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JoeUnCool
11-14-2009, 10:29 PM
Getting into my way back machine.........................

It was a special drop day for this grad student. It was graduating quarter. From here, there was no return. All assignments were turned in by noon. Time was put in at the gym, though, as much alcohol was going to be consumed, the gym did not really matter. I'd been out to a few clubs but nothing really special stood out. Instead of going out looking like a penniless student, which i was, I'd wear some nicer clothes. A friend of mine and and I decided that we wanted to go see a special performer at a club on the south side of town. The 6:30 show was our goal.

Given that I had a few hours, an early start was instore. I rolled into the club near my apartment about 3:30 pm. Wow, they have naked women in the afternoon? "Sir, can I get you something?" Me; "Uhhhh, i think uhhhhh i'll uhhhh have a bear uhhhhhh" as my head was turning like a 45." This was just too much for this wide eyed student. I think I swallowed 6 beers fairly quickly and headed down to get my buddy. Yeah, I probably might have gotten a dui, but It wasn't far and I did survive.

Rob and I had a friend of ours take us to the club on the south side. On the way to the club, Rob asked how much he should get out of the ATM. Me: "I've got $50. I expect it to last the entire night."

We roll into the club and I see Donna. Of course, she freaks out, not expecting some guy to know her name. I'd met her out a bar months before. We talked about it. She asked me why I didn't ask her out before. Me: I was too nervous and worried more about school than girls. Rob had spotted a tan, long haired brunnette and was trying to keep the druel from the floor. we lost site of her. I guess we'd been there about 30 minutes and we were both out of money. Shoot, we hadn't even gotten to the main event. As I'm heading to the ATM, who do I run into but Rob's brunette. We start to talk and I invite her to join Rob. Turns out her name is Lynda.

Our third, and driver joins us. We watch the feature and decide its time to head out. Donna asks me for my phone number, which I give out.

I wake up the next morning with the obvious pounding headache. Lovely, I've gotten sick all over my clothes. What a night it was. But there's more to the story.

I get a call one evening from Donna. I decide to do a little bit of digging. I call people in the know. It ends up that Donna is married, to........ a police office in one of the local counties. WTF? Is this a sting operation on this club? Is she trying to run some type of scam? I'm just a student. I definitely don't need to be caught up in something that I don't need to be caught up in. I'm a face-2-face kinda guy, so I head down to the club on the south side. Donna isn't there, but I talk to Lynda. she won't confirm what I already know, but I can tell its true. On my way out the door, Lynda gives me her number.

Donna calls me the next night and we meet up the next night. I ask, and yes, she admits that she is married to a police officer. On my way to the door, Lynda reminds me to call her. She says she gets off at midnight and will be at her apt. by about 12:30am. My buddy keeps saying "Dude, she's hot, she's articulate, and you've sparked her imagination. Why the heck would you not call her!" Lynda and I make plans for Saturday night. After golf on Saturday (walk and carry my bag), I wake up in time to see "wide right I," get ready, and pick up Lynda about 8 pm. What an interesting converstion:

She was 4 years older than me.
She worked as a teacher in one of the local counties for a couple of years, but was tired of starving for money. She figured that because she could "fudge" her taxes, she would make somewhere between 3 to 4 times as much money. Why not do something different?
I probed into the school she had worked at. Lo-n-behold, she knew one of my fraternity brothers. Given what she knew of his sexual bragging, her opinion of him was the same as mine.

Given our conversation, I finally had to ask her why did she give me her phone number? After all, I was student with no money. Lynda's response was what my buddy Chris had said. She was intrigued. My resourcefulness in finding out about Donna made her want to find out more about me. She told me that soo many guys rolled in there flashing cash and that I wasn't like that

Lynda and I ended up being big buddies for about a year. Nothing ever sexual between us. Lynda and I got drunk one night, started arguing, and that was kinda the end of things.

There were a couple of lessons that were learned from this friendship on both sides:
Honesty works, if the other side acts with honesty.
If the other side is interested, its possible, but don't be a dick. Overall, the percentages are REALLY low.
Be careful about what you say. No matter how much a dancer bitches about a particular subject, that's not an invite for you to bitch about that same subject. Women will bitch about a subject to let off steam. Know where you have license and where you don't.


Overall, this was a good relationship. It gave me confidence to talk to and not be a drunk. Women don't like drunks.

Final part of this story, I ran into Donna at a different club one Saturday afternoon a few years later. She said she was single/divorced. I didn't take her phone number.

PS. All names have been changed to protecting the innocent.

lestat1
11-18-2009, 04:14 PM
Las vegas TR #1 of 2 - Sapphire
I found this place to be pretty much like the Spearmint Rhino. It was a touristy place, over-priced, very high-pressure, not much fun. I went late at night (around 3:30 AM). For a $50 cover w/ 2 drinks they could at least give me a full water and not a tiny little bottle. Two dancers snagged me when I entered through the door. I asked for a tour of the club as I wanted to see it, but that plan didn't work very well. #1, the club was so dark I couldn't even see where I was walking. #2, their tour meant walking me right to the VIP area and starting the hard sell. At first they wanted $1,000 each for some VIP upstairs. I asked about what other prices, VIPs, and dances were available. They started dropping prices on the fancy VIP upstairs, then quoting me other prices but not answering my question. At somewhere around $100 per girl for I don't even know what, I gave one girl a $20 for the 'tour' and headed to the restroom to ditch them. Of course the other girl wanted a $20 too, but I told them to split it.

I don't understand how a salesperson can be so difficult and indirect in response to a customer who wants to spend money and just wants to know how much, how long, and where. I wasn't asking for extras, or asking "what do I get" or anything of the sort. Just basic questions about the club set up. All they did was keep asking me for money. A Burger King cashier can tell me how much a whopper costs, but these two "creme of the crop" vegas dancers couldn't even rise to that level.

One of the two dancers was waiting for me when I exited the restroom and wore me down. I managed to hit the bar for another small water before I ended up buying a two-girl lap dance out on the floor from her and her friend from earlier. I've never done one before, and I don't think I ever will again. It wasn't much different than a series of brief, alternating lap dances from each. Nothing really "two at once" about it. They finally left, but before I could glimpse the stage or get a sense of the club (it's supposed to be big, right?) another dancer came over. I got a lap dance, enjoyed, and got a few more. She was sensual, and after maybe 5 or so dances it was enough to do the job.

I brought $100 in singles and didn't spend one. I never even got to go up and tip the dancers on stage. There is something wrong about a club that so high-hustle it prevents you from spending money.

So I left without seeing what the big deal is about this place. Maybe there is an upstairs or a bunch of stages somewhere, but all I saw was a tiny bar and a pretty normal-sized club. Nothing fancy, caught the briefest glimpse of a dancer on stage, no other stages, didn't get to relax and have a cigar, didn't get to use the third free drink coupon from the cabbie, and I didn't see any dances that trump what I can get at home in either the looks, attitude, or hustle categories. I also have no idea what VIPs they offer, what the contact is in the club, what the rules are, nothing. If it weren't for the $50 cover, I'd head back sometime either earlier in the day when I'm not so tired and my defenses are up more, or when it's not too busy in the hopes of actually seeing the club. All in all, not bad for about $250 spent, but not good enough that I have the desire to return. I'm also very disappointed that I didn't really "see" the place, as from the website it looks very nice.

lestat1
11-18-2009, 05:18 PM
Las Vegas TR #2 of 2 - Cheetah's
I love this place! Seeing as everything I want to do in Vegas seems to occur between 8 PM and 3 AM, I decided I may as well take advantage of 24/7 strip clubs in Vegas, maximize my time, and go to one during the day. I had meant to try Treasures and dinner there after my disappointing trip to Sapphire, but they aren't 24/7. So seeing the ad in the phone book, I went to Cheetah's around 11 AM. There was no cover because it was so early, but also no dancers on stage. I grabbed a Heine from the bar (I'm still getting used to contact dances + alcohol - I love Vegas) and sat down. I noticed some dancers sitting by themselves, and a few guys in the club, each with a dancer on his lap. Nice dancer-customer ratio!

In no time the first dancer approached me. She wasn't as attractive as the SR or Sapphire dancers I encountered, but she made up for it by being low pressure and friendly. She plopped down in my lap and introduced herself. We chatted about the club a little bit and explained the prices to me. Apparently, it being during the day, lap dances on the floor were only $10 and in the VIP room they are $20. I've never experienced a $10 lap dance, and thinking it must not be very good I went with the VIP. Being far from home and not likely to ever see her again, I inquired about a fetish of mine and whether she'd indulge me if I bought dances. She agreed, as I expected she would from what I've read on SW about this, and off we went. The bouncer said as I entered that it was 3 songs for $100. Hmm, I asked my dancer again about the price and she said $20/song. I decided to trust her. She didn't stop after the first song, so around when I thought the second song ended, I asked how many songs and she said two. I gave her $40, and all was well. It's nice when that happens. She didn't indulge my fetish though, and after asking her to a few times I stopped as I suddenly realized I was turning into that whiny customer. I enjoyed my dances still, with the contact level being just where I like it. Not so high I feel guilty, but high enough that I have a lot of fun. My hands were briefly guided to her breasts. I'm not sure if that is allowed, or if it was only briefly on account of the bouncer. She was very low pressure as we left the VIP room, encouraging me to try one of the other dancers and have fun. Now that is good hustle! I could have left the VIP disappointed about her not following through, but instead I left happy and in a spending mood. A little friendliness and service goes a long way.

As I headed to go sit by the stage, another dancer asked me if I was leaving. Nope, I'm just getting started. She sat down in my lap for more friendly chit-chat. She was cute and exotic-looking (a very nice change of pace from the nearly all white staff at my local clubs), and we'll call her Miss S. I found out later she is half mexican and half filipino. I got a $10 dance and found it to be just as good as the dances in the VIP room! After the dance she sat in my lap for what would become the next 2.5 hours and the best strip club experience I've ever had.

I continually tipped Miss S $20s, in the end I gave her about $200 or so. She never asked me to or asked for more, and even periodically asked if I wanted to try another girl. It was so relaxing to experience such a low-pressure hustle. She told me funny stories about other customers, and when I tried for my fetish again she first agreed but then explained that she couldn't do it. Miss S explained that some pretty benign things are prohibited by management there. When my first beer finished I offered to buy her a drink. Oddly enough, that was the first time I've enjoyed a dancer's company enough that I wanted to buy her a drink and chat with her more. She ordered something called a "wet pussy" that smelled like kool-aid. We sat down again, and during talk that turned more sexy I explained how I liked to be teased. She picked right up on what I meant, and so we alternated dancing and talking. If I got too exicted during a dance, all I had to do was gently push on her waist and she broke contact into an oh-so-close air dance, or grinding on my thigh until I cooled down a little. We talked more, took a few bathroom breaks, and at one point when I went for another beer I was approached by another dancer. I explained that I was with Miss S and she was friendly and understanding about it. Miss S explained that this is usually a local club, and they don't pay the cab drivers like they do at SR and the other big clubs so they tend to not be as busy. I think if word spread about Cheetah's it would be the strip club to go to, but then if that were the case the friendly, low-pressure nature of the club could evaporate. I love it just the way it is.

Eventually the workman left the stage, it got to be afternoon and a dancer appeared on it. Hallelujah at long last I got to watch a stripper in Las vegas; it only took three club visits! I gave my dancer ones to tip the dancers on stage whenever I wasn't too busy caressing her or playing with her hair to notice that the stage had a dancer on it. Miss S turned out to be quite the naughty thang as our time wore on, sneaking in kisses and shoving my hand down her g-string when the bouncer wasn't watching. She explained that she preferred floor dances because the bouncers don't watch as closely as they do in VIP. I know, I know, I should know better than to do those things but I have no ability to decline a sensual kiss and my hand never actually touched her kitty, just felt the bikini area. Miss S said she plucks instead of shaving, and it was the softest skin I've ever felt. She was quite straightforward about making guys cum and said she didn't like "blue pussy" and didn't want to give guys blue balls. I told her I liked my balls blue only temporarily. So our teasing dances continued with cooling down periods, keeping me close but not quite over the edge.

At one point the shot girl showed up to work. I didn't want one, or one off of her, or her to do one off of me, or for her to do one off of Miss S, or vice versa. She knew a lot of different ways to do a shot and made me say no to each one. Miss S leaned over to sip her drink, used her hair to block her face from the shot girl, and mouthed "no" to me when the shot girl asked if I wanted to buy Miss S one. She isn't allowed to say no and doesn't want to drink. The shot girl came back twice more during my visit; I guess she likes to hear me say "no" a lot.

Time wore on, I had more of Las Vegas to see and do, so eventually after nearly three hours of being teased I asked for another dance (I don't know how many I'd had by now total) and didn't have her stop. Two songs later my penis turned into the fountains at the Bellagio. She sat a little while longer and we chatted some more. I left thrilled to finally find a club in Las Vegas I like. I spent around $250 - $300.

rlams2000
11-29-2009, 09:50 AM
WooHoo - my first offer of OTC fun and games. And fingering, what a coincidence since there is a fingering thread active.

It's been over six months since I visited a SC due to my job having a furlough program in place, this really ate into my entertainment budget. But I just had to go.

I walk in at 12:15, in the afternoon, slowly walk to the bar since the sun is shining, the club is dark, and I can't see. Order a Bud Light and plant my ample ass on a bar stool.

The girl on stage 3 finishes her set and walks up to me. Immediately she rubs my crotch and asks how I'm doing. I look at my beer and notice I have not drank half of it yet and I'm getting molested. Am I that sexy? Must be. It's a curse.

She is from a southern state and has the twangy accent. During our mindless chit chat she calls me "baby" in that twangy accent, my nipples got hard when I heard it. I'm thinking this girl is going to be fun.

So we go to the PD area and I lay down on the bed while she undresses, eagerly waiting the grind of my life.

She didn't disappoint. A lot of hand action on her part, she had a nice touch. And a great ass, big, round, a little mushy but great for spanking, it would just jiggle. I found myself kneading her ass like it was bread dough, good bounce back, not too firm.

After 3 PDs I needed another beer. She wanted to hit on a few other customers but said she would be back. I said go for it, I needed a break.

She comes back and I'm watching a little tanned hard body blonde on stage with the most perfect set of bolt ons I've ever seen. I drag my new dancer friend to the stage with the blonde and we take turns rubbing the bolt ons and telling the dancer how perfect they are. The blonde gives my dancer a kitty view while I am checking out her shoes. My dancer says "nice pussy" I say "nice shoes" Which got a laugh out of the girls since I should be staring at the kitty and she should be commenting on the shoes. But the shoes were black with little fake dice attached to them. So I have a foot fetish.

After a little more chit chat we go back for more PDs. This time she had her hand in my shorts and stuck her kitty in my face and pulled my hand towards it. I wasn't going to but I thought what the hell, she's inviting me. So I gave her a little rub.

After this session I ordered a pizza and while we were eating she mentioned she was available after work. I politely declined. She then suggested getting a VIP room and since the VIP rooms have no cameras we can have a little more fun than in the PD area. At $500 I passed on that.

After the pizza it was time to retire to my recliner for a nap.

JoeUnCool
11-29-2009, 07:54 PM
Jumping back in the way back machine.................

My boss and went down the street to the city's most popular club. After lunch, lots to drink, and a few hours of oogling, he said he wanted to go somewhere else. While in the car, the discussion turned towards what physical attributes we liked in a dancer. I threw out my usual joke responses. As the door opened, a gorgeous blonde with thick hair, in shape, and large bolt-ons walked past, and all I could do was mumble, "One just like that" and with that I was off after her. I learned her name was Kim. She was with some regulars. She gave me her contact info for a later time.

A few months later, I was in to see Kim. I came up behind her and put out one of my smartass lines. As if scripted, she turned and said "I know you, only Joe would say something like that." WTF? How could she remember my name after a couple of months and I only talked to her for 10-15 minutes. Who knows. Who cares.

After some time talking, it was off to the VIP. Paid for 30 minutes, got nearly an hour. There was very little dance time. Most of the time was spent with my lips wrapped around her large melons and grabbing her ass. She was really into DFK as her tongue kept tickling the back of my throat. No one was in the club, so she invited me to sit with the other dancers. Kim disappeared for a few minutes, came back, and gave me $20 to give to another dancer that was in tears for not making any money that day. After this, it was back to the VIP for more "dry humping." Once again, I paid for 30 and got almost an hour. What kinda place was this?

More months went by. A few phone calls both way, but no hookups. Finally make it in a few days in a row. One afternoon, I ask where Kim is. The bartender looks at me and tells me that Kim is in the back and its not good. WTF? Apparently, she had gotten upset over something and something happened, never was sure what. I'm about to leave when Kim comes out of the dressing room and we talk. She's really messed up. She asks if I'll comeback and pick her up and take her to her boyfriend's place. She gives me the private house number to call. She whispers in my ear, "You're the only one I would trust in this place, definitely not another dancer ." I had to go meet some friends. While with them, I called the house number. Kim wanted me to call her back in 30 minutes. Unfortunately, she left before I called back.

A few months more pass. Kim and I trade a few messages. She's working at a different club off and on due to a back problem, or something. We decide to go have dinner. Kim and an even more beautiful blonde named Laura, show up. WTF was this about. Little did I know or realize that this is the point that everything went downhill. I'm invited to go back to Kim's boyfriend's apartment with the two of them. Oh, ok. Great conversation. Lots of jokes with embedded sexual innuendo. Laura gives me her contact info. Not long afterwards, I have to go.

Laura had run her mouth about how she did all kinds of *real* business work. There was no talk about sex in any of our discussions. I thought, holy shit, this could really help me out and get me started on somethings. She seems to have some great contacts. Little did I know the falicy in thinking that. **for those of you into reality shows, imagine Carrie Ann from Sex Rehab with Dr. Drew, but no drive to do anything, someone that just screams and yells and demands as I was to find out** A couple of weeks later, Laura and I sit down to discuss things. Laura drags Kim along. There's no talk of sex at this point. As I'm walking across the parking lot to my car, Laura basically attacks me, talking shit about sex, what I can do to her, what she wants to do to me, holy shit. At that point, all concept of intelligence has "left the building." The three of us end up at Laura's apt., rolling around on her bed, jeeeezzz Laura screams loud. And she is into some weird pain stuff. She kept wanting me to bite her, not as in a hickie, but as in blood. And she wanted to be all around her nipples. Fucking weird shit. Finally, its all over. Kim immediately leaves as if shot from a gun. Laura then starts in with the full court press of "I've done something for you, now you need to do $omething for me." Being brand new to this, I was too stupid to say no.

Over the next few months, it just got worse. It was the same thing. "Please help me out, I need something for my car/apt/insurance/insert excuse here." and "I'll get started on this once I get myself back on my feet." This kept going and going. I get a call one day that her former boyfriend broke her nose. In the back of my mind, I should have known better. I kept trying to call things off, but i wasn't strong enough. In the mean time, Kim is just trashing Laura left and right. Laura is trashing Kim. And who's stuck in the middle? WTF have I gotten myself into.

Finally, I told Laura no more. No nothing until she got to work. She then claimed she had cancer. At this point, I have no idea which end is up. Kim starts in on me, to which I of course respond with a "go f*** yourself." I go from one extreme to another. I believe, I think she's a liar. My phone is ringing all hours of the day and night, but nobody is there, before caller id was widespread and dinosaurs walked the earth.

Finally, I'd had enough. On my way back from a trip, I stopped in to talk with Laura's mom. Breadcrumbs are pretty easy to figure out and put together. I was a shock to the principle of this church school. The most telling statement from her was "I don't believe a word my daughter says." The cancer was a lie. Everything was a lie.

Of course, the phone calls didn't stop. Luckily, the problem with people that talk too much is that they sometimes say too much, if you can put together the trail of bread crumbs. I had. Based on the bread crumbs, I pieced together all of the people that were important in Laura's life. I let them know what kinda person she was. The response was nearly instanteous. "You have no f***ing right to talk about me" screamed Laura at me. Me: "You take my money, you lie to me, you manipulate me, babydoll, I had every right to let everyone know what she is like."

At least the phone calls from my fanclub quit.

While I obviously lost in this exchange, there are a few things I learned:
The lessons of the prodigal son are true. People that associate with you because of some money are the worst people.
Keep your guard up around everyone, dancers and all people.
I was nothing but a customer, and a mark.

The years have gone by, but I've never forgotten these lessons.

PS. After all these years, a girl came up to me in a club and asked if I was from X, which i am. She said she had an old friend there. She introduced herself as Kim and that she was from (insert northern city). I'm drawing a blank. This girl is older with black thick hair and getting a little bit heavy. Still drawing a blank. Who is she and why does she think she know me? She said she had a friend named Laura, blah, blah, blah.......... The lightbulb flipped on. "Just go away honey, I don't care. I don't want to associate with you, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to buy u a drink" My one thought leaving the club was dear god, please don't let the phone calls start again. Its not hard to search on the internet to find my number.

I was intrigued that the phone calls didn't start up again. I figured that something had happened. it had. I started googling, and low and behold, there was the obituary. Google gave up some interesting information about the "illness." I always said I would dance on her grave, but my dance shoes don't fit any more. I wasn't that interested in dragging up the memories from so long ago.

PS. All names have been changed to protect the innocent.

KiwiStrawberry Splenda
11-29-2009, 08:41 PM
Edit: never mind.

Smokeless
11-30-2009, 09:52 PM
Edit: never mind.

I'm with you, KSS! Although perhaps the story might help knock some sense into some newbie.

Earl_the_Pearl
11-30-2009, 11:10 PM
I was nothing but a customer, and a mark. Well no crap; you were associating with a women that hustles for a living and is amoral. Dancers are fun but get your money's worth.

JoeUnCool
12-02-2009, 08:14 PM
Well no crap; you were associating with a women that hustles for a living and is amoral. Dancers are fun but get your money's worth.

Yeah, well, we're all a little older and wiser now. Too bad it won't help some newb because "it could never happen to me."

I have other TRs which I'll be sharing. The rest are very positive.

Wolverine
12-13-2009, 05:36 AM
So over the last few months I've been reading online about this club in a city an hour south of me that was basically a whorehouse described as a strip club. I've been to this city before, usually twice a year, and have had some good times at other clubs but this one I had not ever visited. Hell, there were a couple of strippers on here a few years ago that said great things about this club from a strippers' perspective: pretty girls, great management, little to no contact, great money. It definitely sounded like a place I would certainly avoid at the time. They're long gone, though, and times change so with all this recent chatter online, I knew I wanted to check it out.

I'm here to say that the more recent online reports are very much accurate. This place is definitely worth checking out for whoremongers like myself although there were a few things in the club that bothered me. First off, the club is two stories tall with the VIP area encompassing the entire second floor. The place is basically built in such a way that you have to go upstairs if you even want a lap dance. You can do lap dances downstairs, but there is absolutely zero privacy. Going upstairs requires the requisite VIP fee, of course, which is supposedly $100, but you can go upstairs for $50 if you just tip the manager so that he can keep it for himself. Yup, nothing swarmy about that. Once paid, you can have the run of VIP for the entire day if you want. No bullshit hourly or half-hourly fees like in some areas of the country, thank goodness. Actually the VIP fee did bother me a bit because in other clubs in this town, I'm used to the fee being waived when the club is dead. In two other clubs here, I've never had to pay the VIP fee since I always go in during the day when it's particularly slow. This day there were only 2-3 guys in the vip area with another 2-3 guys downstairs just drinking. Unfortunately as a first time customer I guess I didn't have the "cred" to use the VIP area for free. Actually, it was probably in their best interests to let me use it for free since this could very well be the "dealbreaker" for me.

Another issue I had is that the club is way too well lit even upstairs. You can't really hide much although there is one particular corner that apparently is the favorite for the strippers to get their groove on so to speak. Also, there was only a couple sets of couches upstairs, and they were located in the most brightly lit part of the VIP area. Otherwise you had to get your lap dances in chairs scattered about the place; I'm a big guy so I hate getting dances in a chair. It's just very uncomfortable.

As for the girls, there were definitely several attractive ones working. It was also quite obvious that each of them knows what the others are doing and even seem to encourage it. I can see why the guys love this particular place.

One of the strippers I spent time with I guess bears some mentioning though. Her story in a nutshell:

She graduated from high school about 6 years ago, and had a couple of odd jobs before being a telemarketer. She became pregnant, but then had an abortion. She was really depressed so she quit her job and decided to be a stripper. She worked for 4 years in Arizona and Las Vegas until about 3 months ago when she decided to live and work in the deep South. It didn't take long for her to find a boyfriend out here who is currently serving time in jail for a parole violation. However, before heading to jail, he came to visit her at the club; things got a little hot and heavy so he convinced her to go into one of the private bathrooms upstairs in the VIP area for sex. Romantic, isn't it?

While she's telling me this story, I'm just nodding my head laughing a little inside. There really has to be something funny about an attractive young Italian stripper (with a convict boyfriend) peddling $100 BJ's in what was supposed to be one of the nicest clubs in town. And actually a BJ wasn't her first choice. She really wanted to have sex (for the same price which was really perplexing), but I didn't want to have to use a condom (which would have been required for sex, of course...there's no way I was NOT going to cover that bad boy up in that case). Afterwards we went back downstairs to hang out at the bar where I bought her a couple of beers, and we talked for about another hour or so. Not my usual m.o., but I really wasn't ready to leave and I was "saving" myself up for whoever was next. I've never been much for one and done.

Good times, indeed. Now if I can only convince them to let me use the VIP area for free...

J.D.
12-13-2009, 12:06 PM
^^^^ What club is this? Or, you can just say which city.

JoeUnCool
12-19-2009, 05:07 PM
I've gotten a little bit older, but I occassionally would get a little wild. In our area, its BYOB for clubs. I was in and out of town at a moments notice. I kept flying out to a customer location out in Plains.

I called my friends on a Friday evening as I was connecting through Chicago. I called some friends and told them to “Be at my house about 9 pm. Have a bottle, and lets hit club XYZ.” It was one of the few times that they did as instructed.
We rolled into club XYZ. It was packed, which was a surprise because of our location. I was in my wild mood, so any girl that approached me didn’t get much of my attention. Then, like a shot from the blue, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see a very attractive woman. She was my ago, and I was definitely older than the average dancer. She was a major turn on for me. She was attractive, good implant job, and funny, just my type. She could take it as much as dish it out. And wow, she could drink as much as I could (too bad I don’t drink much any more). The results of the evening were a lot of VIP dances and a lot of alcohol drank. I decided to go back, sans liquor, many times over the next week. The next week, was a repeat of the first night, my friends picked me up at my place and away we went. This time was a little different. While being just unbelievably drunk, she asked me if I wanted to meet her and her friends for lunch on Saturday. Uh………the only thing I could think of was that it had to be in a very public place. The food court at a local mall was agreed to. Sure enough, we all met up and had lunch. I was asked why I showed up, my response was that I figured it would be hard to mess with me in public. There response, “we figured it would be hard for you to mess with us in public.” We all had a good laugh.

After a while (weeks / months), she asked me why I never mentioned details about the past. I finally told her my past and what had happened to me and what I had been put through with Kim and Laura (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showpost.php?p=1876071&postcount=4001). Her response was , “yeah, I can understand, I wouldn’t tell anyone either.” She then went on to tell me about her story. There was a lot to it, but the key part was that she is a foster mother. At that point, a friendship was born. She went from just being a girl, to being the Mother Teresa.

Its been 8 or 9 years since she has danced. She’s moved 3-4 times. We still keep in touch. Since that time, I’d go through anything to help MT. I’ve been to court for her, let her borrow money that she always pays back, made dinner for her and her family, and been proud to call her my friend.

JoeUnCool
12-19-2009, 06:02 PM
It was about 6-7 years ago. I was in DC working on what I thought was a troublesome project. It was a Saturday. I decided to head out to watch college football and grab dinner. Alcohol was associated with dinner. After a few hours, I hit the Metro. Next stop, a club right off the Metro. It was popping. Somehow I started a conversation with a guy that said he owned the place. He asked if I was interested in any of the girls. **BING**, that was definitely the wrong question to ask. I headed out and back to the Metro. I decided to go to the club that I had met a girl at the night before. I walked in and her a girl yell my name. She was in the VIP area, but let me know she would be out soon. We met up at the bar. We started talking some more. I was way too drunk. The club was closing down. She made sure that a cab came and that I was safely in it. She never tried to scam me for money in anyway. I always appreciated that. She got way more in tips and money from me than I tipped any other dancer there.
I found out a lot about Maria. She had a little boy. Wow, she didn’t look that old, in fact, she didn’t look like she was close to my age. She looked like she might be 28-30. She was older than me. I asked her how her husband felt about her working there. “How did you know I am married? I don’t wear my wedding ring.” It was pretty simple. You can’t be that hot, and wow, she was gorgeous, and not be married. The pale ring on her ring finger also had something to do with it. She told me why she danced. She told me about her relationship with her husband. She loved him. He sounded like a good man.
I never would giveup my contact info. I wouldn’t give up my phone number or my email address. She kept saying it would be fun to hang out with her and her husband. It just wasn’t my thing. I didn’t feel comfortable outside of a club with her and husband due to past history. I was glad to go to the club and eat dinner, but that was the extent of it. One Sunday morning, I woke up to see that I had an email from Maria. WTF?!? How did she find it? Well, google was the best then and its still the best now Finding info about me is pretty easy
I finally went to eat dinner with Maria and her husband. We had a great time. It wasn’t long after that that Maria quit dancing. She and her husband moved away. We still keep in contact. It wouldn’t have started if she had tried to scam me for money or hadn’t made sure that I got in the cab.

slcdon
01-06-2010, 06:51 PM
My SC visits have been few and far between. And, those that have occurred were not particularly noteworthy. That is, until a few weeks ago. Sometimes, you can be in just the right place at the right time. Enjoy!

I walked into the club about 6:45 pm, Tuesday, surprised that it is full. I had hoped to arrive earlier, since I had an early flight out the next morning (7 am). I finally spot an open table by the left-side bar and hustle to it. As soon as my beer arrived, I paid and hustled over to the MR on the other side of the club to take care of what had become urgent business.

I had spent six days, including the weekend, in a hotel room 3 hrs away working rediculous hours on a project in crisis. Instead of a commuter flight, I chose to drive to/from a major airport so I could “relax” a bit when it was over. I checked in at my airport hotel before heading to the SC.

As I exited the MR, I noticed that I had been “joined” at my table by 2 dancers – a really tall redhead (Dancer A) and a blonde. I asked if I could join them (in jest) and they apologized for intruding – noting the obvious lack of tables. It turned out to be the redhead’s first day back after several weeks off. She mentioned that the house fee goes up if a dancer signs in after 7 pm, so she came in from her day job without eating; she had already ordered a steak dinner. Several dancers stopped by to say “welcome back” to her over the course of the next hour or so.

We had an interesting chat and her food came shortly. The blonde unexpectedly excused herself, noting that one of her customers had just come in the door. I was very disappointed because I am typically not big on redheads (that was about to change) and the blonde was super hot. But, I enjoyed good conversation with Dancer A while she devoured her dinner and an after-dinner drink.

That out of the way, she asked if I was interested in dances. I agreed, but she asked for a few minutes to go back and “freshen up” first. She returned a few moments later, and led me upstairs by the hand. The entire way, she was telling me how much she liked me and that I was about to have a really good time. I took it as just good SS and didn’t think much about it. She headed straight to the back booths, only to find them all busy. Openly frustrated, she eventually conceded to a booth along the side – apologizing that it would limit the fun that we could have.

Once in the booth and waiting on the song to end, she kissed me passionately. When she came up for air, she said “That was for dinner.” Then came another, which she explained as “for the drink.” The first dance could best be described as a make-out session in the back seat of my old Chevy – kissing, groping, NE, SE, nipple sucking, etc. Outside of bringing willy out, she did everything one could possibly desire. I followed her lead on the second dance and soon was gently rubbing a swollen clit (through the cloth). She asked me to keep an eye out for the manager or a dancer & custy leaving a back booth. At some point, she said, “I shouldn’t be doing this” - so I stopped. She almost screamed - “You can’t stop now!” grabbed my finger and put it back to work. The third song progressed similarly, until about half way through when she began riding my leg cowgirl style. She was holding my hand making sure that I continued to rub and she was on a mission! She squeezed my leg like a vice just before the song ended and let out an unexpected scream before quickly covering her mouth. A few seconds later, the manager stuck his head in to see if everything was OK. She panicked – not sure why, because her back was to the door and she was just sitting on my leg at that point – and quickly mumbled something about stumping her toe!

The DJ immediately announced her name as the next dancer on stage, so we gathered ourselves. I paid her for 3 dances, but she gave one back saying, “I can’t charge you for the last one, I hadn’t gotten off for several weeks and I needed that.” I told her to keep it as part of the tip.

On the way downstairs, she asked if I would wait around for her stage round to finish. With 3 stages going, that would take an hour, so I hesitated. She pleaded, assuring me that she would make me very glad that I waited, so I agreed. A few minutes later, she returned from the DJ booth, saying that he had made a mistake and there would be another dancer before her. I bought her a drink and we chatted while waiting. The conversation was a bit naughty (her lead), then she asked, “You’ve got me horny and I need to get laid! If I can find someone with a condom and a back booth, would you fuck me after my stage round? All I ask is that you pay for 2-3 dances.” I was a bit surprised at her directness and suggested that maybe we could just go back to my hotel room. We would be much more comfortable and could really enjoy ourselves.

Unfortunately, I was low on funds and embarrassed to admit that I could only come up with $200. She said that if she came to my hotel room, there could be no money exchanged – she would just come because she wanted to. And, she was sure that the manager would let her go after this round if she asked. She wanted think about it more during her stages, but it sounded like she was interested.

I tipped her during her stage rounds, as did others. When she got off stage, she stopped by to say that she was still thinking about my offer and that she was going to the back to clean up and possibly get dressed; either way, she would be right back. She finally returned from the bowels of the dressing room some 15 minutes later, dressed in a new bikini. She saw that I was disappointed and explained that she decided that it was not wise to go to a stranger’s hotel room – while she felt sure that I was OK, she had 2 small children that she had to think about. With that out of the way, she informed me that she had found a condom and was anxious to use it, so upstairs we went!

Much to her chagrin, all of the back booths were still busy. We waited at a table for a number of songs for something to open up and it never did. Finally, I suggested that we get started in one of the side booths and keep an eye out from there. We had 3 great dances. They were as passionate as the first ones, with even more interaction. As the third song started, she grabbed by index finger, moved her thong aside, and inserted it; then, she asked for 2 fingers. Between the fingers rubbing her G-spot and my thumb on her clit, she exploded about half-way through the third song - and, kept it going for the rest of the song. It has been a while since I have felt a woman contract that tightly. I thought that she was going to break my fingers.

When she regained her composure, she grabbed my hand and said “let’s look in the back again, I need more!” A quick tour showed that things were still busy. I don’t know who was in these booths, but they were definitely keeping them occupied! She was visibly frustrated, complaining that she had gotten off several times and – as far as she could tell- I had yet to bust a nut (true). I told her that it wasn’t a big deal - she can pay me back next time.

It was after midnight and my early flight was looming. We settled up, spent some time hugging and kissing, then I departed.

It was a great night – one I will not forget for a long time. And, I have a newfound fondness for redheads!

slcdon 8)

JoeUnCool
01-06-2010, 07:08 PM
To the way back machine one more time........ (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rocky_and_Bullwinkle_Show)

4 years ago, almost to the day..............
I rolled into Atlanta. It was about 7:30 pm or so, dinner time. Houston's in Buckhead was my stop. Holy shit, there are a lot of people there. WTF am I going to do for dinner? I'm not going to the Cheetah, its too far out of the way south for my taste. Ah, I haven't been to the PP (Meds might recognize me as I became a regular for a while because of this one girl) in 10-12 years. I rolled in. It was much nicer than I remembered. I decided to order dinner and see if anything transpired. Honestly, it felt antiseptic. A little too clean. It looked like hot models that just wanted to get paid. All the girls were hot. Some were unbelievable. One really struck my eye, but I always wonder if hot girls aren't going to work a little for the money. That plus I was, and always will be a little bit, gunshy anymore.

Dinner comes along with a tap on the shoulder and a rub of my neck. Holy shit, it is that f***ing gorgeous blonde, soon to be known as #5, I had noticed. My god, i could hardly eat dinner. We talked. She teased. She could carry a conversation.
She must have spent 30 minutes with me. She asked if wanted a dance or vip? what kind of an idiot question was that? of course I was going to do the vip. I paid for 30 minutes. About half way through, i pulled her down on my lap and began to softly play with her nipples. At that point, she was all over me. I asked her if she would do 30 more minutes and at the difference (yeah, I can be a cheapskate at times). After the first 30 minutes were up, i ran to the ATM. Fuck, this one isn't working. Damn, the other one isn't working. With a bank right next door, I strolled out to the ATM at the bank. On my way there, I realized I had not paid. I realized I could walk, but that's not the kind of person I am. Like Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, I am tough, but I am fair.

When I walked back, I was immediately corned by the blond with the standard question of "where did I go and what happened to me?" I explained the situation, and we had a good laugh. 30 more minutes in the VIP. No bodily fluids were exchanged. However, it was probably the best 60 minutes I have EVAR had in the vip.
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JoeUnCool
01-06-2010, 07:21 PM
I was now a regular customer at the PP. When I was in town, I was at the PP. I walked in one evening and #5 was no where to be seen. i asked Tommy the bartender. He said that she had gone back home to Miami. One of the girls, who was her buddy, told me that she would be back, but not until the fall..............Geez, I really like #5 in that funny kinda way.

I told you the previous story, to tell you this story.

After a few months, I decided to give the PP another try. No #5. Up comes one of #5's friends. She puts on the deep move. "I'll give you my number. We can hook up. #5 used to talk about you all the time, you are definitely someone I would like to get to know more outside of the club. I respected and admired you from the first night when you walked out to get money and f***ing came back (impying she wanted her cut)" This girl laid it on hot and heavy. I then stated in no uncertain terms that I wasn't interested and why. She looked at me like "Holy Shit, no one ever says no to me."

A few more months pass by, I decide to try out the PP, just in case. Holy Shit, there is #5. We must have spent 2 hours just talking. One of the subjects of conversation was her friend. I told her what had happened and how her friend had put the full court press on me. #5's response was that she knew about. Apparently, her friend had called #5 down in Miami to get the lowdown on me. During the course of the conversation, #5 stated that she told her friend not to waste her time because I wouldn't go for. A bet ensued amongst the 2. According to #5, the friend paid off on the bet. It is truly amazing what girls will tell you if just listen.

While I survived, the lesson learned is "Girls Talk." Be careful.

junker_plunker
01-29-2010, 06:59 PM
For those like me who have a Cheerleader fetish. The Cheetah, West Palm Beach, Florida will have a Cheerleader day on February 3 and February 4 2010.

The Dancers have been requested by the management to report in with Cheerleader type outfits, uniforms and attire.

If you have a Cheerleader fetish this is your opportunity.

I am not sure if the Cheerleader Day will be all day or just at a certain time. However, I would think it would be an all day event.

hockeybobby
01-29-2010, 07:05 PM
God bless them.

mortalman
01-29-2010, 07:51 PM
The Dancers have been requested by the management to report in with Cheerleader type outfits, uniforms and attire.


Give the ladies a chance to take a break from the school girl outfit. ;)




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CalifSCVisitor65
01-30-2010, 04:12 PM
Ahhhh no doubt in celebration of the Super Bowl in Miami.

Smokeless
02-03-2010, 11:22 PM
Damn, I miss Stressed's TRs. Where did he go?
Last real TR (without the benefit of a time machine) was SLCDON's...
It can't be that bad, guys!

FBR
02-04-2010, 07:48 PM
^ I agree his TR's are pretty good.

FBR

laurcon
02-14-2010, 04:04 PM
She must have spent 30 minutes with me. She asked if wanted a dance or vip? what kind of an idiot question was that? of course I was going to do the vip. I paid for 30 minutes. About half way through, i pulled her down on my lap and began to softly play with her nipples. At that point, she was all over me. I asked her if she would do 30 more minutes and at the difference (yeah, I can be a cheapskate at times). After the first 30 minutes were up, i ran to the ATM.

However, it was probably the best 60 minutes I have EVAR had in the vip.
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okay just re-reading this and i'm confused where you say you were going to do the VIP so you paid for 30 minutes? how did you pay for 30 minutes and the next sentence is "about halfway through...", which would indicate you paid before the time started, but i know you don't do that. hence my confusion...

and what do you mean by 30 more minutes "at the difference"? what's that? /:O

lestat1
02-16-2010, 01:40 AM
Valentine's Day - Two Club Night
So rather than sit home alone feeling single and miserable, I headed out to a club I haven't been to in a while. I showed up and was the first customer of the night. No dancers on stage, just me, a couple dudes working there, and the sexy bartender. Yup, not only was I at a strip club on VDay, I was the first guy there. So feeling not at all pathetic, I waited an hour or so for the dancers in the DR to come out and approach the other guys who had arrived since then, but not me. Great. The second the DJ announced a dancer on stage I went over to the stage area hoping for attention. There ended up being only three dancers working during my three-hour stay, and alas, SW's lovely JayATee was not one of them that night.

I tipped and then asked the dancer on stage for a private dance, and she said she'd come find me. Following her stage set and before she found me, I had to go to the bathroom. Thus ended our business relationship for the night. While I saw her since then, she never stopped by for a private dance. One down, two to go.

Later I met a friendly and talkative dancer and quickly went for two private dances ($35 to the house, $40 to her). She briefly stayed with me afterwards (it being dead there) and I bought her a drink, an uncharacteristic move for me, but I was actually enjoying our conversation. She left me for another customer before finishing her drink (I forgot to tip her for her time, so that was my bad). She stopped back briefly, but having bungled that up I didn't manage to retain her company for the rest of the night.

On to dancer #3. I had my eye on her from the start. I liked the skimpy dress she was wearing and she was a classicaly sexy blonde. I tipped her on stage and asked her for a private dance. By some miracle, she actually came by and offered me a private dance after her stage set. I went with 4 songs for $60 to the house, and gave her an $80 tip. She delivered more enthusiasm than dancer #2 and I enjoyed my dances. Having exhausted the three dancers working there, I headed out, with club #2 as my destination.

Arriving at my favorite club, I found it dead but with a sexy blonde, sporting large fake breasts, on stage. She had a sensual style and immediately captured my attention. Watching for who else was working I saw a tiny blonde who looked about 20 (and adorably cute & sexy) come out of the dressing room and head back in. Either one of them immediately went on my dance card. I saw another dancer who was uninspiring, and then a petite brunette who also made it to the dance card list. As timing and fate would have it, the blonde from on stage was the first to stop by during her tip walk.

I went with 3 songs for $60 to the house and an $80 tip to her. She was soft, slow, sensual, and gave me just the kind of dances that I love. She had a strange humility about her where she seemed shocked I wanted dances from her. I assume it was part of her hustle, and she was far too gorgeous to not expect customers to be slack-jawed and speechless by her mere presence. Having a lot of fun and enjoying the two-way contact dances of this club (it's amazing the difference simply having my hands on her waist makes), I purchased another 3 songs at $60 to the house and $80 to her. She provided more great sensual dances, the only downside being her SS efforts to convince me she was sexually enjoying herself immensely. There is just something about trying to provide an extremely unrealistic fantasy that only serves to illustrate the reality of the situation. No matter, her style was still wonderful and somewhere during song 5 or so I exploded. She asked me if I just got off in a manner where I was suddenly worried. It's usually the norm here and they don't (or pretend not to) mind, but you never know with a new dancer. After I told her yes, her response was to high-five me and wish me a happy Valentine's Day. She proceeded with some all-too-brief cuddling time, but left before our time ran out. That was disappointing as she interrupted the best part of the night for me, but I can't really complain. Ultimately she showed me a great time, though more aftercare would've made the evening perfect. I inquired about her schedule, but it's rather sporadic. I hope to see her again, $280 is a small price to pay for a few hours of serenity and peace on Valentine's Day.

SPLUT
02-17-2010, 08:19 PM
I hadn't been to a club since at least last June. I was trashed and heading home when I decided to stop at a local dive. The club is small with three stages going and quick service. I sit at a side stage as the dancers change. I get a thin blonde who returns my smile. I tip her show, and when her set was finished she asked if I wanted company. You'd need a high speed camera to find the time lag from when her ass hit the chair and she asked for a dance. That shit usually doesn't play, but she was hot and it was getting late. We hit the dance room - a large rectangle with 5 to 6 pairs of worn chairs. I pay for my wrist band and as we sit down she tells me it is $10 dance night. She sits in my lap and we chat until the next song starts. I get a very hot dance - well worth the 10 bucks. As the DJ calls out "BlaH,blaH, up in one" she asks if I want something special. After a little conversation she buried the bone and tickled my balls with her chin. Four feet from the bouncer who just stares out into the club. Strange days....

Chili Palmer
02-21-2010, 12:11 AM
Perhaps the most underrated part of this board is the ability to make "friends," even if they are just of the cyber-variety. Fortunately for me, here in AZ, I've made two good ones: Richard Head and azdd. Remarkably, even though we all fish in the same lake and often have similar tastes in dancer looks and styles, there's still some very good intel sharing between us.

So when I got the PM that an old fave of ours who had moved away was returning, I had to dust off the ol' lap pants and head down to the club to see her. Afternoons at this club used to border on spectacular for both the custys (lotsa great looking dancers) and the dancers (the only club in town that was consistently busy in the afternoons). The local economy has taken its toll on both sides, though. A sign on the door read "Steak & Lobster: $9.00." As many of you may know, I'm Jewish, and while we don't have many sins, one of the big ones is paying retail for anything. That said, I want my steak & lobster to cost more than $9.00, especially if it is being served in a landlocked state and in a city surrounded by the largest desert in North America.

I select my seat, and get up to hit restroom. I almost run into a brunette stripper who towers over me, apologize to her and continue on to use the facilities. When I come out, she's sitting in the lap of the dude next to my table, her legs extending into the next zip code. I am on a mission, I must not get sidetracked, I must stay focused, eyes on the prize and all that. Dude says no to a dance from her (but "yes" to the steak & lobster!) and she glides over to me. I can only see her belly button as she...fuuuuuck, is that an Australian accent? Yes, I'd love a dance on the next song. <sigh> I am so weak.

Aussie does her thing, a nice mild, sensual grind with limited contact (no naughty bits touched by either party). When she goes reverse cowgirl, I'm looking directly into the middle of her back. Perfect contours, watching it narrow at the waist and having to crane my neck, up, up, UP to see her. Reminded me a bit of the love scene in Cocoon with Tahnee Welch (Raquel's daughter) who had the sexiest back in Hollywood. Am I the only one who remembers this? Is this worse then rlams' foot fetish?

Anyway, we finish two dances and she lopes off her merry way. Of course, in the strip club yin & yang of things, I am next visited by Vulcan Neck Pinch Dancer. As she asks for a dance, she does what she thinks is no doubt thinks is sexy and alluring, but should, in fact, be sponsored by a local chiropractor's office. She reads me the usual Miranda questions (what's your name, where you from, been here before, blah, blah, blah...) all the while twisting my neck muscles into a misshapen heap of pain. I politely beg her off when she finishes her Torquemada technique. More dancers continue to show, but no returning favorite to be found. Not working today? I hope that's not the case.

Meanwhile, high-mileage Asian dancer hits the floor, sees me, and immediately sits down in my lap and starts her patented fingernails all over my body while playing with Mr. Happy technique. She gives me more mileage for free while waiting for the song to start than a huge percentage of dancers do even in VIP. Wonderful attitude. We do six songs, and then I hear the name I've been waiting to hear all day get announced. As she heads to the stage (preceded by about 1.5 seconds by her prodigious and wondrous bust), I waste no time in making a beeline for the front area to be the first to tip her. She sees me, recognizes me and smiles. Acquaintances renewed, I ask her to come down when she's done and let's get some laps.

When her stage set is finished she in fact does come to sit with me. We chat for a bit, rehash some old times, she looks phenomenal and is still as nice a person as you could hope to meet, in addition to her spectacular superstructure and great lap skillz. She's a little rusty (the club she danced at in another region of the country was mostly stage sets; laps were few and far between and allowed for no contact at all). Still, it's wonderful to see her and be with her for a bit, completely worth the time, effort and money. I send her off to see other former regulars, and look to head out soon.

But...there's a Latina dancer in a wife beater with perfect conical-shaped natural C's coming towards me. Powerless...to...say...no. Her first song is mostly spent doing that idiotic booty popping. Second song is in my lap, but I am at a crossroads here. I only carry $20s in a club, and I'm not gonna ask a dancer for change (personal peccadillo), so when I commit to a dance, it's always for two songs unless the first is an absolute trainwreck. By the end of the second song, there's enough mileage/contact to warrant a second set of two. My patience is rewarded as she ups the ante in the third, fourth, and fifth songs. She is one of those dancers I wrote about in another topic who portions out the mileage gradually, and technique is beyond compare. I'm holding on for dear life through songs 6-8, and then she's called to the stage. I go to pay her for the eight songs and she tries to tell me we did twelve. 12? O Rly? I mean, I'll understand 9 or even 10, but a miscount by 50%? So much for the good feelings she'd engendered. I give her $100 (she deserved a tip), but she won't see another penny from me again. At that, my SC day is done, and it's back to the homestead.

CP

hockeybobby
02-21-2010, 12:19 AM
Very entertaining read CP. I have a weakness for that Aussie accent too. God bless 'em.

3-Legged Man
02-21-2010, 06:18 AM
Thanks for the great write-up, CP. I would have never met the Latina ROB because I have such a weakness for high-mileage Asian dancers.

Smokeless
02-21-2010, 11:45 AM
$9 steak and lobster? What is it, some new genetically modified fungus?

Thanks for the entertaining TR.

Chili Palmer
02-21-2010, 04:46 PM
Thanks, guys. Forgot to mention my favorite super-MILF was there dressed in her civvies, hanging out and NOT buying any dances. She's vaulted to the top of my list for Mother-of-the-Year though--she told me that she was buying her daughter some 525cc implants the following day. That'll be about a 1250cc combined Mother-Daughter combo. Dayum.

CP

FBR
02-21-2010, 05:40 PM
^excellent TR

FBR

CalifSCVisitor65
02-21-2010, 07:27 PM
Dayum I have never met an Aussie dancer yet. :'(

I luv their accent too.

mediocrity
02-22-2010, 11:15 AM
Thanks, guys. Forgot to mention my favorite super-MILF was there dressed in her civvies, hanging out and NOT buying any dances. She's vaulted to the top of my list for Mother-of-the-Year though--she told me that she was buying her daughter some 525cc implants the following day. That'll be about a 1250cc combined Mother-Daughter combo. Dayum.

CP

For some reason I have always found mother/daughter duos sick on some level.

JoeUnCool
02-22-2010, 11:53 AM
For some reason I have always found mother/daughter duos sick on some level.

I've never seen one that did anything for me either. However, my experience is limited to 1 duo. The mother looked much better than the daughter, but it was nothing to write home about.

azdd
02-22-2010, 11:59 PM
Perhaps the most underrated part of this board is the ability to make "friends," even if they are just of the cyber-variety. Fortunately for me, here in AZ, I've made two good ones: Richard Head and azdd. Remarkably, even though we all fish in the same lake and often have similar tastes in dancer looks and styles, there's still some very good intel sharing between us.

Indeed, the intel that became the basis for this TR was some of the best news to come around these parts in a long time!


Reminded me a bit of the love scene in Cocoon with Tahnee Welch (Raquel's daughter) who had the sexiest back in Hollywood. Am I the only one who remembers this? Is this worse then rlams' foot fetish?


Oh yeah, I remember that scene BIG TIME! Incredible, beautifully contoured back, and those Raquelesque eyes, with that flawless bronze skin in the moonlight. Who could blame Steve Gutenberg for being a peeping tom!


We do six songs, and then I hear the name I've been waiting to hear all day get announced. As she heads to the stage (preceded by about 1.5 seconds by her prodigious and wondrous bust), I waste no time in making a beeline for the front area to be the first to tip her. She sees me, recognizes me and smiles. Acquaintances renewed, I ask her to come down when she's done and let's get some laps.

She does know how to make a stage entrance doesn't she? I love it when she's walking towards me from all the way across the club and watching all the heads jerk in unison to check out her amazing skyline as she struts by them, straight to my lap.


When her stage set is finished she in fact does come to sit with me. We chat for a bit, rehash some old times, she looks phenomenal and is still as nice a person as you could hope to meet, in addition to her spectacular superstructure and great lap skillz. She's a little rusty (the club she danced at in another region of the country was mostly stage sets; laps were few and far between and allowed for no contact at all). Still, it's wonderful to see her and be with her for a bit, completely worth the time, effort and money. I send her off to see other former regulars, and look to head out soon.

I had my reunion last Friday, and she couldn't be more thrilled to be back in her old stomping grounds. I visited her at her club last summer in that "other region", and it was a miserable place. She said there were actually days there where she made almost nothing, which is just unbelievable. She is pretty much a non-stop LD machine in Phoenix, somewhat to the chagrin of other dancers in her club here; the pie just got sliced into considerably smaller pieces....

Thanks for TR Chili, and for the "cyber-pal" props!

rlams2000
02-24-2010, 06:18 PM
Speaking of fetishes, last Saturday I met a dancer that is 4'10"and has the cutest most adorable little feet.

This pretty much sums up my trip report.

hockeybobby
02-24-2010, 06:31 PM
Short and sweet.

rlams2000
02-25-2010, 10:59 AM
I hope she likes me.

hockeybobby
02-25-2010, 02:31 PM
We'll be the judge of that...in your "does she like me?" CC thread, coming soon.

:)

Dirty Ernie
02-27-2010, 06:11 PM
*WARNING* This is not a Trip Report:

I don't do TRs. I did however find myself in Sapphire's LV on the Friday of SuperBowl Weekend. What a clusterfuck of humanity! Visitor attendance up 12% over last yearto 287,000. Estimated $89 mil in non-gaming revenue that weekend.

Picked up by the Sapphire Party Bus from Palazzo at 11:30. Skip the line, no cover, and find the rest of the group in the side theater where the male review normally performs. The place was elbow to elbow. Probably 300+ dancers in house that night. This was my first trip to a SC since the ATF retired. Made 3 circuits through the main floor before I found a single dancer worthy of approaching. The majority of girls seemed to be occupied at custy tables and, relatively speaking, there weren't alot of floaters around. Pretty tame dances and she must have failed math, cuz she couldn't count.

Spent the rest of my time there trying to track down my buddy who refused to leave any money back at the room, and came back to the hotel virtually broke for the weekend at the end of day 1.

While I like the whole LV SC experience, huge crowds are not conducive to my type of preferred SC-ing. That may be a result of being ATF*ed up for the past 4 years. When I return in April, I hope to find things a little quieter.

On a side note: despite $12 for a Coor's Light and Cocktails ranging from $17-20, the bartenders, particularly in the side theater, could not keep up.

JoeUnCool
02-28-2010, 06:13 PM
*WARNING* This is not a Trip Report:

I don't do TRs. I did however find myself in Sapphire's LV on the Friday of SuperBowl Weekend. What a clusterfuck of humanity! Visitor attendance up 12% over last yearto 287,000. Estimated $89 mil in non-gaming revenue that weekend.

Picked up by the Sapphire Party Bus from Palazzo at 11:30. Skip the line, no cover, and find the rest of the group in the side theater where the male review normally performs. The place was elbow to elbow. Probably 300+ dancers in house that night. This was my first trip to a SC since the ATF retired. Made 3 circuits through the main floor before I found a single dancer worthy of approaching. The majority of girls seemed to be occupied at custy tables and, relatively speaking, there weren't alot of floaters around. Pretty tame dances and she must have failed math, cuz she couldn't count.

Spent the rest of my time there trying to track down my buddy who refused to leave any money back at the room, and came back to the hotel virtually broke for the weekend at the end of day 1.

While I like the whole LV SC experience, huge crowds are not conducive to my type of preferred SC-ing. That may be a result of being ATF*ed up for the past 4 years. When I return in April, I hope to find things a little quieter.

On a side note: despite $12 for a Coor's Light and Cocktails ranging from $17-20, the bartenders, particularly in the side theater, could not keep up.

Vegas does feel a little bit cold. Made it to 3 clubs. While I liked them all, I must say that I enjoyed my time at Cheetah's a little bit more. I was fortunate that I met a girl at Cheetah's that had game. Spearmint Rhino and Treasure's were also fun places. SR was a head turning type of place, wow. Treasure's was a bit of a disappointment in that I had my heart set on a gorgeous girl I met in ABQ about a month before that said she was from vegas and worked at Treasures. Never did find her and another girl told me that she was in ABQ that week. Still lots of beautiful women everywhere.

Ernie, u r like me. I prefer to go out on my own. Crowds tend to drive me away. That's another reason why I liked Cheetah's.

CalifSCVisitor65
02-28-2010, 08:17 PM
I don't do TRs. I did however find myself in Sapphire's LV on the Friday of SuperBowl Weekend. What a clusterfuck of humanity! This was my first trip to a SC since the ATF retired. Made 3 circuits through the main floor before I found a single dancer worthy of approaching. The majority of girls seemed to be occupied at custy tables and, relatively speaking, there weren't alot of floaters around.

While I like the whole LV SC experience, huge crowds are not conducive to my type of preferred SC-ing. That may be a result of being ATF*ed up for the past 4 years. When I return in April, I hope to find things a little quieter.



Interesting that Sapphire's would be that packed. I understand it's SB weekend, but it's such a large place not like SR. :O :-\

I agree wholeheartedly when the club is too crowded, it kills my SC mood. >:( I'm not interested in taking 30-45 mins to find seat to get a dance everytime that's why I never been back to SR.

The_Oceans
03-23-2010, 12:33 AM
First time trip report (I think)...naturally, it's a Vegas trip.

Part One - Thursday at the Rhino
I've actually thought about paring back on my SCing when I go to Sin City. I was out playing pai gow poker at the Bellagio, hit a couple of real good bonus payouts and ended up winning about $600. Just enough to bring me to a manageable $300 loss for the trip, and padding my current stash for one, possibly two *really* fun club nights. My fave at SRLV, "H", texted me at 9:30 in the evening to see if I'd come in. Because of the aforementioned run, I didn't get around to texting her back til 1:30am. Naturally, she's still there, and after debating it in my head while walking between the cash cage and my car, I decide to go.

I get to SR around 2am, and the place is jumping for a Thursday night. Literally nowhere to walk once you got past the door to the half-hour room at the front. I'd texted H to let her know I'd arrived and would meet her at the DJ booth - she said give her 10mins. Twenty minutes later we find each other, and given that no tables were available and there were queues round the corner of every 3/$100 room, we elect for a half-hour (as every 3/$100 with her evolves into two or three anyways). H is Eastern-European, tall, brunette, hard body, sweet personality - pornstar Aletta Ocean is probably a close body double. She and I land the last available booth in the half-hour room and get straight to work. We've developed quite the strip-club rapport over the time since we met on a slow night at a different club because the girl I came to see wasn't there. Our moves with one another are predictable but no less effective or exciting - she likes when I rub her neck and shoulders deeply; I like when she drags her nails down the front and sides of my shirt. We talk flirty and naughty with one another, and we touch each other liberally (she once told me the only no-fly zones were anything that could be covered by polkadots, when wearing a barely-there red bikini with white polka dots only over her nipples and pussy), though not so much as to draw attention from the bean counters.

By the time the half-hour is done, it's the end of her shift. We make plans for the next night, when we are supposed to meet to see a show. We hug as we say "see you tomorrow"...little was I to know that this was probably the last amicable conversation we'd have.

(continued)

The_Oceans
03-23-2010, 12:58 AM
So H and I were supposed to see a show Friday night. I'm at one of the Mirage bars having a light dinner and watching my alma mater (UC Santa Barbara) play Ohio State in the first round of the NCAAs. I text H to tell her where I'll be and to come get me there instead of meeting in front of the theatre. Well the game ends earlier than expected, so I tell H to never-mind on that message and meet me at the theatre entrance as planned. By 9:15 I've not seen or heard from her, so I call her. Leave a voicemail, then as soon as I hang up I get a text - it's her, cancelling, because of an "emergency" with a friend.

Fuck.

I text her back cordially, though it's everything I have right there, in the middle of the casino, to be much less so. Since I've already paid for the tickets I go to the show (LOVE), which is Cirque du Soleil to a Beatles soundtrack. Great, EXCELLENT visuals, and of course the music is top-notch.

I decide at that point to deviate from the norm. I do a mental cross-check and realize there's a club I haven't been to since it opened around 6-7 years ago, so I decide to check it out.

Part Two - Friday at Treasures
Last time I'd been there in 2003 or 2004, it was dead, dead, DEAD. Spent the better part of the night with a girl I knew from Club Paradise in the upstairs main room with no one else around. This time, I walk in and the place is just as packed as the Rhino was the night before. After walking around for a bit I go upstairs to get a birds-eye view. After the bouncers help a guy out of the club (he'd passed out in his chair, with all of his credit cards and IDs spread out on the table in front of him), I spot a lanky brunette, "C", on the main stage below. Think: a younger Jessica Biel. Fortunately, stage rotation brings her upstairs, so I go to the stage, admire C's show from up close, tip her a Lincoln, and ask if she'd be available when she's done. She is, and again, with all of the tables occupied, it looks like another 3/$100 minimum buy. (Yes, I know it's not smart to start here blind, but I had a good feeling about her.) We retire to a glassed-off booth, take care of the business end of things, and she dances. It's her second night at Treasures, she'd come down from SF, and my-oh-my where has this girl been all my life? C's exceptionally friendly and receptive to my preferences (I like grinding but not too much; she has wonderful legs that she doesn't seem to mind my rubbing). I go ahead and extend for a second set, when the DJ announces that the front room (normally their restaurant) is also available for seating. We go downstairs, hang out for a bit, watch a bachelor party watch us as she dances five or six times for me, before she finally takes her leave.

After a bathroom break (no attendant!) I dive back in the main room. I don't see anyone I like until her. She's platinum blonde, tan, slim, and OMG, DDG. I had seen her while hanging out with C in the front room; she made the rounds with the bachelor party and left everyone satisfied. She's talking with a couple of the hosts; I decide to be proactive and make sure she's not being set up for someone else. She isn't...but the host introduces me to "V" as one of their "VIP girls". So Champagne room or bust...

The damage is $500 to her plus a $250 bar tab. We order a couple of cocktails and a couple bottles of water (which probably accounted for 1/3 the tab...haha), I settle up with her, and away we go! V is very sensual, extremely friendly, and quite engaging to talk with. While she dances for me, we talk about the 2012 prophecies, afterlife...you know the usual stuff with a dancer on a Friday night in Vegas. Seriously, this woman is as sexy, classy, and high-caliber as anyone I've met in my SCing (and I've met my share). We exchange cell digits before the hour's up, and she even stays with me afterward while we wait for the bar tab to be settled. (Almost too long; the host said if we stayed any longer he'd have to charge me - not my fault the waitress was busy.)

So while I had the disappointment of being stiffed on my planned date, the best medicine for me was to jump back on the horse and learn to ride again. It felt great.

Richard_Head
03-23-2010, 05:52 AM
By 9:15 I've not seen or heard from her, so I call her. Leave a voicemail, then as soon as I hang up I get a text - it's her, cancelling, because of an "emergency" with a friend.Predictable outcome, interesting how many "emergencies" these girls can come up with isn't it?

CalifSCVisitor65
03-23-2010, 10:47 PM
Part Two - Friday at Treasures
Last time I'd been there in 2003 or 2004, it was dead, dead, DEAD. Spent the better part of the night with a girl I knew from Club Paradise in the upstairs main room with no one else around. This time, I walk in and the place is just as packed as the Rhino was the night before.

Wow don't hear that about Treasures too often as packed as SR. :O

The_Oceans
03-23-2010, 10:56 PM
Wow don't hear that about Treasures too often as packed as SR. :O

Yup, I was just as surprised - I'm speaking from a volume standpoint versus actual headcount. Granted, it was around midnight on a Friday during the first weekend of March Madness, so it must've been a perfect storm.

joyount
06-14-2010, 06:00 PM
nice report nice to read and great post thanks for sharing.

Golden_Rule
10-06-2010, 12:54 AM
I am going to relate a curious incident that happened to me very recently.

I am in a nude juice bar club "down the shore", as New Jersey folks say, with a male friend of mine I arranged to meet earlier. It was just supposed to be a few drinks and food at a favorite pub. We do that but at his suggestion wind up at a nude juice bar not too far from the pub.

Once there and settled in he reacquaints himself with a dancer friend of his and I get to meet her gal pal. It turns out this is her first day dancing.

We get comfortable chatting and I ask her if she wants to hear what I know about the field and the in's and out's, as it were, of working in strip-clubs. She says she is all ears. I give her my spiel, which I have posted here so I won't go into it other than to say there is a part of it about developing a shield and not to let customers get on the other side of it. To keep everything professional and never let a customer "pierce the vail".

So, I tell her I am switching gears and going to get "custie" on her and take her back to the LD room for her to give me her first ever lap dance. I warn her that I am, despite all I said earlier, a guy and if she knows what she is doing and starts pressing my buttons I am going to start pushing the edge of the envelope.

She says she is up to the challenge.

We head off the the LD room. She has to borrow a house card to swipe in to clock the time as she, as yet, does not have a card of her own. We enter...

She starts giving me a dance, I am directing, after a bit she takes over on her own. She is pretty good and I start pushing back a little. Warmer embracing. Whispering in her ear how lovely she is, how sensual her dancing is and how she is hitting all my buttons. We are face to face and she allows me to kiss her sensuously at the nape of her neck, her clavicle, behind her ear, her ear lobes.

What's this? Her breathing is getting heavy... Apparently she wasn't listening earlier. It appears the vail has been pierced and she is letting her own buttons get pushed.

We begin necking like teenagers. My hands are touching all the places in all the ways a man does when his desire is to please... This calms down a bit when other people come into the LD area. She is a bit flustered by the additional presence.

We go back to our table. We have a soft drink. She suggests a VIP. I think, "Good. Now you are getting it." I ask her how much. She states she doesn't know what the VIP costs. I inquire. I tell her the truth, that I didn't plan on even doing a S-C this evening, let alone a lap dance or VIP [and I didn't - as I said it was my friends idea to hit the club - I was just planning on eats and home]. I have only very little more than the cost of the VIP itself left on me. I wait to hear her say, "In that case maybe next time." It doesn't happen. She says paying for the VIP room itself is fine. I tell her I haven't done a VIP in a long time [which is true] but to be her first would be a a blast. Off we go. I give the doorman the money for a 30 minute VIP. We head inside. My expectations are zero as she knows I have no additional funds. I figure it will be, if anything, just a regular LD and some chat.

The short of it is it picks up where we left off in the LD room. In short time I have her cradled in my lap, she is nude, her head at my left side, her legs - open now, at my right, and I am stroking her; passionate kissing, pressing her buttons, slipping inside of her, trying with honest regard to get her off and it happens; once then again, her face buried in my neck literally whimpering as her kegels clamp down on my fingers massaging her G-spot.

We begin kissing again and after a short while she slides down my body, down to her knees, undoes my belt and then my fly... etc, etc...

She gives me her number when we went back to the table.

I literally told her not to do any of this. That smart dancers with their shit together control the situation and never let the situation control them. I then told her that, just being a guy, if she was good at what she did I was going to try and get her to do all the stuff I suggested she shouldn't do because, well, that is what guys under the influence of the presence of a good looking women doing sexy things to them do.

All I can guess is that she took it as literal concern and caring on my part and wanted to reciprocate in some way. Or maybe she was just in a crazy, lusty, mood and I just was in the right place at the right time. Maybe a lot of things...

Life is strange, but wonderful...

hockeybobby
10-06-2010, 03:51 PM
I'm confused. How much was it for a half hour VIP, and what is her cut of that?