Yippee!

In other news, I’m headed to Houston for an overnight trip the week before Christmas. It is Perfect Storm season after all, and I must do my part to make sure children and their fathers get the presents that they want.

Richard_Head
11-27-2007, 10:48 PM
Okay Richard, your turn. Let me know what I missed.So I found myself in Vegas again recently and of course a strip club visit was in order. I had made some tenative plans to meet up with Howie from this site but that didn't work out, it would have been nice to meet a fellow junkie but I got over it quickly, no offense intended Howie, but I was going to see the ladies after all.

So I get to the club around 9:30pm, it was already busy, quality seating was a bit sparse so I made my way over to the cashier's window to break some twenties for some one dollar bills and head for a seat stageside. The quality of the girls was once again top notch, I really love this club for maintaining such HIGH standards in their hiring practices (it's such a rarity in the world of strip clubs nowadays). I spent several songs just tipping the girls on stage when I eye a hot, thin, blonde girl making her way by, being a good stripper she notices me making eyes at her and she heads on over, we do a bit of chit chat and then decide to head over to the 3 X $100 room, this girl was hot, natural 34-b's, toned abs, tight ass, when she stripped down to her thong I about lost it (I'm a bit of an ass man if you hadn't noticed), the dances were good, lots of mutual contact, I reluctantly stopped after 3 dances (it was still early, I didn't want to spend all my money just yet).

Back to the main room, by this time even the stage side seating was full so I found a spot to stand near the bar. As I'm drinking my beer I notice this incredibly hot hardbodied brunette girl heading over, she stopped at the table right in front of me (before I could grab her) and starting hustling the guys at that table, so I decide to bide my time, they weren't buying for some reason and as she got up I gave her a big smile and like a good stripper she was over in a flash (it's nice when the girls can read those not so subtle signs). So we talk a bit, she's very pleasant (and hot as hell), next thing I know I'm heading back to the 3 X $100 room, as soon as we sit down she starts telling me her rules (nice to know, would have been more useful before we sat down though), the dances were nice, she gave a good grind and allowed some touching but nothing out of the ordinary, her body was unbelievable though so I didn't mind too much, she tried to upsell the 1/2 hour room but I wasn't biting.

Back to the main room, this time I decide to check with the DJ to see if Ms T was working, I had met her on a previous visit and had had a very good time with her, he said yes and offered to page her for me and yadda yadda (sorry, I was just watching 'Seinfeld') she was over in no time. When she saw me she gave me a big smile and a big hug, she seemed genuinely happy to see me, I get the feeling she doesn't get paged much by the DJ, which is odd to me because she is a super sweet girl, she's got a killer body and she gives excellent dances, either that or she was just happy to see me because she's from Thailand and well you've heard how much better Thai girls there treat their men haven't you (j/k, don't get riled up). We chat for a bit then decide to head on over to the 1/2 hour VIP room, I tip the host a $20 in hopes of him forgetting we are there (which he did) and the dances start, she strips down to her thong, her skin is tan and felt oh so smooth, her BA is perfectly done, this girl is hot, light kisses turned into DFK, hands were everywhere (mutually I might add), when she wasn't happy with Mr. Happy's position she reached down into my pants and realigned me (and then some), once properly positioned she rode my like a good cowgirl, soon she was in a reverse CG position and pulling the thong aside, yadda yadda you can guess the rest. When our time had ended she asked if I would like to extend it another half hour, how could I refuse, I'm only human, so we did another half hour of the same. I love Vegas.

After the VIP session Ms T still wanted to hang out so we walked around looking for a place to sit, the only place we could find was stage side at the small dance floor up front, I ordered us a couple of drinks and we chatted more, every time a dancer went on stage I tipped, this seemed to get some girl on girl action nearly every time, I rather enjoyed it. We must have spent a good hour or so there, it was some good GFE, I told her I'd look for on my next visit at which point she asked for my phone number, I gave it to her and she vowed to keep in touch. At this point, seeing as I was driving home (from Vegas to Phoenix) the next day (actually it was the same day at this point) I decided that I had better head out and try to get some sleep, she walked me to the entry way, gave me a hug and kiss and I was on my way.

Sitri
11-28-2007, 03:12 PM
After reading this TR, I feel cognitive dissonance regarding the money I spent at Scores for what little real "action" I got.

Jay Zeno
11-28-2007, 03:28 PM
I'm enjoying these latest TR's, guys, including Chili's in the AZ thread. :)

Chili Palmer
11-30-2007, 11:04 PM
(Thanks, JZ. Always appreciate the feedback.)

Singin' the cockblocker blues...

Good news...my current fave had returned from her most recent SCORE Magazine shoot and said she'll be at the club by 8. More crummy traffic puts me at the club after a lot of the dayshifters left, but still seems to be a ton of hotties to choose from. As soon as I sit down, I'm approached by a zaftig DDD grinder. She's in the rotation, but I really don't want to VIP literally 90 seconds after I sit down. We do a couple regular laps, with my head gently ensconced between her chest pillows for most the songs. I tell her come back in a little bit when I'm ready for more dances. "But I'm leaving at 6!" Better luck next time.

Next up is one my new faves: blonde stroker MILF. One of the best touches around a cock I've ever experienced; you guys who say you can't get off in a club have never had a girl like this. Like Triple H, she's just that damn good. She's onstage, I go up, tip her and ask if she's got room on the dancecard for me. She smiles, and promises to meet me after she goes to the bathroom. She does, we got to VIP. It's good, not great. "Just got new stitches (pointing to the undersides of her boobs) last week, so I have to be a little careful." I, too, take extra care not to damge the twins. She acually apologized twice during our six songs for not being as good as usual, but she's still gold comparitively speaking to most dancers in this town.

I spot my CF walking across the floor. She stops at one dude who is obviously impressed with her assets. Meanwhile, SuperMILF sees me and we go off to play. During Song 3, CF comes up with the dude and winks at me. I'm busy with my girl while CF starts on her latest thrall. I finish up with SuperMILF, head back to my spot to wait for CF. And wait. And wait. And wait.

Meanwhile, as the club is, um, less than packed, a lot of the aforementioned hotties have civvied up and are leaving. Noooooooo! There's literally like no one left I want to lap, and, to once again paraphrase Red from Shawshank Redemption, "No time passes as slowly as dull strip club time." After more than hour, this dude still hasn't come up for air from the VIP and I am ready to bounce.

I hit club #2 around 8 PM. This club really doesn't get busy until 9:30ish, and I have no trouble finding a table. Only one stage (out of three) is going; not a good sign. I do, however, spy not one, not two, but three different smokin' hot blondes dancing for their respective custies. And dancing. And dancing. And dancing. WTF is it tonight? No one in this town buys more than a few dances at a time (usually); now, every fucking yahoo thinks he's Pacman Jones. It's 9, and I have yet to even be approached for a lap and ALL those dancers are still fucking grinding away. Un-fucken-believable. Finally, the house song is played and--lo and behold!--25-30 dancers appear from the back room. Keep complaining about how sucky it is here, ya lazy biatches. As soon as they are introduced, the majority of them scurry back to dressing room, no doubt to complain about their house fees.

One dancer does actually approach me. She's not the usual Barbie this club is known for; she's a bit more muscular than your average gal (or me, for that matter). Now, I happen to have a bit of a FBB (that's Female Body Building) fetish, so I am actually quite happy with this turn of events. First song starts, and 10 seconds into it she takes my hands and places them on strategic places on her bod. Okay then. We do two regular songs, then off to VIP. She immediately heads for the absolute best spot available; things are looking brighter. First song starts, and I'm all about the biceps, the traps, etc. She turns around and places her right nipple in my mouth. I do what comes naturally, then a little harder, harder still. She clamps my head to her, moaning softly, and grinding harder. The more I suck, the more she returns the favor, alternating between remarkably gentle stick shifting that could even give blonde stroker MILF a run for her money. I alternate breasts (among other body parts). We end up doing 13 songs in VIP, and suddenly I am a lot more relaxed. It's morning again in America.

CP

Richard_Head
12-01-2007, 05:32 PM
It's 9, and I have yet to even be approached for a lap and ALL those dancers are still fucking grinding away. Un-fucken-believable. Finally, the house song is played and--lo and behold!--25-30 dancers appear from the back room. Keep complaining about how sucky it is here, ya lazy biatches. As soon as they are introduced, the majority of them scurry back to dressing room, no doubt to complain about their house fees. LMAO, I often wonder how big that dressing room is! Nice TR CP, thanks!

crizgolfer
12-01-2007, 10:12 PM
Tonight I find myself in Dallas. Time to check out The Lodge. I have heard about this place from many people. It was time to check it out for myself.

Upon walking in I notice that the main stage has no pole. I do enjoy watching a good pole dance so that was a mark against the place. As I wandered around a bit I realized that was the only strike against it. The club was nice and comfortable. The women were fantastic. There are a lot of nice looking ladies in this place.

Most of the dances were the table variety, so I decided to find a comfy seat in a fairly high traffic area. With all the gorgeous ladies in here i decided to buy one dance from each that approached me.

Sitting back and enjoying my first drink it took about 15 minutes for the first to approach. Dancer #1 hops on my lap and I offer her a drink. She seems a bit tipsy already, but she is pretty fun with a good sense of humor. I buy a dance from her and then another. The dance has some pretty good contact on the sensual level. After dance two she moves on.

Dancer #2 approaches. This was a "want a dance" approach. I buy a dance from her but it was pretty basic. I really don't remember too much about her.

Dancer #3 approaches. She is Eastern European. A nice looking lady, but with her accent and the music I had a hard time understanding a thing she said. She was giving a pretty hard sales pitch and I bought a dance then moved her along.

Dancer #4 approaches. Nice girl and decent dance. Not too much to write home about.

Dancer #3 comes back and puts a Champagne Room sale on me. I turn her down a few times and she moves on.

Dancer #5 comes and hops on my lap. A cute russian girl. I buy the dance and in the middle of it another dancer approaches my friend. He is now done for the night and turns her down. She had caught my eye earlier and peaked my interest. Dancer #5 told me that she was her roommate. Once the dance was done I told her to tell her roommate to come see me.

I decide that I have time for one more before I have to take my friend out of here. He is busy staring at the stage. A gorgeous girl in a santa outfit.. He is telling me to get him out of here before he hits the ATM. I make him wait. I want one more dance.

Finally, the roommate comes out. Dancer #6...a young russian lady. Absolutely, gorgeous. Great legs, great eyes, cute nose, and this killer sly smile. She hops on my lap and introduces herself. She really struck a cord. We had a lengthy conversation about People, relationships, sex ...many things. What really drew me to her was that she answered things seemingly truthfully. She was not saying things that she thought I wanted to hear. She was saying what she wanted to say. I found that very appealing. She now had the hooks in me and my plan was done.

The dances began. There was a lot of sensual contact. She had my number and seemed to know what I like. A lot of nibbles and lip to lip kisses. Something I don't normally like with a dancer I just met, but I was more than willing to bend the rules in this case. The dances went on and I lost count. I would have stayed there for a while longer, but it was time to get my friend out of there. I handed her a couple hundreds and told her "congratulations." She asked why. I told her that my plan had been to buy one dance from each dancer that stopped by. She "ruined" that plan.

We exchanged some contact info. I definitely plan on seeing her again before leaving town. She is one of the few that really knew how to strike every cord in me. Long live Russia!

I_luv_dancers!
12-02-2007, 03:55 PM
Great TR's Howie, aggieed, Richard, Chili and Criz. It's a good day when I can tune in to 5 new and interesting TR's.

Howie
12-03-2007, 06:56 PM
Stopped by a local club (no touch) just to see if my strippers ex-BBF was working and to eat lunch. She wasn’t, but that didn’t prevent a nice brunette from keeping me company. We talked about Vegas and she told me she went there expecting to make a fortune. Four days and she had to call her father to wire her some funds in order to pay all her bills so she could leave and go home. Said she worked at the Rhino and Treasures. One night at Treasures in four hours she couldn’t sell a single dance. Said she’ll never go back to work there again. She thought she was a good hustler, but was way, way, way out of her league. I’ve had other dancers talk about trying Vegas and how much they’d bank. This was the first one who admitted she tried and failed miserably. Must be a lesson in there for someone. Got a few dances then got up to leave.

On the way out I did run into the ex-BBF (she was coming in to work) and she was a little pissed I didn’t call to let her know I was coming in. Would have come in a little earlier to meet me. Asked when I could come back to see her. Told her next weekend. Said not to make any plans that we could get together after her shift. I know its all bullshit, but it keeps me coming back.

I did see my stripper last week and must have done something to really piss her off. Got an email over the weekend complaining how I didn't respect her and she expected more from our relationship than I'd given her so far. Relationship? WTF was she talking about?

aggieed
12-04-2007, 12:30 AM
I was going to write something a little more detailed but decided to keep this simple. I am a bit on a roll here for some odd reason.

I stayed over in San Antonio on Sunday and decided to hit a club before heading out of town. It's been well over a year since I had been to an SC in SA. Labor Day last year actually was the last time I was out there. I had a pretty good time in a couple of clubs including an NQBS session at SA's northernmost club so I figured I'd try my luck again. If nothing else, there were some interesting football games on like Colts-Jaguars, etc.

I arrived at Perfect 10 near the airport just shortly after noon. I was the very first customer so I just plopped in front of the big screen and watched football. It was about another hour before the next customers came in and shortly after that before they had their first girl take the stage. By that point, there were only three girls working: a very cute latina with nice, large boobies and a bubble butt, a trailer trash type, and a girl who looked like she could have been a female wrestler. I didn't really want to mess with her.

So I went with the boobies and bubble butt. She ended up showing me a pretty damn good time with the hour I spent with her. During the first dance, she immediately put my hands on her breasts, and later rubbed off the latex she had on her nipples and fed them to me. She also let my hands explore other places where I discovered she was pierced down below, and she finally realized this "nice guy" from out of town was truly a very bad boy. She responded, in kind, with me.

Anyway, there was one thing that I found rather amusing about this whole deal. Early on, even though she was kissing me on my neck, ears, and cheek, she shyed away from kissing on the mouth. Her limits, not a big deal breaker for me. By the end though we were playing some serious tonsil hockey and each seemingly trying our best to get the other off.

Good times, good times. San Antonio daytime certainly does not disappoint. I'll be back at the end of the month for the Alamo Bowl, but between now and then I'll be in Houston for one night and afternoon so depending how that goes will determine whether or not I try my luck again in SA. I'm not exactly hearing good things about Houston at the moment, but one week before Christmas, I'm assuming anything can happen.

umf
12-05-2007, 09:49 PM
Somewhat long-time lurker. Newbie poster. Bewbie lover.

As a PL residing in the same town as Phil Burress, aka Cincinnati, I don't get out to GCs very often, except when I am traveling to greener, more liberal and bewbier pastures. Occasionally, I drive up to Dayton when the itch cannot be contained any longer and must be scratched. Over the last year or so I've visited Cheeks a few times and Diamonds twice. For some strange reason, every time I've been to Cheeks, I've run into "M," a tall, leggy and friendly dancer. As much as I've enjoyed getting dances from her -- she provides good dances with reasonable SS -- I've never managed to get dances from anyone else there because, well, I've run into M every time I've visited said club. (FWIW, Cheeks has $25 lap dances, somewhat frequent 2-for-1s, and a negotiable VIP. By Ohio standards, the mileage is considered above average from what I've gathered.)

So last night, when the itch had to be scratched, I decided to try something new and headed over to the Living Room. It meant a slightly longer drive, but, hey, I'm a PL, right? I walked in, paid the cover and tipped the door-girl, grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered a Corona. And just as I was about to settle in and grasp the layout of the place, I felt a hand on my shoulder, which turned out to belong to ... M! She was now going by a different name, having apparently been asked to leave Cheeks for her "unwillingness to suck XXX's dick." Ah, SS! Don't you love the smell of it?

So, over the next two hours or so she regaled me with the tale of her departure, her dead-beat baby-daddy's mendacity and the reasons for her cheating on his sorry ass. I reciprocated with customary CS (no pun intended). In between, we made a couple of trips to the lap-dance area, where I reacquainted myself with M's bewbies, which were somewhat constrained by her ill-fitting bra. The overall quality of the dances was quite good, with decent contact, but a lap dance from a topless-less dancer isn't my idea of a lap dance. As I was leaving the club, I noted two Sheriff's deputies arguing with the night manager about something. All I heard was, " ... titties and shit ... " (Again, FWIW, the dances at the Living Room are $20 a piece and VIP is $150 for half hour.)

I liked the atmosphere at this club and I think I might go back there another time.

Richard_Head
12-05-2007, 09:56 PM
Somewhat long-time lurker. Newbie poster. Bewbie lover.Welcome aboard umf, thanks for sharing! I think that's FBR's fav club isn't it?? Everybody should have to post a TR as their first post!!