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3-Legged Man
01-16-2008, 07:47 PM
Gentlemen, why is it that trip reports so rarely mention the names of the clubs you visit? That information would be of great value to those of us who may follow in your footsteps. I can understand protecting the identities of individual dancers, but what's the good in keeping the clubs anonymous? Good clubs deserve the free advertising. And readers should be made aware of the time-wasters as well. What do you think?
lestat1
01-16-2008, 10:13 PM
I do agree on giving good and bad feedback where due, yet at the same time I feel some discretion on these things is warranted for privacy's sake. If anyone is in the upstate NY / Albany area and wants to PM me, I'll provide details and "named" reviews.
Gentlemen, why is it that trip reports so rarely mention the names of the clubs you visit? That information would be of great value to those of us who may follow in your footsteps. I can understand protecting the identities of individual dancers, but what's the good in keeping the clubs anonymous? Good clubs deserve the free advertising. And readers should be made aware of the time-wasters as well. What do you think?
Pryce, the site owner, prefers that we keep things vague publicly in terms of clubs and dancers particularly when mileage is involved. Specifics are usually kept in PM between members. There have been discussions in the past and Pryce has made it clear that he isn't interested in Stripper Web being another SCL or TUSCL.
I would suggest that if a member post peaks your interest, you PM that member. Most guys here don't have a problem sharing back channel info.
Thanks for bringing up an issue that might be on the mind of others :)
FBR
I_luv_dancers!
01-17-2008, 10:35 AM
Gentlemen, why is it that trip reports so rarely mention the names of the clubs you visit? That information would be of great value to those of us who may follow in your footsteps. I can understand protecting the identities of individual dancers, but what's the good in keeping the clubs anonymous? Good clubs deserve the free advertising. And readers should be made aware of the time-wasters as well. What do you think?
To put it more bluntly - some of the experiences described are frowned upon by more conservative (prudish) elements of our society and could even conflict with local statutes. ;) This is a public forum, anyone who can find it can look at the messages. Why give local authorities specific intel on these experiences so they can target the clubs mentioned?
It would be counterproductive for us to detail these experiences in such a way as to identify and cause the demise of the venues in which those experiences occur, or take the providers out of service on a temporary or permanent basis.
Like the other, more tenured junkies have said above, take it offline if you want specifics - but you probably need to be a "known entity" to get a helpful response. My 2c.
lestat1
01-17-2008, 08:27 PM
Bad Visit
Bankroll: $320 + ~80 in singles
I went to the dirty club tonight; I should've stayed home and played World Of Warcraft instead. The only thing this club has going for it is slightly higher mileage than the "nice" club I go to. It's a dive of a place in a crummy neighborhood with poor quality dancers. They used to be the friendliest dancers in the area, but something changed a couple of years ago and now all the place offers is mileage.
I go in tonight to find that dancer quality has plummeted. There are two dancers who look like dancers, once of which was my ROB from last June. Great. Most of the rest were rather normal at best, with some that should have retired a while back. I get a few mini-laps as I sit at the stage. Uninspired, no smiles, rarely a thank you when a tip is given. Just terrible.
One girl to dance for me wore a choke chain, which she encouraged me to tug on as she kneeled in front of me. Under the right circumstances, that could've been pretty hot, but I wasn't feeling it tonight. I just couldn't do it and I didn't want to hurt her. In hindsight I should've gotten a dance from her as she ended up being the nicest girl there, and gave the best mini-lap. She left, and I saw some of her ones fall down from her pile. I scooped them out and chased her down to give them back. As I walked back to my spot I realized, duh, I left my own small pile of ones unattended. That was dumb. Fortunately they were still there.
Finally I make eye contact with the sexy dancer and she comes over for a mini-dance. She's tall with a mane of gorgeous black hair. She looked asian but sounded latina. Her dance was rather teasing, in a bad way, but I silenced my better judgement and asked her for a private dance anyway. Side note: not once was I asked for a private dance or repeat private dance all night. Felt like a leper.
Her private dance was teasing and very slow to start. She spent a while stripping before settling into my lap. I had tipped her $40 upfront, + $20 for the dance itself. Now, breast touching used to be so standard here one didn't even need to ask, it was simply club rules. On recent past visits I noticed a few who don't allow it. Keep in mind, that particular point of contact is the only difference between this club and the nice club. The nice club is a far better place to visit, far friendlier, and in a nice town. The least attractive dancer at the nice club blows away the best looking dancer at the dirty club. The dances are even cheaper at the nice club. So to not allow this is to charge more for far less. We're about 1/3 of the way through the song when I ask: "May I touch your breasts?" She politely declined, and continued with a very poor dance, which she cut short at the end. I guess she figured there was no more money to be had with me, so why work for what she already has. She managed a mere semi from me...from me! I can get hard watching paint dry I'm so horny, so that's pretty pathetic.
I head back down to the stage, feeling very disappointed so far and pondering calling it quits and either heading to the nice club or just home. I haven't yet seen all the girls on stage, so I decide to stick it out. Nothing to report for a while, I end up sitting back at a table after I lose my stage seat following a bathroom visit. I'm sending out the occasional "trip and break your neck" vibe to the ROB, who I really hope becomes famous posthumously after sufferring something so terrible a Hollywood movie is made about it. At one point she stopped by and asked if I wanted a mini-dance, I just said: "No thank you." I saved my venting for my TR. :P
A cutie stopped by for perhaps my third mini-lap of the night from her. I think most customers would've called her overweight, but I thought she carried it well and had some nice curves with a cute face and gorgeous breasts. I would've gotten a dance from her, but she seemed really bad on stage (half her time up there was standing still foing the booty clap), and during her mini-laps was mostly booty-clap combined with a little seizure move in my lap. Not sensual at all. What the heck, she smelled really nice, and seemed to be about my best prospect for the evening so I asked her for a private dance. I realized I didn't know her name when I had to point at her when the doorman/DJ took my money for the dance.
Miss H got down to business, and although her dance was again way too much seizure and booty clap, she seemed to take my soft touches as a cue and she slowed down a bit. I imagine she gets her breasts licked a lot, as she was mashing them against my lips and face. I kept my mouth shut and just enjoyed. Too risky; I just never know what the proper protocol is here, and I didn't want to interrupt the boobs-in-face moment to ask. About halfway through the dance, I finally spit out the question on my mind: "May I touch your breasts?" Her reply: "Oh sure!" Finally. They were quite lovely. :) Thanks to that, her finally slowing down a little (although she started doing this weird pelvic thrust thing that was some attempt to simulate sex but felt more like a body slam), and the length of time it's been for me since my last release, I managed to finish just as the song ended, though she stopped slightly too soon and ruined the very end a little. *sigh* At this point she got a bit friendlier and introduced herself, asking my name, but it was too late to improve my evening.
The overall experience left me wishing I'd gone to the nice club. Breasts are fun and all, but the extra cost, the crappy club, poor-quality dancers, the unfriendly attitudes, and the piss-poor dances compared to my current favorite at the nice club leave me wondering just what the hell happened to this place? Used to be warm and friendly. There is one dancer I'd visit still; the one from my last trip to this club (but she wasn't on tonight). I think my former ATF is definitely retired now, as that makes two trips on her normally-scheduled nights and no ATF. I left feeling worse than when I went in, and with $180 in 20s and most of my singles.
Katrine
01-17-2008, 10:54 PM
You pay $80 a lapdance at the nice club that they don't even let you touch their titties? Wow.....
lestat1
01-17-2008, 10:57 PM
Actually at the nice club it's $25 + $25 tip ($50). If I get a series of dances I usually tip a little extra afterwards $20-$40. At the dirty club it's $20 + $40 tip ($60), and now some at the dirty club are asking for a $60 tip for titties ($80). Yeah, I've been going to the nice club more and more, but I hadn't been to the ghetto in a while.
GenWar
01-18-2008, 01:13 PM
Yeah, `stat. I hate it here. :|
I may just give up clubbing outside the occasional trip to vegas once the rugrat gets here. Not being able to do a quick 500 miles RT to club will be the death of me. Still, nothing is better than clubbing around here, I think. :(
-gen
Richard_Head
01-20-2008, 10:56 AM
Quick TR. I was bored the other night so I decided to make a stop at the local watering hole (aka, the strip club). It was quite busy, it seems that there is already a nice influx of girls in town scouting for a club to work at for the upcoming Super Bowl (the Barret Jackson car auction is also in town and that also typically brings alot of money into town and thus alot of dancers into the clubs). Right away I spot Ms T on stage, she's a super super hot asian girl, she typically lives and dances in Vegas but makes an occassional appearance in Phoenix, I immediately head over to tip her and got a nice greeting, she says she'll stop on over after her stage set, nice start. True to her word (no small accomplishment at this club) she stops back over, we catch up a bit and decide to head on over to the VIP area for some dances ($20/each). Her body is truly amazing, toned, all natural, silky smooth skin, pretty face, contact was quite liberal, she does have a habbit of over counting on the dances though (a bit of a turnoff don't you think), when she told me how much I owed her I immediately called her on it (it was pretty blatant) and she recanted (still the tip was lost), this is not the first time she has tried to pull this on me either (I guess as an out of towner she's not too worried about it). Sad part is that I have no doubt that she'll get future business from me if/when I run into her again, she is that hot and her dances are that good. I didn't stick around much longer, it was too busy, I was no longer having a good time so I decided to cut my losses and head out.
CalifSCVisitor65
01-20-2008, 12:51 PM
, she does have a habbit of over counting on the dances though (a bit of a turnoff don't you think), when she told me how much I owed her I immediately called her on it (it was pretty blatant) and she recanted (still the tip was lost), this is not the first time she has tried to pull this on me either (I guess as an out of towner she's not too worried about it). Sad part is that I have no doubt that she'll get future business from me if/when I run into her again, she is that hot and her dances are that good.
Wow it must be hell of a dance to put up with over-charges every single time. :-\
moscm
01-21-2008, 01:30 PM
^^^ After I had a girl try to do that to me, I realized it's much better to either pay before the dance, or after each one. Maybe it 'disrupts' things, but they can't pull that miscounting stuff on you.
mr_punk
01-21-2008, 01:56 PM
she does have a habbit of over counting on the dances though (a bit of a turnoff don't you think), when she told me how much I owed her I immediately called her on it (it was pretty blatant) and she recanted (still the tip was lost), this is not the first time she has tried to pull this on me either (I guess as an out of towner she's not too worried about it).another fine product of the finest finishing schools. LOL..these girls. BTW, how blatant was she?
mortalman
01-22-2008, 07:54 PM
MLK Day … “I have a dream…”
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Well, not free but I did get into the club without paying cover. I walked in the door and the girl who is supposed to take my money is missing from her post. I wait around for a little bit and then proceed on into the club saving myself the $10 Monday night admission and the mandatory $5 Texas state sin tax. My form of peaceful non violent protest; I will not suffer the injustice of an unreasonable taxation upon my person or my actions … unless she was actually there then I would have paid like everyone else… I’m no hero.
I proceed to the bar and order the obligatory $5 Red bull then look around the sparsely populated club and decide to take a table near one of the vip areas, right next to one of the satellite stages. I settle in, take off my coat and put my phone on the table and begin to evaluate the talent for prospects. This club has always attracted the hottest girls in town I suppose because there are always crowds there and most importantly money. Tonight is no exception as the lineup is looking very good although there appear to be only about 12 dancers.
I will take a moment now to talk about another injustice foisted upon the SC going public of my dusty dry hellhole of a town. The city fathers, and two mothers, on the city council passed an ordinance that took effect in August. Its two main provisions are as follows:
1. No nude dancing.
2. Semi nude performers (topless and/or g-string) must remain six feet away from any customer at all times. On stage, on the floor, in the dance areas … you get the idea no fun at all.
Well, this resulted in an economic downturn for the area clubs and this one in particular since they have a corporate affiliation and probably don’t want to get into trouble. With girls wearing full bottoms and pasties for a time. I am happy to report, gentle reader, that although to a certain extent they are obeying rule one they are now ignoring rule two.
Ok, so these guys sitting nearby are getting ready to leave and they ask if I want the rest of their beers, I say “sure thanks, you guys have a nice night”. I mean cool, first I skate in without the cover, and now I have two free beers to drink. Well, it turns out they are Coronas and don’t have twist off tops. I don’t have a bottle opener. I revert back to my college days and try to figure out a way to open the bottle. The table is made of glass, so I don’t want to damage it trying to pop the top off on the edge. I pull out my keys to see if I can pry it off, it should work, it has worked in the past, it won’t work now. My finger is hurting now and there is a big mark from my keys on my finger, then it occurs to me that maybe I should ask the waitress if she would open my beer for me. Certainly a waitress would have a bottle opener and would accept a couple of dollars tip to open a bottle for a guest. I flag down one of the girls and she tells me that “No, I don’t have a bottle opener but we sell them for $5 or $10” Oh, that’s right, I forgot I was in a strip club. I ask what a $10 bottle opener might be like and she lets me know that it is silver (Polished aluminum actually) has the club name on it and can be used as a key chain. I tell her that sounds really nice but I’ll take the $5 opener. Well $5 for two beers isn’t too bad I figure and I still have the free admission going for me. So she runs off to get my opener and I get my first visitor of the night, a lovely Caucasian in her early 20’s. Ms B is quite cute in a wholesome girl next door kind of way (as wholesome as you can look in short shorts and six inch platforms) with dark hair and eyes and a naturally curvy body. She engages in some small talk and then pops the question about a dance. I say I am interested but I am waiting for the waitress to come back with my bottle opener. It’s been about 5 minutes and I’m thinking the girl has forgotten about me, Ms B is getting a little impatient and starts to say something to the effect of “Well while you’re waiting why don’t we go…” Just then the waitress comes back and reveals the reason it has taken so long, … they are out of the $5 openers so she brought a $10 opener if I want it. I don’t really want it so I suggest that she opens the little box it is in, pop the tops off of my 2 beers, put it back in its box, and I’ll give her $5 to keep and she can take the opener back to where it came from. She says she can’t do that. Ok then, I give her exactly $10 (no tip) and open one of my $5 beers, take a couple of sips and realize that Ms B is still there. She asks again and off we go...
to be continued
mortalman
01-22-2008, 07:57 PM
continued
This dance room used to be very dark in the past, lit only by little standing lamps with about a 5 watt bulbs in each. The room would get even darker when the dancers would turn off the little lamps leaving the room to be lit only by the dim lights of the main room coming through the doorway. As a result of the previously mentioned ordinance, the room is now lit by lights in the ceiling that the dancers have no way of adjusting. Thankfully this adjustment seems to have had little effect on the mileage available. Ms B provided a very good dance with good hands on exploration of the northern areas on my part and exploration, by her, south of the Mason Dixon line. I would say her skill with a stick shift would qualify her for the front row at Daytona. After a few dances I call an end to the festivities, pay what I owe and return to my seat. Ms B says she’ll come by and check on me later.
I sit and sip at my “free” beer watching the stages and decline a few wanna dancers until a Latina spinner approaches and asks if she can sit with me. “Sure!” I say enthusiastically and adjust the chair next to me so she can sit. She moves around, scoots by the chair, and sits on my lap. Not my lap really but my left thigh and, after some brief introductions, asks if I’d like to “go have some fun” while simultaneously reaching down and grabbing my package. She did pique my interest so, hand in hand, off to the lap room we go. Now I am sure most of you are aware how each club has good seats, better seats, and a best seat in their respective lap areas. Well, Ms A drags me past good and better and we settle into the best seat. Ms A is a little thing, Mexican American about 4’10” without the shoes probably 85 or 90 lbs, dark hair and a dark all over tan. She is very petite and has virtually no breasts to speak of. Not usually the type I go for as I tend to gravitate more to the girls who are a little more meaty. She is not skinny or boney just slim and fit and small. She is also wearing thigh high patent leather black boots which can be troublesome and hear is why. I don’t think the girls can feel anything through the boots and this can result in me getting kneed in the balls. Now I understand some men go for this but it isn’t something that I look for in a dance. The next song starts. Ms A gets up, strips off her one piece outfit, steps forward and knees me in the balls. Luckily it was a gentle glancing blow and didn’t cause any extreme discomfort, but still … ok so after this questionable start things get much better with some vigorous grinding, stick shifting, fingering, fondling, and feeding … we are in the best seat after all. An OTC encounter is offered for 600 which I decline and after four songs I return to my seat thank you very much.
It is Martin Luther King Jr’s day after all, a great American who devoted his life to ending racial inequality in the US, an inequality that still seems to exist in strip clubs all across America to this day. It is common (documented anecdotally on the pink side) in many clubs when there may be 40-50 dancers only 2 or 3 will be black. So, it was quite surprising that of the 12 dancers working that night 4 were African American. One of these girls approached me next and as a result, Ms C and I headed to the back. We sat for the pre song chit chat where she informed me she was getting too fat (not true) from drinking too much beer and that she needed to lose some weight. I joked that I guess that meant she didn’t want to buy my $10 bottle opener. Awkwardness ensued as she had no idea what I was talking about and I came off like a total dork. Luckily I was saved by the beginning of the next song and the fact that I was paying for her to be there dancing for me. Her dances were good, decent mutual contact with some good booty shakin. I kept my hands busy for two songs and then we stopped.
I had enough in my bankroll for two more dances, would have been three if I didn’t have to buy a freakin ten dollar bottle opener … but I digress. There was a four pole rotation going now and I was sitting next to pole number 3. Another black dancer was making goo goo eyes and smiles at me from stage three and as she came off of the stage asked me if she could dance for me after her next stage. I said yes, she introduced herself and said she would be back after the next song … I never saw her again.
Still all in all a fun night and I got this really cool bottle opener too.
lestat1
01-22-2008, 11:24 PM
Nice TR mortalman, but one question: how much were those dances?
EDIT: I think after that awful ordeal just trying to get your beers opened, I might have used the glass table and said t'hell with worrying about damaging it.
hockeybobby
01-22-2008, 11:24 PM
nice job mortalman ! kneed in the nuggets, and they don't open the beers there too. what a life eh?
hb
Casual Observer
01-23-2008, 03:12 PM
You pay $80 a lapdance at the nice club that they don't even let you touch their titties? Wow.....
My sentiments exactly.
What a racket.
Richard_Head
01-27-2008, 06:29 PM
another fine product of the finest finishing schools. LOL..these girls. BTW, how blatant was she?I stopped her after six dances and she said "how about 1 more so it's an even 10?".
mr_punk
01-27-2008, 06:42 PM
yeah, that's blatant territory. it makes you wonder how customers she rips-off a night.
hockeybobby
01-29-2008, 10:54 PM
Nicely done JZ...thanks !
hb
Snappa
01-31-2008, 06:17 AM
I wasn't planning on going up to the club yesterday, but today is payday, and I had some spending cash left over from my budget. So, after modeling some tables for a new database, I packed up and left the office at noon. After a quick trip home to shower and freshen up, I hit US 19N and made it to the club by 1:30.
When I arrived at the club, I grabbed a bottle of water and a shot of Patron from my favorite bartender, giving her my ID and a credit card to run a tab. I prefer to charge my drinks and save cash for 'fun'. Surveying the day shift, I recognized all but about two of the girls. The day shift manager has brought on five or six new girls in the last couple of weeks, and I haven't met any of them yet. Maybe today...the two that are here are lookers.
But first, my current regular sees me and stakes a claim. I order a pair of lemon drops - Texas style like most of the girls like them, and we catch up on our weeks. Now, the last three or four times I've gotten dances from her, I've felt like she was
taking the fact that I was her regular for granted, as it just didn't seem like she was into it. So, I turn her down today, telling her I'm not in the mood.
She breaks out some stripper shit about missing me, but I kind of tune her out and watch the women's basketball game on ESPN8 (the Ocho) or some such channel. I start to get annoyed because she keeps leaning over and kissing my cheek and neck, but I'm saved when another of her regulars comes in, and she disappears.
Soon after, the DJ calls two-for-ones, and I treat my favorite bartender to a shot of Patron, having another myself. She spoils me with a double, and I'm at what is usually my limit. Feeling a bit looser, I make some small talk with one of the younger girls, a cute little skinny blond who I did a pair of 2-girl dances with me and her friend a couple weeks back. She's fun, but not much of a conversationalist, so I head her off by telling her I'm not sure if I want any dances today, but to check back with me in an hour or so. If I don't find something better by then, I'll give her a go.
I wave to the blond's friend, a 20 year-old ex-gymnast with the most perfect skin and perky breasts. She waves back. She's sitting with some other regulars.
Finally, I'm approached by another of the girls who knows me fairly well, we'll call her 'Alice'. She's been after me for weeks to 'give her a try'. She works the same days as my 'regular', though, so usually by the time she gets to me, I'm either broke, or perfectly content to stay where I'm at. So, I decide to surprise her, and when she gives me the usual "When's it going to be my turn" line, I say "How about today?"
Alice has a seat and I offer her a drink. Another pair of lemon drops, Texas style, and I'm wondering how many grams of carbs are in one of those. We chat for a while, and I have her look in her phone to see if my number is in there. There was a weird situation a couple weeks ago at the club, where she was drunk and trying to avoid a particular group of customers, so she hid out with me. I thought she had had me put my number in her phone, but I was pretty out of it too, that day, and it wasn't in there.
Anyway, she asks for it again, saying she likes to let 'her men' know when she's working. I laugh and give it to her, telling her she better not count me as one of 'her men' just yet. We're about to finish our cigarettes and head to VIP when my regular comes up from behind me and starts nuzzling my neck again. Alice is very professional, and doesn't get catty in the least. My regular sits on my other side at the bar, and works her way into our conversation. A couple seconds later, the DJ calls her over for a sound check and then sends her to the floor manager. In the interim, I pay for VIP and head on back with Alice.
She takes me to one of the two booths on the back side of the club, away from the main VIP area. I've only been back here once, but they are slightly larger than the others. Also, there's less traffic out in the hallway outside.
She gets naked, and we chat for a minute about our respective weight-loss. I can tell she's lost a bit, but she's still a bit chunky. She complains that the manager is after her to 'lose her ass'. I give her some CS, and she moves in to start dancing.
She starts out soft and sensual, rubbing me lightly with her upper leg as she pushes between my legs, spreading them and leaning in against me. She uses her long, straight hair very effectively, as she moves up my body, her hair rubs across my face and forehead. Shortly, it's replaced with a nice, full set of tits, which alternatively hover right in front of my mouth before being mashed on either side of my head.
My hands are exploring a bit at this point, and she makes it clear that nothing is out of bounds. I feel her hands on my shirt, and she asks if I mind if she unbuttons it. "I like the feel of skin on skin". I agree, and my shirt is quickly unbuttoned and pushed back off my shoulders.
She plays around with my chest, nibbling, kissing lightly, and then grabbing my nipples with her teeth. Nipple play doesn't really do it for me, and while I'm not really getting excited, I'm enjoying how much she gets into her work, so it's all good. A minute later, hands are on my belt as she says "Let's take care of this too, I don't want to get hurt on it." So, the belt gets undone, and pushed out of the way.
I know I'm about to get offered some extras. I had heard Alice back in VIP the week before with another custy, and the sounds of oral suction were unmistakable. Still, I'm really not in the mood, and didn't bring extra 'tip' money, so when she offers, I thank her but politely decline. That doesn't stop her from licking her hand, and reaching into my 6"-too-big jeans (which I'm now swimming in thanks to the removal of the belt that was cinching them to me) and gets a good feel. "Too bad you don't want to play, I'm really horny". I laugh out loud, thinking, damn, she's got some good game.
Alice grabs my hand and puts it where she wants it. Either she can open the floodgates at will, or she's serious about being horny. So I figure at least one of us is in the mood, and work on her for a while. She gets off, and I get two very slicked-up fingers for my trouble. She grabs her purse, and dumps some liquid sanitizer in my palm, telling me how she's always prepared. I laugh and relate how some of the pink-side girls freak at any thought of contact with bodily fluids, and she shows me an assortment of condoms. "I stay safe", she says.
We enjoy the rest of our time with some light grindage and flirting, and then head back out to the floor. She excuses herself to go clean up, and I order another bottle of water and a shot of Patron. My regular comes up to me and says that she got in trouble with her manager for sitting next to me when Alice was already talking to me. She adds, "I called you to come in today. You wouldn't have even been here if I hadn't".
I wonder where this is coming from, considering we had talked earlier in the day, but she didn't even mention the club, or that she was working today. She seems to sense my reaction, and is quick to tell me that it's "okay that you danced with, <Alice>". I laugh a bit on the inside at this one and think about telling her that it's "okay for her to go give Bill (another regular) a dance", but then decide she'd probably miss the irony. I spend the next five minutes evasively answering 20 questions about my time with Alice, and getting more annoyed. Finally, Alice comes back, and the regular disappears so as not to get in further trouble with the manager.
We get ready to order another pair of shots, but then another of her regulars comes in, so I thank her for a nice time and send her on her way. It works out in my favor, because the DJ calls two-for-ones a minute later, and I order another pair of Patron shots, giving one to my bartender. She tells me she loves me, and we pop them back.
I hang out watching sports news on the TV for a while. The little blond girl comes back to see how I'm doing, and I apologize for not doing any dances, telling her that Alice had dibs since she had been after me for weeks. "I get paid tomorrow", I tell her, "so I'm sure I'll see you before next week." She smiles, makes a bit of small talk, then goes off to hustle some young guys who just arrived. I had just seen them order two beers and both get ones from the bartender, without tipping her even the loose change from the beers. Good luck with those guys, I think.
I get into a really good conversation with the bartender, and end up putting back more shots of Patron than normal. She also hooks me up with the leftovers any time she mixes/chills shots for the waitress. So, I'm feeling pretty comfortable. It's time to head home, so I ask for my tab, and am surprised at how low it is. She reminds me that she loves me (Bartender Shit? - BS) and that she'll always take care of me up there. I show the love with a nice 50% tip, collect my plastic, and begin the goodbyes. A couple minutes later, having hugged enough strippers to smell like a vanilla car freshener, I exit the club and head home. I never did meet the new girls, but there's always Friday.
Highlight of the trip: Low bar tab
Decent: Time with Alice
Low point of the trip: My regular
Hope this is alright for a first trip report. I'm trying to find a nice middle ground between being too brief and too detailed.
rippyd
01-31-2008, 12:34 PM
Snappa-
Nice TR debut.
hockeybobby
01-31-2008, 12:59 PM
Quote: Hope this is alright for a first trip report
Snappa: alright? it's decidedly alright! Excellent effort. I think you got all the key details in there too. Thanks.
hb
Snappa
01-31-2008, 04:58 PM
2 days in a row! Not my usual style, but today was payday, so the hell with it. I also had a feeling my soon-to-be-not-so-regular regular0 wasn't working, and wanted the chance to check out some of the new goods. So I find myself heading north in US19 once my afternoon appointment is over. For a change of pace, I decide that instead of my normal business casual work attire, I'll go as Sporty Snappa(TM), and throw on an Adidas shirt and another pair of 'too-big for my getting slimmer body' jeans. Feeling like a different man, I walked into the club and immediately get a wave from K.
K is another friend of my regular, and she's chatted with us at the bar or a table a few times, but never with me alone. She's on the shorter side, with long, straight dirty blond hair and cute, pert, natural breasts. Her lower half is a bit on the chunky side, but she wears that shit WELL. I believe the term is Ba-dunk-a-dunk. But, sadly, she's sitting with a custie, so it's up to the bar for a bottle of water and a shot.
I grab a seat and scan what looks like a pretty good Thursday day-shift crowd. I must not be the only guy getting paid on the last day of the month. Then I realize that the place is really dead, and the one area that looked busy is really just 6 dancers sitting around a table, with no customers in sight. More dancers circle around as I watch, and I quickly realize that they outnumber the customers, maybe two-to-one.
My favorite bartender is working the floor as a waitress, and one of the other bar/wait staff is working the bar. I say hi, but she hasn't warmed to my charm yet the way some of the others have, so I don't get much conversation in return. So, I watch a bit of TV, ever conscious of the sharks swimming down the aisle at my back. Surprisingly, not a single bite. As slow as it is, you'd think the girls would be double and triple checking with guys. I'm wearing enough jewelry to offset the casual dress, and prevent the triggering of any broke-loser radar, but I'm still not getting any attention.
The top earner at the club comes by and says 'Hi', but she's really not my type, and I'm probably not hers, as she has never asked me for a dance the entire time I've known her. We chat a bit, and she asks me where my regular is. I tell her I hadn't talked to her today, and wasn't expecting her to be here. She raises an eyebrow at me, then laughs and winks as she zeros in on her next half-hour hero.
Back to the bar and tv, and I'm beginning to think this trip's going to be a complete waste. Out of the 20ish girls that were there, I only knew or recognized about a half-dozen. According to the manager, a lot of them are new, and a few of the others had switched their shifts. I guess it's been pretty busy there the past few Thursdays and word had gotten around. And honestly, though there were some real hotties among the strangers, none of them really did it for me.
Finally, there's a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see K standing there with a big smile. For the first time, I notice that she's got really pale skin and a light dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She isn't so pale she glows in the blacklight, but it's definitely a nice change from the normal bottle tans and Florida-sun bakes. "What's it been, a week?" she asks as I motion her to sit.
We exchange pleasantries, make a bit of small talk (she's a hockey fan, big plus), and again, I get asked about my regular. At this point, I think I may have spent a bit too much time with one girl, as she's all anyone seems to ask me about. Still, that doesn't explain the lack of hustle in a club full of dancers who don't know me. But K's here now, and all is right in the world. I feel myself slipping quick into silly customer mode, and go with the flow. I'm going to let this girl clean me out for the day, and I'm going to enjoy it.
After I can steer the conversation away from my now-ex-regular, we talk a bit about partying. We were both party kids earlier in life. I'm not surprised, seeing as how well over half the dancers I have known in and outside the clubs all spent time in the Tampa late-night scene back in the 90s. We'd talked about it before when sitting with my reg, so it was an easy common-ground topic.
She tells me she's been meaning to ask me for my number, and thought it would be cool to hang OTC. I smile and cover my face to keep from laughing, I've never spent more than a couple dollars of stage tips on this girl. It's a little early to pull out that level of SS. Still, I give her the number of the rec cell, and am a bit surprised when she whips out her phone and puts it in, then hits send saying 'Now you'll have mine too.' She slips me her 'real' name which sounds more stripperish than her stage name.
I plug the name in with her number and save it. I'm eating it up, and getting in the spirit of things, start injecting a bit of casual CS into the conversation when it's appropriate. I offer her a drink, which turns into a five minute discussion about how she's not much of a drinker, but something like a margarita on ice, salted sounds good. I opt for a shot of Patron, and we both get fresh bottles of water. I completely approve of her choice of drink, it's a tall glass, doesn't cost much more than the normal shooters I'm buying dancers, and isn't beer. I've never been a big fan of beer drinking women. Probably because I'm not a beer drinker myself, and it offends my metrosexual testosterone or something.
Regardless, she finally brings the discussion around to dances, and whether or not I'm shopping today. I tell her I am, and suggest a half-hour to make up for the three weeks I've been waiting to get some time with her. She eats it up, but then gets a sly look in her eye. "I normally get two-hundred for doing VIP." When she sees the look in MY eye, she quickly adds "I'm worth it." and winks.
"Well, I'm not really much of an extras guy", I say, but add "But I'm more than willing to tip if I have a good time." This satisfies her and she goes and pays the DJ the house's cut out of the usual VIP amount I've given her.
We head back and get the best booth for privacy, lovingly referred to as the extras-hut. It's my preferred booth even when I'm not looking for any special mileage, and is the favorite of pretty much every dancer I've been back there with. She wastes no time undressing, and I'm pleased with the result. I comment on a tattoo I hadn't noticed before. She reaches in her purse and pulls out something which she sets on the arm of the chair. It's on the darker side of the room, away from the neon and black-lit hallway, and I have shitty eyes to begin with, so I'm still pondering this when she starts a sensual air dance in front of me.
I quickly forget whatever is on the seat next to me, and watch as she inches back toward me, looking over her shoulder and making good eye contact. She does a neat side-to-side light grind on me, forcing my legs well apart. This is replaced by a standard up and down, which is a lot less light, but nowhere near painful. I'm surprised by my quick response time, and so is she as she reaches between her legs to get a stick check. Satisfied, she turns, reacquiring my stick with her hand, and smiles as she takes the mystery item off the seat with her other hand.
I have time to think, is that plastic I hear ripping, and she loosens other her hand from my pants, and starts undoing my belt. "Condom", she whispers as she leans into my ear, "you ok with that". I manage something between a groan, a moan, and a yes, which she translates correctly.
<continued after the Lightning game - sorry to leave you guys hanging>
hockeybobby
01-31-2008, 05:38 PM
takin' a hockey break is perfectly understandable dude. can't wait to hear the ending of this little story though...
hb
Snappa
01-31-2008, 05:49 PM
<whoops, game's not on until 7:30, looks like I'll finish now>
K wins the fight with my belt, button, and fly, and for the first time in my strip club career, my member catches a glimpse of the great outdoors inside a club. He's quickly covered, and she turns around again, assuming a typical grind pose, but bending a lot further forward. Next thing I know, she leans back, guides me in, and I'm officially an extras-guy. I dwell on this in my head for a couple minutes, then just shrug it off and enjoy the ride.
Usually, I never get fully 'comfortable' in a club, but this is a bit more direct stimulation than I'm used to. I'm really enjoying it, and when she stands up, turns around and drops to her knees for some CBJ action, I actually have to tell her to slow down for a second. She complies, and after a minute, continues. This being my first experience with true pay-to-play, I'm not familiar with the CBJ experience, but I'm thankful for it as she has a truly talented mouth. Without the loss of sensation, it would have been over far too quickly. Still, it isn't long all things considered before I experience another first inside a club.
We've got another few minutes left, so we clean up (she's carrying moist wipes and paper towels in her purse) and enjoy a bit of playful petting as we cool down. I gladly hand over a nice tip, which brings her earnings up to what she had quoted prior to our trip to VIP. A quick wardrobe check for both of us, and we return to the club which has gotten a bit busier in our absence.
We grab a seat at an empty table where we can watch the stage, then take turns using the facilities. More small talk follows, and it's surprisingly free of an SS/CS dynamic, mostly about the dancers on stage or anecdotes shared about dancers we both are friendly with. At one point, I go up and tip one of the girls I know, and as she's taking the tip she tells me "You're always sitting with the hottest girl in the club. You are such a stud". I eat it up.
I walk back to my seat, and turn to K. "She's right, I am sitting with the prettiest girl in the club". K blushes purple in the blacklight, and I grin inwardly. We sit for another hour or so, and even though it's picked up, there are still as many dancers as guys, and she seems content to just chat. We get another pair of water bottles, and the time passes. Eventually, we're both out of things to say, getting bored, and it's time to go. She gives me a sweet kiss goodbye and I pay my tab, giving the not-so-friendly bartender a very friendly tip (hoping it's worth some faster service next time) and then say goodbye to my favorite waitress.
Leaving the club, I reflect on the fact that I am now, apparently, an extras guy. Not sure if this is going to become a regular thing, but it was an unexpected treat today.
<LOL It's now 7:50, thanks to a phone call interrupting my narrative, I've missed the first half of the first period. Snappa off - gotta watch the Bolts lose another one.>
hockeybobby
01-31-2008, 06:05 PM
Ha! My Leafs are just as pathetic as the bolts this year man. Hey thanks for finishing that VERY interesting TR. I wonder if she's spoiled you for good now? or become your new ATF? Yeah, interesting man.
hb
Snappa
02-01-2008, 05:39 AM
We beat Vancouver!!! We never beat Luongo! Happy times.
hockeybobby
02-01-2008, 08:55 AM
We beat Vancouver!!! We never beat Luongo! Happy times.
Leafs lose in OT. Tough times in Leaf Nation lately man.
hb
lestat1
02-02-2008, 01:45 AM
...and in other news, my dirty club got raided, one dancer arrested for prostitution, and the club is now shutdown and the doors padlocked. I had to read the news story myself to believe it.
This leaves one club in the area I enjoy visiting. One club that still offers good dances. Oh yeah, their prices are about to go up. :(
GenWar
02-03-2008, 10:02 AM
^^ Police Statement from the News:
"In those rooms which are legitimately advertisied as a place for lap dances or lingerie shows, there was clear evidence of the fact that the clients most likely engaged in either self-initiated or cooperative sexual relations with persons in the establishment."
This was good for a nice long laugh. Really? ::) "Self-Initiated", you say? :O
Man, I wish I had visited this place before they closed it down. ;D
Another quote from the anchor during the story:
"This isn't (club name)'s only problem...Police discovered approximately 150 obvious code violations within the club."
You didn't EAT anything, did you, `stat? :-\
-gen
lestat1
02-03-2008, 11:30 PM
^^^ Ick, no. They don't serve food anyway. There is more than one reason I always referred to it as the "dirty" club, Gen. *shudder*
Snappa
02-04-2008, 10:13 AM
One short trip report from yesterday.
My buddy, we'll call him JC, and I went by the favorite club for a couple hours before going to a Super Bowl party yesterday. He's separated and in the process of a divorce, and has been living vicariously through my social life and trip reports for the last couple of months. So, I figured it would be a good time to drag him out.
I had had a truly incredible night on Saturday which lasted well into the early morning, so I was going on 2 hours of sleep. Being utterly exhausted, I wasn't looking for much in the way of action. He, on the other hand, was like a kid in a candy store.
We walk in and I take my customary seat at the bar. I introduce him to the Sunday bartender, who's cute as a button and foul-mouthed as a sailor. We do a couple of shots, grab some water, and survey the scene. There's a few girls on the floor sitting with a couple of custies, but on the whole, the place is rather empty. I see a dancer I know, L, and wave. L is good friends with my recent regular, and waves back giving me the 'just a minute' finger.
The little blond girl from one of my previous trip reports (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showpost.php?p=1383488&postcount=3640), K2, walks by then notices me and stops to chat. I introduce her to JC and she sits next to me. L picks this time to detach herself from her custie, and comes over with a hug. She also, gets introduced to JC, and sits on the other side of him. We make some small talk, and I'm reminded that I kind of feel sorry for K2 since she has really poor hustle skills. She's happy though, because she sold her 2nd ever half hour in VIP the day before.
I know from conversations with other girls that she doesn't do extras, and that, combined with a lack of hustle makes her one of the lowest earners at the club. Still, she's a sweet girl, and after the night before, I'm not in any shape for high mileage, so I let her know that I'll do VIP with her after I make sure my wingman is taken care of.
JC and L are hitting it off, and I'm happy for him, because I know she is willing to go that extra mile. I keep waiting for him to close the deal, but he doesn't, and she's called up for her stage. He sits at the bar like a dumbass, so I say "It's customary, if you like the chick you've been talking to, to go up and tip her when she's on stage." He does, and comes back saying he asked her about VIP and she's down.
When she gets off stage, L comes back to us, then notices some other guys she knows and excuses herself "Just for a minute" to talk to them. I decide it's time, and head back to VIP with K2. For all her lack of hustle, she gives a pretty good dance. She spends an hour grinding from every possible direction, and while I don't try to pet the kitty, she is okay with my otherwise-roaming hands. It's enjoyable but not mind-blowing. She's a bit too thin for my taste, though she has spectacular, tiny boobs. We chat about them for a while, and she says she decided not to get augmentation a few weeks back. All the while she keeps up the grind. No air dance here.
Time is up, and I go back to find JC alone at the bar. L is still talking to the two guys, and seems to have forgotten about him. I laugh, because I've seen her pull the same shit at least three other times. K2 comes back and sits with me, and I order her a 'sprite' from the bartender with a wink and a nod. JC and I do another round of shooters, Patriot Lemon Drops, the bartender's favorite. I'm anti-New England, so I feel like a traitor drinking them, but she mixes well, and they are tasty.
JC sees something he likes on stage, and goes up to tip her. I don't recognize her, but she looks agreeable from where I am. Dark hair, thick and toned body, natural boobs and a tight caboose. K2 and I converse about her boyfriend, my previous night, and then L, and her habit of forgetting about customers. She laughs and says she's seen it happen, too. She had asked L about it, and L confessed that she gets attention deficit disorder when she has a couple drinks in her. I laugh and think of all the money this little hottie has lost due to forgetting about customers.
JC comes back, and soon after, his new dancer, J, comes and introduces herself. She wastes no time in dragging him into the back, and I let out a silent cheer. K2 goes in the back to make a call, and I'm left to flirt with the bartender. She points out the new waitress, and proceeds to tell me what she'd like to do to her.
"I'm a nasty girl. I can't tell my boyfriends certain things that I like, because I'm afraid of what they'd think. Her though, if I got her alone, I'd take a big black dildo and jam it in her ass. If she didn't like it, I'd push it in harder and smack her."
My jaw drops. Here is this all-american girl, looking like a college co-ed, and sounding like Max Hardcore. I mention him, and am not surprised to find out that he's her favorite pornographer. We playfully flirt back and forth, talking nasty, and I realize that sometimes, the club can be an outlet of sorts for the people that work there as much as the customers.
JC comes back with J, and is smiling. I get a good look at her, and realize that she is definitely one of the hotter girls I've seen. She says she previously worked as a cage-dancer in some clubs in the city, but this is only her 2nd day stripping. She's only working weekends, has a day-job, and is stripping to pay for her school. I buy the day job and her reason for stripping, but no way is this her second day on the job, unless she's an absolute natural.
Another of the dancers I'm friendly with, B, comes up to chat. She and J had met the day before, and bonded. I let her know that I've already spent my money for the day, but she just laughs and says she'll catch me another time. Still, she sticks around, and her and J give me and JC some nice backrubs. After that, I look at the time, and realize we need to head to the party. We say our goodbyes, and head out.
On the way to the party, I get the goods on J from JC. The mileage was high, but no oral or sex. He laughed as he related that at one point, she turned her ass to him and said "Show me what you got". Not understanding that she meant smack her ass, he whipped it out. She laughed but then complimented him, then spit on her hand and went to work. He says he didn't get a pop, but had a good time regardless. He goes on to tell me how he's glad he didn't have a grand on him, or he'd have spent it all on her. I laugh and tell him he's just found his first ATF.
On the way to the party, I get a text from my new ATF. She overslept and missed work. Considering the night before, I'm not surprised.
lestat1
02-14-2008, 10:43 PM
Valentine's Day '08
Bankroll: $400 + ~$80 singles
My ATF didn't end up working tonight. So I tried out some new talent. The first dancer to stop by was a young, long-haired brunette with beautiful fair skin and a tight body. Cute girl-next-door type. She smelled great, gave a hot, very sensual, affectionate-style lap dance. Perfect! Sold on a couple private dances with Miss Sensual Cutie. She delivered the exact kind of dances I'm looking for, and reminded me of my ATF. After tonight she is my #2 dancer there. Only two songs, so I held off on finishing to continue my stay a little longer, keeping her in mind as a possibility for more this same visit if I don't find anything better.
I learned tonight that scent can be a dealbreaker for me. I'm getting ahead of myself though. So I see exactly my type come out and proceed to sit with some guy for about a half an hour. Fucko. She is like the cutie I described above only blonde, sexier, and with a body and look that puts her perhaps 18-19. :P My inner perv was happy, as was the lonely VDay side of me lamenting never having had the "young love" experience. She was freaking thin and just plain tight. Try to understand, I like a woman to be smaller than me...which means they have to be pretty darn thin and or simply tiny. Otherwise I feel like a wimpy boy being crushed by Xena: Warrior Princess. I ended up having to wait a while for Miss JailBait.
I see another very sexy blonde on stage. I walk up and tip her. Throughout the night I practically stare at her trying to get her attention, but she never comes by or acknowledges my existence. I am absoultely finished with ever buying a blind private dance. I want her to come by and offer me a lap dance so I can see if we have compatible styles. So I didn't bother approaching her, as I don't think I've ever see someone do that unless they want a real dance (private dance). The lap dances are more a part of their standard tip walk. Also, she had the smoking-hotness and stunning raw sexiness that, well, frankly result in very little effort on her part because she's "the hottest dancer in the club." It's not always true, just usually. So I wasn't too optimistic and while I really wanted her to come by and let me have a lap dance, I wasn't going to risk a private dance when all the warning signs were there. Sorry Miss Aloof Hottie, maybe next time.
A nice blonde dancer approaches, she was on stage when I first walked in. Decent but not great sensuality, above average mileage, but lookswise I could do better in the club that night and she merely smelled okay. She wasn't fat, but she was a "big boned" sort of person and unfortunatelt kind fo crushed me giving me the lap dance. All in all nothing much to write about there.
So finally I make eye contact with Miss JailBait. She says something to the fucko, stands up, and walks towards me. Wow, it actually worked making eye contact! Her dance was pretty decent, but a bit light and airy. All in all worth a try, only...she didn't have girly scent. Next to a soft touch, that's my biggest turn on, more so than the visual. She didn't smell bad, just kind of neutral, and like balsam wood. I had to decline. At this point there was still Miss Aloof Hottie, and a few other contenders. If I see her again, I'll definitely try to get another lap to see if she's all girly-smelling that time.
A curvy and delightfully friendly and large-breasted black dancer stopped by from behind. I've spent some time with her on some previous visits, she's always very pleasant and offers up heavy SS compliments. She baked cookies for the customers for Valentine's Day, for those who spent $3 or more. :P Like I needed a cookie in order to want a lap dance. Hers are rather mild, and lake the sensuality I look for. Also, she needs to wash her butt little better. Yeah. I haven't decided on what to do with my two cookies yet. They look tasty, but stories of vigilante justice run amok on the pink side have me worried these may be poisoned. She did say they were for the "customers." Hmm, and not your fellow coworkers?
Next up was a damned sexy, curly-haired brunette who smelled like smoke and sounded like there was a reason she smelled like smoke. She has been dancing a long time; perhaps too long. She didn't look old by any means, but she had the rushed, business-like demeanor of someone very efficient at their job after years of experience. She was busy attending to her money of outfit the entire time we spoke, and never made eye contact. Her lap dance was robotic and without feeling, like a computer ticking through functions step by step in a scripted routine. She ground against my lap too hard as she looked bored. More than bored though; there was almost a look of contempt on her face. There is no way she hasn't done this 10s of thousands of times before. I felt bad for the both of us. I recognized the "I hate my life" look. I politely declined a private dance.
Last up was a tall, thin, sexy black dancer with great hair, but in a ponytail. She was wearing a cute pinkish-orange nightie that seemed holiday-appropriate somehow, and smelled absolutely delicious! Her lap dance was a bit rougher than I'd like, but had some decent sensuality in there. At this point I had given up on Miss Aloof Hottie, I didn't see Miss Sensual Cutie, and I was getting ready to call it a night. So I was sold on two dances! The aforementioned nightie felt so good against her skin I almost asked her to keep it on. She had a nice porgression to her dance set, stripping one piece, dancing until I was good and worked up, stripping some more. Nice alternating. I let myself go and get lost in the experience, but finished about a minute early. Not bad, but she ended up being a bit rough for my tastes.
No ATF, but a fun trip anyway! I've had worse Valentine's Days :)
crizgolfer
02-14-2008, 10:56 PM
Come on Lestat...go for it...eat the cookie...I triple dog dare you!
3-Legged Man
02-15-2008, 05:01 AM
Cute girl-next-door type. She smelled great, gave a hot, very sensual, affectionate-style lap dance. Perfect! Sold on a couple private dances with Miss Sensual Cutie. She delivered the exact kind of dances I'm looking for, and reminded me of my ATF.
Man, I've wasted a lot of time and money looking for just that type. No way would I have not ridden this pony to the finish line! Too bad you missed out on seeing her later.
yoda57us
02-28-2008, 08:39 AM
The set up....
I was at home preparing for my impending visit to my current favorite club to spend an afternoon with my current favorite lady when my cell phone rang...
Hmmm.... caller ID shows that it's Miss A. (no, not the Miss A of eating strawberries and whipped cream out of her cookie fame. This is a much smarter and thankfully more sober Miss A) It's the middle of her shift, what could she want?
Me: Hi there!
Miss A: Whatcha doin?
Now, this is almost always what she says when I pick up the phone and, to be honest, the minute I hear her voice the answer could always be "getting an erection just thinking about you". If I said that though she would think I'm an even bigger perve than she already thinks that I am...
Me: Gettin' ready come see you.
Miss A: Can I ask you a favor?
I've learned, "can you do me a favor" means "can you bring me some junk food?"
Me: LOL, Sure What is it?
Miss A: Can you sneak me in a small bag of Muncho's?
Me: Lol, Muncho's? (that's a new one)
Miss A: Yeah, I'm starving but I don't want to order food because I don't want to spoil my dinner".
Miss A loves to cook, ya' gotta love a girl who doesn't want to spoil her home cooked meal by eating a greasy strip club cheeseburger in the middle of the afternoon
Me: Sure but I'm not gonna be there for over an hour, you gonna last that long?
Miss A: Yeah, I'll be fine, just bring em! We are gonna have to go into a dance booth so I can eat them. I'm not allowed to eat them on the floor or in the dressing room.
By this time I'm laughing my ass off thinking of all the clandestine activities we have pulled-off in dance booths together and now we are plotting a way for her to eat potato chips without getting caught!
Me: Lol, OK, see you in a while.
Miss A: Thank you! (Miss A always says thank you)
I put on my sweat pants and headed out the door....a man on a mission!
to be continued....
yoda57us
02-28-2008, 01:32 PM
An unopened bag of Munchos will not fit into the pocket of the average men's winter jacket. I purchased the requested junk food fix for Miss A but was puzzled as to how I would smuggle it into the club....The Reese's Peanut Butter Cups had been easy, The Baked Cheatos came in a much smaller bag. Even the Dunkin Donuts hot chocolate, smuggled in a 2007 souvenir World Series travel mug had been relatively easy. The Munchos were gonna be tough! I punctured a small whole in the bag to let the air out and reduce the size of the bag. As I was stuffing the bag into my jacket pocket I could hear in my head the voice of Miss A asking me if I had opened the bag to eat some of them...
I arrived at the club and spotted Miss A sitting with a customer. I found my usual seat at a small table in the back of the club vacant. I sat and removed my coat and settled in to watch the show up on stage until Miss A was available. Her typical MO involves fifteen minutes or so of convo before asking a guy if he wants to buy dances so I figured I had some time. This club requires the purchase of a paper wrist band to gain access to the PD area so I bought one when the waitress brought my drink over. This can be a pain since once the girls see you wearing the wrist band they know that you are interested in buying dances. I had three dancers approach me within five minutes of my putting the band on...fortunately the "I'm waiting for Miss A" line worked on all three of them. One actually thanked me for not waisting her time.
Imagine my surprise when Miss A floats over right after rejected lady number three walks away. "I'M so glad your here, that guy was a pain!" We exchange pleasantries and she bitches a little about the guy she had just abandoned. He had broken my cardinal rule by asking Miss A the cutesy question of "what happens" back in the private dance area. Trying to play dumb.
Guys, can we talk here? Have you never been in a strip club before? Do you honestly have NO idea what is going to happen in the PD area? Of course you do or you wouldn't be letting one girl after another sit with you as you search for Miss Extras Girl. The ladies know this, you are fooling one. Miss A's response to the question must have led him to believe that he was not going to get what he was looking for (he wasn't) and he told her that dances were "not his thing". Poor bastard didn't realize the conversation was pretty much over at that point as he tried to engage in some sort of social banter involving politics. My other rule, never talk politics or religion with a total stranger. This guy spent the rest of his visit alone by the way, good news travels fast...
Miss A and I chatted but I could tell she was distracted. "Do you have my chips?" she asked in her oh-so cute half giggle. "Yup" I said. "Let's go!" she said
We headed back to the private booth area. Unfortunately the "Dirty Girl" booth was taken so we headed for the furthest booth back in the corner where she would not be spotted munching on Munchos. I hung up my coat and handed Miss A the bag. She hugged me and thanked me and then as she she began to open the bag she looked up and asked me "Did you already eat some of these?"
More to come...
Golden_Rule
02-28-2008, 05:19 PM
Guys, can we talk here? Have you never been in a strip club before? Do you honestly have NO idea what is going to happen in the PD area? Of course you do or you wouldn't be letting one girl after another sit with you as you search for Miss Extras Girl.
Hmmm.
In all candor I have been in a lot of strip-clubs and I know the range of what happens in the PD room can run from a whole lot of nothing to a whole lot of something. That leaves an awful lot of room in the middle.
I get at least some idea by talking to the gals. Mind you I do it in ways that fit the situation. I don't just come out and say, "Hey Babe, can I get a hand job in the lap dance room?" Still, communication is just that - communication.
I am a traveling man. I'm not a regular in any club. If I'm going to find out something I have to find out that day as I won't be back for weeks, maybe months. So I have learned how to put dancers at ease, gain their trust quickly [not that you could tell it from some of my interactions around here ;D ] and find out what I need to know in short order.
Necessity being the mother of invention, I have also discovered that - at least for me - it is preferable to the longer procedure of getting many lap dances from different dancers over a period of time, becoming at least something resembling a regular during that period, before I can find out what I want to know.
This is all predicated on the notion that dancers and customers are not that different. She wants something. I want something. What ever that something is, and it can change, we both want something. If we can just let our guards down for a moment the person with the something I want is going to find me, just like I am going to find her.
Surprisingly enough, it works more than it misses.
hockeybobby
02-28-2008, 05:20 PM
The set up....
I was at home preparing for my impending visit to my current favorite club to spend an afternoon with my current favorite lady when my cell phone rang...
Hmmm.... caller ID shows that it's Miss A. (no, not the Miss A of eating strawberries and whipped cream out of her cookie fame) It's the middle of her shift, what could she want?
Me: Hi there!
Miss A: Whatcha doin?
(now, this is always what she says when I pick up the phone and, to be honest, the minute I hear her voice the answer could always be "getting an erection just thinking about you")
Me: Gettin' ready come see you.
Miss A: Can I ask you a favor?
(Miss A defines favor as "can you bring me some junk food!")
Me: LOL, Sure What is it?
Miss A: Can you sneak me in a small bag of Muncho's?
Me: Lol, Muncho's? (that's a new one)
Miss A: Yeah, I'm starving but I don't want to order food because I don't want to spoil my dinner".
Me: Sure but I'm not gonna be there for over an hour, you gonna last that long?
Miss A: Yeah, I'll be fine, just bring em! We are gonna have to go into a dance booth so I can eat them. I'm not allowed to eat them on the floor or in the dressing room.
(by this time I'm laughing my ass off thinking of all the clandestine activities we have pulled-off in dance booths together and now we are plotting a way for her to eat potato chips without getting caught!)
Me: Lol, OK, see you in a while.
Miss A: Thank you! (Miss A always says thank you)
I put on my sweat pants and headed out the door....a man on a mission!
to be continued....
Whoa....what a great hustle! This belongs in hustle hut man. I need some munchos...bring them to me and we'll hide out in the VIP so I won't get caught eating them. "the Munchos Gambit" Brilliant. :)
hb
yoda57us
02-28-2008, 08:42 PM
Hmmm.
I all candor I have been in a lot of strip-clubs and I know the range of what happens in the PD room can run from a whole lot of nothing to a whole lot of something. That leaves an awful lot of room in the middle.
I get at least some idea by talking to the gals. Mind you I do it in ways that fit the situation. I don't just come out and say, "Hey Babe, can I get a hand job in the lap dance room?" Still, communication is just that - communication.
I am a traveling man. I'm not a regular in any club. If I'm going to find out something I have to find out that day as I won't be back for weeks, maybe months. So I have learned how to put dancers at ease, gain their trust quickly [not that you could tell it from some of my interactions around here ;D ] and find out what I need to know in short order.
Necessity being the mother of invention, I have also discovered that - at least for me - it is preferable to the longer procedure of getting many lap dances from different dancers over a period of time, becoming at least something resembling a regular during that period, before I can find out what I want to know.
This is all predicated on the notion that dancers and customers at not that different. She want something. I want something. What ever that something is, and it can change, we both want something. If we can just let our guards down for a moment the person with the something I want is going to find me, just like I am going to find her.
Surprisingly enough, it works more than it misses.
GR, I'm just telling a story here...If you want to act like you have no idea that kind of guy I'm talking about exists that's fine, but the conversation and the intent was there in this case. As I said, I'm just telling a story, not writing a manual of how to score in strip clubs...
I'm glad you methods work for you, mine certainly work for me as well...
yoda57us
02-28-2008, 08:47 PM
Whoa....what a great hustle! This belongs in hustle hut man. I need some munchos...bring them to me and we'll hide out in the VIP so I won't get caught eating them. "the Munchos Gambit" Brilliant. :)
hb
Dude WTF are you talking about? I spent a half an hour in the booth with this lady and didn't pay her a dime. She ate food that she isn't allowed to have on the floor. It's a goofy story thats all....Hustle? How is it a hustle? Yeah, she beat me out of a $1.50....damn she's good...
At some point when I get over how annoying you guys are I might finish it...
hockeybobby
02-28-2008, 09:09 PM
Dude WTF are you talking about? I spent a half an hour in the booth with this lady and didn't pay her a dime. She ate food that she isn't allowed to have on the floor. It's a goofy story thats all....Hustle? How is it a hustle? Yeah, she beat me out of a $1.50....damn she's good...
At some point when I get over how annoying you guys are I might finish it...
Aw C'mon Yoda, I've been around here long enough to know you are a savvy guy in a strip club. I wasn't trying to make fun of you, I was trying to make a funny that's all.
I've said it before...I suck at humour. Please continue.
hb
yoda57us
02-29-2008, 06:27 AM
Now where was I....
Miss A can talk...I would say on a scale of one to 10 she is a 12 or 13 in the talking department. What's great about it is that it all makes sense! I figured out a long time ago why, when it comes to clubs and dancers, I prefer days over nights, slow days early in the week over the late-week, post payday madness and older dancers with all of their functioning brain cells. I'll take a cute conversationalist over a DDG self-absorbed goddess any day of the week and twice on a Tuesday afternoon. Miss A is intelligent, quick witted, perpetually cute and at least as much of a smart ass as I am. We are a SCJ/Dancer match made in heaven. It's been years since I had a dancer fav absolutely worth driving an hour to a club to spend time and money on. It feels nice as I sit here at my laptop thinking about it.
My visits with Miss A usually start mid afternoon and twist and turn until we hit the PD booth after her last stage set. I pay her VIP money to spend an hour or so in the private dance area which, i this particular club, is more private than the VIP room....go figure. Our junk food session was off the dance clock though it did cost me the price of a bag of chips. Miss A remained clothed. Now, a pink two piece spandex outfit barely big enough to cover the naughty parts would not fit everyone's definition of "clothed". But in a strip club it's all relative. Admittedly, watching her eat, laugh, look behind her back to make sure no one saw her eating, look back, eat and laugh some more does have it's own special charm.
We finished the Muncho session and went back out to the table figuring that Miss A's stage set was approaching.
Not a bad Tuesday afternoon for gawkers in the club. About twenty dancers and maybe a dozen or so customers. Miss A and I chat as I order her a fresh drink. She has to ask the barmaid to add some soda to the drink twice before it is weak enough for her taste. Quite a rarity, a SC bartender who actually uses liquor in the mixed drinks...
Miss A and I chat on a variety of topics, including politics, but not religion, as I move closer so as to avoid others over hearing our conversation...also because Miss A is DAMN cute. Trust me, if you saw her you would want to sit closer too. Miss A is in her mid 30's with a petite little frame that seems to defy age. I've been watching her dance in a variety of clubs for many years but we never really made a connection until a couple of years ago when she began working in a club I used to frequent in Providence. We hit it off immediately and I have been a regular ever since. We often talk about how different clubs are now compared to fifteen years ago when she started. In many ways contact and lap dances have changed everything. Sometimes for the better, but not always. As far as I know, Miss A never worked in a pure drink hustle club but her conversational skills are worthy of any of my old favs back in the Combat Zone clubs in the 80's who would enthrall me with their wit while waitresses kept arriving with freshly watered-down champagne cocktails at $25 a pop. When Miss A goes up on stage I take a seat at the tip rail and our conversation continues right along as if we are still at the table (the stage-side seating is pretty much empty) Just for the record, I can talk a lot too!
We return to our seats and Miss A excuses herself to go freshen up before we head off to the PD booth for the "money dances". So there I am, sitting alone with my wrist band target visible, doing my best "don't approach me" blank stare at the stage hoping that no one will hit on me while Miss A is in the dressing room.
There are lots of new girls today and that always makes it tough on a guy who likes slow afternoons. I fully expect to be asked for dances but I dread the younger gals who have not yet learned that rejection is a big part of the job. I see a potential problem as a lady I will refer to as Miss M sits down next to me and starts her pitch just as the waitress is coming over to ask if I want another drink. Wishing to avoid the potential awkwardness of refusing to buy Miss M a drink when I plan on rejecting her in just a minute or two anyway I blurt out that I am waiting for "another dancer" a bit more rudely than I normally would. "It's OK sweetie, no problem, you have a great afternoon" Nice girl, well handled. I will seek her out someday if Miss A is tied up in Champagne and I am in an experimental mood. Some guys have height, weight, hair color or breast size requirements. If you lined up every dancer that I have ever PL'd over side by side you would quickly realize that there are no common physical attributes among them. They are all just nice...
One more installment to follow, pretty much at this same snails-pace....
Katrine
02-29-2008, 10:31 AM
At some point when I get over how annoying you guys are I might finish it...
Will you marry me? I accept Cool Ranch Doritos in lieu of an engagement ring. :P
yoda57us
02-29-2008, 01:53 PM
Will you marry me? I accept Cool Ranch Doritos in lieu of an engagement ring. :P
You know Kat, is IS leap day. Theoretically I have to say yes! Unfortunately, hard as I try, the other Mrs. Yoda refuses to leave me....how important is monogamy to you?
Have to finish the TR later. Somethin' just popped up WooHoo!
Katrine
02-29-2008, 03:37 PM
You know Kat, is IS leap day. Theoretically I have to say yes! Unfortunately, hard as I try, the other Mrs. Yoda refuses to leave me....how important is monogamy to you?
As long as I get to fuck other chicks, I'm down!
Golden_Rule
02-29-2008, 07:08 PM
GR, I'm just telling a story here...If you want to act like you have no idea that kind of guy I'm talking about exists that's fine, but the conversation and the intent was there in this case. As I said, I'm just telling a story, not writing a manual of how to score in strip clubs...
I'm glad you methods work for you, mine certainly work for me as well...
I did wonder why you thought a seasoned guy can know what is going on in any particular clubs LDR/VIP when just walking in the door, which it seemed you were suggesting. This due to the vast range of things that might occur in such places, and circumstances.
As to the rest, that's certainly cool and if it looked like I meant otherwise I'm sorry.
I was just suggesting there are many ways to skin a cat.
yoda57us
02-29-2008, 08:21 PM
As long as I get to fuck other chicks, I'm down!
As long as I get to watch I think we can make this work!