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Smokeless
05-02-2008, 09:16 AM
Finally got to the new SC in downtown Boulder which has been the subject of local news coverage. Nice place. Nice time. Posted a short TR with a description of the club at http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showpost.php?p=1524753&postcount=14 for anyone interested. Hopefully it will survive the scrutiny of the "feminist" powers that be and those "concerned" about their property values and the morals ::) of this "liberal" city. Enjoy.
lestat1
05-07-2008, 09:02 PM
Banroll: $440 + ~$60 singles.
Some highlights, in the interest of not posting yet another repetitive, epic TR.
First dancer to stop by was a cute Asian, Miss J. So basically, she was one of my "types." She mentioned that I smelled really good. She smelled deliciously girly, and offered a sensual lap dance. So I asked her for a private. While purchasing my song token I overheard her say to a group of dancers standing nearby "Oh my God he smells so good!" I got one song, but in hindsight I think a 2-4-1 may have been in effect, as her dance seemed to last about two songs. Which means I tipped her $30 for two songs, not one. Doh! I thought about asking her about it, but if I'm wrong about it being two songs, then there is no way to have that not sound bad. "Excuse me, that seemed like two songs, not one. How many was it?" If her answer is one, then I'd feel like more of an ass than I do for only tipping $30 for the two songs. Or one. Yeah.
In any case, I'll make it up to her next time with more dances, since hers were definitely fun. She was soft and sensual, and mentioned yet again: "You smell really, really good!" I had showered beforehand with some soap from Lush: Honey I Washed the Kids. I'll be using that regularly from now on! She planted extremely light kisses on my ear, which coupled with her breathing into them softly was just really getting me worked up. I held things to one song though, since I'd seen other talent I wanted to sample and I was hoping to see my favorite, Miss E. I'd also spotted a dancer from a few TRs ago, Miss Cute Girl Next Door.
Several more lap dances pass, during which I encounter a very tall, thin blonde. Another of my "types," only her dance was rather hard on the grinding and a little impersonal. Not my style, so despite the hotness, I had to decline. An exotic cutie provided a similar appeal lookswise, but didn't dance in my style. Another dancer, I'm guessing new provided more of the same. I say new because she wasn't toned at all, and she smelled of body odour, badly. Yikes - no thanks! I did get another compliment on smelling good though. That Lush stuff is pretty darned good.
Finally, Miss CGND stops by. Oooh very nice dance! So having still not seen my favorite yet, I opted for the 12 minute special @ $60 to the club. I tipped Miss CGND $80 upfront. She started out slowly, and I was being fairly hands-off with a little bit of resting my hands at her waist. She "works it" a bit more than my favorite, Miss E, and I remember from my first time with Miss CGND that I have a little less stamina with her. So I was looking to last until the end and not get too excited too quickly by easing off on the two-way aspect of the two-way contact dance. I was doing fine, despite her nibbling on my ear and gushing about how good I smell (seriously guys, Lush - get some). She did all the standard positions, nice and sensual. She guides my hands back to her waist and continues with sensual, soft grinding and all in all some very enjoyable dances.
I'm holding out so far, but as it turns out, my cute little girl next door has quite a naughty side! She guided my hands to her breasts. No big deal for your typical two-way contact club, except that it never happens here. So fast forward a while, I'm panting like I just ran a marathon. She asks me if I'm okay then asks if she should ease off. I nod and manage a "yeah," and she slows down...into some very soft and sensual dances that are just my style. Doh; backfire. She shifts some positions and I hold out. A little bit later by my guesstimating, we're approaching the end, with perhaps a couple minutes left. She came to the same conclusion and began sealing the deal. She faced me and started a fast-paced, "sex simulation" grind. She grabbed my hands which had been roaming gently around breasts/waist/back and used them to squeeze her breasts. Standard fare for the old dirty club, but rather shocking at this place. She didn't stop until I was spent. She shifted around, I felt grateful once again for the lap dance towels they use, and she offered the usual hug and a thanks. I tipped her an additional $40.
I had a great visit and left with about half of my money and the majority of my singles. I'll just have to go back again soon!
crizgolfer
05-07-2008, 09:16 PM
Nice TR Stat....such a Lush touch...I guess I need to make a change in my soap usage...perhaps I will have to make use of the ever powerful Butterflies & rainbos sex bomb...;D
Smokeless
05-07-2008, 09:57 PM
I'm terribly jealous, Stat. I need to drive 10 hours to the middle of Kansas for anything approximating what you get Upstate, though my old decrepit body will never again be as responsive as yours. No two-way here that I can find. A few slightly naughty dancers. And a bit more latitude for well-known regulars, but well-hidden. Most clubs are frightened by LE and liquor authorities. Certainly no LD towels!!! Wow! Just the thought makes me wish for an Upstate NY vacation. Thanks for the TR.
Golden_Rule
05-09-2008, 02:42 AM
She faced me and started a fast-paced, "sex simulation" grind. She grabbed my hands which had been roaming gently around breasts/waist/back and used them to squeeze her breasts. Standard fare for the old dirty club, but rather shocking at this place. She didn't stop until I was spent.
Thanks Lestat. I sense the basis for another poll that might give us a little look inside ourselves. :)
Howie
05-12-2008, 12:39 PM
Well I said I wasn't going to post anymore, but I guess that turned into a lie.
Went to Vegas last weekend and actually saw two pinkies. The first was at the World's largest SC and as soon as I sat down, this absolutely gorgeous lady sat next to me and introduced herself. Thought she looked familiar and asked her if she'd ever been on TV. She looked at me kind of funny and asked what I was talking about. Told her she looked like a lady on myspace that was in a show kind of like big brother. She asked if I was on myspace, told her no, but had seen a link to hers from Stripperweb. We talked about the website and eventually got around to doing some lap dances in VIP. This lady was mesmerizing. Beautiful eyes and a body to match. After we finished a set she said that she was going to go on stage pretty soon. Told her to find me after she as done and we’d do some more dances.
Once I sat down at my table, the onslaught began. A constant stream of dancers wanting to sit on your lap or sit and visit. I kept saying that I was waiting on another dancer, but those girls were unrelenting. Finally a Canadian sat next to me and wasn’t so pushy so I started getting a few dances from her. If was then that the pinky came back by and told me she’d called another pinky at a different club and that she’d recognized my handle and said I should come by her club also. Didn’t see her anymore that night, so was disappointed that I was unable to enjoy her company some more.
After I sent the Canadian on her way, I was trying to get my friend to leave, but he didn’t want to go, so I just left and grabbed a cab to go downtown to see if the other pinky was there.
Went in the club and a Russian chick sat next to me and I told her who I was looking for. She said that she was there last night, but wasn’t working that night. Figured that I’d just wasted a trip downtown so I did a series of dances with the Russian. As I was starting to leave, I spied a red-headed beauty with humongous boobs on the stage. I went up and tipped her and asked if she had time for a few dances. She said yes, so I tried to act inconspicuous in order to avoid attracting attention. Ended up getting a few more dances from some other dancer because she just wouldn’t go away.
When the red head got off stage, she started talking to a good looking guy and I figured I was fucked, but then she came over and took me back to the dance area. Told her I was from Stalkerweb and she said that the other dancer had called and said I was in town. We talked for a bit and she filled me in on other members and where they were working. Said that she and a bunch of them were all meeting later that morning to go partying. I’m thinking who the hell gets together at 5 in the morning to go partying? Only in Vegas.
We did a few dances, then I said my goodnights and headed back to my hotel for some needed rest.
As I was starting to leave, I spied a red-headed beauty with humongous boobs on the stage. I went up and tipped her and asked if she had time for a few dances. Told her I was from Stalkerweb and she said that the other dancer had called and said I was in town. We talked for a bit and she filled me in on other members and where they were working. Said that she and a bunch of them were all meeting later that morning to go partying. I’m thinking who the hell gets together at 5 in the morning to go partying? Only in Vegas.
A red-headed beauty with humongous boobs, at least formerly associated with SW? Gee I wonder who that might have been? Was she wearing glasses? Did you not consider yourself invited to the 5am happy hour?
Howie
05-15-2008, 02:57 PM
A red-headed beauty with humongous boobs, at least formerly associated with SW? Gee I wonder who that might have been? Was she wearing glasses? Did you not consider yourself invited to the 5am happy hour?
Yes she was wearing glasses and yes it was who you're thinking about. For some reason she wanted to know if I'd ever met Mr. Catfish. She thinks he's some kind of freak. Also she said Mr. Palmer had the record for the most LDs with her at 42. Maybe 48. I don't remember, but I elected not to try and break it.
I did not consider myself invited and wouldn't have gone even if. I'd spent enough money that night as it was.
Its a Salsafree night, so off to the SC to get into trouble.
Brazilian Floor Dancer is onstage as I walk in, perfect. I head to tip row, she makes a beeline to me and gives me a facefull of titties. I toss singles onstage behind her as she pays attention to me. She goes back to her floor work, and I pantomime that I want dances. Her stage finishes and we head back to VIP.
I state an amount and tell her to stop when its used up. We tend to loose track of time, I don't want to short her, and I have a budget, so hopefully a win/win. We chat for a little bit, and really just sorta start playing around, not really dances, more like pre foreplay kinda stuff. Somewhere in here we try to do some dances but really it keeps going back to playing around. We endup rolling out of the booth, and umm use a bit of the furniture as play toys. Now that I think about it, we really were quite out of bounds, and I certainly didn't behave, but no one stopped us either. Really its quite bizzare the more I consider it. Although it was alot of fun. }:D
So I wander out of VIP and stop to watch the stage. Ukranian Performance Art Dancer (UPA) is doing her amazing show. She is amazing, I feel like I should be in a theatre watching her perform, not a SC. EurAsianPunkArt dancer jumps into my arms as I turn to look for a seat, she is tiny and likes to hang from my neck and snuggle with her feet dangling in mid air. I set her down and we talk for a bit, she is hands all over and getting frisky. She wants me to dance Salsa with her right on the floor, I turn her through a couple of moves and her eyes get all big. She eventually wanders off to work, and I head for a seat.
UPA comes over and curls up against me. We talk dance and performance theory for awhile, she gets this wicked gleam in her eye and drags me off to a corner. She wants to dance too, so we do a slow steamy rumba which is better than a lap dance. She gives me a long slow kiss and then says she has to get back to work. God it was hot, she is just a phenominal dancer. I hope someday I can be half the expressive dancer she is.
I look around kinda baffled and dazed. The SC really has become something very different lately. I head out the door, happy and content.
SPLUT
05-16-2008, 06:14 AM
I decided to check out my old club. They lost their liquor license last summer for a month and I moved on to a different club. I had heard that they did some remodeling so I decided to hit it up as a change of pace. I've always had a good time there.
I get in the club and notice that they did open up the space a bit. I looked good but nothing special. I find "my spot" at the left side stage. It's shaped like a big L with bar stools on two sides. I watch the stage show for a while, deflecting requests for dances until I had seen most of their roster. After about four sets I noticed that the club was very heavy on the black girls this night. It turned out that there were only 11 girls in the club and 8 were black. I would have preferred the opposite ratio, but I am an ass man and if you can't find a couple of decent asses in a club full of sistas where will you?
My first string of laps came from D, black dancer who was thick in all the right places. Her legs and ass were out-of-this-world. I tipped her a twenty on stage and asked her to dance for me once she was through with her set. D came and sat with me for a song before heading back. I asked her if she thought she was "Top Dancer" in the club that night. She smiled and said "It might sound bad, but yeah I think I'm top dancer" I told her she was correct. We go back and put together a string of 5 dances. She was a lot of fun in the VIP. I gave her a lot of true compliments as she danced. She told me I was the nicest guy that she had danced for that night. When she leaned back on me and I cupped her breasts I told her that they were perfection she said "Oh baby you got game" Yeah, I know, it's all stripper shit, but in the moment it was all good.
My second session was with C another black dancer with a fine ass. I only did two songs with her as I was saving some cash for a MILF with a tight body. Checking my wallet after dancing with C I noticed I gave her an extra twenty. What's that saying again? A fool and his money....
The MILF - B said she was 38, she looked a little older, but her body was tight, super tight. She said that she doesn't work out as the dancing keeps her fit. Her stage show had a lot more energy than most of the girls. I tipped her every time she was on stage whether she was at my stage or not. After watching her third set I asked her for a few dances. We're in the VIP doing laps, everything was good until the end of the second song. I asked her the song count - I knew what it was but I wanted to make sure she was on the same page.
Me: that was #2 right?
B: no baby, that was four.
M: that was not four, that was two.
B: No baby that was four....
M: Darling that was two songs.
B: well the bouncers keep track...
M: Fine get the bouncer over here.
B: Ok well that was three with this being the fourth
M: No...this is song three.
B: you can just pay me for three.
M:B, I told you that I wanted to do five dances why are you trying to rip me off?
B: (starting to get a little attitude)OK ..some other guys tipped me well enough I guess I can give you two freebies.
M: Why are you acting this way? Did I ask you to jack me off, blow me , or fuck me
B: No
M : didn't I tip your sets $5 every time you were up there when nobody else was even tipping
B: Yes
M:So why are you treating me this way?
B: I'm sorry......yadda, yadda, yadda, stripper shit...yadda, yadda, yadda, the bouncer .....yadda, yadda, yadda.
My last 2 1/2 dances were pretty good once she realized that I may have been drinking but wasn't drunk. I should have paid her for the two dances and left, but she did have a great body, it was the end of the night for me, and to tell the truth it was a bit of a rush having her dance for me after making her admit that she tried to rip me off. Bad stripper! Bad!
Will I go back? I don't think so. D & C were nice but they don't come close to Miss J, and who needs to hang out at a club with a known ROB?
The Boob
05-19-2008, 02:55 PM
That Fishnet guy doesn't post as much on Page 154 as he did on Page 1.
I'm burning out also. For today's sermon, let us focus on how the way hot one will always be wasting the most time. She so obviously could be dancing for someone the entire night but chooses the easy way out and just sits relaxing with some billiard-playing dingus. It just gives me hot and cold running piss. And when you ask other dancers if she's retarded or if she banks a lot, they all say she's the leading money maker, despite all appearances to the contrary. Because apparently she at some point soaks people for lengthy VIPs. So the key to wild and crazy success it seems is to chat people up at the bar for hours at a time during your shift as a STRIPPER.
Do you see why I'm not a good fit for stripclubs? I go there expecting strippers to be stripping, or at least trying to strip. So when she's not available, and she's also not busy, and she's rich, and I'm bored off my ass, and I never even get to say here take this money, that is what in the scientific community is sometimes referred to as douchemastery.
Biggieman
05-20-2008, 12:54 AM
We chat for a little bit, and really just sorta start playing around, not really dances, more like pre foreplay kinda stuff. Somewhere in here we try to do some dances but really it keeps going back to playing around. We endup rolling out of the booth, and umm use a bit of the furniture as play toys. Now that I think about it, we really were quite out of bounds
Huh?
This sounds like a jolly old time, but how the hell do you use furniture as a play toy? Were you wrestling or something? All this rolling around stuff is confusing. Jesus.
Huh?
This sounds like a jolly old time, but how the hell do you use furniture as a play toy? Were you wrestling or something? All this rolling around stuff is confusing. Jesus.
Hmmm, well after we rolled out of the booth (cause we were playing touch and tickle, or something. Can't recall I was distracted.) I scooped her up and she was asking about ummm errrr positions, so I was flipping her around onto the furniture demonstrating various things, and well we kinda got outta hand. So we were at it for awhile, and weren't really subtle about it. I am kinda confused that noone bothered us, you know like those bouncer guys who always seem to be interupting everything else that is interesting. ;)
She likes that I can(and do) pick her up and move her around at will. Some wonderful SS, "I love how much bigger than me you are, the other guys are shorter than me in my heels" while she has one hand on my bicep walking back to VIP.
Really she just lets me do what I want, and goes along with it. So strangely enough I keep coming back :D
SlamTheDoor
05-22-2008, 05:26 PM
"Have you been here before," asks the doorman as he looks at my ID. "Yes I have," I replied. I'll be asked and answer this question two more times before I take my seat at the stage. First was the doorman outside the club, then the girl who takes the cover charge, and lastly by the large gentleman who wants to help me find a seat. "This'll be fine," I say to him as he leads me past my desired seat at the stage.
The guy next to me and his buddy are my only company at the stage. Around the club there are small groups of guys with dancers. Most of my visits here have been during the afternoon. Although it's only seven-thirty when I arrive, the club is quite active; the busiest I've ever seen it. On one side of the club a group of guys surrounds a table where two girls are doing table dances. A few more of their group is standing at the bar talking with more dancers. On the opposite side of the club I see a small group of men and women watching another stripper doing a table dance for one of the guys in that group; she's placed her panties over his head. There are a few more guys scattered around and then there's those of us at the stage.
The dancer on stage twirled around the pole, came down on her hands and knees, and then crawled over to the guy sitting closest to me who had a single bill folded, perched on the stage. She smiled seductively at him and then sat up, placed her hands on her bikini top and then slid her hands down her body to her thighs. The guy starred at her as she sat waiting for his tip. A few moments of silence passed and eventually she asked, "Are you going to tip me?" "Take off your top and I'll tip you," he replied. The dancer smiled and backed away to return to her dancing. I heard him mumble something to his companion about only tipping when girls take off their cloths. I watched this guy pull the same thing with two other dancers. Eventually when he would tip, he did it very slowly. He'd watch the girl as she waited and then he'd slowly reach into his pocket, retrieve a handful of bills, sort through it to find a single dollar, and then he'd lean forward and present it to her.
One dancer on stage caught my attention because of her shoes. Alexia wore a large platform heel that was clear and hollow; inside were two plastic balls that would bounce around and light up as she moved. She was very cute, she had an oval shaped face with long straight blonde hair. She wore a tiny leopard baby doll top, long thin legs and no tattoos. Halfway through her first song she danced near me; as I tipped I loudly proclaimed, "I can't take my eyes off your shoes. They kick ass!" She appreciated the compliment.
After Alexia finished on stage, she chose to sit with the slow-tipping guy near me and talked with him. He left eventually leaving her alone. A dancer came on stage with platform shoes that had lights built into them, but different from Alexia's. I leaned over to Alexia and said, "Those shoes are nice...but not the best." We struck up a short conversation about shoes and I learned more about dancer shoes than I ever wanted to know. "I had a pair like that once," she told me as she pointed to the dancer on stage, "but you couldn't change the batteries. The pair I have now, you can open it up and take out the batteries." I asked if she had ever considered putting other things in the shoes aside from the balls. She had experimented and mentioned several things. "I put a fish in there once," she laughed, "But it died! I forgot it needed air." I rolled my eyes and laughed too.
Alexia asked, "Do you live near here?". I told her yes and learned that she comes from a city about an hour from here. "The clubs are different there," she said, "more restrictive." They don't offer lap dances in that city so Alexia had never given a lap dance. It was almost a year ago when Alexia started dancing. She had changed careers due to the economy. She had started working at this club only recently and had come here because she heard it was the best. "I haven't done any lap dances or table dances yet," she told me. Alexia explained that it made her nervous; some of the girls have asked her, "Are you going to do lap dances?" but she replies, "No, not yet. I'm just going to watch for now."
And while we sat together that's what she did. Since there were a few of the table dances going on nearby it was easy to get an education. One of the groups I mentioned earlier was a bunch of drunk older guys, middle-class looking. They were crowded around a table as a girl danced on it. These guys were having a small party all to themselves. As I said, they were older, they had pot bellys and were dressed in button down shirts like they had just left the office. As the night went on I noticed the guys get more and more drunk. They would have one or two girls dancing on the tables and cheering. And then they'd occasionally go for lap dances with a girl. I even saw one of them get a bit grabby with the dancer as she danced on the table and she kept pushing his hands away. My companion and I watched from a distance. She made comments about how the table itself differed from the stage. I watched the girls on stage and enjoyed Alexia's company for a while.
I debated my current situation. On the one hand I was interested in getting a lap dance or two. Several dancers had caught my eye. And although Alexia was sweet, I avoid dances from girls with no experience because I worry that they will be awkward and it'll be a waste of money. I'm a frugal guy when it comes to dances these days and if I think the dance will suck, I prefer not to spend the money. But, just for the experience, I had to try.
As we observed the table dance I asked Alexia, "So, do you think you've learned enough or do you have to watch more?" She grinned then answered, "I think I can do that." So I asked, "What about a lap dance? Do you need to go and watch that too?" "I don't know...maybe," she said. "Well, I could give you a lesson," I told her, "I'll be good. I promise to keep my clothes on and everything." I was joking, of course, and she knew it. She laughed, looked at me, and said, "Okay. Where do we go? I don't even know where to go?" So I took her by the hand and lead her to the lap dance room. She looked around the room; there was one other couple in there. Alexia was anxious and immediately climbed onto my lap; I said, "Hold on a second. We'll wait for the next song. You should watch that other girl, so you get an idea of what to do." I was thankful that the other girl was giving the guy a VERY good dance.
Alexia watched the other couple. The two of us chatted while we waited for the next song to start. "She's wearing a bikini top," she noticed. The manager had told Alexia that bikini tops weren't allowed, "Maybe he was talking about on stage," she wondered. I asked why and she figured the club wants the girls to dress 'high class'. Alexia was wearing a loose fitting baby doll top which would droop down in front, leaving her chest exposed.
The song ended and I asked, "Are you ready?" The other couple left and Alexia climbed onto my lap. She gave me an excellent dance. She faced me almost the entire time. She moved slow and sensually. I was careful with my hands, not wanting to move too fast. But she had no objections, and she seemed very responsive when I held her in 'safe' areas. She took my hands and guided them to her ass, which I then held as she humped me. With her hands she stroked the back of my head. It was a very beautiful dance and after it was over she asked how it was. "I think I'll need another dance to know for sure," I told her and we danced for a second song, which was as good as the first. I was very glad that I had gotten dances from her but two were enough for me. I thanked her before returning to my seat.
When I got back to the stage there was no one else sitting there; as soon as I took my seat the dancer on stage noticed and came over. "I missed the beginning, would you mind starting over?" I asked her as I settled into my seat. I tipped her a buck but was pretty much tapped out at that point. After she left the stage, I gathered up my jacket and made my way to the door. It was the best experience I've had at this club and I hope to make it back again soon.
hockeybobby
05-22-2008, 06:48 PM
Nice work STD.....especially for a second post. Nice 'acroname' too ;)
I was just recently a girl's first boob touching (she had only been dancing for 2 days and hadn't felt truly comfy with it all). I was a little honoured, as I'm sure you were at being this girls first lapdance.
I would have called him Slam rather than STD. But I am way nicer than you, HB ;)
FBR
Jay Zeno
05-22-2008, 08:33 PM
Alexia was wearing a loose fitting baby doll top which would droop down in front, leaving her chest exposed.Not a babydoll, but when a fetching dancer is wearing a dress-type top that does that, it just hits all kinds of bells and triggers in me. I can watch 'em jump around topless on stage, but they put that top on and bend over while they're talking to me, and in just enervates the inner Neandertal. Whew.
SPLUT
05-23-2008, 10:31 AM
When the cats away the PL will play
I hit the club last Weds night. I went back to my new “home” club hoping to see my fav Ms.J. I pulled into the lot where there around 15 cars and a party bus. It looked promising as I definitely like it when there are more customers than dancers; the pressure is lessened with more targets on the floor.
First thing I noticed was that they lowered the cover a couple of bucks to $5.00. The second thing I noticed was that they pulled down all the mirrors and had put a coat of paint on the inside. About time – they had a nice layered mirror wall but over time it looks like a couple of people or chairs were thrown into to it and in two places was badly damaged. They still have some more work to do but it’s nice to see them update the joint. It did look a bit trashy with the cracked mirrors.
I follow my normal routine – hit the bar, put in a keno ticket, order up my first beer. I noticed that my favorite table was open so I took a seat and started to enjoy the stage show. I had a dancer at my table almost as soon as I sat down. I explained to her that she shouldn’t waste her time with me right now because all I wanted to do for the next hour was watch the stage show. They had a lot of new girls in, which was nice. I saw S on stage, and she waved to me. We’ve done a few dances in the past and she always comes by to talk even when I don’t get dances from her. I’m about six stage shows in when I realize that Ms.J is not in the back or the DR. I’m a little bummed but took the opportunity to treat the club like a buffet line.
In the land of the cheap bastards the $5.00 man is King
As I watch the stage show I notice that once again the club is filled with a bunch of cheap cocksuckers. Every once in a while someone would cough up a buck, but that was about it. I was tipping my normal fiver for a good show. The way they had the rotation the “new” girl would dance on my end of the stage for two songs then move to the other end to finish her rotation with the new girl again on my end. When they realized that I was the only one tipping they reversed the rotation with the dancer finishing her rotation in front of me. I tell you these girls were starved for tips. One set I only had 20s and three ones. I stacked the ones, creased them length wise and went to tip the dancer. I’ve seen some folks take forever to tip a dancer with multiple ones, slowly slipping each one into her G string, but that’s not for me. If I want to spend some up close and personal time with you I’ll buy you a drink or get a few laps. I just slid my little stack of three into her G. As I’m watching her show she does that stripper thing were she’ll pull her tips out of the G and throw them into a pile. She had one buck in her G when I tipped her my three stack. So I watch her pull the stack out. I guess she thought it was only a dollar when I tipped her. She fans them out, sees that I tipped her a “big” three dollars. She starts walking over to me during her show, slowly reinserting each bill I gave her into her G so that they all show and said “thank you for that tip”. I just smiled at her and said “No…thank you. All during the night I had dancers approach me for dances, if I turned them down they almost to a woman said “well thanks for the tip”.
Since the favorite wasn’t in the house I could spread my laps around a little more. First up was a very pretty petite young blond “M”– A cups at best but she had the 2nd best legs-ass-hip (alh) combo in the club. I did three songs with M – she had danced before and her laps were worthwhile. First song she was grabbing my hands and putting them on her breast, spanking her ass while telling me to spank and rub it. She was wild, climbing up on the chair to rub her G on my nose. She gave up a kitty show, but the petting zoo was closed. It didn’t matter to me as she gave a great lap session.
Up second was “S”. S had the only set of big tits in the place – all natural. As I watched her set I noticed that she was tatted up. I counted 12, but found out during a couple of laps that she had 14; two of them were hidden on stage. S claimed it was her first night at my club having previously worked at a club on 8 Mile. She wasn’t shy about her breasts and I thought at one moment that I was about to be suffocated. She did a body slid down my torso and came back saying “you smell like weed – no fair!” What could I do but smile? I did two dances with S.
Naughty dancer #1 hit me up for a dance and we did a few. She gave a good dance but I don’t think I can call her Naughty Dancer #1 anymore. I think she has decided to not defend her title.
I saved some money for E. A young (23) brunette with a fine LAH combo. Tall, pretty and well built. She had a few tats, both nips pierced and a couple lip piercings. I would put her third in the club. Earlier M&E tried to hit me up for a duo but I turned them down. I told E that I would be getting dances from her later. Later came and we hit the VIP. I don’t think E has danced for very long but I did enjoy myself. She kept asking how she was doing and if I liked her dance. I thought about giving her constructive crtitsisim but held my tongue. We did what I thought was three dances. I told her we should stop and she said “cool, that will be $40.00”. I asked her if that wasn’t three and she said “no that was two”. I told her that we’ll go one more. I guess in a karmic sort of way that made up for the ROB I encountered at the other club. E could make me forget Ms. J, but she would need to improve her lap skills. When I walked out of the VIP I still had forty bucks on me. I looked around the room to see if there was a dancer free for two more laps. It was getting late and the place had emptied out a bit. Every dancer there was sitting with someone. I didn’t feel like waiting so I left – with money in pocket.
Tipping you wait staff can also bring small benefits. After ND#1 danced for and before I got E’s attention I just sat in the club. My waitress asked if I wanted anything, but I told her I was good. A minute later she puts a big glass of ice water in front of me and said ‘I know you’ve been drinking all night, but management gets it nuts bunched up if you don’t have a drink so take this”. Sweeeeet.
Best of all was the fact that they were not cutting songs and they were playing 5 minute songs. I tipped S an extra 10 becuase she danced two long ass song, both of them far over 4 minutes, let alone 3 mins and 15 seconds.
Golden_Rule
05-24-2008, 12:31 AM
A small group of friends of mine hit an under ground place in the area of Edison, NJ.
We check in, check it out, and find its like some high school dance. All the guys on one side of the room, all the gals on the other. This simply won't do.
Myself and another of the group who is socially out going start to approach the Ladies. We laugh together and things start to loosen up some. It is starting to feel like a party. This place is a swingers club most of the time and you can tell from the decor and the mood of the place. The owners may know a lot about swingers parties but from under ground lap dance affairs they are truly beginners. Their intent is marvelous though and it shows in the very light, casual, not at all heavy handed air this place has.
Still the women are pretty, the beer is cold, and once people stopped feeling nervous the tension left the room like dew leaves the morning grass. We played, threw a tasteful amount of money around, and partied like wannabe rock stars. Later in the evening there was a great girl-girl strap-on show that was either very well acted or the two lovely participants truly like each other very much.
I VIP'ed with a sweet PYT and truly enjoyed her company. I even got a number or two from dancers who expressed an interest in working one of our parties.
All in all a very good night.
Golden_Rule
05-24-2008, 12:53 AM
I and another small group of friends hit The Hustler Club in NYC. For anyone outside the area THC, like The Penthouse Club, goes for a very upscale feel.
I haven't been to THC in ages, but we are hosting an old friend come from Florida to check in with the crew so we are doing it up in style.
I have to admit that while I can see why the whole high end experience is certainly attractive: beautiful women who drape themselves on you like a well cut suit - whose hustle is sweet as candy - the oak bar, plush chairs, good table service, good booze, etc, it is just so damn PLASTIC that it reminds me immediately why I haven't been to PEC or THC for 18 months prior to that.
For the jaded the whole feel of it can be such a turn off. Not a genuine sentiment in the place and no JOY! Everyone is running a game. Just sucks the life right out of the room, and me.
While some of my friends decide to stay, for which I bare them no ill will - I mean, like I said, I can see the attraction, I use to love it myself: I and another of the crew [one of the fellows I run private parties with] excuse ourselves and head out to a TS party being thrown by a promoter friend of ours downtown.
Certainly not my thing sexually but the people are truly having fun, the energy is high AND REAL, and I wasn't at either place to get laid anyway. Just to have a good time. Between the two places this is the more fun crowd.
Afterwards we are joined by the promoter in question and the star of her show and do sun up very, very, late supper - early breakfast at "Cafeteria". We cut the line when we are waved in at the door.
Tres cool. :)
lestat1
05-27-2008, 08:54 PM
Rick's Cabaret - Manhattan
First of all, if any ladies of Rick's read this, please PM me so I can ask some questions on tipping etiquette at this place. I had to soak in a lot of new rules fast. Despite a lengthy career, I've really only been to a few clubs, and no place like this one before.
Scroll down to the "Sunday Night" section in this post for why I decided to go to Rick's, despite being convinced I'd not enjoy a Manhattan club (mainly I needed food in a non-awkward setting for eating alone in public): http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showpost.php?p=1560066&postcount=422
I added $300 to my usual bankroll, it being Manhattan and all, so I walked in with around $700-$800. Whoo-nilly, what a swanky place. Remember, as you read this, that I go to a very tiny neighborhood club with 5-8 dancers on staff on a given night. So immediately I was impressed with the size, lighting, decor, and overall presence of the club. It just felt so damn "vegas / strip clubby!" I paused after I made my way down a foyer that's half the size of my home club, looked around, and quickly settled on a table one rung back from the stage. I was planning on dinner, and I didn't want to eat food sitting at pervert row...just too weird. A sexy and corsetted waitress came by, and I remembered that hey, I'm in a place that serves beer! At home, alcohol = topless air dance, no alcohol = nude contact. I had no idea if the same rules applied here, but whatever. I was just enjoying the prospect of nekkid girlies 'n beer.
So I sat watching the stage, sucking on a Heine, and waiting for my food. I glanced back behind me and noticed I was the only customer I could see in the place, and there were a ton of dancers sitting around. I also noticed that the dancer on stage did not stop dancing at the end of her set until the next dancer appeared on stage. It's a minor thing, and I'm sure a club rule, but it really added to the professionalism of the show. Plus, nice to always have a dancer up there. :)
So soon enough a lady comes by and...sits. What's this? No immediate "wanna dance?" How strange. We chat briefly, I mention it's my first time, and I ask her about some of the club rules. It's $20 a dance. Oh right; I've heard of these places. Cool! I asked her about stage tipping policy, as I hadn't seen anyone go up yet (a few people had filtered in shortly after I arrived). She responded a little bit like I was crazy: "Uhhh yeah, you can tip her if you want...yoiu can tip anyone." - as if to say "Dude, it's a strip club, we strip, you tip!" Really I was just asking whether stage tipping was the norm, or if they come by afterwards (at my home club, it's both).
Anyway, she asked for a dance so I, of course, get a table dance. Strangely, after I said yes she started dancing. But...but...don't you want the money first? She removed her gown (did I mention that I was really digging the gown thing they all had going on? So elegant!) and down to her sexy little undies. It wasn't a typical g-string or thong, but something a little fuller and more lacey. Nice. The next thing I noticed was that this was a rather hot one-way contact dance. She was sensual, a little teasing, used lots of moves, and so worth a mere $20. The next thing I noticed is that she danced for a full song, this was no 3-minute quickie here folks. I paid her afterwards, but no tip. I was lost in the novelty of getting a dance for just $20! If she hadn't been the first dancer of the night, she'd have gotten a tip, but I think part of me had to see what would happen if I handed her just $20. Was it really going to be okay? Yes. Then, I was shocked. She'd already made her sale, and she sat back down for more chatting! Okay I relaize that she was laying a foundation for a private room, but still, it's more attention that I get back home. At one point she said she wasn't sure if I wanted company, etc. Not interested in more, I said I was fine by myself, and resumed watching the show and drinking BEER!
Thus far I hadn't been blown away by the appearance of the dancers on that night. All were beautiful, of course, but they looked like what I'd see back home. Then a gorgeous and sexy Brazillian dancer came by. Holy shit! To me, her Brazillian accent sounded like a mix between Spanish and Russian. She was just plain smoking hot and in a word: "sultry." I said yes to a table dance (in fact, I said yes to a table dance from every single lady who stopped by, the entire night) and really enjoyed myself. I gave her $25 or $30 I think. She asked me about a private, and I said not right now, as I was waiting for food. As if on queue, a waiter appeared with my dinner. I had paid $20 earlier to the waitress for my $18 dinner, not even thinking about tip at that point. In hindsight, I bungled that up and so I found myself walking to the bar for another beer. She intercepted me, and this time I tipped $4 for the beer to try to make up for the poor dinner tip. I tipped $4 per beer the rest of the night, and that was the last beer I had to fetch myself.
I was enjoying dinner, and for each dancer on stage I'd walk up and give $4. During dinner, one dancer came by and sat down. She said she didn't want to interrupt my dinner, but wanted to introduce herself. We chatted briefly, I asked a bit more about the club, and she explained some rules and pricing. When she excused herself to leave, I pulled out my stack of ones and tried to hand her somewhere around five or so. She refused, and I tried handing her the money again. She refused again and excused herself, saying it wasn't necessary. Hmm, she had sat down, chatted, and helped me out about the club. I took up a few minutes of her time (3 minutes or less), and it seemed appropriate to tip. So either she was being very friendly and not trying to be greedy for hitting me up later, or $5 was an insult. At home I'd be certain $5 is fine, but here it could be insultingly low. I have no clue.
Nearing the end of dinner, a dancer came by withthe following line: "Hi, I'm _____ the massage girl. It's $20 for two songs. Would you like one?" Sure! Okay, she deserves her title. She was very good, and I felt so relaxed by the end. She worked my temples, neck, entire back, even my arms and hands. By now, snacking on filet mignon burgers, drinking beer, and watching ladies in elegant gowns, I was feeling quite pampered and seriously enjoing this place. A few more dancers come by, and I got either one or two, depending on how much I enjoyed myself. Another tipping question presents itself. Is it better for her to get two $20 dances, or one with a small tip ($5-$10)? I mean, ultimately I'll spend how I like, I'm just wondering if I'm appropriately feeling less guilty about not tipping, or tipping small, when I buy multiple dances. There are also budgetary concerns to consider on a future visit. I also noted that I was digging the diversity of this place, and the different accents. A trademark of big city clubs I'm sure.
Moving on, sooner or later another Brazillian dancer comes by. Actually, I think it's the first one, but I couldn't quite catch her name, except to note that it kind of rhymed with "Brasilia," as in: "I'm ___ilia from Brasilia." I got a table dance from her, anbd during she asked about a private dance. I said no thanks, but I did get a second dance. Okay, she was working me quite well. I was so owned by her sexiness and sensuality. She had on red fishnet stockings and was using her legs in between mine. She even used her hand oh so teasingly as well. After the second song, I asked *her* how the private dances work. She told me the exact pricing, but said that the host was supposed to discuss that sort of thing, and that I should hear it from her. She walked me back by the entrance, but didn't stop atthe doorman. Instead, she walked me to an elevator (oooh a super secret private room! I was expecting the stairs or back of the club to house the private dance rooms). The elevator had a keypad for password entry. Ah ha! Now I understand why earlier dancers had asked me if I wanted to tour the private rooms. They get you way up there where you can't leave until they're ready to let you leave. Sort of a forced sales pitch. Interesting. On a wonderous note, my dancer told me, very quietly as we waited for the elevator, that I should say "no" to any drinks. She explained that I wasn't obligated to buy any in order to get a private, and that she wasn't allowed to say no if they asked her. So she said just keep saying "no" until they go away.
Finally up a level (actually it'd have to be two, due to the seating area above the stage), I walked into an entirely new section of the club with a bar and a bunch of staff people hanging around. The private room "hostess" asked what I wanted and about cash or charge. Hmm, $325 cash, $365 charge for a 30 minute VIP. I had done the math in my head earlier, and $325 without tip was about right on par with what I would pay at my home club for 30 minutes worth of private dances. This upped what I thought I'd be willing to pay for a VIP. I had the cash, but I might want to spend it later, so I opted for charge. In hindsight, such a waste of $40, and soon to be a cause for a lot of worry on my part. We sat down in the room with a couch, table and two seats. Big by my standards! The hostess took my liscense and credit card. Okay, that seems a tad much. We waited a few minutes for her to return with paperwork for me to sign, and a thumbprint to leave. Freaking yikes! :O Okay, the paperwork to sign was like a credit card slip, and it was too dark to read clearly. I was nervous, as I come from a family of lawyers and I know sign nothing you haven't read. Okay, stop being paranoid 'stat, this is a publically-traded company, they can only be so shady before they get put under close investigation. I commented that there was no price listed, and she said I could write on in the thumbprint area. I wrote $365, and it put me slightly more at ease. She printed me, cleaned my thumb, and left with a "see you in 30 minutes." Immediately after, a waitress came in. I said no thank you to champagne, and when she asked about "the lady," I said no thank you as my dancer kept quiet. It worked! Waitress left, and my dance started...
Oh baby! So this is why people do VIPs! :D She stripped down to her sexy panties and red fishnet stockings. She climbed into my lap, and based on her words earlier, "in private dance room, you can touch me," I placed my hands at her waist. She was so sensual and affectionate. She did not stop planting soft little kisses on my neck and ears as she writhed against me. I slowly and gently explored a bit, enjoying her back, the feel of her long hair against my hands, and the outside of those deliciously fishnet-clad legs. She kept moving her nipples to my lips, but I was a good boy and kept my mouth still. She constantly kissed my face and neck, and even planted a few dry, closed-mouth, soft little pecks on my lips. I so employed some serious rationalization at this point. Something along the lines of: "Well, she may do this with all the guys, but her mouth is closed, it's not like we're talking saliva here!" The human mind's ability to rationalize is impressive. I now confess something embarassing: she is the sixth woman I've kissed in my life. So basically, if you told me her lips carried ebola, I'd have still let her do it and not turned my head. Her lips were so soft and plump, and she was so stunningly-beautiful, that I could weep at how powerful it felt. If she had stopped moving, sat in my lap, and just kept up the light kisses, that would've brought me there, it was that sensually erotic.
Okay, so with some strategic hip movement and moving things slightly out of the way to reduce contact, I made it quite a ways through the dance, more than half, before I had to request a break. She sat next to me, and handed me my beer. If every day of my life could include a topless Brazillian beauty handing me a beer, I'd walk around with a permanent smile on my face. I was panting. She had, by now, guided my hands down to her soft and tight little butt, and she had teased me with her hand between my legs. She also had not stopped with the light little kisses all over my face, neck, and occasionally, lips. Mmmm, soooo nice! I asked her how much time was left, and we had 12 minutes. Alrighty then, after a few swigs it was back to business. It was more of the same. Hot little Brazillian Goddess writhing in my lap, kisses, softness, Heaven. As things wound down time-wise, and I was finding myself struggling to hold off, she changed positions. She leaned over me, still kissing my face, my hand on her back, and her hand over my pants with a gentle grip determined to make sure I left happy. She told me not to tell anyone, and at this moment, I'm rather hoping she's not a SW member. Erm - PM me if you are and I need to edit this please. I'd actually have prefered if she hadn't done that, but instead simply kept writhing in my lap, however, I understand that her option is safer. My home clubs employ lap dance towels for just such a reason. *sigh*
She walked me out to the hostess, who filled out the paperwork some more and gave me my cards back. She asked if I needed to tip the dancer, but I'd already taken care of that in cash, with $60. In hindsight, it seems low, but at the same time, I just spent $400+ now on a 30 minute VIP. I think I've spent enough! She mentioned I could tip her if I wished. Umm, what did she do but scare me? Seriously, there was no aspect to her existence that didn't make my visit worse. I didn't know what to do, but I tipped her $15 on the CC. I could use guidance here. I left the club on cloud 9, my spirits immensely lifted. I spent the night wandering Midtown, grinning like an idiot. I'm still nervous about my CC bill though; I'm worried it'll come through as something other than $380.
hockeybobby
05-27-2008, 10:13 PM
wow, I read the whole thing. Gotta say, that's a good story stat. Living like a king in NY city.
3-Legged Man
05-28-2008, 03:57 AM
Lestat, I know you write about being a nerdy, timid guy, but I have to say that you played that situation like a master. Well done, and congratulations on having such a wonderful time in the big apple.
SPLUT
05-28-2008, 04:12 AM
Sweet TR lestat.
crizgolfer
05-28-2008, 04:41 AM
Stat has gone ritzy! Sounds like you had a good time.
Don't worry about your credit card info....I will keep it safe...promise...
lestat1
05-28-2008, 05:22 PM
An addendum: all is well in CC land, with the appropriate charge on there.
crizgolfer
05-28-2008, 05:50 PM
^^^^
Good News Stat! I also doubt that they would ever plant your fingerprint at a murder scene or anything...
lestat1
05-28-2008, 05:51 PM
^^^ You're evil.
crizgolfer
05-28-2008, 05:57 PM
^^^
That wasn't me...that was Alice talking..
I_luv_dancers!
05-28-2008, 07:28 PM
Great read 'Stat, you sandbagger 8)
hockeybobby
05-28-2008, 07:50 PM
Great read 'Stat, you sandbagger 8)
Haha, Stat's a fuckin' bush-sitter :D
I always thought stat was a sandbagger. The people commenting on the infamous NYSFest have concurred.
Stat, did you get boinked? If it was for free, I will curse you til my dying breath }:D
FBR
hockeybobby
05-28-2008, 08:01 PM
I always thought stat was a sandbagger. The people commenting on the infamous NYSFest have concurred.
Stat, did you get boinked? If it was for free, I will curse you til my dying breath }:D
FBR
What a sly fuckin' dog eh? He had 'em all fooled :D
lestat1
05-28-2008, 08:52 PM
"Sandbagger?"
Boinked? Uh no.
GenWar
05-29-2008, 06:59 AM
wow, I read the whole thing.
Hahaha! You are so lucky I quit doing TRs, HB. :)
Seriously, though, `stat. Great TR. I really enjoyed it. You see...that is my regular experience...Vegas, Philly, Charlotte...good times like that. NOW, do you have an inkling why I don't go to clubs `round our way. Take that experience, compare to here and then add the fact that the wife doesn't allow extras. Makin a lot more sense, no?
-gen
lestat1
05-29-2008, 08:58 PM
Oh yes, I definitely see the appeal of the more upscale places. Expensive, but very nice time! :)
Jay Zeno
05-30-2008, 10:15 PM
Went to my old standby club, Club Show, with its glitzy surroundings yet intimate feel (ha, ha). I was running later than usual. So the cover charge would be higher. I didn't realize how high. I mean, this is Denver on a weekday afternoon. What, three? five? seven bucks? In fact, the normal door girl would sometimes wave me in or sneak me a pass.
This wasn't the normal door girl. She flirted shamelessly, even put her hands on my body. Sorta fun. But I wanted to get into the club. "How much?"
"Give me all your money."
I pulled out the roll. Six ones and the rest twenties. I needed some ones back. So I gave her the twenty.
"What kinda beer you want?"
"No beer."
"Why the hell not?"
"I'm driving."
"You can have one beer!"
"No thanks."
"I got your money! Better get a beer out of it."
Mild puzzlement on my part. After a few more jibes back and forth, I realized she was serious. The twenty was dead to me now. So I finally looked and got the most expensive beer I saw. She tried not to sneer, gave me the beer, did some more flirting which was now more irritating than amusing, and waved me into the club. I was nonplused.
I sipped my beer at the table. The club was fairly dead, and apparently, the wait staff had gone the way of my twenty. I saw a lissome blonde at the stage and went up. I started throwing my ones at her, and she danced nicely. Turned out she was Flawless, from a previous meeting, with a new haircut that I had trouble recognizing her through. We chatted. She was smiling, happy, remote. The set finished, I said I'd like to continue seeing her, and went back to my table. I watched as she chatted with the next dancer at the dead stage for five minutes, then walked away from the stage, and disappeared into the locker room. I thought I was in Phoenix.
I was resolving to leave when a lady came up. Didn't recognize her, not really my type, but was friendly, offered me company. The best part about her was her open dress, which mesmerized my peripheral vision. I told her, no thanks - I was hoping for Flawless to come back out. She said Flawless might be done for the day, but good luck, sweetie. Then she walked back to the locker room, came back out, went to her table.
A few minutes later, Flawless came out, and I felt bad for being dismissive to Not My Type, who was obviously being nice amd helpful. Flawless started coming my way, then stopped and sat with a guy, talked with him, traded a couple glances with me, and there she stayed until I left, quite fucko'd.
I could cut my losses, or I could try to turn the afternoon around. I drove for a bit in the direction of home, and then there was Club Faithful, so I decided to turn the afternoon around. I went in, place was jumping, fun, very pretty girls on the stages. The waitress was right there, and I ordered a diet soda, which she was happy to bring me. I threw dollar bills at the stages, and the ladies reacted warmly. All was right with the world.
One lady caught my eye. Trim body, big bust, so obvious off-the-shelf models, until she took off her top, and they were all her, apparently. Interesting. I sent some georges her way, and she was a lot of fun. A guy came up beside me, stood at the stage, and talked to her in an assertive voice. She seemed compliant. He said, "Come see me at the table when you're done." "I will," she said. He left.
She came over to me for one more dance as her set ran out. I told her I'd like to have her dance, if she had the time. She said, "Absolutely! I'll come to your table." I walked back to my table, she saw the new dancer to the stage, and walked away.... and right over to me.
We hit Lap Central, and was she ever nice. She liked her shoulders and back and legs rubbed, and she gave me some great SS - you know, the kind you can't believe but they're doing so well you do anyway, telling me I must me a massage therapist, ooooo, great hands, etc. I didn't linger on the muscle work, because that wasn't the point of the encounter. But she was also liberal with her charms for this club, kept a skilled eye out for management-type intruders, and alternated high humor with smoldering faux-sex. Really great stuff.
I bought eight dances from her, and then the call came for her set. She repeated her schedule to me very carefully, asked me to please come back. I said I could check in - does she have an anonymous email, in case her schedule changed? She said, I'll punch my number in on your phone, but I didn't let her, because I saw a management type looking right at her, and I didn't want her to get in trouble. So I discreetly wrote my email, folded it in some ones, gave it to her, and left. Obviously, she won't contact me, but it was fun. The afternoon had definitely turned around.
hockeybobby
05-30-2008, 10:27 PM
Big cover charge for an afternoon visit there. Sucks.
Nice TR though Jay.
Jay Zeno
05-30-2008, 10:37 PM
Run of the mill. Took a long time to write about a ripoff door charge and a new hot number. But I wanted to submit a TR that didn't involve flatulence.
hockeybobby
05-30-2008, 10:54 PM
One other thing: it's odd when a girl knows you want her company after her stage but disappears anyways. It's happened to me once or twice.
I chalk it up to basically, if something doesn't make sense, you simply don't have all the facts.
The Boob
06-04-2008, 01:17 PM
Rick's Cabaret - Manhattan
I could use guidance here.
Stop.
Sorry, it seemed like the thing to say at the time.
Also, it can help to hear it if years have gone by without anyone saying it.
I'm off to sample the local cuisine, and maybe have lunch too. The local boobs aren't as fiesty or splendid as they once were, so I like to keep the spending down under $5000 nowadays. More in the neighborhood of forty-five dollars. That way I don't confuse a boobshow with a villa in the south of France.
My Name is Earl features a Patty the Daytime Hooker character, and this is in some ways a useful analogy for stripclubs. Seeing the daylight crew can leave you asking yourself why you went to a stripclub during the day. And yet that's what's about to happen here. There have been some lunch visits that shocked the shit out of me when what government documents might classify as "hot daytime poons" were observed in great number. I think this mostly happened in 1999 though. So good luck to us all and we'll see what's shakin.
The Boob
06-04-2008, 09:24 PM
Yes!
(That was in honor of Ed McMahon who has a broken neck and is $600,000 in debt.)
It worked out good for my dong!
I found a good Kayla and I recommend you go out and enjoy a Kayla near you. As a group the Kaylas tend to be waifs, but this one had a KFC thigh and breast combo package going that was quite nice and naturally plump. She then combined that with being able to throw together a smile and sexy lean-in attack that made me like her instead of merely agreeing to a blind date (or a blind sit). She sat on me real good and was not a pacifist. This one knew that in order to win a crotch war there has to be crotch-based aggression and breast bombs and close-in crotch to crotch fighting. I don't think I've ever gone wrong with a Kayla come to think of it. It's a no groping environment at this bar, but if you find a good one who can pour on the lust like a faucet, you don't care about having to sit on your hands.
Trust, I've had the reverse and it can get pretty lousy when they just turn their chest over to you for a thorough inspection while they kind of take a siesta. That quickly goes from sexy to bored now. Because there's really only so many ways you can manipulate breasts before that feeling of absurdity sets in and then you start to feel like a boob, and then you realize that you might as well just be manipulating yourself.
But this today was the true artform. She made me forget that it was Wednesday, and that the stage was shaped like a giant penis facing right at us on the bench where we were sitting like this gigantic phalus pointing at us--which bothered me for a second but then like I said she made me forget all about that and all my other worries too. And I remembered for a little bit why I started going to nudie bars in the first place. Nice happy. Better attitude than I've been running into lately! So that's + 1 for Team Kayla.
Also, has anyone else noticed that there's two tattoo gangs forming among strippers? There's the group of dancers with the giant butterflies on their abdomens, and then there's the ones with the meteor shower of little stars cascading at an angle along their side. These two stripper armies will eventually have some kind of national showdown. It's inevitable.
hockeybobby
06-05-2008, 06:18 PM
An impressively good trip report. You are simply too good at this to be a Noob, Boob. ;)
nohthing
06-06-2008, 01:24 AM
This is my first Trip Report. Any feedback would be helpful.
Went to the Kit Kat Club in Sunnyvale the other day. It was a Wednesday and I had the day off of work to go to a day game. I got there around 6pm which I was worried would be to early but once I arrived I realized that they open at 11:30 AM. Christ, who goes to a SC at 11:30? Don't answer that.
I was able to catch the last stage shows of some of the gals working the day shift. Surprisingly they were pretty hot. They were not really any worse, nor better looking than the night shift gals. Actually, I think that 6PM is a pretty good time to go, you get two see two shifts of girls dance.
The cover at that tie was only 15. I think evenings/weekends its more like 20$.
I got some bottled water (no alcohol there) because I did not want any soda or fake beer. This gave me some more ones. The water was too expensive but oh well.
This club is if you don't know already an air dance club. I don't know why I get talked into the table dances, since I know for a fact that they will be air dances. But there was one gal who gave me these great sexy bedroom eyes and I could not resist. She talked me into two dances which is even worse because its just a more expensive and prolonged air dance. She mentioned that it was the end of her shift and that she was going to go home and frigg herself. I was a bit wide eyed and amazed at that but I chalked it up to a Ok sure have fun with that situation.
They do show you their vajayjay there and the kinda play with themselves, so if you are a visual only kinda guy, this place is great. After the dance was over the dancer was kinda selling me on coming back to the club and being her regular. Why not? I mean the more guys you can get to just sit there like good boys the better. Seems like an ideal situation, for her.
The girls onstage and after my little air dances all shook my hand, no hugs no pats on the back, not even a Hollywood kiss. Just handshakes like you get at a business meeting where they grip your hand and at the same time push you away. Again, ideal for them...
Not certain I will go back there. Seems like it might be better to save my money and go to San Francisco where they are a little bit more lax.
The girls are smokin' hot even during the day on a weekday, the 0 contact thing is pretty weak. I suppose if you went there and were a cheap bastard and just threw ones on the stage all day it would be more worth it for you. Probably would infuriate the girls. :)
I did say no to several gals. After they dance they collect all their ones and ask everyone around the stage if they want a dance. One gal sold pretty hard and I always feel bad when I have to insist on a no but the harder you push me the more I am going to shut down like Windows machine running Vista.
Go there if you are desperate, if you hate any contact, if you are a dancer, or if you hate private dances.:-X
rlams2000
06-07-2008, 06:13 PM
I went to my local Hustler Club this afternoon to visit a fav of mine. The last time I was in the club, back in April, she was so happy because she had fallen in love with the club's DJ and they were dating. Today she tells me they broke up and she was very upset. Some of the other dancer's had taken sides with the DJ and posted some derogatory items on her locker. She decided to leave work and on the way out tried talking to the DJ. He ignored her. She then proceeded to have an emotional breakdown complete with collapsing to the floor and crying. The doorman had to help her to her feet and outside. Weird.
Don't date co-workers.
Anyway, I did get a nice backrub from a dancer that reminds me of the actress Jeri Ryan but with smaller breasts. Very attractive. But then I had to listen to her whine about how she can't get a boyfriend. Being attractive must be a curse.
I bought dances from another girl and I got the impression take-out was on the menu but I didn't pursue it. I'll investigate further on another day. What intrigued me about her was her young, innocent looking face and her 'push the limits' dance.
Moneywise
06-14-2008, 03:55 PM
Great read Lestat. :goodvibes
polo99
06-15-2008, 11:28 AM
hey Nothing,
SF strip clubs are way better than Kitkat or poddle
go to Market Street Cinema!
GReat CLUB...if you are into extras...they are available at MSC.
UtahMike
06-17-2008, 11:11 PM
Teasers in Three Forks, Montana, Thursday night.
Brandi Morgan was the featured dancer. There was a fairly large crowd, lots of guys at the stage, but lots at tables, too.
Seems that at Teasers, when you tip at the stage, you get your face buried between the dancers tits, or buried in her crotch. Or both. Women who tip at the stage get stripped to the waist, their boobies kissed and sucked, then hugged boob to boob. Some guys who had a dancer sitting with them would send the dancer up to tip while they watched from their table. A couple of older, larger ladies with boobs the size of footballs went to the stage to tip and received the same treatment. Also some young female customers. (At Teasers, customers can get in at age 18 for a $20 cover. Age 21 pays a $7 cover. You wear an armband that announces whether or not you are old enough to drink)
The lapdance room is labeled "VIP," but it is not what most VIP rooms seem to be. It is a room about the size of my bedroom at home, with six loveseats around the perimeter. There are two VIP rooms. Lapdances are $10 for topless,$20 for full nude. No touching of dancers allowed. A bouncer is stationed at the door, but his function seems mostly to count how many dances each guy receives.
When a girl is through in the lapdance room, she comes back out on the floor nude and walks around the club for a few minutes. Then she sits somewhere and puts her costume back on. They only go to the dressing room to change their costumes. So, there is a dancer on stage, some dancers sitting at tables with customers, and two or three girls walking around the club nude at any given time.
Drink service was slow, at least with my waitress. The other waitress was by twice asking if I wanted something before my waitress brought my first drink. I tipped her a buck and a half for shitty service, and she was faster with the second drink.
While I was waiting for my drink, one of those naked dancers came out of the VIP, walked a circle around the stage, then sat at the table next to me and put her costume back on. I watched this with great interest, and she noticed me noticing her, so she asked me if I wanted a dance. I said I did, but I was waiting for a drink, and could she come back later. She said she would, and I told her not to forget me, but she did. At least she never came back.
Featured dancer onstage did a pretty good strip show. Then she sold the opportunity to squirt lotion onto her body, which she rubbed in. Last of all she played pussy ball, where a cocktail glass is placed in front of her pussy and customers try to throw dollar bills into it. If they made their shot, they got a free magazine in which there were photos of that dancer. Then she went off stage and a dancer from the club took the stage.
Several hot girls asked me if I wanted a dance, but I told them no thanks, I was waiting for somebody. I got my second drink, and a super hot girl named Candy asked me. By this time, my first dancer had been in and out of VIP two or three times, but never made it back to me. So I told Candy I had been waiting a long time for a dancer to come back, that she hadn't, and would it make drama for her if I had her dance for me? She said it might cause drama, but that was OK with her, so she picked up my drink and we went to the VIP. I got the couch right next to the door, and I bought $50 worth of dances, one topless and two nude.
She had beautiful natural boobs with big nipples and small areolae, and she rubbed them all over my face and lips. I minded my manners and did not bite or suck, just enjoyed the boobies. Then for the second and third song, she took off her bottom. Ass and pussy were just as beautiful as her boobies. Did I mention she had great legs and a beautiful face?
Midway through the second song, she pulled my left hand off the arm of the couch and sat on it. While my hand was feeling her butt, she started fingering her clit and her pussy lips. She did this awhile, then glanced at the bouncer and said, "I guess I'd better quit this," and released my hand. I put my hand back on the arm and let him see it again.
Near the beginning of the third song (and the songs there were LONG songs, not the 2.5 or 3 minutes you get most places), she asked, "Do you mind if I touch myself again?"
Did I mind? OMFG, what do you think?! "Do it as long as you want," I said. "Do it 'til you cum if you want." "Oh, I won't cum," she said. "That'd be too messy."
Well the third song ended, and I asked her if she would keep going. I bought three more dances, and she sat on her lap with her pussy a foot away from my face and played with her clit and pussy lips the whole time.
While this was going on, the guy two couches down from me had two girls. One was grinding on his lap and the other was rubbing her boobies in his face, while the first one had her face in the second ones crotch. If she wasn't licking it, she was giving a damn fine simulation. Girl number two was the girl who forgot me. Candy glanced over and said, "The one who forgot you is one of those two, right?" ""Yes," I said. "Too bad for her," said Candy.
Well, I could have bought more, but then what would I have done for fun the rest of my trip. But WHAT A GREAT NIGHT! Wowzer!
Biggieman
06-17-2008, 11:33 PM
Hehe, well if ever in my life I make it to Montana, I'll be sure and find Teasers. :P
lestat1
06-19-2008, 09:27 PM
Birthday Visit, Drama, and...'Stat Speaks!
Having just taken a trip and had some expensive auto repairs, I scaled back my 30th birthday plans. An XBox360 and a visit to the club, with dinner-bar-friends time tomorrow night. Tonight, off to the club to check out the feature and hopefully see my ATF.
Bankroll: $400 + ~$100 singles
The club is pretty empty for a feature night (these only happen a handful of times a year), but it's early still. I thought about arriving later, but I got impatient. I grab a seat after getting a Starbucks iced coffee (throw in cigars and I could have three vices at once in the club!) Just getting off stage is the thin blonde hottie I mentioned in a previous TR, who looks all of 18 or 19 and about 90lbs. I look at her face, but she walks right past me and works the entire room before heading back to see me. Yes I want a dance! She's sensual with average contact, and of a stunning hotness that insisted to me that I get a dance. Experience told me not to have high expectations for a private dance, since she's the sort of "hottest dancer in the club" hot that means she can put forth zero efforet and still make good money. So I got one dance. It was 50/50 air dance / light contact, which for this place is way outside the norm. It was probably the lightest contact dance I've received in 12 years of visiting the place, and I was completely hands-off the entire time. However, she brought forth the sexy, and when she wasn't air dancing me she offered up some really teasy, light, sensual close moves that got me going. I wouldn't buy multiple dances from her, but she's a nice "appetizer" girl for getting a warm-up dance on future visits.
On my second iced coffee, I'm sitting away from the stage but tipping ones like crazy when they come by. Thin Blonde Hottie (TBH) is trying to sell me on getting more dances and explaining how things work. Umm, I've been a customer for 12 years, I know how it works - but I didn't want to say that. When you say "twelve years" out loud it sounds pathetic, but written in a TR is totally okay. ;) So I end up buying two 2-4-1 tokens for later ($50 to the house for 12 minutes of dance time, plus what'll end up being $100 in tip to the dancer). Things get awkward when TBH stops by again (this may have been my fault for looking at her anytime she'd walk by - I couldn't stop myself) because we've now run out of things to say. Over the years I've gone from having the ability to carry on a conversation with a beautiful random strange woman for 0 seconds to about a minute or two. While buying my tokens I inquired about my ATF and found out she was on that night, which means my dance card was now full and it's all going to the stunning Miss E. As if on cue, as I sit in awkward silence with TBH, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my neck from behind and Miss E purrs in my ear how good it is to see me. Ahh, safe from TBH who goes off on her way.
Miss E was wearing a clingy, ruffled, backless mini-dress with a very plunging neckline. She looked so freaking gorgeous! I mention that I'm definitely getting dances from her, but that I also wanted to check out the feature. She says she'll check on when she'll be on, because it may not be for a while. What follows is a blur of dancers stopping by for dances, during which Miss E came back just as another dancer approached. She backed off as she was going on stage and said she'd stop back later. I finished my dance and headed to the stage to watch Miss E's second song. Somehow tonight, a lot of old favorites were working. A beautiful asian dancer I haven't seen in probably a year was there, and she so would've gotten private dances but my ATF was working. So while getting a lapdance out on the floor from her (complete with her guiding my hands all over some sexy soft legs and really working me over, my awesome and naughty dancer from my last home club TR takes the stage. You've got to be kidding me! I'm basically looking at my three faves for this club and feeling awful because #2 and #3 aren't getting dances from me. Doh!
So I'm getting dance after dance literally non-stop (I was dressed snazzy and the money was flying, so I'm not surprised for the above-average attention, plus I was Lush-ed out and all). As I'm getting a lap dance, my ATF comes up from behind, wraps her arms around me and asks me "you're not going to run off, are you?" Hehe, uhh no. The dancer currently dancing for me makes a shocked face. Several faces actually, of the "who does the bitch think she is talking to a customer while I'm dancing for him!?" Miss E leaves, and seeing the faces I said not to be mad at her, as she's my favorite and knows it and that's why she stopped by. I was trying to diffuse the drama, but in hindsight what I said could've been taken as "she's my favorite, not you, so shut it" which I really didn't intend. I'm only quick on my feet when it comes to witty/offensive humor, these social nuances elude my immediate understanding. Give me 20 minutes and I'll think of something better to say. Anyway, she says to me she never does that if another dancer is with or talking to a guy, and my beautiful asian dancer working the guy next to me chimes in agreeing that it was very rude. Oh great, there's so going to be drama later over that in the DR. I'm left wondering if an apology and $10-20 to my dancer would have softened her and avoided her giving my ATF grief, but that's the sort of thing I think of much later.
Karma can be quick. A little while later, getting a lapdance, the dancer who had been on stage gets off and comes by asking me for a tip, right in the middle of my lapdance with another dancer. Okay, maybe not karma, but life teaching me a lesson. Yeah, that sort of interruption is really rude. Holy crap, really rude! She interrupted my damn dance. She got the lowest tip I gave out that evening: $2. I also felt bad for the dancer dancing, as she seemed new and that sort of behavior could be confidence busting to someone new. She was untoned, had her hair up in a non-flattering way, and spoke to me like a normal human being might outside of a strip club. In short, she was still working out the whole "being a fantasy girl" thing. I tipped her well and I hope she finds her way, she was very pleasant.
So this non-stop lap dance thing is great, only I've been holding in a fart for at least two or three dancers now, and I finally break for the men's room. Oh lordy that felt good. Now less bloated I head back out for a third iced coffee (the relevance here will be apparent later) and start looking for Miss E. It seems the feature wouldn't be out for at least another hour, so I opted for some dances. I made a lot of eye contact and she came over. I'm still amazed that stuff works. Indirect signals of that nature don't sit well with my programmer brain. I had those two 2-4-1 tokens in my shirt pocket. Oddly enough, she went straight for the private booths without stopping by the doorman to purchase tokens. How did she know I had them? Do they have spidey sense about this sort of thing? Had she done a pocket check? Nope, she just plain forgot and all of a sudden remembered and was heading to him when I handed her the tokens.
I tipped her $100 up front. What can I say about her private dances that I haven't described many times before? She doesn't change them up, which is fine by me as I love 'em just the way they are. Soft, sensual, slithering hotness in my lap. The light went off quickly to me. Very quickly. Did she think I had two tokens and not two 2-4-1s? Nope, she just hit the wrong button, and pushed the 2-song button for the second half of my time. Phew! With some careful shifting of position and controlled breathing, I last through my four songs (well, 12 minutes). At this point, I should've taken a break, but no...I wanted more. So I gave her $60 to buy 12 minutes from the doorman, and tipped her another $100 when she returned. I had to really shift around and stop breathing here and there. She had me close to the edge for a good portion of my time. Especially during the cowgirl position of simulated sex motion riding up and down and grinding. Finally with about a song remaining, I lost the battle. My hands which are normally very lightly touching her back and waist had gone to a firmer hold on her back now lost their grip as I went limp, panting like I'd run a mile. 8 songs is A LOT at this place. She asked: "you don't need me to keep going, right?" and I told her no. She started getting dressed and I sat there regaining my composure. When I didn't get up (more because I wasn't sure I could stand and she hadn't handed me my glasses back yet), she asked if I wanted her to sit for a minute. Well sure, may as well enjoy all of our time. So finally, after meaning to ask for about a year, I find out she's Puerto Rican. I had guessed a mix of 2 or 3 of the following: Brazillian, Latina, Pacific Islander. She said she hears Asian a lot. I guess I wasn't that far off. I managed a "you're beautiful" compliment that lacked the emphasis I intended, but then I really lack the words to describe what an exotic, sexy woman she is. We chatted briefly, probably more so than our combined chatting to date. It's a "wanna dance" club, mostly.
Light goes out, we hug, I leave and stand near the entrance, watching the stage as I chug down the last of my third iced coffee. As I working on swallowing a dancer comes by for a tip for her stage show. I didn't see it but no matter. The problem is she said hello and asked me a question while I'm still trying to swallow. I mean she approached me as I'm emptying this thing into my mouth! I finally get it down, and she asks me if I'm feeling tipsy. Uhh no, it's a juice bar and I'm swallowing. Not that I say this of course. I tip her modestly and leave for Burger King (it's my birthday, I'm indulging) where I get a survey for a free sandwhich for being a loyal customer. It seems the girl recognized me - that's a bad sign. I mention this as I learned another life lesson. Three iced coffees + a BK quad stacker value meal turns my body into an anus-blasting machine. As I sit here writing, I feel the rumblings of a third trip to the bathroom coming on...
I spent most of the money I brought, and even needed more singles from the bartender. That never happens! Fun trip :)