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Chili Palmer
02-29-2008, 11:36 PM
A brief TR, at least by my standards.
I was conducting a trainig class all this week, and my office apparently wanted me to visit my favorite club here in Phoenix, as the hotel we used for the training was just down the street from it.
I stopped by the club earlier in the week and found that a new VIP was being built in an area that I considered wasted space anyway, so that was good news. When I returned this afternoon, the VIP had just opened last night, and the girls seemed excited about it. Apparently, the setup in the new area is this: Customer pays $100 for 3 laps, with dancer kicking back $40 of that to the house. Here's the kicker: these are semi-private VIP rooms, with walls and such keeping out any prying eyes (unlike the existing VIP area, where anyone else in the area can spy on your laps). Hmmm.
Anyway, I sit down and within five minutes, one of my VIP stand-bys, tatted big boobed brunette moseys over and sits on my lap. We begin to chat, but as are talking--BAM!--an unbelievable gorgeous brunette in fishnets and not much else stops by the table next to me. For a jaded PL like me, it's rare for me to actually feel my heart race as I look at her. I feel like Michael Corleone when he first spots Appolonia walking with her family in the hills of Italy. She's a "4" on Chili's 1-4 point Stripper Index, and I throw around 4's in the same way Mike Ditka used to describe his old boss George Halas ("He throws around nickels like they were manhole covers). I can't even remember the last time I graded a dancer out as a "4", but this girl, even before I lap, I know is one.
But, I already have a dancer on my lap, and one who is a damn good VIP provider to boot. We go off to VIP, and in between the feeding, stroking and groping, I'm actually looking out onto the floor to try and keep track of my gal. We end up doing 4 VIPs (instead of our usual five), and I practically run back to floor. She's nowhere to be found. Fuck me up the goat ass. A few minutes, she comes out of the back, stops by Fucko #1 at the bar. Finally, she's released and Bar Fucko #2 stops her. I am more agitated than a misfiring Maytag right about now, but she finally escapes his grasp and spots me waving my semaphore flags (gotta be prepared) and walks over to me.
In my lap, she's even more spectacular. Olive skin, perfect complexion, beautiful face, 50,000 watt smile, and some perfect teardrop D-cup fakies that appear real (but I know better). She chats with me, and finally I actually ask her to dance, not vice-versa. She starts, and even her topless dance makes me want to blow a gasket. After two songs, the fucken DJ calls her to the stage. I tell her when she finishes we are going to VIP and she smiles. She also does something else: never even thinks about asking me to pay for the first two dances, which I always appreciate.
She finishes, comes down from the stage, and we head off to the VIP area hand-in-hand. How I lasted 11 songs with her, I'll never know. She really knows her reverse CG grind, and just about every other position, too. Just the right touch, in just the right spots. She likes to adjust me so that I am hitting certain sensitive areas on her body, and then she'll flash me her her perfect shaved kitty and show me how much she enjoyed that activity. The only problem with her reverse CG is that I don't get to see her face, she's that pretty.
Finally, after we stop, we chat some more. I'll just say this: Ukrainian girls absolutely rock! You know that thread awhile back that absolutely spun out of control about how American girls suck in comparison to girls from Eastern Europe and South America? This girl is Exhibit A in favor of that argument. Killer body, perfect face, great moves, and absolutely no sense of entitlement (or shame, for that matter). She got called to the stage again, I paid her (she never counted it, just put the cash into her roll) and we set a time for meeting again (at the club, sadly).
On the drive home, as crappy as it was at 4:30 on a Friday, I had a smile on face all the way. Stay tuned.
CP
yoda57us
03-01-2008, 07:15 AM
Geez.....is there a point in here somewhere???
“Naughty but nice” is the phrase that a house mother I know uses to describe the most successful dancers she has known. I'd have to say that sums it up rather well for me. Though I may have some general preferences in the looks department I always choose personality and a high fun quotient over "hottest" or "dirtiest".
I live 45 minutes from Providence, New England strip clubs extras Mecca. If I want a hand job or a blow job in a cramped private dance booth while the dancer looks back over her shoulder for the bouncer I know where to go to get it. I've been there and done that. I don't need to do it again.
I've never been shy about admitting that I see escorts. I'd rather pay for sex from women who actually want to do it and are good at it. I LIKE big comfortable beds and taking my time. I can't see wasting a lot of time and energy trying to convince a dancer to do something that is out of her comfort zone. Yeah, if it's slow and the rent's due some girls will put out against their better judgment but it's certainly not done with any sort of great conviction....and I'm too old and fat to enjoy any position that involves a chair...Besides, bad moods and negotiation anxiety don't make for a good time in the dance booth.
After one more round of wise-cracking and stage-side boobie-blasts during Miss A's last set on stage we head back to the private dance area. I love the set up at this club. The wrist band is a bit of pain in the neck but the flat-fee access system to the PD area makes a lot more sense to me than when clubs try to collect a per-dance fee. Miss A and I have been doing this whole " I spend money, you get naked and tease the hell out of me" thing through three different clubs now and neither of us bothers to keep track of the dance count anymore. She knows how much I am going to pay for our time in the booth and I pretty much leave it up to her to decide when she’s had enough of me! I never feel cheated and, since she doesn’t run and hide when I come into the club, I’m assuming that she is happy with the current system as well.
Life is good in one of the club’s “Dirty Girl Booths”. We talk, we laugh, we tickle…Back rubs, neck rubs, foot rubs, heck, just a general variety of good rubbing interspersed with more conversation which is in turn interspersed with some down-right giggling! The playful tease goes on as we critique the DJ’s song selection and have a good laugh about the possible repercussions of choosing the “Dirty Girl Booth”. Funny, a lot of clubs have a Dirty Girl Booth or two, I never hear anyone mention the “Boring Air Dance Booth”.
Miss A and I both always seem to realize telepathically when it’s time to finish up. There are long drives home ahead for both of us, pets to be fed and hey, American Idol starts at 8! We hug and say our good-bye. I always thank her for a great time but it’s never really just for the dances. I can’t think of a better way to spend a few hours on a day off than in the company of a beautiful woman with a great sense of humor…a great sense of fun. My last true ATF retired four, almost five years ago. Though I have found plenty of beautiful and naughty ladies to fill my dance card over the years I was really missing that one special gal that could lure me back into PL strip club nirvana again.
There is no formula for clicking with a lady. Be it inside a strip club or out personalities are a very complicated thing. The money and the naked factor in a club can both simplify and complicate the dynamic even further. One thing I learned many years ago, yeah, the first time I entered the PL zone, is that when you really click with a lady you know it right away.
As I was driving home from my visit I remembered a drive home a couple of years ago. It was the afternoon that I met Miss A. As I drove home that afternoon I remember finding myself planing my next visit to her club-something I hadn't felt the urge to do in quite a while. As is my tradition, I knew before I got out of the parking lot that afternoon that I was hooked!
Ah well, once a PL, always a PL...Damn, how did she get that empty Munchos bag back into my coat pocket...
Moneywise
03-01-2008, 07:15 AM
I'll just say this: Ukrainian girls absolutely rock!
One word. Kat. Yep! Nice TR. :P
Moneywise
03-01-2008, 07:25 AM
The wrist band is a bit of pain in the neck
I feel ya Yoda. As time has passed new guys have taken up the mighty post of guarding the door. One particular door guy at YOSG is very cool and we often end up striking up conversation with each other during my visits. No wrist band applied. The other guy is a total asshat that I wouldn't mind accidentally running into in a dark alley. Nowadays, if I happen to roll through while he's working I just hand him 5 bones, accept the wristband, and stroll away never saying a word. One guys gets the $5 entry fee while the other always gets $10 from me. It's all about the way you treat the custy. I normally just rip the wristband off when I get to the bar and dare him to come say something to me. He hasn't yet... If I leave and try to re-enter (which I never do) then his opportunity to flex his gate keeping muscles would be realized.
Ah well, once a PL, always a PL...
It's so much fun though. }:D Nice TR as well. Thanks.
hockeybobby
03-01-2008, 08:29 AM
Thanks for the TRs Chili and Yoda. Both excellent reads.
hb
yoda57us
03-01-2008, 01:06 PM
Thanks HB and MW!
Katrine
03-01-2008, 02:17 PM
I'll just say this: Ukrainian girls absolutely rock!
Hells yeah we do! ;)
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobodyI’ve got some money cause I just got paid...Off to the Strip Club for some honeyI wait in line, drunk boys arguing over the $20 cover. Eventually I pass over my last VIP pass and a ten spot, in to the club. Its packed, no seating room,
ItalianShowGirl (ISG)is on stage, I lean against a likely wall and watch her finish her set. A deeply tanned brunette, she works the pole and the audience masterfully. The DJ, announces the back stage is now open, I head back to get seat. The VIP LD booths are visible when the back stage is open, so I get to watch the mileage girls move to the darker front room booths. Waitresses are non existent in the back, and the girls don't hustle you for dances either, really its just an overflow area. Such a waste.
A couple of sets in, still no drink, and no wanna dance girls, DeadRingerformyEx (DR4MX) hits the stage, I move to the tip row taking out a few ones. She smiles and rolls her eyes at having to dance to the front stage girls music. DR4MX, brunette, pale, moves in a sultry smooth way, just like the ex, she whispers in my ear as she rubs her bare breasts on my face, I place the singles in her thong, she smells nice, my mood is headed positive. I move back to my seat, and another couple sets, until BrazilianFloorDancer hits the stage.
I am here to see her, she sweeps me away to somewhere else during the LDs, and has a great stage show. She smiles at me as I move to the tip row taking out a few singles. BFD is having trouble dancing to the hip-hop music the front stage dancer has playing, she looks at me pointing up and shakes her head, I shrug. As her set is ending, she climbs into my lap and gives me a short slow sultry grind, ignoring my singles and kisses me lightly. I am in heaven, she heads away, my singles ignored, I toss them out onto the stage, and head back to my seat.
The DJ announces a shower show, which means seating will be available up front. I grab my stuff and slowly head thru the crowd to get front room seating. My favorite spot is open, so I set up, getting comfortable. PersistantExFav comes up and cuddles up to me. She tells me all the latest gossip and gets upset when I don't want a dance. PEF turns on the charm, goes back to cuddling and then apologizes for having to go back to work. BFD has been watching us from across the room and heads over once I am unoccupied. BFD cuddles in shyly, and we talk quietly, over simple things and then head for a front booth.
She wants to wait for different music so she cuddles up against me, my hands lightly glide over her, she trembles lightly where I touch and she nuzzles my neck. The song changes and she starts dancing. Its a slow sensual intimate dance, constant two way contact, occasional grinding, and gradual drift from gentle to forceful two-way interaction. Several songs go by, I can't keep track, a house dance is called so we wrap up, we agree to continue later.
My seat is gone so I find a poor substitute. EurAsianPunkArt dancer is determinedly making her way thru the crowd to me, she was hovering earlier when BFD had come by and seems like she really wants to talk. EAPA cuddles up and launches into her latest drama, she relaxes after a bit and heads back to work.
The DJ announces ISG will be on the back stage so I head back, the room is packed now, I add a chair to the tip row and get out a few singles. ISG smiles and slyly winks at me as she takes the stage. The guys are hooting and hollering, and she's really getting into her stage. She comes to me pushing me back in my chair, and places one of my singles in my mouth. She grabs my legs, places her head on the chair between my legs, inverts, her back against my chest, her legs up in the air, her vag right in my face. She closes her legs, taking the single from my mouth and rolls back to her feet. She rolls her head around in my lap a bit and then stands to thunderous applause and singles tossed from all around the stage. Her set finishes and head back to the front.
BFD hits the front stage as I am finding a seat, I head to the tip row instead, getting out singles. DJ plays something stupid not her music and she is struggling again. She works the tip row and when the second song comes on its her music, she settles down, and heads to me. Once again she climbs into my lap, nuzzling and caressing me. Again she ignores my singles and I toss them onto stage after she moves away. I am motivated for our next session, hopefully it will be soon.
I find a new seat and now the wait staff discovers me. Content and expectant I sip my drink happy and distracted. TallBlackSexyLegs Dancer settles in beside me, she's having a bad night and needs reassurance. We talk for awhile, she is feeling better, and is called to the back stage. I follow her back, and proceed to hoot, holler and tip her throughout her stage. She showers me with attention, including a face full of bare breasts several times.
I head back up front looking for BFD, but she isn't visible. I hope she is just LDing, and not in CR, I take a seat. A new girl cuddles up beside me, its TinyAsianDancer PEF had been talking about earlier. TAD is so tiny... my curiosity is peaked, we go off for a dance. We head in back, where we will be clearly visible, so I am a little shy. She is aggressive, and I am strangely aroused at how one of her cheeks fits so nicely into the palm of my hand. I end after one dance, I am feeling to creepy, she is to tiny. Good two way contact, shifting, offered feeding, solid grind, enthusiastic, but the whole creepiness thing is to much.
I take a seat out front, BFD is still nowhere to be seen, she must be in CR. I leave after a few sets.
Chili Palmer
03-02-2008, 08:06 PM
Nice opening post, Liar.
One request, please: Paragraphs make the reports so much easier to read. Thank you.
CP
Jay Zeno
03-03-2008, 07:25 AM
We're all about customer service here in Blue.
Take no offense, Mr. L. It's not the first time a posting's had paragraphing added - won't be the last.
yoda57us
03-03-2008, 10:37 AM
Thanks Jay, I wasn't gonna read it until you I saw your edit!
Nice TR Liar, I am a long time Brazilian girl junkie...seduction is an art form for them....
Snappa
03-03-2008, 11:03 AM
I read it before the formatting. Nice TR for a first post. Especially like the descriptive dancer pseudonyms/abbreviations. Made it very easy to follow who was who through the course of the report.
SportsWriter2
03-03-2008, 06:49 PM
She is aggressive, and I am strangely aroused at how one of her cheeks fits so nicely into the palm of my hand.
Find her again, palm both cheeks, and lift her up by her butt alone. It's a basketball player's fantasy. :)
Golden_Rule
03-04-2008, 03:08 AM
I was bumping around outside of Philly last fall. Passing through the Bristol area I decided to stop at a place I've been any number of times before.
I'm not judging it. I like all kinds of places and all kinds of people. I will say I have heard it described as seedy. I'll say that it is decidely blue collar and down to earth. Truck drivers, bikers, and dancers who are on the second phase of their strip-club careers.
I had a bit of trouble finding a parking space because the place is busy, the lot is small, and there is a small mobile home taking up two spots. I don't have a regular place but I pass by here often enough to know that's a bit irregular. I manage to wedge my car into it a space near it and head inside for a Coor's. On the way in I take note of the Ohio plates on back of the vehicle as I pass it heading for the front door.
I pick a seat on the far side of the place, opposite the LD booths. Its early evening and the shifts are changing. The night gals are fresh, the day gals ready to get the hell out of there and either head home or off to a second gig near by.
I yak with the bartender. She hasn't seen me in a few weeks but she remembers me well enough and plops a Coor's down in front of me without having to ask what my preference was. She's been doing fine. Kids are good. Husband is still an ass.
As we talk the Russian who is dancing comes by a few times and I politely hand her a dollar as she does. She attempts small talk but moves on quickly enough.
The bartender has to go about her business so I sit back and take in the passion play as it unfolds in front of me. A couple of truck drivers and some neighborhood types. A few factory guys finished with their shift stopping in for tits and beer before they head home to the Little Lady. There is a rain coat type off at the other end near the lap dance booths. Looks like a really sad case that would be more at home at the old Show World across from the P.A. in NYC than in here, the dancers and myself.
Its been a few minutes observing this blending and interaction of souls when out of the LD booths appears a customer and a dancer I hadn't seen when I came in. The guy I barely noted, but the dancer is a raven haired thirty something with what appears to be a wonderful form walking away from the booths in a flowing, very natural, owns the space she's in, gait. Big smile on her face. She must have made some bank. She goes into the ladies’ room for a moment. I figure that's always a good sign. If you and the dancer don't need to freshen up a bit after a lap dance how good could it have been.
She comes out of the privy looking even the better for it and steps behind the bar and begins her set. She steps in front of me and fixes me with a pair of dark brown eyes that have a spark of life in them that lifts this dreary place into a whole other level. She moves smoothly, comes near the bar and I take her hand, shake it, and give her my name. She tells me hers. I invite her to come around after her set and have a drink. She accepts.
She comes over when her set is finished and asks if she can have a bottled water. Hmmm. Not drinking. Well, OK. The bartender gets her a bottled water. We make small talk. I get her talking about herself a bit. Apparently she is from Ohio. I tell her I noticed a RV outside with Ohio plates. She shrugs her shoulders as if to say, “Damned if know”, while tensing up a bit like I hit upon something personal. Ok, must be hers. I move the subject matter back to something comfortable. She relaxes. We laugh a bit. It feels natural, the way a convo ought to. Eventually she sighs and tells me she has to go talk to someone else and make some money before her last set. I never mention LD’s, though this is the only dancer in the place I’d have had one with this day. She never mentions them either. I bid her and her water ado and tell her I enjoyed our little chat. She moves off to make some money.
I finish my beer and consider leaving but two things happen that make me decide to stay. First is an interesting dynamic unfolding at the other end of the bar. Two guys who obviously know each other are starting to get a little loud. No one else seems to notice yet. I can’t tell if they are just goofing around or about to pop each other in the mouth. It is silly, bordering on inane, but it has potential entertainment value. The second is Ms. Raven Hair is back on the small stage doing her last set and she is moving like a snake.
No exaggerated sexuality but incredibly sensual in the continuous flow of her movement. She is very graceful. The way she is moving, not the moves in and of themselves, are very erotic. She could have danced this set in a PG-13 movie and every guy in the audience would have taken notice below the waist. That sort of dancing.
Dancers are still coming in for the night shift. I’m working on my second beer. Ms. RH is finishing up her set and will undoubtedly be heading off. I am, again, debating moving on myself. Something indefinable keeps me in my seat. I find myself to be glad of it when I note the raven haired one, now in jeans, black tee and sneaks, dance bag over her shoulder, having finished talking to the bar maid, cashing back singles and probably making or establishing her next date, walk past the exit and right to the back where I am sitting.
She plops down in the chair next to me, tells me she is off the clock and wants a beer. Would a gentleman be so kind as to purchase one for her? Like I’m going to say anything other then, “Sure thing.” She orders a Coor’s Light. I motion for the bartender to take it out of my cash on the bar. She says that she never drinks while she is working. She doesn’t like to get a buzz going when she has to make decisions about behavior in the LD room and keep her guard up. She tells me she is visiting friends near New Hope. I mention that I love that town and tell her about a few funky shops there she might like to check out. She is comfortable enough now to open up some. She tells me she is a nurse but dances to make extra cash. I tell her about my former gig. She says she figured it was something like that. I have that “look”. We wind up staying right there at the bar for about three hours, talking and chuckling. At the end she is laid back in the stool, legs up across my lap and we’re making comments about life, people in general, the nature of our jobs, all while knocking back a small handful of brews and somewhere along the line a couple of Jack Daniels along the way.
It is getting close to to 10 o’clock now. I’m just starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and know that means it is time to stop. I suggest that maybe we adjourn to a local diner and get something to eat and some coffee before either of us drive anywhere. She says she’s not driving any where. She’s got permission to stay in the lot over night and leave in the morning when she drives the last hour or so up to her friends place. I tell her that I need to eat. She says she has something in the RV I can nibble on if I feel so inclined.
God ,I love nurses and I love dancers. A nurse/dancer is just what the doctor ordered for this dumb, look what I have stepped in now, soul.
We have one more and head to the RV. The rest of the night we are having a high ol’ time. People coming and going all about us until bar closing. We have a laugh wondering if the voices in the night know what is happening mere feet away from them.
The morning comes and we both go our separate ways. I have a number, which I’ve used to say hello once or twice since then. Find out how she is doing. I hope she comes by this way to visit her friends at some point. I always keep my expectations low and don’t expect lightening to strike twice but it would be nice to see her again. :)
hockeybobby
03-04-2008, 06:38 AM
Nice TR GR. Ya gotta appreciate the RV right outside, just for the sheer convenience.
hb
Jenny
03-04-2008, 07:35 AM
She comes over when her set is finished and asks if she can have a bottled water. Hmmm. Not drinking. Well, OK. The bartender gets her a bottled water. We make small talk. I get her talking about herself a bit. Apparently she is from Ohio. I tell her I noticed a RV outside with Ohio plates. She shrugs her shoulders as if to say, “Damned if know”, while tensing up a bit like I hit upon something personal. Ok, must be hers. I move the subject matter back to something comfortable. She relaxes. We laugh a bit. It feels natural, the way a convo ought to. Eventually she sighs and tells me she has to go talk to someone else and make some money before her last set. I never mention LD’s, though this is the only dancer in the place I’d have had one with this day. She never mentions them either. I bid her and her water ado and tell her I enjoyed our little chat. She moves off to make some money.
So you asked a girl to join you and then didn't buy a dance.
SportsWriter2
03-04-2008, 08:20 AM
God, I love nurses and I love dancers. A nurse/dancer is just what the doctor ordered for this dumb, look what I have stepped in now, soul.
Amen. It's fun being easy. :)
So you asked a girl to join you and then didn't buy a dance.
Yeah, but he bought her a beer off the clock. That's real. :)
Jay Zeno
03-04-2008, 10:16 AM
If the meeting went short, then it was Smoothie's day at the club. The meeting went short and finished before lunch. Things were working out.
Off to the club. New door girl who didn't know me, which was a mixture of disappointing and refreshing. Into the club, and Smoothie had her back to the crowd, being fuckoed for her usual price - a drink. I ordered lunch and started the regular pilgrimage to the stage to contribute to the rotating talent.
After a while, as I was starting on my meal, Smoothie actually swiveled her head to check out the crowd, saw me, showed me her dazzling pearlies, and just a bit later, as I was halfway done with my meal, she perched at the table. So she was following the money (me), and I surmised that the lack of earnings she complained of before was driving her learning curve.
She was never much of a chatterer, and we engaged in low, pleasant conversation before she was called to the stage. She's very pretty, the prettiest girl in the place that day, and I finished eating, went to the stage, dredged up the ones, and asked her early on for dance time when she was done. Then I had the distinct pleasure of watching the stage fill up and seeing her decline the other guys. Sometimes it's good to get in the bid early.
After her set and a brief conversation, it was off to Lap Central. More physical than before, with more growling on her part, thumping and bashing, but in other areas, more restraint. It was fun. Not as fun as the eternal sunshine mood of the last, but pretty damn fun. We hit the end of my time and budget, and I paid and tipped her, and she glowed.
Back to a table, and she decided to sit and chat with me. Did I say she didn't chatter? Somewhere in Lap Central, she'd gotten her "On" button pushed. She looked at me with her dark, compelling eyes, opened her exquisitely formed mouth, and the torrent began.
She rattled on about how cool she was, what she liked about my performance in Lap Central, what she didn't like about it (which was confusing, because what she didn't like was what she'd encouraged previously), how smart she was, smarter than the others, about her new boyfriend problems, how strong and dominating she was, punctuated with little odd voice tonals that were meant to be funny but got pretty old the 20th time I heard them. On and on she went, until the part of my psyche that clings to the idea of romance in the strip club was overwhelmed and left whimpering and pleading for euthanasia.
Then her set was called again. I told her I had to leave, and she hugged me good-bye enthusiastically. I hugged back. She gave me her gigawatt grin, but it failed to light up the inner PL. She hit the stage, I hit the road. Suddenly, it felt good to be alone.
rippyd
03-04-2008, 11:54 AM
JZ,
Another solid TR.
One of the constant hazards of the SC scene is the ever-present possibility of fantasy and reality colliding into one another.
hockeybobby
03-04-2008, 12:27 PM
Nice one JZ. I prefer lunch time trips to the SC. It's friendly, uncrowded, and unhurried. I'm lucky they have great food where I go. Or they're lucky, I'm not sure which.
hb
Jenny
03-04-2008, 12:51 PM
Sometimes you really have to instruct customers on how cool you are, Jay. Otherwise, how will they know?
Jay Zeno
03-04-2008, 05:12 PM
Sometimes you really have to instruct customers on how cool you are, Jay. Otherwise, how will they know?I see what you're saying, Jenny. But I try to be a generous man. I cannot hog the joy of that discovery all for myself. I must let other guys have their turn.
JoeUnCool
03-05-2008, 06:57 PM
Outstanding thread. I will begin sharing each trip's report here. Hopefully, it will keep me on my toes.
Outstanding thread. I will begin sharing each trip's report here. Hopefully, it will keep me on my toes.
Joe, this is our most popular Blue thread. Us boys, by nature, live vicariously }:D
Looking forward to your TR's, sir.
FBR
SportsWriter2
03-05-2008, 09:40 PM
Jay I enjoy all your reports but especially those where after you leave you are wondering if the ghost of Rod Serling was the door guy :)
Rod who? Damn, you guys are wicked old. :-\
Rod who? Damn, you guys are wicked old. :-\
Hahaha
I fart in your general direction, sporty. I don't think you are all that much younger than us.
FBR
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 11:52 AM
So you asked a girl to join you and then didn't buy a dance.
How was it that I knew that if you had anything to say about my TR it would be the above. :) [he said in a playful voice]
The serious response to your statement [no question mark so I assume it is a statement, not a question] is that, for what ever reason, it didn't feel right to ask her. I trust my gut on such things.
If she had asked me if I wanted a dance I would probably have said yes. I know I wanted one from her. The thing of it is though, and I'd like you to consider this with an open mind: How likely would it have been that things unfolded as they did thereafter if I had asked her for a dance when she first sat down?
I know it is impossible to know for sure, but my best guess is that it would likely have played out far differently.
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 12:01 PM
JZ,
Another solid TR.
One of the constant hazards of the SC scene is the ever-present possibility of fantasy and reality colliding into one another.
That is curious, because it is precisely those moments that I generally find most amusing. Even if the joke is sometimes on me.
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 12:09 PM
Whoa, when they start to rattle on, you have to steer the convo to four subjects: 1) what she liked about your performance, 2) what she would change, 3) what she would like that you didn't do, and 4) what combinations she'd like most.
Name the thing (hair pulling or whatever) and ask her to rate it 6-10. Then you rate it. If it doesn't get a combined 16, find something better. Under 3), you can ask, "What do you like that you're afraid to tell your BF?" Sometimes the answers will scare you. :-\
I will discuss a potential lap dance BEFORE we hit the LDR/VIP so that I know the dancer and I are on the same page and I might even talk about it while it is going on. If we talk afterward, unless she brings up the subject, what went on during our time in the LDR/VIP is never going to get mentioned. That's just me though.
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 12:16 PM
Did you ever notice that for a certain type of strip-club customer going to strip-clubs is very much like golf in that golf is the kind of game where you make so many bad shots and you grumble to yourself about it, assuring yourself that it is a dumb game and you'll never play again, but sometime during the course of play there is always that one shot made that goes exactly as you wanted it that brings you back to the course for the next round?
hockeybobby
03-06-2008, 12:27 PM
I will discuss a potential lap dance BEFORE we hit the LDR/VIP so that I know the dancer and I are on the same page and I might even talk about it while it is going on. If we talk afterward, unless she brings up the subject, what went on during our time in the LDR/VIP is never going to get mentioned. That's just me though.
To each his own eh? I've never discussed a LD prior to having one. I want whatever she feels like doing. They are all different, and I like the variety. I'm never disappointed...I don't really have any objectives going in.
hb
Jenny
03-06-2008, 01:10 PM
How was it that I knew that if you had anything to say about my TR it would be the above. :) [he said in a playful voice]
Because you've read stripperweb?
The serious response to your statement [no question mark so I assume it is a statement, not a question] is that, for what ever reason, it didn't feel right to ask her. I trust my gut on such things. Ahh. You had a feeling. Dear Penthouse. I never thought this would happen to a guy like me... and then the random stripper fucked me in her trailer until morning.
If she had asked me if I wanted a dance I would probably have said yes. I know I wanted one from her. The thing of it is though, and I'd like you to consider this with an open mind: How likely would it have been that things unfolded as they did thereafter if I had asked her for a dance when she first sat down?
Well - no offence, GR - but.... I mean I know (a) the kind of customer that strippers tend to sleep with and (b) the kind of stripper who is prone to getting off work and hanging around the bar with a customer who wasted her time in order to score free drinks. Call me a cynic if I view your story through a wishful thinking filter.
I know it is impossible to know for sure, but my best guess is that it would likely have played out far differently.Oh super. You're one of those guys who is convinced that going into a strip club and not spending money is like a sound dating technique. Well - personally, I've never heard a girl in the dressing room say "Wow - that guy was so hot. If only he had just refused to buy a dance from me, I would do him right in the parking lot."
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 01:57 PM
Quite some time ago, in fact so long ago now that I forget precisely how long ago it was, there was a little watering hole out in Bucks County, PA that I use to frequent. It was bikini go-go. Very local. The gals who danced there were all local as well. Bucks was mostly farm communities back then. In fact, even now a lot of it is. I lived and worked in and around NYC and Philly, but I so enjoyed driving out into this neck of the woods that I was there often and was something of a regular in this place.
Now it should be mentioned that this place had a very bawdy reputation among the indigenous population. Aside from the occasional "call out the local volunteer firemen to hose them down" knuckle busters it was rumored that certain of the female entertainers could, if they were of a mind and ruminated properly, be quite accommodating. The night in question was a Tuesday evening, rather late, and the place was totally dead. Just a couple of plow jockeys at a table near the front door drinking Buds, two dancers, the owner/bartender and myself.
The owner, the dancers, and myself were at the end of the rectangular bar, in the corner furthest from the other two. The dancers, on either side of myself, sitting on stools at the rail and the owner leaning across the bar near us. We all knew each other casually so the talk was about local goings on, etc. We had been, the four of us, gabbing in that corner for near an hour. Neither dancer is doing sets. No one is complaining that no one is doing sets.
The convo is half serious, half silly, in alternating blocks. Out of nowhere one of the dancers, the one on my left, starts talking about her boyfriend's enjoyment of handjobs and how he says hers are the best ever. Well, this causes the dancer on my right to state that while the other's boyfriend is entitled to her opinion she is quite certain hers is the better hand job. She says this in a very matter of fact, every one knows that, way. They begin to get into something of a heated debate about this. The owner just roles his eyes and walks away at this point to see if the John Deere operators want another round.
I'm sitting there, still between the two, wondering if I should get out of the way in case it gets ugly but tickled down to my very core re: the, "You just can't make this stuff up.", nature of what is going on.
It's looks like it is going to subside when the dancer on my right suggests to the other that there is an easy way to settle this. See fixes her dead in he eye and without so much as a by your leave in my direction suggest to her counterpart that since I am sitting there between them they can each give me a handjob, right there at the bar, and I can be the judge as to which of them is better. The other readily agrees to the arrangement. Neither has asked me how I may feel about it.
There I sit, admittedly a bit dumbfounded, trying to think what to say to all of this and before I get a chance to say anything Ms OnMyLeft reaches down into my lap and undoes my belt and unbuttons and unzips the fly of my chinos. She withdraws my flacid self and begins, in earnest, her manipulation of my alter ego. This goes on for a minute or so and then Ms OnMyRight is saying it is her turn, and indeed it is. After a minute or so Ms OnMyLeft takes back control of mini G_R back and is now constricting it about the base of my shaft and gonads with a black satin ribbon she has produced from I don't know where [like I have any idea of what is going on at this point other than two attractive women are fiddling with my goods]. The display has a lovely erotic effect and she coos in my ear about how nice it looks as she deftly tickles the twins. I'm so engaged I never notice Ms OnMyRight has removed a small bottle of baby lotion from the purse she had with her at the bar until her lotioned covered palm hits my pole.
Within a few moments of Left playing with my bag and Right with my putter I had shot a long putt that found its way home.
The owner, a dozen or so feet away on the other side of the bar, having taken most of this in from an angle that didn't allow him to see the particulars shot us a look that said he still knew precisely what had gone on and walked away back into the kitchen shaking his head as he went.
I, as collected as I could muster under the circumstances, zipped, buttoned and belted. I went into my pocket and withdrew my billfold, placed a ten on the server side of the bar and a twenty in front of each of the ladies. Stood up, wearing what had to be a shit eating grin, and without saying a word walked past the two oblivious farmers in my mineral oil and cum stained khakis out into the night with the peels of girlish laughter following me out the door.
I was ever so convinced it is a very strange and wonderful world I live in.
hockeybobby
03-06-2008, 02:17 PM
Well, if that don't beat all !! Spank you very much for that interesting blast from the past GR. ;D
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 02:22 PM
Because you've read stripperweb?
Perhaps.
Ahh. You had a feeling. Dear Penthouse. I never thought this would happen to a guy like me... and then the random stripper fucked me in her trailer until morning.
Well - no offence, GR - but.... I mean I know (a) the kind of customer that strippers tend to sleep with and (b) the kind of stripper who is prone to getting off work and hanging around the bar with a customer who wasted her time in order to score free drinks. Call me a cynic if I view your story through a wishful thinking filter.
You're a cynic. :)
No offense taken, Jenny.
In this mode I write what I write, when I choose to write it, to amuse myself and, if I'm lucky, those who might read it. I long ago got past the point where I have the need to justify my life to anyone so if it is believed or not really doesn't matter to me at all.
Oh super. You're one of those guys who is convinced that going into a strip club and not spending money is like a sound dating technique. Well - personally, I've never heard a girl in the dressing room say "Wow - that guy was so hot. If only he had just refused to buy a dance from me, I would do him right in the parking lot."
Now you want to go and get all serious on me.
First, I didn't refuse a dance at all. Like I said, it never came up.
Second, I don't think it is sound dating advice. I don't date out of strip-clubs. I meet actual dates in much more conventional ways. And who said it had to do with her thinking I was hot? I don't think I am hot. I know I am confident, far from shy, able to hold a decent conversation, and can make people laugh when they are open to it. That's about it, but it seems to be enough most of the time. Why couldn't it be about two people just having a little fun in circumstances where they felt like they could use a little company.
Maybe it was even far more mundane than that? Maybe it was just the fact that she was a nurse and I do what I do and nurses and folks in my profession tend to spend a lot of time in each other's company? We tend to share a "we are all in this pressure cooker together" mentality and frequently lean on each other for a respite from that every now and then.
Maybe she was a badge bunny?
Who knows? Who cares?
I think I've said this before, but if not let me say it again: At this point in my life I really feel no need to impress anyone other than myself. I've managed, with skill and a little luck, to get just about everything I'm ever going to need. I'm finished cooking and out of the oven. Its too late to adjust the sauce. Enough have tasted though and enjoyed the meal that they have decided to stay at the table. So I don't lack for good people who enjoy my company. If anyone else wants to come along for the ride that is just ducky. I'll enjoy that as well and give as good as I get. If not, well I'm having fun so that's fine too. :)
Peace.
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 02:39 PM
Well, if that don't beat all !! Spank you very much for that interesting blast from the past GR. ;D
Yes, well, thirty years off and on, work and play, in S-C's and something weird and wonderful is bound to happen.
I just never lose sight of the fact that life is an equation that is always looking to balance itself on both sides of the equals sign. So I try to never miss an opportunity for a little fun, and am always mindful to be prepared for anything else that might happen instead. :)
Katrine
03-06-2008, 02:43 PM
Great stories Golden_Rule, both of them! You win the Mark45y award for the first part of 2008.
Congratulations to the winner. You may pick up your prize in Thailand, where you will also be treated to a lobster dinner, bottle of Jack Daniels, full body massage, 3-way sex, and your home will be tidied in the morning!
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 02:46 PM
I never thought this would happen to a guy like me...
I know this isn't the way Jenny intended but -
A total side note to anyone who might care: In the strip-club, at the job, in real life, always presume it could happen to a guy [or gal] like you. In reference to anything the attitude should be, "If anyone, why not you?".
That's the way I look at it and its always served me well.
Peace.
Golden_Rule
03-06-2008, 03:28 PM
Great stories Golden_Rule, both of them! You win the Mark45y award for the first part of 2008.
Thanks. I think. {LOL} [I'd know for sure if I knew Mark45y and what his rep around here is if that is a good, or a bad, thing.] :)
If either or both made you smile or anything else you found pleasant color me tickled pink.
Jay Zeno
03-06-2008, 09:39 PM
A good summation of mark45y can be found in Katrine's description of the prize.
Belief is not necessary to TR's. It's not even encouraged.
lestat1
03-06-2008, 11:09 PM
Quick Trip Report
Bankroll: $400 + ~$50 in singles
With a bonus, a lot of hard work lately, and almost a month since my last visit, I was ready for a visit tonight. I showered and shaved, dressed up overly nice for this club, and headed out. It started out slow, with not much to speak of. I spotted a rather sexy brunette on stage. Her breasts looked much older than the rest of her, but quite sexy overall. I sat by the stage, and what followed was a stream of so-so dancers. No one really leaped out as 'the one' for the evening. I hadn't seen my favorite Miss E yet, or my #2, Miss Cute Girl Next Door. So after a while I picked a table. They don't come around to the guys sitting by the stage anymore, so if I want my test lap dances, I have to wait for a table to open up.
As it turns out, the first dancer to come by is the one I first saw on stage, Miss Sexy Brunette. I hadn't even sat down, but was approaching a chair when she stopped me. Sometimes the blazer and dress pants help to counter my young appearance and show that, yes, I have money and yes, I'm looking to buy some dances. I accepted a lap dance, and while I'm receiving it, sure enough they announce Miss Cute Girl Next Door taking the stage. I contemplate my options here. You see, Miss Sexy Brunette is giving one hell of a sensual lap dance. Nice attention to my ears, soft 'n slow grinding, and the almost kiss thing where our noses are touching. She smelled nice 'n girly and was draped all over me.
Sold! I decide I'll get one dance from Miss Sexy Brunette, and then do the 4-song special with my #2, Miss Cute Girl Next Door. Here's where the dress pants are a problem. Miss Sexy Brunette was damned good, and managed to bring about full erection from her little two-minute dance, and it was sticking straight out. Fortunately, I was very close to the doorman (who sells the dance tokens) and I don't think anyone saw the extreme adjusting I had to do to get things back under control. Serious adjusting. :P $25 to the house, and a $30 upfront tip to Miss Sexy Brunette.
So Miss Sexy Brunette's dances are perfect. Too perfect. As counter-intuitive as it may sound, usually the medium-hard grinding will significantly delay me, while the really soft grinding that I love so much speeds things towards the finish line. She is really working the affectionate touches, and most of the time my face is buried in her hair, or cheek to cheek. Lots of ear nibbling, and she even went for my nipples. Normally that does little to nothing for me, but she was just soft and playful enough that it worked. This is a fairly mild two-way contact establishment (basically nothing a bikini would cover, although the butt is sometimes okay), and my hands were loosely holding her hips, but as she moved they slid up and down. She kept on this tiny skirt that hid nothing, while removing the rest of her clothes. It felt surprisingly nice against her, something I noted about certain items of lingerie from my VDay trip. Ordinarily my hands might wander along her back or the outside of her legs, but she had me so entranced I was just sitting there trying to keep my breathing from sounding like panting. She offered up a little SS, and dare I say it? Am I actually developing self-esteem? I didn't have the internal eye-rolling, gagging effect I normally do to such a comment. It felt...nice.
So, as always, and as many have probably gathered from my past TRs, I do try to strike just the right balance as far as just how horny to be before a club visit. Too horny and things are over far too quickly. Be satisfied an hour before the club visit and I'm not going to enjoy myself. I won't have the "overwhelmed by sensuality" feeling of intense passion that breaks me free of the boredom of my day-to-day life and gives me a glimpse of lust and a better life that makes up part of the goal of my club visits. I'm more often than not not wearing dress pants, and I must remember to factor that in. 5 days + dress pants + perfect dancing = 1 song. Yeah. So much for Miss Cute Girl Next Door. In khakis I would've been fine. Almost any other dancer I would've been fine. I held off for most of the song, but after a while I just decided not to fight it anymore. The lap dance cloth did its absorbant job, and she asked if I wanted another song. I declined, so she offered up the standard "did ya or didn't ya?" line I hear after the end of every set of dances: "So are you staying, or taking off?" They ask that everytime. lol I told her I was taking off. I offered her $20 on top of her upfront tip. She offered my usual hug and told me to come see her again. I need to get a dance again from Miss Cute Girl Next Door for a better comparison; the #2 slot is now contested.
All in all, I spent a little over $100. Shoot, I should go again very soon! This makes two trips in a row without my favorite, Miss E. I hope she still works there. :/
Smokeless
03-06-2008, 11:53 PM
Stat: I'm terribly jealous. Either I'm much too old to get as much out of my LD's as you get from yours, or your clubs and girls just totally outclass and outdance Colorado's. Probably some of each. My club has a 5 second rule: only 5 seconds in any one position. A dancer is moving around so much that there's not enough time to engage as sensually as you describe. Lap towel? Ha! Little need for that here. Currently I've got one lady who stretches the rules a bit, but not by much. So I appreciate the opportunity to live vicariously in Upstate New York with you every trip report. Thanks for sharing!
Katrine
03-07-2008, 03:50 PM
Why didn't you jerk off for 5 days? I can seldomly go longer than 5 hours!
doc-catfish
03-07-2008, 04:12 PM
You know, its sad that I'm getting to the point where I can go without for five days. Just keep me away from pics of Keeley Hazell and I'm good.
Katrine
03-07-2008, 04:20 PM
You know, its sad that I'm getting to the point where I can go without for five days. Just keep me away from pics of Keeley Hazell and I'm good.
But why would you want to? What good does it to do create unecessary stress and tension? Do you believe that Jesus won't give you the ocean-view room in heaven or something? Please, educate me on why regular masterbation should ever cease?
doc-catfish
03-07-2008, 05:03 PM
But why would you want to? What good does it to do create unecessary stress and tension? Do you believe that Jesus won't give you the ocean-view room in heaven or something? Please, educate me on why regular masterbation should ever cease?
Its not so much a matter of shame, as it is "I don't feel like it". As of late, there's just no urge to do it unless I've held it off for almost a week, and even then I can only get one good quality release, sometimes two. Maybe the jewels down there aren't making the testo they once were.
:shrug:
yoda57us
03-07-2008, 05:54 PM
Please, educate me on why regular masterbation should ever cease?
Damned if I can come up with a reason Kat...I get down-right ornery if my work schedule forces me to go for more than a couple of days between, ahem, sessions....8)
Katrine
03-07-2008, 09:08 PM
Its not so much a matter of shame, as it is "I don't feel like it". As of late, there's just no urge to do it unless I've held it off for almost a week, and even then I can only get one good quality release, sometimes two. Maybe the jewels down there aren't making the testo they once were.
:shrug:
Dude, you're only 4 years older than I am, WTF? Maybe you need to step up your porn game? OTOH, I am just approaching my prime, so we may be comparing apples:oranges here. Or, bananas:apple pie, depending on how you look at it.
Golden_Rule
03-07-2008, 09:09 PM
Stat: I'm terribly jealous. Either I'm much too old to get as much out of my LD's as you get from yours, or your clubs and girls just totally outclass and outdance Colorado's. Probably some of each. My club has a 5 second rule: only 5 seconds in any one position. A dancer is moving around so much that there's not enough time to engage as sensually as you describe. Lap towel? Ha! Little need for that here. Currently I've got one lady who stretches the rules a bit, but not by much. So I appreciate the opportunity to live vicariously in Upstate New York with you every trip report. Thanks for sharing!
There was a place in NYC called "The Harmony" that you would have loved. Actually, two of them. One on Church St [the original] and a second on 22nd St. They were started by a woman named Dominique who, in certain circles, is credited with starting the whole "lap dance" thing.
Back in the late 70's- early 80's her husband owned a place on 47th St just off Broadway called "The Melody Burlesque". They had evenings there they called "Mardi Gras". The strippers would come out into the audience and, for tips, the audience members in their theatre style seats would receive something of a rudimentary lap dance.
Dominique, after her husbands passing, took this concept and ran with it. Opening first Church St and than the 22nd St "Harmonies" [The Church St original had a burlesque style runway stage] and had "Mardi Gras" seven nights a week.
It was fun in the beginning. Lots of single moms and young boho types, as well as the occasional FIT or CUNY/NYU student making a quick buck. The dancers were erotic with just a hint of nasty. There was the rain coat crowd but just as many Wall St and business types about. It became a bit sad over time [15+ years] as the places were never kept well and the dancers and clientele changed some. At its peak it was the best there was in the above ground world of lap dancing. [Below ground there were places like "The Goat", but that is a whole other story]
Being a very young hedonist and living in the NYC metro area in that time was a wonderful thing if you could keep your head above water. :)
Golden_Rule
03-07-2008, 09:52 PM
Its not so much a matter of shame, as it is "I don't feel like it". As of late, there's just no urge to do it unless I've held it off for almost a week, and even then I can only get one good quality release, sometimes two. Maybe the jewels down there aren't making the testo they once were.
:shrug:
Men of a certain age, D-C.
I know I am no longer all that interested in playing solo. It's probably a bunch of things.
You live the life of exploration and exaltation on all fronts, including sexuality, you can become jaded with time. Some of it is probably the fire burning a bit lower in advancing middle years. Yeah, I'm sure I make less testosterone than I use to.
The big JO is OK but it is only that... Ok. You loose your desire for just OK.
The funniest thing is happening to me, the former swinger, over time. I still like the strange from time to time but the longer I walk about the more I get my most intense pleasure just cuddling up with a woman I love and making plain old, boring [not really - which is the point], vanilla, sex once a week or so. Jerking off only when the mood suits me, which isn't all that often anymore [maybe once a week as well]. Hitting the S-C for the occasional extra only every now and then these days. Its amazing how much free time I have now. :D
I'm not concerned. I'm choosing to presume that is just the way its suppose to go. I'm rather enjoying it, for now. If that changes.... }:D