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UtahMike
06-19-2008, 10:42 PM
Sounds like you mostly had a great time, and Imodium will help with the gastritis. I never travel without it.

GenWar
06-20-2008, 08:48 AM
`stat:

Did you actually ever get to see the feature? I have been looking at her billboards for a couple of weeks and actually considered stopping by to see her....

-gen

P.S. Nice TR btw. I am headed out on family free vacation next week. Perhaps the mood will strike me again...

lestat1
06-20-2008, 10:35 AM
Nope, never saw her. I've seen her up on the billboard every drive home from work. I saw a feature last year and was very impressed with her stage show and very disappointed with her private dances. So I'd like to see more features, but no biggie about missing this one.

Oh, I left out TBH's comment about the feature. "She's nice umm, y'know she's kind of thick. I mean she does porn still but she's thick." You're a twig hun, a hydrogen atom is thick to you. :P

Jay Zeno
06-26-2008, 06:20 AM
Bouncing through a town on a trip and contacted Wild Thing for social time. Wild Thing suggested a strip club. Hey, twist my arm. But, I cautioned it had been an expensive trip. I didn't have a big wad o' cash. No worries, WT assured me. Standard SC fare, reasonable drinks, stage tips, lappers.

We went to WT's favorite hangout, a bustling place with wall-to-wall attractive flesh, mixed with guys looking for places to sit. Half the club was pay-to-sit, the other side was wander-and-get-lucky. After stopping momentarily, looking at the stage, and hollering, "I love titties!" WT spotted an opening, we plopped down, and were soon joined by Sparky, Classica, and Gabriela, all of whom rotated to and from the table as their whims or stage calls demanded. They fawned over WT, who was apparently a well-known regular.

I decided I'd be FBR for the night and started buying the rounds, which were indeed pretty reasonable. The drinks were soon flowing, we were throwing dollars on the nearby stage, WT started getting the odd lap or two, and we were clicking along. Well, WT clicked at a faster and louder rate. WT and I have very different personae, wild v. mild, unrestrained v. reserved, but we get along great.

I'd been talking a lot with Classica and decided it was time to justify my existence. Great lap, soft, slow, sensuous, mixed with good humor. I was suddenly glad she didn't live in Denver. I'd have to get a second job. She went into a second dance without asking, which surprised me just a tad, but it was fine, and it was every bit as nice, slides, glides, wiggles, and the occasional hazard of eye inujury. As the song wound down and she slid away, she murmured, "That was a two-fer." Perfect. Must've been the "Friend of WT initial dance special." She accepted extra anyway.

WT had told me Gabriela was wonderful, and I made the mistake of getting a round from her while my mind was still sharply on Classica's charms. Gabriela was a looker, great figure, did everything right with the dance, but the chemistry just didn't blend, I couldn't raise it, and although I really wanted to enjoy the dance more, because it was technically brilliant, the pheromonal appreciation just wasn't there. I outwardly complimented her, inwardly cursed my advanced years, paid her, and she wandered off, not to return. Damnit.

So as I kept up the cheerful facade and resigned myself to settling into the ED phase of my life, Sparky came around for her dues. System reboot. She was fun, she was energetic, made me laugh, and got me worked up in nothing flat. Confidence restored. In fact, I was suddenly glad she didn't live in Denver. I'd have to get a second job. I behaved myself, mostly, and she was generous within the apparent club guidelines, and after the dancing, she stayed perched on my lap there at the table, topless as we chattered and chuckled with the others at the table, and that was as thrilling as the dances, in its own way.

WT bid farewell after a bit. Places to go, deals to seal. I suspect that my style was a bit too limiting on this dynamo. We said our good-byes, and I was left to myself to deal with Sparky and Classica. What a chore. Some more drinks and dances later, including a double, which I don't usually get, but in this case was .... well. At one point in all the writhing I said, "Sorry! So much skin. I didn't realize where my hand was," and one of them grinned and said, "That's a good problem to have." Anyway, my short stack of currency was about played out, I told them so, and you know that in strip clubs, the party only lasts while the money holds out. The place was bustling, and they were on their clock. We said our good-byes and swapped hugs, and I walked out after one of the top road trips, without a doubt.

Leaving out a lot of detail. Time is short this morning, and typing is at a premium. Oh, did I mention that Wild Thing, Classica, and Sparky are SW alums?

FBR
06-29-2008, 11:47 AM
Awesome report JZ :)

Now this is a classic line:


"Sorry! So much skin. I didn't realize where my hand was"

If you really said that (as opposed to applying literary license), we just don't owe you a beer, we owe you a case :)

And leave it to the Jaymeister to throw out a teaser at the end:


Oh, did I mention that Wild Thing, Classica, and Sparky are SW alums?

I bet we are all wanting to unmask those characters }:D

FBR

hockeybobby
06-30-2008, 04:32 PM
Excellent TR JayZ. I'm intriqued about the identities too. Getting the duo dance is a no-brainer in this instance I'm thinkin'.

Jay Zeno
07-01-2008, 07:29 AM
Pretty much an exact quote, FBR, on both of our parts.

You've heard "deals to seal," or some variant thereof, from WT before. Comprende now?

Golden_Rule
07-03-2008, 02:01 AM
What have I been doing for 30 days? Not much but here is a trip report for one night of the past 30 days.

Early last month I was traveling in south Jersey and passing through Pemberton. The mood or the itch, call it what you will, hit me and I decided to hit "Cheeks". Traveling solo means I am looking for in and out fun. Not planning to hang about for any length of time.

I pull into the lot and check for UC cars. This place has been raided a few times of late. Seeing nothing that looks like anything I need be concerned about I hit the door and go inside. This is not a place for the feeble of heart or weak of mind. The gals are pros and the dollar parade is relentless. A guy could go through $100 in a half hour just handing out singles at the bar if he doesn't know how to politely say no.

I take a seat away from the door placing myself at the far end of the bar away from the ticket booth where one purchases entry into the VIP tents [yeah, you heard me right, tents]. I am quickly approached by a dancer that knows me from this and several other, less intense, locations.

She takes a position on my right hand side, asks if I want a dance. I tell her politely I've just taken a seat and haven't adjusted to the surroundings yet. She laughs a telling sound that says, "Um, since when has that ever been a problem for you." I have to acknowledge her intimacy as she gets closer and attempts to hard sell her offer of a dance by not so daintily massaging my package. A second polite, yet firm, decline sends her packing for the time being.

I order a beer and relax a little, taking in the [pardon the expression] lay of the land. A few moments later a very pretty Russian advanced upon my position. I see I am not going to get any peace, but I can't object. It isn't the kind of place you come into if you want to peacefully sip a beer.

She intros herself and starts to small talk. Asks if I want to purchase her a tasty beverage. I say what the hell and she orders a beer. I figure that is pretty cool because they usually order those watered down drinks they charge full price for. She gets a bottle of Coors Light and we chat.

She's attractive in the way she presents herself as well as being pretty. Doesn't 'wanna dance' me right away but enjoys the drink I bought for her. I decide she doesn't quite fit the bill for me though, but file her away for later consideration. I tip her a $5 spot because it was my idea she stick around for the short time she spent with me and she takes her leave. I'm sure we'll meet again when sensual is what I am in the mood for. Right now I am feeling like a dirty boy.

I see an another old friend. Brazilian. Getting a bit older but still a good looking woman. We've hung out together OC. Not sexual. At least not most of the time. Just company and sometimes wing gal. I like that she thinks and talks like a dude when it comes to sex. She is very up front and says precisely what is on her mind. Totally tickles me.

She is talking to someone at the other end and other side of the bar. I don't think she has even seen me. I fix my eyes on her and send out a strong mental text message. It registers because she looks up and catches my eye. She smiles. I smile. I nod. She nods. She makes her good-byes to the man she was speaking to and walks over.

I bid the Lady a very good afternoon and ask her to sit down and would she like something to drink. She says nothing hard. Perhaps a water. [Water?] Ok. Water it is. I order a water [$6.50 for a water... geeze :) ].

I ask her what she's been doing since last we met and we make small talk for about five minutes, at which time she says, " G_R, this is not like you. Do you want to fuck or what?" I laugh so hard I almost fall off my bar stool. She laughs too and then says, "Its been week since I last got laid and it has been a very slow afternoon so all I have had is time to think about how horny I've been." What am I to say to that. If its just a sales pitch it is a damn good one and if it is on the level, like I said I know this gal and if its real I am in for one serious ride.

I protest just a little and then relent before the mood fades. We saunter over to where the VIP tickets are sold and I purchase five @ $30 each. I smile at the Lady selling the tix who I have done business with having nothing to do with sex or the bar and hope the unusual offering and our previous business purchases me good will worth more than the usual 4 minutes per [20min] that $150 usually purchases. I see her set the timer for 30 and smiles are exchanged all around.

We pick a tent, slip inside, and button down tight.

The dance starts off very erotic but before very long in she is in my lap, facing me, and we are in a lip lock. For the next 27 minutes I am thankful that the music is always set quite loud because we are being less then discrete at times with the noises coming out of that tent. We play safe, but we play very hard, and unless both of us are very good actors we each have a couple of expression of gratitude and release of joy for having spent some time in each others company.

Time ends and we find ourselves badly in need of some time to repair our appearance, so we leave the tent and quickly adjourn to his/her bathrooms to make adjustments and spruce up.

When I come back from the lav I take a seat and finish my now rather warm beer. She come out from the Lady's and walks over to me with a silly, shit eating grin on her face that says, "I can see I wore you out." I have to concur. She is a tiger when she is in the mood to play. A true man eater.

We chat for a bit and she chides me for not having seen her in so long. I agree. My bad. We arrange to hang out later on that month. I haven't called her yet. I am sure she isn't panging, but thinking about this now reminds me I really should give her a call. I'm not up to anything but poker on Thursday night. If I cash early I can call her around midnight and hook up after hours to celebrate our nation's Happy Birthday. :) Sounds like a plan. I'll run it by her and see what she says.

45 minutes from the time I cross the threshold.
about $220 out of pocket total.

wishing well...

FBR
07-04-2008, 12:49 PM
He really said that. :)

Awesome :) If I do doubles in the future I will plagiarize the comment. My stripper gals don't hang out on SW so they will never know }:D

FBR

SlamTheDoor
07-15-2008, 08:23 AM
I went to the Great Alaska Bush Company Sunday night, a strip club in Anchorage. This was the most well known and had the best reputation among the clubs I researched here. The club was one of the most elaborately decorated of any club that I've ever been in. Inside and out, it looks like a big saloon from the old west.

The club was fairly crowded when I walked in at nine o'clock on Sunday night. There's no cover charge. I glanced around the room and noticed that there is only one stage. It's a large semi-circle stage with a huge glass mirror behind it and a thick velvet tip rail going around the edge. Probably seats at least a dozen losers. The club itself is big and open. There's a landing that wraps around the second level of the club and that appears to be just dressing rooms and offices. I could see women come out from the door on that level and walk down the large staircase near the stage. The main floor had small tables and large open booths in addition to the main stage. On the opposite side of the room from the stage was the bar. As I said, it looked like an old saloon. I've seen restaurants that looked exactly like this place but never a strip club.

I sat at the stage and was surprised to see that tipping is very different here. Guys lay bills down on the tip rail; tips don't go into a garter. My impression is that men are never allowed to touch a dancer, even when tipping. So throughout the two songs that the girl was on stage, the guys would lay bills down on the tip rail. And they would lay a LOT of money down. With conventional garter-style tipping, you have to wait for the girl to come to you to tip her. But here they would just lay down the bills, sometimes several at a time, regardless of where the girl was on the stage.

When a girl danced on stage, her two songs were generally off the same album. She might have two Metallica songs, or two Rod Stewart songs, or two songs by some lame black hip hopper, or...whatever. But it was always two by the same artist and I suspect they were both off the same CD. Not sure why that was but it was interesting that they did song selection that way. So the girls would dance for two songs and then there would be a short break before the next girl started. During that break, the girl would gather the massive amount of tips she had collected from around and on the stage.

Other dancers strutted around the room approaching guys and selling table dances. After I had been sitting at the stage a while the DJ made a comment about the table dances so I asked the guy sitting next to me to tell me about them. "They're twenty bucks," he said, "She sits on your lap and dances for you." I glanced around the club and tried to figure out how much contact was available. From what I could see, girls danced topless and guys kept their hands at their sides the entire time. There wasn't much grinding but the girls did touch the guys a little.

There were over a dozen dancers working on the night I was there. Most were very attractive, a few were exceptionally attractive, and only one was downright ugly (more about 'her' later). Most girls were young but a few were probably around thirty. A lot of them were wearing corsets, which I like. Not a lot of fake tits in the club. I wondered if maybe the lack of good plastic surgeons in Alaska is a reason for that. Girls strip completely naked on stage.

I sat at the stage for a LONG time and was never approached by a girl for a dance. I wondered why. I thought maybe girls wouldn't approach guys who were sitting at the stage. This is the 'rule' at Olympic Garden but I've never seen that anywhere else. Of course if this is the case there's no sign or warning anywhere to _inform_ you of this little detail of the establishment so you end up sitting there for a while, feeling like a douche because all the women are ignoring you. None of the guys at the stage were approached, except during the break between sets. But I did try to get the attention of a few women. As they walked by I made eye-contact with a few, but they never approached me. I also thought that maybe I looked weird or something because I had a glass of club soda sitting in front of me instead of a longneck like every other guy there.

There were more women patrons in this club than I had ever seen in my life. Several girls were there with boyfriends but a few were there alone. I saw girls give tips at the stage and I saw girls getting lap dances. One cute, waifish girl sat next to me briefly at the stage. She laid down five one dollar bills on the rail and sat back. "You're making me look bad," I said to her. The girl smiled and without taking her eyes off the stage said, "She's my favorite." The cute lezie walked back to the bar after watching for one song; later I noticed her getting several lap dances from a different dancer.

The ugliest dancer in the club was a tall black girl with long straight blonde hair. I would bet money that she was once a man. Her feet were HUGE...like a men's size twelve. She wore heels and her toes were sticking out the front. She also had a man-ish face, visible breast implant scars, and was muscular in all the wrong places. She stripped naked and she _did_ have a pussy that looked real enough. The drunk guy next to me leaned over and said, "Wow, her legs are as long as my trailer!" I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I retorted with, "And look at her feet! They're as big as my car." I don't think he understood what I had said and he didn't respond. And then I started to wonder if his statement was really a compliment...usually commenting on a woman having long legs is a compliment. But...I just couldn't imagine anyone finding this dancer attractive. I could barely sit at the stage, I wanted to run away. But I dutifully tipped a few bucks, just like everybody else. Later I saw this 'girl' entertaining a group of guys in one of the booths. I got the impression that she was quite popular and I couldn't understand it!

I was sitting at the stage for a long while and getting increasingly frustrated that no one was approaching me for dances. I figured I might have better luck if I moved to a table near the stage so that's what I did. Shortly afterwards, one dancer did approach me, but she wasn't one that I was looking for, so I politely declined her invitation for a dance. While sitting at the stage and watching the parade of beauties who were there that night, I had started to make a mental list of which ones I wanted to get lap dances from. Eventually one girl became my must-have girl for the night, a cute girl with a Russian name and east European features. She had long straight blonde hair, a lightly tanned complexion, and beautiful tits with puffy nipples. She was my favorite and there were a few others that were also in the running. But, as I said, getting their attention wasn't enough and I was starting to think it wasn't worth it.

A young brunette came over and offered a dance and I agreed; she was cute in the conventional sense and one of the ones on my list. Her name was Callie. She lead me to a booth on one side of the club and we settled in. She asked me where I was from and when I told her where I was from she said that she had been there once. "I bought a homeless man a hamburger there," she offered. Then she told the story of passing through the city and having a homeless man knock on the window of the car. Callie was startled. He had wanted money, but she decided to buy him some food instead. "I don't want to give them money because they would buy alcohol with it," she said, "So I drove to McDonald's and bought him a hamburger at McDonalds." Then she told me that she only went to McDonald's because it was the closest place. "I'm a vegan." she said and I laughed. I made a joke about how she should've tried to convert the homeless man into a vegetarian. I made a few more funny comments about the situation and got an authentic laugh out of her.

We danced for two songs. The dance was decent, but there wasn't any grinding, just her gently rubbing her body against mine. They were decent dances and she had an appearance that was pleasant to my eyes. After our two songs were over, she asked me what the clubs were like in my town. "I've thought about traveling," Callie explained, "But I don't know what other cities are like and I'd hate to go somewhere and not be able to work." I gave her an accurate description of the clubs in my city and also told her she should check out the StripperWeb web site. I wished her luck and returned to my table.

I noticed the Russian blonde that I liked wandering around the club, seeking someone to dance with. After circling the room once, no one was buying so she sat down alone at a table nearby. I had enough with trying to make her come toward me so I walked over and plopped down beside her. She giggled a little. It was probably unusual for someone to do this. In this club, I never saw someone go after a dancer in order to get a dance. I asked, "Would you like a dance?" I quickly realized that this girl spoke very little English. I pointed at myself and then at her and said, "I'll dance for you." She smiled and said, "No." Then I sighed and said, "Okay...how about you dance for me?" She nodded her head in agreement.

She led me back to a booth and we chatted briefly while waiting for the next song to start. I'm not sure how much she understood of what I said, but this is what I gathered about her. She's from Russia and she came to Anchorage to work for the summer (a common theme among a lot of people I met during the trip). We agreed that Alaska is a very beautiful place.

I ended up getting four dances from the Russian girl. I loved how her eyes looked while she danced and if I had an unlimited supply of cash I would've happily bought more dances. After each dance she smiled at me and asked, "More?" in her thick Russian accent. I could only nod and say, "Yes" in response. She was irresistible to me.

It was nearly two in the morning when I finished up my dances. There were still a lot of people in the club as I walked out into the night and got into a cab. A few minutes into my cab ride it dawned on me that it was dark outside. This was the first time I had seen darkness since I had arrived in Anchorage. I chatted with my cab driver on the way home. "Have a good time?" he asked. "Oh yea," I replied. We got to talking about the other clubs in town and he said that Bush Company was the best but there were others that were good too. "But they don't serve alcohol," he said. When I asked why he said, "Because the lap dances are nude there." I sighed and asked if there was more contact too. "Yea, there is," he said.

I had a really good time at the Bush Company and was glad I had gone. It was certainly an unusual experience. The club is really unique because of its decor and reputation for having the best looking dancers in Alaska. Although I do regret not having checked out one of the nude clubs. The lack of contact at Bush Company is the main reason that I wouldn't make a repeat visit.

hockeybobby
07-15-2008, 07:34 PM
If i'm ever in Alaska, that place sounds interesting enough to visit. What the hell, have a beer and check out some pretty girls in a saloon...why not?
Nice report.

Golden_Rule
07-15-2008, 08:39 PM
The story was well told so I'm not talking about you Slam. It was well writen.

The energy level and fun quotent in that club just seems very low to me. I'd have to leave for fear of drifting off into nappy time.

Again NOTHING to do with you or how you told your trip report.

SlamTheDoor
07-16-2008, 04:59 AM
The energy level and fun quotent in that club just seems very low to me. I'd have to leave for fear of drifting off into nappy time.

I can understand that. If I had a car, I probably would've left sooner. As it was, I spent a lot more time than I expected watching an empty stage. Still, there were more people in the club than I would've expected for a Sunday night. Also (and I neglected to mention this in my report) the dancers put on a very good stage show. None of them looked bored or disinterested while on stage; each one put a lot of energy and effort into stripping.

Golden_Rule
07-16-2008, 10:16 PM
I can understand that. If I had a car, I probably would've left sooner. As it was, I spent a lot more time than I expected watching an empty stage. Still, there were more people in the club than I would've expected for a Sunday night. Also (and I neglected to mention this in my report) the dancers put on a very good stage show. None of them looked bored or disinterested while on stage; each one put a lot of energy and effort into stripping.

Well that is cool.

It just had so much upside potential.

Wild, woolly, frontier overtones. I can just see those rooms upstairs and what they were probably used for at one time. :)

Golden_Rule
07-18-2008, 01:45 AM
T'was driving around tonight. Restless and needed to get out. Hit a go-go place not too far from me and decided to have a couple of drinks with my old friend Jack Daniels.

I plop down at a dark corner all alone at the end of the bar, away from all the hub bub at the other end. The barmaid finally sees me and comes over . Very down to earth, truly real and sweet gal this barmaid. I enjoy her company. Easy laugh and naturally, not artificially, friendly. Ordered up a bottle of Coors Light. Asked her to come over and have a shot with me. She did. Me, JD, her XXX vodka. We drink a toast to life with no regrets. We chat for a bit and she goes off to tend to her busy bar.

I say hello to a couple of dancer friends. One I hadn't seen for awhile. She comes over, we talk, I ask her if she wants to head out when she gets off at 11pm and do something. She rolls her eyes in a "Oh great, NOW he asks", manner and says she has a ride coming and can't get out of it but if they don't show she's down. She goes off to make some money. I cross my fingers, because I really could use the company, and hope her friends don't show.

I spend time with the owner of the place and give him a new courtesy card [if you need that explained PM me... I am not talking about it out here]. We talk about the business. I buy him a drink. He buys one for me. We yak some more. He goes about his business.

Speaking of friends, I make two new ones this night. One dancer, a very pretty blond, I recruit for our private parties. I think she'll do great.

The second is very attractive Brazilian. We talk for quite some time... many table dances. We hit it off. She takes her leave but right after her set and a walk around the bar she comes back. We talk, making goo-goo eyes [geeze, I have a thing for Brazilian women]. She pops a piece of gum. I ask if I can have one too. She says certainly and then goes to get a piece. No more gum!

I get ballsy and I ask her if I can have half of hers. She looks at me very quizzically because her piece is already in her mouth. I lock eyes on her and she turns a lovely shade of red around her cheeks and I move closer to her, waiting a beat to see if she accepts the invitation. She does. We kiss. We each have half a piece of gum when we finish. I'm laughing. She is giggling like a school girl. Very nice. We talk some more and I tell her I am leaving soon. I ask her if she would like to give me a dance.

I pay the fee at the bar and we adjourn to what this place laughingly calls a lap dance room. A small section cut off from the dance floor by curtains on two sides and walls on the other two. One of the curtains can not be fully closed, so privacy is not a consideration. I'm not looking for serious mileage though. Just an extension of the very big flirting we were doing at the bar.

We enter the room, dance for a little bit, and then we both get very silly and start making out like high school kids. God I love kissing. It is the most intimate thing. More intimate than simply fucking, I swear. I had no intention of it getting that involved - just one dance, and we didn't do anything other than the kissing and groping a little when the kissing got very hot, but it was just so ... so... intense. Soft when it ought to have been soft... hard when it should have been hard. Very, very, sensual and very lusty. I truly don't know what got into her, or me for that matter, but I think I am in lust down all the way to my toes. I don't know if she knew it but at that moment I would have given her my house, my car... LOL... This woman could KISS.

I paid $40 for the extra dances [only paid $20 house fee - well $10 to the house, the dancer gets the other $10] to the bartender for the one going in, we had three before we realized if we kept up like that something was going to give and we both knew we had to stop] and then gave her an extra $40. To tell you the truth I didn't know how that was going to fly. Kissing like that is obviously not on the menu, and I was hoping she wouldn't get insulted but I did want to show my appreciation of a lovely, spontaneous, event. An extra $20 sounded cheap. $60 sounded to me like I expected it and was payng her for kissing me. $40 sounded like "Thank you.", so $40 it was.

A couple of the dancers apparently had walked past the half open curtain while we were in there. Their dressing room door is adjacent to the open side of the curtain. Neither of us noticed anyone. Not that we could of. Her back was to the curtain and I was in no condition to be playing look out. However we got some really bizarre looks when we came out. You know the, "I know what you were doing" smile sort of stuff. So I have to figure we got snagged. Luckily I know both these dancers and they aren't likely to tattle to the headmaster, or give this dancer any crap. In fact one of them is VERY cool and probably would have played look out for me if I had asked her. :)

I went back to the bar and finished what was left of my beer, now warm but it felt good anyway. My friend came over and told me her mom's friends had paged her and they were coming to pick her up [I know how that sounds but she is without a license right now and needs a lift to get back and forth from the club - she should have it back soon]. I curse my luck and we agree to hook up on Tuesday.

I head out into the night... Not sure if I was better or worse off than when I went in.

Four hours... $200 lighter of wallet [I bought a few rounds for my acquaintances]

Jay Zeno
07-29-2008, 02:27 PM
I don't go to clubs with other guys, but I've made a few exceptions from time to time. I was on the road, and it was one of those exceptions. I got in touch with the Man, the Myth, the Legend. He was agreeable. He offered to play tour guide.

So Chili Palmer and I headed out to a new club, for me, Club MOTheR. (Middle Of The Road). He wanted me to see something new in Phoenix. We parked ass against a wall and watched the talent parade by. My focus at Club MOTherR was about to be consumed by one theme.

A girl, Perky, waltzes out of the dressing room. Not Chili's type. Really my type. She stops at Chili's lap and chatters with him delightfully, with a couple side comments between her and me. He's apparently so charmed that he goes against type and gets a couple laps. I wait patiently. I like her chatter, I like her look, and Chili's a bud I don't mind getting leftovers from. After two dances, body type overrules his surrender to personality, and he calls a stop. I wait for her to slide over and smile at me, but she runs off to another table, where she sits and socializes with a couple guys for the rest of the night. She got about three dances from them during the hour (?) or so that we remained.

Martina came by, nice Slav lady with the Lee Press-On Breasts and Nails package. She got a couple dances and left. I looked over at Perky. Nothing. I watched more, turned down my share, and was finally taken in by Freckles. Nice dances. Left. I looked over at Perky, caught her eye, smiled, got a smile back, then she turned her attention to her social group.

Meanwhile, Chili was disappearing and reappearing with members of the Buxom Beauty Brigade. We talked about my Perky dilemma. We were both amused. Then Perky gets called to stage. Chili goes up to the stage, which perhaps made him the only patron that night in Phoenix to actually go to the stage. They chatted, he came back to the table. I accused him of pimping for me, and he acknowledged that was the case. "She's coming over after her set."

She didn't. She ran to the dressing room, disappeared for a day or two, then joined her group again. I was obviously wearing the Mask of Repulsion, because she was repulsed.

Chili was done. We headed out, at his recommendation, back to Club Never ( "A Chili Night in Phoenix").

Continued next posting.

Jay Zeno
07-29-2008, 02:28 PM
Part 2.

Chili and I headed out from the first club, at his recommendation, back to Club Never. Chili had a feeling it would be better tonight. Plus, he had some object of affection supposed to be there.

For a while, it lived up to the name, with dancers flouncing off the stages and giving us a wide berth. I staved off a couple sneak attacks from the rear and another couple that looked good but Chili, being the good guy that he is, warned me about.

Finally, Chili was disappearing with a muscular type, when I felt a breast squished over the top of my head, a set of sure fingers massaging my traps, and a nice voice asking if I wanted company. Well, that was a pretty good attack from the rear, so I said yes. We chatted, she offered up a dance, I said sure, and she continued with her opening move. Apparently, she had a trapezius fetish because she didn't stop. But I don't share that fetish, I wasn't there for a shoulder massage, and I thanked her after one song.

Then Joy shows up, perches on my lap, gives me the time of day for longer than she really needed to, and got her dance. Nice dance. Then another. Then she suggested Lap Central. "What's the story there?" I asked. (Chili had briefed me, but I wanted the lady's perception.) Cost more, could be more naughty. I agreed.

Well, due to club dynamics, we ended up in Lap Central Inner Sanctum, all by ourselves, in a big comfy chair. She perched on my lap and gave me a list of rules. Well... the list was short. The playing field was open except for the pink zone.

So we settled in, and was it ever nice. Tender, gentle, humorous, energetic, rough. We were careful not to leave marks. After a bunch of time in heaven, the DJ says her name, she said, "Oh, shit!" and wonders if I'll be around after her set. I tell her I don't know. She goes to stage, I go to my seat, and am joined after a bit by Chili, who has finally managed to wriggle free from the cleavage trap where he'd been held prisoner. We compare stories. He's completely taken by this newest lady, who is just an irresistible style for him. I ask if we need to leave, and no, he's still seeing if another lady shows up who also has an irresistible style for him.

Joy is on her last song now, and I go over before someone else snags her, tell her I'm still there, and she can collect me at the entrance to Lap Central, if she wants. She wants. She does. This time, we were in coach class, but it was every bit as nice, except she had many more sideways glances. I don't know if she got into it as much as she appeared to get into it, but that not knowing makes it really good SS, the kind you buy happily. Much happy noises, many compliments tossed around.

I finally start to feel that Chili might well be waiting for me. Besides, my budget was getting played out. I cooled it down, she was very happy, and whispered rather huskily to me, "When you please yourself tonight, I want you to scream my name. Because tonight, I'll scream yours." Really good.

I went back to the floor. Chili was not there, having been caught in Cleavage Trap #2. I sat at the bar, enjoying the afterglow, till he showed up, and we talked quite merrily back to home base.

A really good night.

FBR
07-29-2008, 05:27 PM
Jay, a bad ass and entertaining TR :)

I cracked up reading this:


She goes to stage, I go to my seat, and am joined after a bit by Chili, who has finally managed to wriggle free from the cleavage trap where he'd been held prisoner

We all know CP is a major boobage man so it was fun visualizing him trying to somehow disengage himself from all that female flesh in order to rendezvous with his bud. Talk about torn loyalties :D

Awesome.

FBR

hockeybobby
07-29-2008, 05:50 PM
Sounds like a fun night. Nice TR Jay.

UtahMike
07-29-2008, 09:32 PM
Hmm...Arizona....not that far from Utah...hmmm...

Chili Palmer
07-29-2008, 11:11 PM
I wasn't sure if JZ was gonna post a TR or keep it UTR, but FTR I'm glad he did. (Did that sentence set an acronym record, btw?)

Like JZ, I don't go to strip clubs to see or socialize with other guys. I'll make exceptions (azdd and Richard Head are both good/fun guys here in Phoenix to club with), but I'll always make an exception for our fearless mod. One big difference between JZ and me is that I slipped (okay, leaped) over to the dark side years ago, whereas JZ absolutely has lines he simply won't cross. I really respect that, because he still manages to have a great time, spend money, gets lots of laps and enjoy the dancers. We also have somewhat divergent tastes in dancers, so we're usually not lusting after the same ones, which can be a problem when RH, azdd and I are in the same club (poor Nicki wouldn't know what to do with herself, right guys?)

This time around, JZ insisted on buying dinner (it was my treat last time), so that tells you everything you need to know that Jay is a standup guy. The food was decent, the service was Phoenix's usual (meaning unintentionally mediocre; they just don't know any better in this town), and all I kept thinking about was losing an extra half hour of lap time waiting for the check, etc.

Like Jay said, this effervescent blonde popped out of the DR and plopped onto my lap. Hot, young, blonde and from Miami visiting for a short time. Now, for me, certain cities mean certain things, based on my experiences (so please don't tell me I'm wrong). If a dancer tells me she's from San Francisco, I wouldn't lap her if she offered to pay me. Period. A dancer from LA or Houston, well, she'll get a trial if she's my type. Las Vegas; I know she's a money grubbing hustler (and I mean that as a compliment) so I know I'll probably get what I want, but I'll have to pay top dollar to do so. Miami is almost like Houston in my book, so at $10 a throw, how could I lose? Worst that happens is a smokin' hot 20 year old girl writhes next to me for 3 1/2 minutes. When she finished, she waltzed away, and simply self-fuckoed with no money losers for the next hour. After I gave her a stage tip and told her my friend had been waiting all night for her, she promised she'd be right over. Nope. Never even came to our side of the club again. That's one of the reasons I laugh whenever I read how "terrible" Phoenix is. It may not be 1999-2002, but every club I go to has guys buying laps and attractive girls who choose to staying busy.

Club #2 has a current fave: a ragin' Cajun Octaroon (I hope that's not an epithet, but I read that term in a book once) gorgeous fitness dancer (think Rhianna with D cups and muscles). Jay and I kept passing each other in and out of the VIP room. The only clinker of the night came when I tried out a Camwithher "Carmen"-level hottie in the VIP who gave Hummer3 mileage. I finished off with another muscle girl dancer who remembered me from my last visit with her months earlier: i apologized I caught her at the end of the evening and had only $60 left to spend on her. C'est la vie.

All in all, a fun visit with a great internet friend. Thanks, Jay.

CP

FBR
07-30-2008, 09:21 PM
^^ Great trip report CP :)

FBR

Jay Zeno
07-30-2008, 09:52 PM
Effervescent blonde was the mystery of the night. Whatever she made with the other guys, she could've equaled or exceeded with me in one-fifth the time. Maybe I really was repulsive to her. Or maybe she didn't screw the brain down tight that evening. Oh, well.

But that meant I had budget left for the other effervescent and responsive blonde in Club #2. Karma worked OK that night.

azdd
07-30-2008, 10:23 PM
We also have somewhat divergent tastes in dancers, so we're usually not lusting after the same ones, which can be a problem when RH, azdd and I are in the same club (poor Nicki wouldn't know what to do with herself, right guys?)
CP

She would be with me of course, based on seniority and longevity, not you young whippersnappers! Plus, she really, really likes me. I just know it. ;)

Golden_Rule
07-31-2008, 04:20 AM
One big difference between JZ and me is that I slipped (okay, leaped) over to the dark side years ago, whereas JZ absolutely has lines he simply won't cross.

I can give points for that because he's doing something I can't, or won't do. I'm too much of a hedonist to leave the carrot dangling out at the end of the stick. I'm going to find a way, if it is possible, to have the carrot if the carrot is what I want. :)

BTW, nothing wrong with the dark side. Just bring a torch so you don't bump your head or trip and it's just fine. :)

safado
08-22-2008, 03:20 PM
About 4 weeks ago I took a trip to Cheaters in Providence, I have heard stories about it for the last three years. It was a Tuesday afternoon I arrived around 3pm. Most of the women are either fat ugly or some combination of both. I had three beers while I was looking for something decent looking, during this time various dancers came over to me and offered BJ's and FS in the booths.

Around 4:00 I noticed I cute little asian on the stage upstairs she was about 5ft 100lbs with firm B cups. I went over and tipped her $1 and she let me grope her tits and ass. About 30 min later she was on stage on the first floor I tipped her $1 again.

When she got off stage she came to see me and asked if I wanted to go to a booth, so I asked "what do I get" she said "everything, a BJ and you can fuck me" so I asked "how much?" She said $35 for the booth and $150 for me, I told her that I only had $145 that I could pay her $110 so she said there is an ATM, I said I don't have my ATM card. She said ok she will do it for $110. I bought the $35 booth ticket and she grabbed a hand full of cocktail napkins and we went into a dirty little booth. She gave CBJ and the multiple positions.

On the way home I was slightly grossed out by the dirty booth, but the next day I was thinking that I will go back sometime in the future.

safado
08-22-2008, 03:35 PM
Last week I was bored on Tuesday night so I stopped by Fantasies in Providence for a little while, I got there around 7:3pm. It was slow, not too many dancers. I was there for less than 2 hours. I tipped a few dancers at the stage. A young thin Brazilian girl, I think her name was Carol came over and introduced herself. I spoke with her for a few minutes and then decided to try her out for a dance, the dances are $10 on Mondays and Tuesday. The dances the she gave were good with a lot of grinding but she was a bit on the mechanical side, I got 2 dances. When I go back I am not sure if I will get more dances from her, I would probably give another dancer a try.

safado
08-22-2008, 03:52 PM
After I left Fantasies I stopped by the Foxy Lady, the last time I went there was over two years ago. I heard that they put booths in the lap dance area and wanted to check it out, I got there around 10pm. The cover charge was $10, there is a sign up that says that the booth dances are $50 for 2. There were a too many customers and not enough dancers. I was approached by a brazilian dancer, we talked for a few minutes and then she asked if I wanted a dance, I asked her how much, she said $25 for one, I am confused as to why the sign says $50 for 2. The dance area is all booths with curtains now. I ended up getting two dances, the dances were two way full contact nude.

I like the booth set-up this could be good for extras, my budget was only $50 so I did not try to see what else was on the menu but there was plenty of hand roaming allowed at the standard dance price. my only complaint is that the area is too damn dark. I looks like the Foxy is following the trend of the other Providence clubs.

Rip
08-24-2008, 05:09 PM
Yes, it's been a *long* time. Lackabux. Lost my feculent job in The City (just a few blocks from a v. nice club). Finally back on my feet again, still not makin' much, but after several months of industry & frugality finally had some cash saved up.

I actually headed into town for a political mtg (Yes on prostitution decrim); there wuz a pretty cute, articulate young lady w/ good interpersonal sensitivity there (I said "hi" to her after the mtg, but we digress; this wuz, after all, biz, so to speak). Then I figgered, "What the Hell, I'm in town, it's time." Grabbed the SF Weekly to see what discount passes they had.

I hadn't been anyplace raunchy for years, so I decided to chk out one of the Tenderloin joints -- $20 cover after the $10-off coupon >sigh<. It wuz early (before 9 pm) & I think I wuz the only guy in the joint. Abt half a dozen girlz lounging around not doing much. One semi-attractive dancer on stage; I bellied up to the tiprail & smiled at her. She came over but didn't give much contact (this wuz a booze-free place, & usually they ante up pretty well, but not this time).

After her set I waited for the next dancer -- and there wasn't any! Seems they didn't wanna put out very much that early. Anyway I started looking pretty dumb sitting by an empty stage, so I got up & wandered around a bit. The girl who had been dancing came over & started to hustle: "C'mere, me 'n' my friend wanna show you something!" Well, I generally don't mind if girls show me things, so I consented; she grabbed me by the hand & led me to the back, calling out to her buddy, who joined us. We went to a booth (full-length benches, yep, the place is a whorehouse) & the dancer moved around behind me & plastered herself against my back. Her 'friend' stayed in front of me about 3 feet away (new? shy? doesn't like heavy hustle?), so I reached out & put my arm around her waist. I mean c'mon, if yer gonna hustle, act like you mean it! The more aggressive girls'll drag all yr custies off bodily if you don't stake yr claim better than that. So they tried to talk me into 'partying,' & I just stonewalled them; this went on for several minutes & I finally called it off.

Still no-one onstage in the main room! I spied a pretty good-looking brunette sitting on one of the couches (there are about 5 bays around the room w/ couches, and, I s'poze, curtains, prolly fer quickies). She was quite nice & I definitely would have explored things further as the nite progressed, but it wuz way too early for me to get clipped. We parted on good terms & she started reading a book. I roamed a bit to check out the other talent. Sat down next to another lady, said "hi," & she pretty much ignored me, so I got up. Finally a couple of dancers showed up onstage, so I went back to the tiprail; they pretty much ignored me, so I left. Sat down next to *another* girl who quoted me $300 for 15 min. of "full contact!" I told her I could get an hour w/ a midscale escort for $300, & she said, "Well, I'm a lot cleaner than a midscale escort." I just said, "not the ones who know what they're doing!" In fact I know enuf folks in the biz from my political work to find clean girls if I want to (but actually I wasn't out for extras anyway). We chatted a bit more: "Kinda slow, huh?" -- "Yeah, it usually picks up around midnite." I decided there wasn't enuf happening there so I split, planning to return after things had warmed up a bit. I had a stamp good until 3 am.

I didn't want to pay another cover, & all the "free entry w/ this coupon" places (topless bars) were in North Beach, so I walked there & returned to an old haunt, still fairly early. Much nicer. Quite a few good-looking girls, but a bit too dark for my taste (the lighting, I mean, not the girls). I tipped the greeter guy & headed for the men's room (I make a real effort to keep my hands clean), tipped the troll, got some Burberry & a mint (also a complimentary cigarette). Off to the tiprail.

This club has about the lowest stage contact, but the girls make up for it when they hustle. It also has one ministage where the next dancer in the rotation has to stand (a good way to make sure she's there when she's s'pozed to be onstage, I guess). Mostly they just stand there looking bored, and occasionally jiggle a bit, but I usually walk up & say "hi" & often tip them; they're usually pretty friendly & it's a good chance for us to check ea. other out a bit. I sat @ the tiprail for a couple of turns (only 2 songs each, they have a lot of girls); I dutifully put a little respect on stage, & see how the dancer in question reacts. Tonite the first couple of girls seemed to be on another planet; they would shake their booties a little bit in my general direction but otherwise didn't seem to know I wuz there. I got up & moved back to the "free-fire" zone to see whether anyone would approach me. "Hard-to-get" doesn't work w/ me in a strip club, I know better. I'll just find someone else.

I've actually developed my overall social skills quite a bit since the last time I went clubbing, & it paid off. I got a Heineken (rare for me, they're $7.50 ea. + tip, & I prefer to save my resources for the girls). A gorgeous slim blonde was on the ministage, so I went over & said "hi;" we started making friends & I sauntered over to the main stage when it was her turn, but she didn't put out a whole lot (only 2-3 other guys there, too, it wasn't like she had to play to an overflow house). But she collared me after her set, so we wandered off to the (rather uncomfortable) chairs so she could work me. She plopped down on my lap & did the usual stuff -- she was really hot looking, but she gave up pretty easily, so I went back to the hunt.

There wuz another blonde on the ministage, not quite so gorgeous or slim, but still pretty damn' nice, so I sauntered over -- "What's your name, howzit goin', blah blah blah. . ." and we went over to the main stage in due course. Surprise! She boobed me & did the leg-on-shoulder bit -- definitely against the rules but she was pretty quick & got away w/ it. Then, of course, off to the tables & sitting on my lap. She told me she likes to give guys a little preview of what she's like in VIP. Hey! A gal who knows her business! We played friends for a while & she popped the question. I said, "Not right now but feel free to check in w/ me later." We parted, & I was starting to feel much better.

Well, what next? I figgered I'd let some girls try the full-on vertical approach, so I wandered over to the bar & got a beer. I didn't have to wait long. A cute blonde came over & moved in close, so I put my arm around her waist & we talked a bit. She seemed friendly enuf, so I asked whether she would like to have a seat (the bar had high stools & the girls usually have to stand if they wanna make their point; it's awkward to move two stools close enuf to have much contact). She says "Sure!" & off we go back to the open seating. So I have another gorgeous girl on my lap (I'm beginning to lose track). Her face wasn't quite so pretty, but she had a great bod, & she was really friendly: she hugged me a lot, rubbed her cheek against mine, played w/ my shirt buttons, & stayed on my lap for a long time, prolly an hour or more. Very good for my brain chemistry. I gave her some good rubs and even felt up her boob a little bit. But all good things must come to an end, so eventually she wandered off to find fresh meat.

So it went. I spent most of the time w/ a girl on my lap. One Asian (Korean, as it turned out) whom I befriended @ the ministage actually went back to the dressing room to get her cell 'phone to show me some spiritual encouragement that she had stored as a text message; it turned out that we're in the same church! When I told her I was still deciding whom to get a dance from she said, "Look for me when they announce the last dance." I did, but couldn't find her; one hopes she had found someone to take her to VIP. I actually went back the next day & left her a note saying that I had looked for her, hoped she had found some decent action, & thanked her for the encouragement.

There were a couple of duds. @ one point I noticed a girl sitting alone @ a table, joined her (w/ her permission, of course), & rapped for a short while, but she didn't show any interest so I took my leave. I wonder if she got any dances that nite; she was sitting in a corner & showed almost as much life as a pet rock. But mebbe I just caught her @ a bad time. There was another I chatted up briefly, w/ the same result. But I moved on quickly, & all in all had a great time. Even tho' it wuz low key, I got a lot of lap mileage for just a bunch of stage tips & a couple of drinks. I didn't lie to any of the girls (promises I didn't keep, etc.) and I didn't hand 'em any [smelly brown organic fertilizer] when they said, "Hey, I'm working, I gotta keep moving." I finally did get a dance from Blonde #2 (the one w/ the stage action) since I couldn't find the Korean girl. Those dances are ridiculous: almost air dances for $20, & I flat wouldn't pay for them ordinarily, but I see it as payment for services already rendered. Some of those girls will sit on my lap for a long time.

So I closed the place; I never got back to the downtown club, even tho' I had a stamp, because it was going so well I decided to stick w/ what was working.

Rip

Golden_Rule
08-25-2008, 03:16 AM
Nice reports. Very real feel. Almost like I was there myself.

Jay Zeno
08-26-2008, 09:01 PM
Had extra time in the city. I have given up on my old favorite club, the land where Ms. Sensuous, Blondegoddess, Leggy, and others roamed. I went to a somewhat out of the way place. Been there before. It was all right. I was ready for a change.

Small drink for high price, bright smile from the waitress. Sparse afternoon crowd. The dancers were having to force enthusiasm. I made the pilgrimage back and forth to pay my dues and get a smile. Pretty normal for an early week afternoon.

Kate gets called up, and I'm rather taken. She's energetic, flashing a brilliant smile. I plop down a somewhat higher than average stage tip and am rewarded with stage antics both near and very near. We trade a couple jibes. She's fun. Hot prospect. I invite her over to my table, she accepts, and actually does come over after her set without wandering off in an ADD daze. Things are going grand.

We chat like old friends. Well, I'm the old one, but the conversation flows nicely. Time marches on, and if we don't get to the Grind Routine soon, I won't have time left. I pop the question, and she's pleased. We sashay off to Lap Central, where she tells me it's my lucky day, because she's running two-fers, and she'll run the two-fer as long as I want her to dance. Grand. Deep inside, I'm a little uneasy with the stereotypical, "If she's got a special running, maybe it's not so good." But it's worth a chance.

She sits on my lap, all affectionate, until a new song starts, stands up, loses her clothes, and sits back on my lap, back to me, rubbing softly. My previous experience in this place tells me that at least some casual touching is just fine. so I gently rest fingers on her waist and murmur, "Is this all right?" She responds, rather emphatically, "I insist you put your hands on me!"

Well, it all went pretty easily from there. I rather lost count, but we got hot, mixed in with joking and humor, cooled down, got hot again, and just had a grand ol' time in the back seat of that '57 Chevy.... errr, I mean on that chair in Lap Central. At one point, she looked up, said, "The bouncer's walking through," and rose up a little bit, flinging her head around, yelling, "Oh, stick in IN! Stick in IN! Feels so GOOD!" and laughed at the bouncer, who shook his head and walked off. She nestled back against me. I said, "Gosh, now you can get away with ANYTHING," and she said I was perceptive.

Finally had to call it quits. She watched me pick up my phone, stopped me, and dictated her number to me before I parked it. We returned to the main room, where she sat at my table for a while longer, cuddling up and talking earnestly.

Pretty darn good. She's great company, she has a style that's sensuous and energetic, an endless good-natured attitude, and apparently doesn't mind being girlfriendish with an old fart who gets laps in bunches and is reasonably respectful. If she's not truly enjoying herself during the dances, she's the best actress I've ever seen (which, admittedly, is a possibility). She texted me a week later, telling me that she missed me. Of course, I envision her texting the same thing to 20 guys, but you know what? It's good. She's giving it the earnest effort. Such energy needs to be rewarded. And I like her. I'll be back.

hockeybobby
08-27-2008, 06:43 AM
uh oh...I fear a "does she really like me?" thread is coming soon.

But seriously, sounds like a near perfect afternoon to me. Nice TR, thanks.

SlamTheDoor
09-10-2008, 11:48 AM
The first place that I ever got a lap dance was at The Wagon Wheel in Baltimore. In fact, in 1997 that was the only place I knew of that even had lap dances. Now, just about all clubs in the city have some form of lap dancing but last weekend I realized that The Wheel is still the best place to go. It was my first visit in over six years, so I was very curious about what had changed during the intervening years.

The Wagon Wheel is officially known as The Player's Club; but my friends and I have always called it 'Wagon Wheel' or 'The Wheel'. There's a yearly membership fee to join the club and then a cover charge each time you visit. I paid $35 on this visit to cover the year of membership and the cover charge for the night.

The club is laid out basically the same as I remembered, but with a lot of improvements. The bar is much smaller and is in the corner on the left side of the club as soon as you come in. This freed up a lot of space for tables on the left side of the club. Big stage in the middle, right side of the club (which was a relatively new addition last time I was there) and two smaller stages in the corners that have always been there. Lap dance area is in the back, and there's a small wall (not all the way to the ceiling, but about six feet high) that gives the lap area some privacy. There are a few small benches back in that area, but it's mostly small black wooden chairs. No real privacy between you and other lappers. It's not very big club and the ceiling feels unusually low, but it's a nice, simple, and clean place.

I took a seat at the main stage and I was the only one sitting there. A few guys were sitting at tables around the small front stage and other guys were scattered around. Looking around the club, I saw a lot of guys who weren't tipping and a lot of guys not getting dances.

Most everyone had brought their own drinks; this is a BYOB club. I walked over to the bar and ordered a soda, which was only a couple bucks. No waitresses were walking around. Most of the dancers seemed to be sitting around the bar. When I ordered my drink there was a really cute dancer sitting there and I noticed she was eating out of a bag of potato chips. "Don't be eyeing my chips," she said to me. I teased her about the chips. This girl was damn good looking, like Beyonce in "Dreamgirls".

One thing that was very satisfying was the quality of the women at the club. Without a doubt, the best overall group of dancers I've seen at a club recently. My memory of The Wheel was that, although there were a few stunning beauties, they always had a few VERY unappealing dancers too; but this time, none at all. They were all in their twenties and I'd guess most in their early twenties. At worst, a few were thick in the hips and thighs, but even those were good looking overall. Really, the attractiveness of the dancers surprised me a lot. And there were a lot of girls too, about twenty.

Girls danced for one song on the main stage, and then moved to the small stage for a second song. They'd strip mid-way through the first song. These were short songs too; I didn't think they had enough time to really do much stage work. A few still went through some impressive moves regardless of the short song length, but most just shook their bodies and collected their tip (remember, it was just me at the stage). Every girl accepted tips the same way. I'd hold the bill in my hand and they'd grab it with their bare breasts. Often this was preceded by rubbing their tits against my face. All the girls flashed a smile and said "Thank you". A few introduced themselves or asked my name.

One girl who asked my name after I tipped her was 'Cee'. She asked if I had been there before and I admitted that it had been a long time. "I don't remember ever seeing you before so, nice to meet you," she said. 'Cee' was just a little bit more personable than everybody else. She left my stage and then danced on the second stage. Not long after that, she came over to me. "Do you mind some company, or would you prefer to sit alone?" she asked. I assured her that I'd enjoy her company and she sat down at the stage next to me. She took a seat and rested her hand on my knee. 'Cee' has a cute face, long brown hair, and large breasts. She was wearing a leopard-spotted loin-cloth-like g-string and a loose leopard-spotted bikini top.

We talked for a long while...she did most of the talking. 'Cee' is very genuine. We talked about travel and...just various normal things. But, I was still tipping the girls on stage and my bucks were dwindling. I moved us to a table away from the stage and we continued talking while she sat on my lap. After a long while she asked, "Are you thinking of getting any dances tonight?" I told her I was and she then asked me when I'd like to start and I told her right away. She led me back to the lap dance area. "Let's take the empty seat in the corner," she suggested.

I sat down and 'Cee' stood in front of me and removed her top. "You've been here before so you know the deal, right?" she asked. I suggested she remind me. "You can touch anywhere except here, " she said while pointing at her crotch. "It's thirty dollars a song and one hundred for four," she said, "For somebody I like I do four for a hundred, if they want." I was fairly sure at that point that I'd want the four because, she had really hit all the right buttons by this point. She was friendly and there had been no pressure into getting the dances.

Our four dances were fantastic. Her grind was one of the best I've had in a long time. While she was sitting on my lap and grinding for a long time with a steady rhythm, she placed her hand between us and began rubbing herself as she moaned softly into my ear. After about three songs of this grinding she treated me to some other positions. I really enjoyed it when she sat on my lap facing me, and then leaned all the way back to rest her head on the chair in front of us so she was lying on her back in front of me. That gave me have easy access to her nipples.

After four dances she asked if I wanted to stop. I wanted to continue so we quickly agreed on three more dances. But she knew she'd have to go on stage after the next two songs but she'd be back for me afterwards. The next two songs continued the fantastic treatment that I received for the initial four songs. I was in heaven. After our two songs ended 'Cee' went to the stage. By then, the club had become a lot busier and every seat at the stage was taken. So, I returned to my table and just watched the stage show.

'Cee' danced for her two songs and then collected a few tips before returning to me. I had low expectations for our last song because the rhythm had been broken and there wasn't enough time to build up to where we were when our last dance ended. But I was pleasantly surprised because that last single dance was the best out of all of them. Afterwards she asked if I wanted more dances but I had to decline. "This place is a lot busier, now" I said to her. But she said that all those guys who had come in were part of a bachelor party and weren't spending any money. "They don't realize what they've got going here," she told me, "We don't do any tricks unless we get paid." 'Cee' headed to the back to change her outfit and we parted ways. I headed straight out the door.

When I go back to The Wheel, I want dances from 'Cee' again. She did everything right. She had a friendly approach. Her personality and interests gelled well with my own. She built up anticipation when she first sat with me by first putting her hand on my knee, then sitting on my lap, and then massaging my neck before asking me about a dance. She was incredibly friendly and open in a very genuine way. And then, most importantly, she gave me a fantastic dance which I felt she enjoyed as much as me. When I was sitting at the stage alone and thinking about which dancers I wanted to get dances from, 'Cee' wasn't my first choice. The girl who looked like Beyonce and a few others were a bit higher on my list. But it was 'Cee's personality that helped win me over. I was not surprised later when I checked StripClubList.com and saw that her name had a few positive mentions.

And as much as I like 'Cee', the other reason to go back to The Wheel is that there were several OTHER girls there that were just as good looking or even better looking and I'd love to get dances from them too. I can't imagine going to any other club now.

lestat1
09-10-2008, 05:34 PM
Drinking and Air Dances
So a friend of mine has never been to a strip club and was up for giving it a try. He was feeling nervous about it, and not wanting to frighten him away, I started with the mildest experience around here, an alcohol club (i.e. topless only, barrier around the stage keeping you several feet back), with no private dances or lap dances, only table side air dances. This club I'd only been to twice before, and I found the dancers a bit cold, and very difficult to gain their attention for a dance.

It was a weekend night, so a younger crowd, but still fairly laid back. The dancers were better looking than my usual club, but then if you're selling air dances at a "wanna dance" club with little more than a sentence or two for conversation, you're really only selling looks (and smell, I suppose). So that was to be expected. This place is the "upscale" club around here, although it's still a dive by big city standards. At least I could have beers as I squinted to see the stage.

I ended up buying several $20 (cost per dance) dances. Only one dancer was good enough to warrant tipping or buying multiples dances from (I bought one dance each time she stopped by, for three total). I really don't get air dances. For most of the dancers, there's very little difference whether she's dancing for me or the fellow next to me. I pay nothing and he pays $20. Seems a little strange and unfair. If they were conversational, chatted with us for a while, flirted, or something along those lines, I could see the appeal of going there once in a while, but "wanna dance" air dances? Not my thing. That's why I haven't been there in about 9 years.

On a positive note, I've apparently picked up some skills in my years of clubbing as I found it much easier to get attention this time. Of course, dressed as I did 9 years ago compared to now would also have an effect!

Another difference is that the majority of the dancers had [fake] accents. Maybe. I suspect fake only given the high percentage, but then since there was a language barrier in my understanding many of them, maybe they were real. Or maybe causing misunderstanding is their "shtick" to sell the fake accent. It was mildly annoying.

On an interesting note, my friend shares one of my strip club pet peeves. For no matter how much I tipped at the stage (they cover up and walk down to the railing to accept tips) or how much eye contact we made, the two really hot dancers in the club that night would not come by. All night, hours of watching and waiting as they danced with each other, and chatted with a group of who appeared to be friends of theirs. I saw them give a couple dances to some guys in a corner, but that was it. Why is it always like that with the hottest dancer(s) in the place? The phrase: "I wouldn't ____ if you paid me!" came to mind. We both felt snubbed, and his comment after leaving was to call them "stuck up bitches," but experience tells me they were simply not there to maximize earnings that night. Who knows, maybe that group really was their friends, and they were trying to be good hostesses for them that night. *shrug*

Anyway, back to the one dancer I did enjoy. She seemed a bit more experienced, actually *gasp* came into contact with me slightly, and most importantly of all, she gave great hair. She would whip it around my face, and then let it rest there before slowly dragging it away. *That* I enjoyed immensely. She's also the only one who produced any sort of reaction in me, managing to elicit a semi. I was outside of my business element here, but after experiencing the dancers that followed her, I gave her a $5 tip on top ofthe $20 on the next two times she stopped by. She was his favorite as well.

All in all it was fun, but not worth the money spent IMHO. I told him next time we're going to my favorite club for some private dances.

Chili Palmer
09-10-2008, 09:21 PM
The first place that I ever got a lap dance was at The Wagon Wheel in Baltimore. In fact, in 1997 that was the only place I knew of that even had lap dances. Now, just about all clubs in the city have some form of lap dancing but last weekend I realized that The Wheel is still the best place to go. It was my first visit in over six years, so I was very curious about what had changed during the intervening years.

The Wagon Wheel is officially known as The Player's Club; but my friends and I have always called it 'Wagon Wheel' or 'The Wheel'. There's a yearly membership fee to join the club and then a cover charge each time you visit. I paid $35 on this visit to cover the year of membership and the cover charge for the night.

<snip of a fun night in Charm City>



Very nice TR, Slam. If only all the newbies were like you. Thanks for sharing.

CP

Chili Palmer
09-10-2008, 09:23 PM
This club I'd only been to twice before, and I found the dancers a bit cold, and very difficult to gain their attention for a dance.


Dances are so expensive where you're at, stat. Why do you think the girls are such bad hustlers there?

CP

lestat1
09-10-2008, 10:00 PM
Dances are so expensive where you're at, stat. Why do you think the girls are such bad hustlers there?

CP

At this place, I would say because it's the "known" place. If you live in this area, even if you don't go to SCs, you've probably heard of it. It's where the non-junkies go. So they can be bad at hustling, and most of the guys there don't know the difference.

doc-catfish
09-17-2008, 02:58 PM
Well, I haven't submitted one of these in awhile, and we could use the levity around here, so here goes...

Well fellas, I'm going to be very honest with you. I don't feel like much on an SCJ anymore, as I've gotten vehementy irritated by the atmosphere in SC's anymore. Oh don't get me wrong, I still like strippers, but there's something about the bewildering machinations of clubs that is really, really turning me off to them. Oh, the fave's private parties have certainly played a factor in showing me a better way to get the goods delivered, but its not the only thing. Maybe we should just call me an SJ from now on.

We live in lean times, and in lean times, strippers tend to be considerably clingier to their regular customers than normal. It seems anywhere I go anymore when I walk in to a club, every quality gal in the place is handcuffed to her respective resident fucko's table. Now if I saw large amounts of money being spent by these guys, this would be understandable. But its strange to see gals sit with a customer for what damn near seems an hour, and then maybe go back to the PD area for what is at best 2-3 songs.

But I digress... :-\

Well, as you've probably heard from recent complaining in my posts, I've effectively told my former "home club" what they can do with their fully clothed, not all that private $30 laps. Sadly, prior to the price change, this was the last place in town where a quality dance could be had for $20, so its pretty much meant an end to my SC'ing anywhere there. I have since either hired the fave for a private party, or timed my SC visits to coincide with an out of town/state trip. Aside from that, I'm not exactly flush with options within a reasonable drive as there are only four clubs within an hour of me, and three of them are in the city where I've pretty much disowned them all.

So yesterday, having had to run an errand in the city where the fourth one was, decided to check it out afterwards. Our fellow SCJ'er Smokeless has raved about this place a few times when he's made it out my way. I've been here before, but its been about six years, and I've probably been meaning to come here more, but damnit, aside from this club, there isn't a hell of a lot to do in this hick town, and if the club isn't hopping (I've been told it can be hit or miss), well, I've just wasted $20 in gas for nothing. But hey, I had to waste $20 in gas anyway, so why not.

I get here slightly after 8. A bit early for my taste, but I figure the night shifters should be there by then. $3 cover. Don't see too many of those anymore. Decor wise the joint hasn't changed a bit since my last visit.

Upon walking over to my table of choice, I see a gorgeous blonde seated at a table, requisite fucko attached of course. Kind of gal who makes you turn your head. I made an snap decision in my head that I was getting a dance from her before the evening was over, but seeing as she was unavailable at the moment, I would have to wait until her set to pounce.

As soon as the waitress finds me and gets me a drink, I make my way over to the main stage which is big enough to have three ping pong tables on it. About fifty chairs around the stage and maybe three of them being used. I see a cute petite Amer-asian gal on stage (we don't see too many Asian strippers in these parts for some reason) and plopped a two spot at the rail, she asked me to lie down on the stage. Had a hell of time parking my old ass up there, but uhh once I did, dayummm that was fun. I put her in the on the "to be lapped" list. A couple of sets later, I see another blonde gal, very similar to the hot blonde, but a little rougher looking and less curvy up top. I do the two spot thing again, and again get to lie on the stage. She's not too shabby.either and I put her on the maybe list.

Well, one irritation that this place has that the old club had is the dreaded tip walk. After their sets, the girls come over to your table and ask for a buck. I'm not crazy about this drill because I think it actually hurts the dancer's money while they're on stage, but virtually being a newbie here, I go with it just so I can introduce myself and because it increases chances to find a dancing partner. Girls here go about their walk a lot slower and less mechanical than the old club. In some cases, the girl who just got off stage might hit you up before the one who preceded her did.

Then I see hottie blonde walk by my table, in street clothes, and wave goodbye to the bartender. Argh!!! The hottest gal in the place was a day shifter. And I thought I had gotten there too early.

Oh well, everyone else moves up a notch. :-\

A bit disappointed, I thought it was time to pick a lapping partner and get down to business, and was hoping that the petite Asian would come back by. The scrawny blonde gal found her way to me first, and I agreed to a dance. We go back to the PD area. Nope, nothings changed back there in six years either. Still the same ol' dingy back room and banquet chairs.

So we have about half a song to get introduced, and she informs me what area is off limits for my mitts, which well isn't much. First song was well, pretty darned good, so at the beginning of the second one, I pop the question, "so do you get any unusual requests?". She wasn't sure what I meant, so I explained, and while she went along with it, she really looked awkward in the process of doing it. Skittishness doesn't work well for me, so I call it off after two, pay her $45, and wish her a pleasant evening. Ahh, can't win them all.

I get back to my table in the perfect amount of time, just as the petite Amer-asian gal walks by. She asks me if I'd be ready for a dance and figure I might as well get back on the horse, so after a sip of my drink we head back to the PD area.

Again, I let her do the first dance without much input, and just let her take the lead. No explanation of rules. She immediately tells me to brace myself for a flip, and proceeds to land perfectly on me. My politely placed by my side hands were taken by hers and placed over the Northern ranges. She got over into some creative sideways positions too. I mean, for a regular lap dance this was awesome, but my inner perv got the better of me and at the beginning of the second song, I asked her like I had the gal before her ""so...do you get any unusual requests?". She responds, "Occasionally. What would you like me to do?".

:D
And so I explain, and she gets this naughty look on her face, an expression I've seen on a few girls faces that I call "that look", almost a lustful glance, as if they've just been given the key to the gold vault at Fort Knox. I had to explain the particulars a bit, but lets just say she was a very eager learner. Two dances became four, four became six, and after six I told her we'd cut it off at nine. She ended up selling me ten and I threw on an extra $25. Upon paying her, she asked me my name. It was probably are the testosterone raging over me, but it then dawned on me that we hadn't exchanged pleasantries beforehand. Not that it mattered.

I did the walk of shame back to the table. The waitress had already taken my half empty drink, but no matter. I was done for the evening. Total damage was a little shy of three small. My only complaint with this club was that the songs were cut. Those ten dances went by pretty fast. The more I figured it, it probably wasn't much cheaper per minute than the $30 dances at the old club that I won't buy. But at least they're topless here, and you sure as shit couldn't complain about the mileage.
}:D

So it was one very expensive errand run. I wouldn't call this joint my new hangout yet, but I do hope to head back soon. And I'm sure I made a good impression on at least one of their ladies. Hopefully, she had a good story for the other dancers after I left.

So I'm good for another 4-6 weeks.

azdd
09-18-2008, 07:15 PM
Great TR Doc, with all the drama on the site lately this was a VERY nice read, thanks for posting! Ya gotta love that "walk of shame".......;D

Richard_Head
09-18-2008, 09:54 PM
First song was well, pretty darned good, so at the beginning of the second one, I pop the question, "so do you get any unusual requests?".Are you ever going to share this 'unusual request' of yours with us? Or did I miss that?

Golden_Rule
09-19-2008, 06:27 PM
Hitting the <insert club name> in Bristol I come on in and lay myself out at the far end of the bar, get a Coor's and settle in.

This place can be a bit divvy. Locals, young college kids, bikers and truck drivers frequent the place. The dancers are not always the prettiest but there are many decent looking women present and some of them are very nice looking.

One particular dancer this night falls into the latter category. A mid-twenty something White blond with a nice figure and a very pretty girl next door face.

We get to yakking and we seem to be hitting all the marks. By that I mean we are hitting the right professional cues on her part and I'm not getting on her last good nerve.

I survey the rest of the line up for that evening and it is clear she is the best this night has to offer. In fact she is the best looking dancer I have seen in this particular place. So while I usually like to wait for awhile I decide to TCB early. I even forgo my standard MO, getting it all down before heading into the LD area because I am sure I know what this dancer is all about and I don't think there is going to be any problems getting on the same page.

We head on into one of the two little LD booths and we get comfortable. The first song she does a lovely sensual dance. Not intimate but commercially very sexy. This gal is a consummate pro.

We start the second dance and I she starts asking me if I want anything more than a dance. I knew we weren't going to have a problem working things out.

While I was sure there was more available all I wanted was a hand job.

She started to give me one that seemed liked it was designed to get right to the point and end with that song. I told her there was no need to hurry. She could take her time. She smiled at the thought of making more money. I guess the dancers there who do extras are use to customers who want to come and go on the quick.

Four dances in we had come to the conclusion of the festivities. I gave her $120 for the dances [$30 per] and thanked her kindly.

That is the way it works at the <insert club name>.

A few days later I return. This night there is a decent looking Russian dancer there. Pretty face, good figure. Seems they must be upgrading their standards.

Now I am usually not much for Russian dancers because they tend to be some of the coldest fish I have ever had dance naked in my lap, but this one was different. She is from the Ukraine area and doesn't look Russian at all. In fact she could pass for Brazilian. Apparently there is a Portuguese speaking enclave in the Ural Mountain area.

I've had a sexy dance or two but decide this evening the long set is going to be reserved for this Lady. I catch her eye again. She comes back over and I get her a drink and we talk a bit more. I tell her I'd like to have a dance. She smiles and we BS a little more and then make our way to the booths.

She gives me the most sensual, intimate, dance I've ever had from a dancer from her part of the world. Very intimate. Close. Breathy. The right kind of touching and caressing. Passionate. VERY NICE! We start kissing. The kissing is VERY sweet. No tonsil hockey. Just, again, passionate, warm and it feels very honest. If this is an act it is a DAMN fine performance.

I'm touching more; she's touching more.... lots of touching. Not grasping. Just very open, unguarded, and familiar. Very, very, sexy.

I'm still in hand job mode [I don't know, of late I just don't feel like BJs or sex - I think I want to reserve those things for outside the club or ---- heaven forbid ---- with the wife :) ... anyway I just don't feel like fucking in that small little cubicle] .

She is fondling my most private area and little GR is very happy and showing it when I tell her what she wants. She smiles impishly. Very genuine. She produces a little bottle of hand lotion and she puts some on her hand and than, to my utter delight, puts some on mine and asks that I do for her what she is about to do for me. It becomes incredibly intense in that little booth and I am very glad they are playing the music loud.

Very nice.

We excused ourselves at its conclusion, agreed to meet back at the bar and went separate ways to collect and straighten ourselves out.

When she met me at the bar I had a little spindle of twenties that I passed discreetly to her [all that and she trusted me to pay her AFTER we got back to the bar... that level of trust I truly appreciated and showed her so with her tip].

We drank more. Talked a lot more. I asked her if she would mind seeing me outside the club. She hesitated for a moment and she gave me her number, asked if I would call her to meet again at the club and then she would decide, if the chemistry was the same, if we could do it again outside of the club - but she also said she thought it was likely.

Since she had extended enough trust to not even ask me about money, just knew I'd do the right thing in that department, I trust her enough to make the effort to call and find out when she is working again and see her there, at the <insert club name>, and take what promises to be a very pleasant commercial interlude forward from that point.

[ :P for all those who might be going "ewwwwww" to what grown, consenting, people do which comes under the explicit heading of "if you don't like it you don't have to watch" :) and for those who will respond, "Well, you don't have to write about it either.", my response is that I wrote it for the few people who might give a crap and enjoy reading it, maybe even decide to head on over there and see what fun they might have, and suggest that three lines in you could tell what kind of report it was going to be - so at that point it, if you knew such things offend your sensiblities, it is easy enough to simply stop reading. :)]

We discourage the mention of club names when describing acts that are possibly against club rules or illegal. Also, mentioning dancer names or physical attributes which make them easily identifiable is discouraged as part of a discussion of mileage that is possibly against club rules or illegal. She could get fired or worse. Anyone wishing the name of the club or other details are free to PM GR with questions. Otherwise the TR was fine. Well, the last paragraph was unnecessary. Blue Ballers do not have sensibilities.

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sixty
09-28-2008, 04:04 PM
Hannah: No Gumball

A Saturday night at Club M.

It is exceedingly rare for me to go there on a weekend night, since I dislike the wretched intermingling of the good, the bad and the crazy that is so much in evidence at those times. On the one hand, there are oodles of top-notch gorgeous strippers swimming about upstairs, downstairs and in between, causing us men to crane our necks and constantly be bumping into poles, banisters, chairs and each other, spilling drinks and pissing off the waitstaff. One finds oneself, for instance, constantly (and inadvertently) falling in behind the owner of a female backside that is so very curvaceous/callipygian/just plain cute as to defy description. The vertiginous cleavage, the death-defying footwear, the luminous gauzy fabrics, the silky billows of bouncing blonde hair! The schoolgirl, the showgirl, the Marilyn, the referee with the whistle, the diva, the Goth mistress, the honeypot, the Asian cutiepie, the Brazilian goddess, the Victoria's Secret model, the polkadot pinup, the fishnet skank: every fantasy type is here, in every permutation: come and feast on rich fare! The swarm of female humanity flowing in and out of the dressing room on the half hour is a Grand Central Station of pulchritude, and in itself embodies a fantasy that has entertained every male who has ever endured the punishing routine of a city commute.

On the other hand, Saturday night also brings out the blinged-out playas, the tracksuited posers, the gangs of ruddy-faced and tightfisted frat boys, the label whores, the reeling 60-year-old junior high science teachers, the lonely and subdued Japanese salarymen, the roid-raging muscleheads and the...

[read rest of post at Sixty's Place]

3-Legged Man
09-29-2008, 04:08 AM
Ernest Friggin' Hemmingway has spoken.

To paraphrase for the normal people: Club M was rocking on Saturday night with a good variety of hot babes and a similarly varied cast of customers.

I'll admit, I was sucked into reading the conclusion on Sixty's Place. Sadly, the interesting strip club story was buried under several more tons of over-done prose. For example.....

"Extending the metaphor at my peril, I offer the thought that if Violet and Delilah and most of the other strippers I met last night are like gumballs, then Hannah represents something more like a Madeleine, the small cake made famous by Proust: sweet, complex, sophisticated and mysteriously resonant. "

Ugh.

Golden_Rule
09-29-2008, 05:56 PM
We discourage the mention of club names when describing acts that are possibly against club rules or illegal. Also, mentioning dancer names or physical attributes which make them easily identifiable is discouraged as part of a discussion of mileage that is possibly against club rules or illegal. She could get fired or worse. Anyone wishing the name of the club or other details are free to PM GR with questions. Otherwise the TR was fine. Well, the last paragraph was unnecessary. Blue Ballers do not have sensibilities.

The Mods

Ah. My bad than. Sorry.

I always thought it was more a matter of custom than being against house policy. :)

Duly noted for future entries.

And I am, of course, open to PMs requesting additional info.

wishing well...

sixty
09-30-2008, 06:53 PM
Ernest Friggin' Hemmingway has spoken.

To paraphrase for the normal people: Club M was rocking on Saturday night with a good variety of hot babes and a similarly varied cast of customers.

*Gack*
You know how to take the air out of a balloon, don't you? Btw, Hemingway was not really apt. If you had said Tom Wolfe or David Foster Wallace, you'd've been closer to my vibe that morning after.


...over-done prose. For example.....

"Extending the metaphor at my peril, I offer the thought that if Violet and Delilah and most of the other strippers I met last night are like gumballs, then Hannah represents something more like a Madeleine, the small cake made famous by Proust: sweet, complex, sophisticated and mysteriously resonant. "
Yes. As I thought, peril. The gumball thing was risky enough, but the madeleine thing? - I agree, overly precious. The notion came to me on waking that morning, and one too many espressos shortly afterward made me think I had struck gold.

Ugh.

Thanks Mr. Maxwell. But on the other hand, I'm not writing for the New Yorker, I'm writing for Sixty's Place. If you can't let yourself go on your own blog, where can you let yourself go?

3-Legged Man
09-30-2008, 07:42 PM
Ah-hah! You CAN write like an American!

I'm happy to see you can take my jibes with good humor.

Can't say I know what a Madeline is, besides a cute red-headed girl with a yellow hat and blue coat who lives in a boarding school in Paris.

Smokeless
10-01-2008, 06:16 PM
Our fellow SCJ'er Smokeless has raved about this place a few times when he's made it out my way.

I'm sure glad to hear the place didn't disappoint. And particularly happy it hasn't changed. (Same decor, same lap dance central, same tip walk, ... .) Fix up the place and it might get more attention -- from the wrong people and places -- and all its delights will erode or disappear.

I could use a trip out that-a-way, but my last annual and this annual pilgrimage (for an annual conference there) were pre-empted by vacations with the wife. Somehow I need to make up for the losses.

threlayer
10-08-2008, 07:41 PM
My 'batting' average over the years, of getting positive responses to an OTC offer is about 50%. But I very rarely ask the question until I have established some interest on both of our parts. Now that OTC offer can come from her or it can come from me. This story is about an offer from a dancer whose offer I rejected. More than a year ago.

Oh, she was nice looking, short, voluptuous, bubble-butt, with very nice boobs and an attractive face up close. I had done a few dances with her in past weeks/months without such an offer. Nothing 'exotic' but plenty erotic. Then I started hearing her offers in the VIP about tipping her so I could have more 'fun.' Finally I took her up on the offer and found out it was about touching her kitty 'just don't put it in' (it=fingers) she said. Well, I wasn't quite interested in doing that, but somehow I went along. It wasn't worth it because: (1) the contact time was too short; (2) I didn't quite know what was in there; (3) she wasn't going to get turned on, nor was I, so why bother. So I decided not to repeat this procedure. Next time I was at her club and went to the VIP room, she made the OTC offer: XX$ for an hour with her. I asked what was going to happen and she said anything I wanted. Theoretically it sounded good. Exploring further I asked what would be the cost for more time. She said YY$ for 2 hours and like 500$ for all afternoon (4 hours or so). I asked if she were serious, and she said yes, but we'd have to avoid giving suspicion to her boyfriend and the club. Well, hell! I could suspend my disbelief for an hour or maybe two, and maybe even 4, if she had had a less exploitative attitude (from external conversations). But somehow I could not acceed to this offer if she had to hide the encounter from a lover. But anyhow I told her I would consider it and talk to her next time we were in the club together. The more I thought about it, the less I was interested. I had no one I would have been disloyal to. I thought about how interested I was in seeing how she reacted during an orgasm the way I usually am successful at it and how nice it would be to hide among her soft boobs and come inside her. But I just couldn't go beyond the boyfriend thing.

I found out recently she was fired from the club for promoting and for drugs. Also she was fired from her next club for promoting also. So something turned that girl around. I know she was on painkillers for an auto accident some time ago, so I wonder if she got badly hooked on something non-Rx wise.

Well, I'm not clubbing for a few more months, maybe a year, due to cash flow etc, so I'll never find out. Doesn't matter since I was never sweet on her, but those were durned nice natural boobs.

JoeUnCool
10-13-2008, 01:59 PM
I'm out in Vegas this week. This is only my second time here. The clubs are interesting.

Went out to a club Saturday afternoon. We had had a few drinks. Met a really nice attractive girl. Given the conversation, I think she is a pinkie, but thats a different discussion. She gave me her number so that I could call and check if she was working when I had time this week.

Left her club, went to a "high end" club that gets talked about alot. We went there because a couple of months ago, I met a girl in ABQ that told me she worked at this club in Vegas, thus tweeking my interest. This club is beautiful. There were a huge number of really hotties. So much so that my head was on a swivel. Anyway, this girl was not there. I was told she was in ABQ and might be back this coming week. On to other things. I was propositioned by two different girls (I guess dressing up is not always the best idea). One for ITC and one for OTC. I'm thinking the ITC offer was really just to get me spend money in the VIP. The OTC was interesting as she decided to give me the suppossed results of her last STD test and how clean she is. I have a pretty good felling I know what the other industry she works at in NV. The OTC girl wanted to get together after her shift. Needless to say, I drunkenly thanked both and declined.

Yesterday, I went back to the first club. The girl I met on saturday was there. We were finally able to spend some time/money together. I had a great time. She was classy. She wasn't pushy. She was attractive. I had an awesome time. I told her how I was much happier with her club and her than at the other club. She told me her schedule for this week. I am definitely going to try and go back before I leave.

BTW, what's the deal with the high cover charges in Vegas?

Sorry I have nothing dirty to share, but that's just me.

CalifSCVisitor65
10-13-2008, 08:03 PM
BTW, what's the deal with the high cover charges in Vegas?



LOL they have to pay off the cabbies who drive you there. Big competition as to who pays more and hence the cabbie will push/suggest that you go to the highest paying club that week.

Drive yourself, be local or ask the cabbie to let you off a block away and walk the rest of the way; so that, the doorman doesn't see you arriving in a cab. You'll get a break this way.