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yoda57us
02-27-2011, 05:25 PM
"Want to get together Friday night?"
"I'd love to but I'm scheduled at the club. We can get together after if you're up for it!"
"Sounds great!"
Every once in a while I get to indulge one of my favorite fantasies. It's the "yoda picks up a stripper and she goes back to his hotel with him" fantasy.
I have other fantasies...
There's the "Laying on the beach in Rio being fed grapes by topless Brazilian women in groups of two or three at a time" fantasy. The "Oh no, that beautiful Asian waitress from the restaurant wants to come over and spend the night with me and my date again" fantasy. Can't forget my "wow, I never thought you'd be able to get the whole thing in your mouth" fantasy and, of course, the "retired hot dancer and SW member of Eastern European descent kidnaps me and holds me prisoner as her love slave" fantasy. This is one of my favorites. It involves Martinis, lube and a secluded out door location...among other things...;)
But I digress....
My naughty girl's club is not terribly close to my home town so when we "get together" it always involves getting a room...a small price to pay for the joys that await. I hopped on price line (the cheater's best friend for finding three and four star accommodations at two star prices) and found a great place. I used to do Red Roofs but the priceline deal is usually less money for a much better room. I don't usually end up staying overnight anyway but the "motel creep factor" kinda got to me a few years ago when I was stuck at Motel 6 for a week in a strip mall that reminded me of an episode of Cops. No thanks...
My exotic South American hottie works the day shift and gets done around 7 so I headed out to check in to my room. After losing the "I usually get a king size bed" argument with the front desk clerk at the hotel I headed out to scope out a restaurant for a little post-coital dinning. Hint to all of you guys trying to get lucky, you gotta feed the lady, it's not optional, and the drive through isn't really going to cut it. For the record, sweets and the occasional small gift don't hurt either. Go ahead, call me a suck-up...
Mission accomplished! I found a popular chain steak house that we both like and also made note of a nearby dunkin donuts that would supply my caffeine fix and her hot chocolate night cap for our rides home later on. Some would say I'm a bit anal about the small details..ya think?
Time to head over to naughty girl's club for a bit of conversation and some warm-up lap dances. Now, lemme tell ya', it may sound like a waste of time buying lap dances from a girl who is going to give you the full Monty later on that night but, trust me, it's not. In fact, they are friggin' awesome...more on that later.
to be continued...
Chili Palmer
02-27-2011, 10:14 PM
Do please continue, and no, understanding all the proper logistics for an OTC rendezvous is never considered sucking up, at least by me.
CP
yoda57us
02-28-2011, 07:40 PM
It was a pretty crappy day as I headed to naughty girl's current place of employment. It was raining heavily with snow in the forecast for later that night. I was doing the math trying to figure out roughly what time I would be driving back home in it. I was a bit concerned for naughty girl too as she had a bit of a drive ahead of her.
let's see...
3ish...arrive at club
3ish to 5sih...flirt, tease, talk about other dancers, drool, suck-up, talk about stupid customers, get a few dances.
5ish...back to hotel to make myself presentable (a lost cause according to some)
7ish...naughty girl arrives after a hard day at work.
7ish to 8ish...chit chat
8ish to 10 ish...epic sex.
10ish...dinner...
11ish...head home feeling like Leo in the Titanic "I'm the King of the World!"
According to the weather forecast I would be heading for home right about the time the snow was gonna start. Eh, no biggie. She's worth a little longer drive home.
I arrived at the club and the parking lot was packed! I wasn't overly concerned about being kept waiting since the club visit was not the primary reason for me heading out on this particular winter's day. If miss naughty girl was busy I would chill for a bit and wait. If she was really busy I would just head back to the hotel and wait for our private party!
The place was crowded when I entered, my eyes were out of focus from the sudden change in lighting from daylight to strip-club darkness. I headed towards one of the only empty tables left as I adjusted to the light. Just as I was about to sit down I felt a tap on my shoulder and suddenly my path was blocked by about five feet of very well put-together trouble. Naughty girl had spotted me when I entered the club and headed me off at the pass!
There were a lot of guys in the club but evidently not a lot of real paying customers. Naughty girl was not with a customer and there didn't seem to be any prospects in the room so I was in luck! We sat and ordered a couple of drinks. Naughty girl and I go back a few years and we tend to keep in touch between club visits so our conversations usually just seem to pick right up where they left off. She seemed to be in a good mood considering the lack of business in the club but then again naughty girl is pretty much always in a good mood!
Honestly, I'm pretty set in my ways. I have always been a guy who likes to relax a bit when I go to a club. I'm not a big talker though I do love a good conversation. That being said, the last thing I'm interested in is either talking about myself or listening to some chick's sob stories about ex husbands, child support or psycho boyfriends. I'm going to spend money and I'm usually only going to spend it one one lady. If you tickle my fancy, you get it all. I will choose outgoing, intelligent and cute over drop-dead gorgeous with a bad attitude every time. With naughty girl I get smart, funny and drop-dead cute! Score!
OK, honestly, naughty girl is really not very naughty. I just though it was a cute tittle for this TR. It comes from what she refers to at her club as the "naughty girl booth" back in the private dance area. Every club has one. It's the booth where all the dirty girls go because it's either the darkest or most secluded spot in the club and the easiest spot to do extras in. Now some girls will also prefer this booth just because they like privacy and don't want the other girls watching them even if they are relatively clean dancers. My little naughty girl definitely falls into that category. I've done a lot of lap dances with her over the years and there are generally much dirtier dances going on all around us. Neither of us likes an audience however so the naughty girl booth is the one we wait for...
again, I digress...
So there we were, chatting away about the club, the DJ, the music he was playing, the vibe and the ass on the girl currently on stage. Naughty girl thought she had a great ass. From where I was sitting I had to agree with her. A very nice ass indeed. The DJ called my little friend to the stage at the start of the next song. I usually go to sit at the stage during her set but it was fairly crowded up there and she had left her drink at the table so I decided to stay and watch from my seat...I also wanted to see the ass on the previous stage dancer from a slightly closer vantage point as she walked by...}:D
more to come...
kaiarose
02-28-2011, 08:01 PM
Tease!!
lopaw
02-28-2011, 08:18 PM
yoda-
you write so well, and you have our rapt attention.......
eagerly awaiting the sure-to-come (!) juicy bits ;)
yoda57us
03-01-2011, 06:39 PM
Thank you Lopaw. You are too kind. I plan on finishing up...or at least posting chapter 3, tomorrow afternoon...
Casual Observer
03-01-2011, 07:34 PM
understanding all the proper logistics for an OTC rendezvous is never considered sucking up, at least by me.
In the military, there's a saying; amateurs study tactics, professionals study logistics.
<S> Yoda
Smokeless
03-02-2011, 12:25 AM
You wonder why there aren't more TR's? Because the rest of us mere mortals can't possibly measure up to Yoda's stories. I was at the club last Saturday and thought of the possibility of a TR, but I can't possibly measure up. TR envy.
yoda57us
03-02-2011, 08:13 AM
LOL, that's very flattering smokeless but, trust me, all of my SC visits are not TR worthy. Actually, in my view, most of them aren't. I'm a regulars guy. I walk in when I know my fav will be there, she is almost always expecting me, we have fun and I leave. I write a TR once every few years when something out of the ordinary happens...
sadbuttrue
03-02-2011, 08:43 PM
Yeah, with the last reg it was five years, excellent though I thought it was, it was pretty much the same.
The others were so extra-sy, often about fifteen minutes or so, but maybe they are too revealing and also not much of a story to it pop-n-go.
Sad
Smokeless
03-02-2011, 11:51 PM
... I'm a regulars guy. I walk in when I know my fav will be there, she is almost always expecting me, we have fun and I leave. ...
Actually, same here. Rarely anything exciting to report, even if I am entirely satisfied with my visit. Even with out-of-town visits, I now have favorites in Albuquerque, Salina, in addition to the gals I frequent at home. I enjoy a warm, familiar bosom!
Last weekend I had the pleasure of the company of two of my favorites, four songs each plus conversation. Only one moment out-of-the-ordinary (and barely reportable) was waiting for one of them while a customer who had had a few too many drinks fell asleep in her arms. Plus an adequate dance through two songs with a young newbie whose perfect nipples were something to behold, but who couldn't hold a candle to the two other women. They know exactly what I like and how I like it. There have been evenings that I've arrived, couldn't find an old friend, and left.
Rookie2010
03-07-2011, 05:55 PM
drunken post! editing for proper TR will post when done :)
maximvsv
03-08-2011, 03:16 AM
Rookie, when you're less addled, I'd like to hear how things went. So, please revisit the evening.
Tonight's trip was sedate. I was out at Delilah's in Philadelphia. I didn't get any dances this time. I just spectated.
John Vee, a local DJ/promoter was leaving just after I got there. Apparently, he was there showing around another DJ and producer who had some connection to 2 Live Crew and an event that's coming up on Thursday night.
It was a decent showing for a Monday night. Around 20 dancers. I was glad to see Jackie and Winter. They're lots of fun but usually only in the club on weekends. Another surprise was Nadia. She is not there often. She and her sister started dancing there at the same time around 2002, if I remember. Nadia stopped and became one of the champagne hostesses for years, and she only started dancing again recently. When she's walking around the club, it's like seeing a Lamborghini cruising the street. I definitely need to put together a proper budget and get some time with her while she's still around.
I had my first real conversation with Kendal. She reminds me of Chrissy68. I'm not sure how we got there, but within the first couple of minutes we were already working on Shakespeare references. Another person to set aside a block of time for (in addition to Marissa, Mercedes, Chloe, etc.).
Would you want to hear about the stage sets? Jackie and Winter have started doing tandem, synchronized pole work. Remy was doing part of the routine she had for the most recent pole dance competition. Satin did a lot of graceful, carousel moves.
The only comedic thing I saw tonight was when a guy in a suit was so distracted at his table by Ellie, one of the cuter Russian girls in the place, that he not only knocked over her mimosa, but he broke the stem of the glass in the process. She got a replacement drink and at least three dances out of the situation.
At the end of the evening, I spent a few minutes talking with Jackie and Winter, met a bartender from G Lounge in Center City (apparently there's big doings for Mardi Gras tomorrow) and was on my way home.
yoda57us
03-08-2011, 03:53 PM
Where was I?
The naughty girl booth is dark! Honestly, a little too dark for my taste. Though I do think that a really good LD session is about feel-me touching her and her touching me-a bit of visual stimulation is involved as well. Miss naughty girl is quite a looker in my estimation. Beautiful brown eyes, a smile that can and does light up a room and well, a really great ass! Then there is her accent and her laugh...good stuff to be sure!
Naughty girl could probably dance all night for me, never get undressed, and still drive me wild. Thankfully she hasn't figured this out yet so I still get full access to all of her soft and sexy girly parts. Soft caresses, tender nibbling kisses and mutual nipple sucking...yeah baby, now that's what I'm talking about! Listen, no offense to all of you guys looking for blow jobs in a strip club but really, I think nipple sucking is a vastly under rated activity! I mean, she has to unbutton your shirt to get to them in the first place and that's always a good thing. Most of the time it involves her bare boobies rubbing up against your chest before the sucking begins and, if you are dealing with a fairly enlightened girl, her nipples will often wind up in your mouth too! It's a win/win in my book!
My hands rubbing her totally squeezable derriere as she slides S-L-O-W-L-Y back and forth on my crotch. The little guy is on fire straining against my soft warm-up pants as my hands move from her curvy little butt up her waist and around her perfectly awesome breasts. I move my hands up to her shoulders and gently massage them as she falls into me and her body lays limp in my arms. Mmmmmm this is fun! On this particular night, it is also foreplay which is just the icing on the cake! It rarely works out that a visit to miss naughty girl's club ends up with the two of us in a hotel room after work. Usually our rendezvous take place when we both have a day off. It's all quality time. A bit of very stimulating conversation, some passionate sex-play and a good meal accompanied by more great conversation. The pace maybe a bit more relaxed during those visits than it is when she meets me after work but the ITC foreplay makes for a different sort of experience! It's all good, trust me!
The squeezing, fondling and giggling rages on...sorry to disappoint but there is no sticking of anything anywhere involved in our lap dance ballet. Sensuality is what it's all about. I used to be an extras hound but once I moved away from quickie's in the club and embraced the concept of a nice comfy hotel room and a bed with clean sheets ITC extras lost their appeal for me. Sensuality is about two bodies moving as one, it's about being a little risque without having to look over your shoulder for the bouncer. It's about being on the edge, not about having to clean up the mess...
Miss naughty girl gave me all that I could handle for a half hour or so in the barely-lit naughty girl booth. I caught my breath and we headed back to our table. We had both worked up an appetite (hehe) and decided to take advantage of the club's surprisingly good food menu and have dinner there rather than trying to fit dinner in later in the evening. Considering the weather forecast it seemed like a good idea. For the record, miss naughty girl is even sexy when she is eating dinner...
With dinner behind us and the end of naughty girl's shift approaching I decided to take my leave. We briefly discussed a few logistics of our meeting for later that night, we hugged warmly and I headed off into the rainy late afternoon for my ride back to the hotel. It was a fun and friendly tease in the club. The kind of afternoon I relish with miss naughty girl even when the nightcap is not on the menu. On this day however the anticipation I was feeling for what was going to happen later that night was making me absolutely giddy. As I left the club I was walking on air.
Ever have one of those smiles on your face so big that you just know everyone who sees it is wondering what you are up to?
JoeUnCool
03-10-2011, 07:14 AM
Do please continue, and no, understanding all the proper logistics for an OTC rendezvous is never considered sucking up, at least by me.
CP
Preparation is the key to success. Yoda and CP do it better than anyone. This is their sport, and I am in awe.
Athenathefabulous
03-10-2011, 02:40 PM
Last night, me, kylea, and 2 male friends decided to go strip clubbing. I alotted myself a 500$ budget for the night. I was really hoping to go into some of the worst strip clubs in the city so i could buy my friend a lapdance from a pregnant chick, but unfortunately, the two diviest clubs had no girls on stage so we settled for a mid-range dive.
the girls were cute in my opinion and i sat at the stage with my buddy to tip. I decided i wanted to buy a half hr CR with my friend and a girl of our choosing. A hot blonde was on stage, i asked her how much a half hr was wtih her, she said 250$ and proceeded to essentially ignore us the entire time she was on stage. i decided that a half hour with a girl who was so dense that she couldnt pay attention to us even after i expressed interest in spending money on her would probably not be fun so we searched for another girl. after asking 2 other girls about the half hour and getting a similar level of disinterest, we finally settled on the only girl who was even slightly friendly to us. she was cute... not my type but she was very pretty in a young school girl way.
We went with the girl to ring up the room, and hte champagne room host turned out to be the bitchiest VIP host that i have ever encountered. I dont know whether she had it out for this particular girl, but she asked us if we were sure we wanted to go to CR with this girl and tried to make us second guess our selection. When she seated us in the room and i signed the reciept, she informed me she expected a 50$ tip that went to her... i almost told her to go fuck herself and that i only tipped people who were polite, but i assumed that doing this would have bad reprussions for our stripper so i held my tongue. Then we were served some really crappy champagne in... get this... plastic cups. disposable plastic cups.
so our stripper was relatively new to the industry and informed us that she never gets vips and this is the first time she has done a vip with a couple. i told her to dance for my friend and not to be nervous. my friend is a gentleman and kept his hands to himself and she did hte whole "you can touch me i feel weird if you dont bit". i agreed with her and told him 'yea T, you need to grab a boob" and my friend decided it would be a good idea to reach for MY boob, so of course i redirected his hands to her.
her dances were rather fast and lacking sensuality, as with many newbie strippers. i told her to slowwwww down and being drunk, decided it would be fun to dance for her. we were all having a good time, i probably got hte only clean stripper in the place. well, she did at one point suggest all 3 of us should make out with eachother.... so not completely clean but no severe extras. the half hour was fun until the rude champagne lady came back and told us to get out because our time was up. she is lucky i was not drunker... i think if i was completely shitfaced i would have emptied the rest of my plastic cup on to her.
when we came back downstairs, a skinny girl from miami was sitting wiht Kylea and my other male friend. This girl was a real keeper... she told kylea and my male friend that she was only a dancer and not a prostitute but she "would have sex with them in the champagne room for 400$ because she has morals." kylea thought it would be funny to give this girl money to unbraid and rebraid my hair... usually i wear my hair in loose braided pigtails. so next thing i know the moral prostitute from miami was sitting in my lap and undoing my braids and rebraiding it really tightly. for whatever reason, i decided i wanted a dance from this woman and tried to purchase one... but rude champagne lady informed me that i wasnt allowed to buy lapdances on my credit card. kylea noticed my struggles and thought that i was really into the girl (i was just buying a dance originally to be polite) and decided to buy me a dance. in the dance area i was then told that if i upgraded then i could eat her pussy (not to be cocky, but i think that my pussy eating abilities pay for itself...) and i declined the upgrade. the dance she gave me was pretty good... in the middle of the dance she then asked if i wanted to see her pussy... i responded awkwardly 'uhh, ok" and she bent over and gave me a good view. keep in mind, NOLA is topless.
after this dance it was last call and time for us to leave. i was completely hammered at this point... i know after that we went down the street to deja vu but i was so drunk i think kylea would have to fill in on that part of the trip report. all in all a fun night... i need to be a customer more often.
yoda57us
03-10-2011, 05:34 PM
when we came back downstairs, a skinny girl from miami was sitting wiht Kylea and my other male friend. This girl was a real keeper... she told kylea and my male friend that she was only a dancer and not a prostitute but she "would have sex with them in the champagne room for 400$ because she has morals."
LMAO! All these years I've been trying to figure out what the price of morality is! Now I know...$400...
Great TR Athena sounds like a fun and crazy night!
Casual Observer
03-11-2011, 05:54 PM
when we came back downstairs, a skinny girl from miami was sitting wiht Kylea and my other male friend. This girl was a real keeper... she told kylea and my male friend that she was only a dancer and not a prostitute but she "would have sex with them in the champagne room for 400$ because she has morals."
Hehe...irony meter pegged on that one.
<S> ATF
StormShadow
03-15-2011, 04:08 PM
Went to two of the Rancho Cordova clubs this weekend. Started at Deja Vu and left after a rather dismal hour. The club looks at its finest, but that's becoming its sole good point. Even for a Saturday night, the number of girls was pretty low, maybe a dozen total. Worse, most of them were not attractive. One thing that really irritated me was they are charging $25 to sit on the benches along the wall. Now, the VIP platform i could see, maybe, since you get to have a sofa instead of a bench or chair and it's yours for the night. At least the waitress was polite when she told me about the charge, so I went to stand by the bar until a table on the main floor opened up. I'm tempted to say that I'll never set foot in the place again, but the place was my favorite during the Risky Business/Ricks days, and I'll probably always want to give it another chance at some point.
Moved on to Gold Club Centerfolds around midnight, place was doing good as usual. As it would happen, ran into a girl who used to dance at Rick's/Deja Vu. I asked her why she left and she said that they charged the girls too much for the split(40%), not counting any penalties like tardiness or missing assigned day. That would make her about the sixth dancer who told me the same exact reason, and probably explains why they can't hang on to any worthwhile talent.
I danced Carly, a centerfold-quality blonde who I met a couple of summers ago. She said I looked familiar, I mentioned that she worked my friend's bachelor party, but she didn't remember it. Also finally got one from Kelly(nightshift), who I'd wanted to dance before but was always getting monopolized by one of my GCC friends. Three new girls I tried were: Jessica, a really well inked brunette; Anya, smoking hot czech girl; and Emi, a tiny asian with an angelic face.
I made another trip to GCC on Sunday, which was a lot quieter but still pretty busy. Persia was there but, understandably, had customers stacked so I never got a chance to do anything but wave hi. Tried out Tylee, a nicely built filipino girl who I think I'll add to my fave list. Wrapped up the weekend with Alize, who's always worth the trip out there.
StormShadow
03-17-2011, 01:20 AM
Made a Hump Day trip to Gold Club Centerfolds and caught the day shift. The traffic was already real bad going back across the bridge, so I figured I'd stick around to catch a bit of the evening shift before heading back.
I was greeted by Racquel, a busty brunette who looked a little like Carla Gugino. We made small talk since I hadn't seen her since last summer. I wanted to just unwind a bit after the drive over, but she had a pleasant attitude and was pretty playful, so headed back for a couple of warmup dances.
I came back out and ran into London. She'd cut her super long blonde hair and colored it darker, which was a shock, would not have recognized her except her tallness and shape are unmistakable. She said she donated her hair to Locks of Love and wanted to try brunette for a while. Again, I was in the mood to just relax but she offered a neck/back rub on top of the dances, so off we went.
Alexia(another busty brunette) and Genevieve(another hot filipina, like Tylee's bookend) stopped by, but neither offered a dance, probably still bad blood between us. Anyway, caught up with them before they left early. They were debating whether to leave or not since it was already 5pm and there were only 4 other custies in the past two hours. Finally sat back with a coffee to recharge the batteries.
Tried out Samantha, a trim twentysomething with long curly blonde hair. Looked good, but no sparks were flying so stopped after two dances. Danced London and Racquel again, Tylee arrived, looking regal, so kept an eye out for her. Kayla (very tight little body still, good to see) came by for a couple of dances and to ask why I'd been away for so long. I launched into my story again for her and she told me about couple of buddies who'd dropped off the face of the earth since the end of the year.
Tylee did her first stage set, but some other custies beat me to her. I did a few more dances with London and called it a night.
rickdugan
03-17-2011, 07:58 PM
This is a tale of a visit to a very weird dive club that led to a very good night.
The other night a buddy and I visited a little dive club in the NE which was close to where we were working that day. This club was so odd that it felt like a parody of a SC rather than the real thing. Garish neon, worn down décor and a bathroom that was really just a closet with urinals all served to let us know that we were in a true dive.
And, of course, the girls completed the picture. They were an even mix of chunky black girls and an odd assortment of white girls. The black girls were all essentially the same – young, pretty and chunky. The white girls, however, were a spectacle. First, I came to learn that the hottest girl in the place was 46, though she looked damned good. Then, of course, there were a couple of young, pretty girls with some padding. Finally, there was the mother/daughter team, with the mother looking like a old, rail thin crack addict and a daughter who might have actually been considered hot if not for a serious wandering eye and some slight buck teeth. All that was missing from this motley assortment was a midget and a bearded lady.
At first I thought that this night was going to be a bust, but then I started chatting with one of the pretty, young, and somewhat padded, white girls. Over the course of two hours, she entertained me in a number of ways, some humorous and others more risque, and overall she simply made the night fun. I tipped her for her time and, as I was about the only guy in the joint that looked like he had two nickels to rub together, she stayed glued to me whenever she was not on stage and while we chatted, flirted, petted, etc., we also got quite toasty together on hard alcohol.
Finally, in my usual manner, I worked the conversation around to how we could make both her and my night better. After a little negotiating, and her feigning an illness so that she could leave the club early, we headed out the door – separately off course. ;)
Somehow, I ended up driving her clunker to my hotel while my buddy followed in his car. This experience brought me back to my teen years, and not only because this car was probably around back then. However, during the drive I enjoyed continuing from where we left off in the club – she truly had a great attitude and sense of humor.
Now normally my OTC encounters start and end within about an hour in the hotel room, but not with her. When we arrived at the room, she decided that she wanted to visit the hotel pool – at midnight. When we arrived at the pool it was already closed AND cordoned off, but in our slightly fuzzy, alcohol induced state we were not deterred. And of course neither one of us had a bathing suit, so we improvised with underwear. This was starting to turn into quite a nice little swim until security showed up, and from what I could gather neither the security guard nor the two guests in the adjoining fitness center were as thrilled about our little dip as we were. :O
Soaking wet, we threw our clothes back on and scooted to the elevator, on our way to finish the night in my room. She wanted to stay for the whole night, but with an early morning ahead of me, I had to decline. The fact that I really didn’t know her yet and did not want to leave her unattended in the room once I was asleep probably also contributed to my reluctance to let her stay, but I must also admit that I was tempted. However, the time that she DID spend there was fantastic, so I certainly have no regrests - her attitude in bed was as good as it was outside of the room. ;)
This was a night I will soon not forget.
Redwolf
03-18-2011, 06:04 AM
The only thing that I laughed about more than wearing underwear in the hotel pool after hours was the closet with urinals.
rickdugan
03-18-2011, 05:25 PM
The only thing that I laughed about more than wearing underwear in the hotel pool after hours was the closet with urinals.
Lol. The reaction of the security guard - who was female btw - was the funniest part for me. As I was coming out of the pool, she huffed out "please tell me you are wearing clothes" in a pained voice. I indignantly replied, "Of course I am", sounding, no doubt, shocked and offended that she could think otherwise, as I emerged from the water wearing nothing but briefs that were probably so see through by then that I might as well have been wearing nothing. ;)
Chili Palmer
03-18-2011, 06:50 PM
Always a nice read, Rick...thanks for sharing.
jester214
03-19-2011, 11:18 AM
Were the people in the fitness center women? I would think guys would hardly care.
mortalman
03-19-2011, 01:00 PM
Were the people in the fitness center women? I would think guys would hardly care.
Then again you've never seen Rick in his see through "tighty whities" ;D
StormShadow
04-21-2011, 04:27 PM
Made a daytime romp at Gold Club Centerfolds in Rancho Cordova. Wanted to dance Lola real bad, but she was busy the whole time. I got a few warmup dances from Genevieve, which were almost enough to send me home floating on air right there. Tried out two girls who had head-turning bodies:
Daniella -- young blonde with pixie good looks, pleasant attitude and fun, but no real sparks between us, cut her loose after two dances.
Alice -- eastern European brunette(maybe Hungarian from accent) early 30s with inviting eyes. Good for a few, might try her again.
Got lost in the back with Alize for a dozen songs, could have danced a dozen more but we were getting worn out. Rested for an while then finished up the day with Genevieve. There are hot women and there are hot women -- Genevieve is thermonuclear.
Cheo_D
05-01-2011, 01:42 PM
Various business and leisure trips over the past month had me all over the US, from the Nation's Capital to the Desert Southwest to the Gulf. So I made a few stops here and there and took some notes:
Washington DC:
Archibald's:
When you're within the D of C limits, there's no lapdancing: you ger a bar with nude dancing girls on stage, who then may sit with you to do "hostessing" -- chatting and hustling drinks for tips -- but that's it.
Archibald's building is half strip club and half regular sports bar/poolhall and the setup in the upstairs of the strip side is kind of duplicating the sports bar style. Depending on where you end up sitting the sight lines can be bad to either or both stages on each floor.
A variety of dancers, with some diversity of looks, something for everyone on a weekend evening. The style is classic DC: you may tip at stage or you will be approached during their post-dance dollar walk. Glass half full in that the cost of an evening here is a mere fraction of what an evening at a lap dance club would hurt.
Las Vegas:
Little Darlings Las Vegas:
Save for the Vegas dance prices it doesn't feel all that "Vegasy", and that's a good thing, it has more of a human scale. Kinda smokier than the recent norm in many clubs. Management/security not in-your-face inside the club but you do go thru an airport-style metal detector on the way in.
On a weeknight 10pm-1am there was a decent diverse crowd with a smattering of couples, and a decent number and variety of ladies. Hustle's on, sure, but most were good sports about a no-thank-you. Took 3 trips back to the private dance area and was quite pleased; setup is a labyrinth of curtained cubicles with loveseats or the "beds" (more like a louging couch, really). Nominal rate per dance is $20 but they use the pricing model where it is presumed you'll drop $40 for 2-way touch. Very good contact for Vegas!
As a full-nude Vegas club, it is a no-alcohol 18+ venue. I found it oddly refreshing to begin the evening having buzzed up elsewhere and then feeling judgement improve rather than deteriorate as the night went by :D - I can imagine that could make the difference between a $300 and a $1,300 night for some people!
Treasures:
My Prior review at: http://stripclubs.stripperweb.com/reviews.php?club=6060&type=customer
Latest visit that review mostly stands.
It is to be expected that the early midweek cast is relatively small and, well, not exactly Playmate level -- but so far I've been able to always find at least one or two who are communicative and friendly(hope my luck lasts!), and one instance each of off-putting overaggressive upsell and of an offer of OTC p4p , so be advised. But, I don't really take names since I'm only there sporadically if my travel incidentally takes me through LV and time allows, can't really make it a destination.
New Orleans:
Penthouse Club:
Made repeat visits both weekend and weeknight evenings.
My prior review: http://stripclubs.stripperweb.com/reviews.php?club=7403&type=customer
The high quality holds up and that earlier review stands reiterated. Midweek night, of course, is quite slower but still good qualitywise. Clean club in all senses of the word and fine pleasant ladies both in looks and attitudes make for repeat business.
Little Darlings Bourbon St.:
You know the one, with the one or two Sisters shaking it on the door trying to entice passersby in.
To put it generously... well, it's not fancy. Once you go in past the other gals waiting to take their turn at the door, there's the main floor, bar and stage: nothing to write home about, somewhat rundown and worn -- fortunately not all the girls share that description, there were some good ones there along with some scary ones. Almost 100% African-American cast and crew but the attitude's cool and loose and no stress with being out of place.
The girl that greets you WILL try to take you "do-not-pass-Go" directly into the lapdance-in-the-round room (open couches around the walls of the space) for a $40 high-contact dance and immediate upsell, you have to work to shake her off if you want to do time checking out the talent in the main room.
High contact seems the rule even in the "open" LD room, as you're sitting down hands are already grabbing what there is to grab, grinding is unapologetic and intense and "purposeful", and offers to go above and beyond happened more than once and in direct and unambiguous terms. But the way even the "plain" dances were going, there would seem to be no need to spend that premium to get where you were going, if that was your goal...
Scores Mansion Bourbon St.:
Saturday evening, at about the same time as the visit to LD's, and while the former had a medium-decent crowd, the Mansion was dead, Dead, DEAD for a Saturday evening at Bourbon. Scant attendance, few (and mediocre) dancers visible. Didn't even finish my drink.
lestat1
05-08-2011, 02:45 PM
Las Vegas - Treasures
I had the Treasures limo pick me up from Planet Hollywood and take me there. I tipped him $10 (I think that's appropriate for a short limo ride, but I don't really know) and was brought in with no cover charge. I opted to have dinner in the steakhouse before heading in to the club. A dancer stopped in shortly after I arrived and sat down. I offered her a drink right away since I couldn't see the stage and I was looking for some sort of entertainment during the meal. We didn't really click, and so after 10 or 15 minutes of forced conversation, she left when my meal arrived. Filet mignon and mashed potatoes. The filet was cooked perfectly (medium rare) and it was delicious! The potatoes were sort of ordinary, but it was a large portion and I was penty full at the end of the meal. The hostess/waitress that works in the steakhouse was very friendly. So with a 20% tip to her, $25 for that dancer's drink (grr) the total bill was $115. Not bad for the meal, service, and the two drinks I had.
On to the club. It is a rare treat coming from New York state to be able to enjoy a cigar indoors, and so I did. I tried to pick an out of the way spot, and when I asked a dancer where I should sit to have it that wouldn't annoy people she told me lots of guys smoke cigars in there and not to worry about it. This was the same dancer who a moment ago taught me that getting a lap dance right after eating isn't the best plan. Oof. Normally, it would take me about an hour to finish a regular-sized cigar, but that night it was closer to 3-4 hours. It tended to go out when I'd get lap dances, and I enjoyed many that night (20+?). I can't remember all of the dancers, but generally speaking I took advantage of the club's diversity and opted for black, asian (my favorite), and any foreign dancers throughout the night, as those are uncommon at my usual clubs back home. Some general observations and highlights follow.
It being a slow weekday night I was told there were only 80 dancers on staff that night. Ha! A slow weekday night at my home clubs means 10 guys and 5 dancers.
I answered the following questions dozens of times: Where are you from? Where are you staying? Have you seen any shows? What have you done so far in vegas? How long are you in town? Dozens and dozens of times.
Every one, from dancers to waitresses to staff, was friendly. I had to say "no thank you" more than once only a few times, and even then the dancers made graceful exits. This was a very welcome change from The Spearmint Rhino and Sapphires.
Bikinis were in short supply with most (all?) dancers wearing a sexy bra and panty set, or some sort of mini-dress instead. A much welcome change from back home!
Lap dances are $20/song, and most of the dancers waited for a fresh song to start. They are topless only with decent contact and some grinding. Some were more sensual than others, and some guided my hands to mild two-way contact. All in all, they are a better value than I expected to find in such an upscale (expensive) establishment.
I had an "I'm getting old" moment when I was tag teamed by two fairly young blondes who each took a knee on which to sit. They offered the usual chit chat (see above questions) but with banter back and forth between them. Their favorite places to shop and the word "like" made frequent appearances in that conversation. It was like listening in on two teenage girls on their cell phones. In other words, I wanted to run away, but they had me pinned down. I told them I was waiting for another dancer (which was true), and they left. Whew, I'm getting old. Side note: the other dancer was a freindly asian dancer whose lap dance hinted at slightly higher mileage then the norm and was my frontrunner all night for a VIP once I finished my cigar. I asked her to return when I finished it, but I never saw her again.
While most everyone was at least somewhat classy, I did hear the following: "Would you watch my drink while I go pee?" Now I don't expect to hear "while I go powder my nose" in this day and age, but there is a middle ground. I had her return the favor, and I got a lap dance when we were both done (pee or no pee comment, she was a beautiful dancer with black skin and hair and cute lingerie on). When I said no thank you to a second, she offered me two dances for $20, which I accepted. When I declined another 2-4-$20, she offered me 3-4-$20. How could I refuse? So I ended up getting 6 dances from her for $60. She showed up periodically throughout the night. At one point she flopped down for some conversation, and moved into a stealth dance. Before I knew it, her top was off and she was giving me a lap dance. I don't appreciate that tactic. I commented that somehow I ended up in the middle of a lap dance, and she told me not to worry, that I'd get the 3 songs for $20 rate. I didn't complain, as she was giving me great deals, but I really don't like that tactic. So that was my last set of lap dances from her for the night.
Asian dancers. Did I mention all of the asian dancers? I was in heaven. I think I've seen one asian dancer ever back home. So I received many lap dances that night from them. A petite Japanese dancer caught my eye, gave a great lap dance, and since my cigar was finished (I'd been at the club 4 or 5 hours by now) off we went. VIPs are complicated there. There are three length/privacy/bar tab options. I opted for $100/three songs, along with a minimum $30 bar tab. I charged it, which meant a long process of paperwork, finger-printing, and waiting for approvals. Multiple times, since the bar tab had to be done seperately. What a PITA, I'll bring extra cash next time. I got an imported beer, she got I don't remember, and I guess that was our bar tab. She asked me for a $20 tip, and the staff asked for a tip. All in all, $100 for 3 songs ended up closer to $170. So after 10+ minutes of waiting on paperwork, we finally got to do our VIP. After four hours of lap dances, I was plenty teased up and ready to go. She didn't disappoint, offering sensual grinding and nice, albeit clean, two-way contact. Somewhere around the second or third song I exploded. She sat with me there for another 15 minutes or so chatting while we waited for the staff to finish up paperwork and bring me back my cards and receipts. I can see why she asked for a tip. We were back there for probably 30-40 minutes with all of the damn paperwork. I was getting nervous that I was "on the clock" and racking up charges, but fortunately they weren't ripping me off and the credit card receipt matched what I expected.
At this point I started drinking more. I had switched to diet cokes so I wouldn't get too drunk or tired, plus too much alcohol and it deadens the senses a bit when it comes to getting my full enjoyment from a lap dance. I sat by the center stage tipping and smoking small mini-cigars. After a while I found it hard to keep saying no to lap dances. Sometime around an hour after my VIP I was really enjoying a lap dance, so I ended up getting a couple more from her. With some surprise and much happiness, I had a rare "two pop" strip club visit. By now it was around 1:30 AM (I had arrived at 7:00 PM for dinner) and it was time to leave.
Awesome strip club visit! This is my new favorite club in Las Vegas. I plan on 2 visits here my next trip out, only going to Cheetahs if a decide on a day trip. I'd have gone back more this trip, but I had a few other large expenditures during my week stay.
addicted
05-23-2011, 08:26 PM
I went to the club yesterday on Sunday, usually pretty dead on Sundays, but dances are 2 for 1. I came really late and just saw the last stage dance, after that, they stay open for about 45 min for just private dances. My usual, girl was busy, so when a new girl came and asked for for a private dance I excepted. All the private booths were busy, so she asked a bouncer if she could take me to the VIP section, cause the regular booths were busy.
She started out by giving me this whole speech, about keep your hands to your self, and she was do do all the work etc.. I never had a dancer give a speech like that.. I thought this is gonna suck..she isn't going to be much fun!
She started out doing, regular stuff, little grinding here and there, she got up to undress some more, I took the opportunity to adjust my self..was uncomfortable, hard on.. pointing down..ouch! She looked awful disgusted at me, and I apologized. The second dance got worse, she slid her breasts down my face, her nipple caught my lower lip, and caused my mouth to open (I honestly didn't mean to open my mouth) this really aggravated her and caused her to tell me to watch my self! She asked if I wanted another song (dance) I hesitated, as to how things had gone so far, but there wasn't much choice as to getting another dance from someone, and I was really attracted to her so I accepted!
Boy was I glad I accepted, the next set of songs (2 for one) was amazing, she got closer and closer, and really started grinding me, especially, when she knelled on the couch legs spread over mine. I didn't grind back, to much as I was afraid she would stop, or get me in trouble with one of the bouncers. On the second song of this set she didn't change positions, and just stayed in the facing me legs spread, position humping me, I finally decided to push back, despite my fears of getting my head kicked in. At the end of that song she said you where almost "there" weren't you, and asked if I wanted another set.. I obviously accepted. She went down stairs to tell the bouncer she was ok, and that she was going to go for another set.
When she returned all she did was stay in the one position, and dry hump me, for two songs! I tried really hard to "finish" but do to the fact that I was wearing tight jeans...carpet burns.. (I also hadn't gotten that comfortable with her yet, I usually like to dance a couple different evenings with a new girl before I fell relaxed with her), I just couldn't and ended up kinda faking it, she moaned and gowned near the end, but seemed like she was faking it . About midway of, all this the club music stopped, but she kept going, it was at least 10 minutes passed the standard two songs!
Afterwords she said you are totally done.. you probably need some napkins... (I didn't) but just nodded anyway. We were both sweaty, and kinda breathless from humping so hard. She said that the club was now closed, and that's , why we could pretty much do whatever we wanted, and that she liked me and that's why she kept on going like that, and that she hoped I would come back, she also told me her schedule, and asked me what my name was again, so she could remember me. I paid her the standard rate for the three sets, and a 25.00 dollar tip. Then she gave me a huge, and told me she would have a poster for me next time.
Do you think she knew that I faked having a orgasm?
And How was she able to get away with this? I frequent this club a lot, and usually if I so much as start grinding back, or kiss their breast I get told that they will get in trouble, and the bouncer will deal with me so top it!
I don't know what to think of the situation?
- One part me is kinda disgusted to think that if the is going this far out of her way to offer extra services to me, she is to everyone! What if some other dude jizzed on her earlier.. gross!! Now she just rubbed that onto me..yuck.
- another part of me wants to go back maybe ware track pants, and silk under ware? And just enjoy myself, maybe I won't have to fake it next time.
Also I feel this has now ruined SCs for me now, as I clearly won't get a dance like that from anyone else, it will be the usual "tease"
whats her game plan here? and isn't she going to get in trouble from the club?
lopaw
05-23-2011, 09:07 PM
I went to the club yesterday on Sunday, .......
What to think of the situation?
Why think anything?
Why over-analyze your SC experience? It is what it is. Sometimes we get extras, and sometimes we don't. It's a crap shoot, depending on many factors - the customer themselves, the dancers mood etc etc etc. You can dissect it to death, or relax and enjoy what is offered (which, as you noted, can include a previous customer's bodily fluids. Caveat emptor.)
Her game plan is money.
The second you read more into it than that, you're destined for a possible broken heart and an empty wallet.
lol I've never faked the big "O" in a SC - but if she knew you did she probably wouldn't care as long as you tipped well and bought lots o' dances.
And welcome to blue. Only the coolest guys & gals hang here ;)
addicted
05-23-2011, 09:36 PM
What to think of the situation?
Why think anything?
Why over-analyze your SC experience? It is what it is. Sometimes we get extras, and sometimes we don't. It's a crap shoot, depending on many factors - the customer themselves, the dancers mood etc etc etc. You can dissect it to death, or relax and enjoy what is offered (which, as you noted, can include a previous customer's bodily fluids. Caveat emptor.)
Her game plan is money.
The second you read more into it than that, you're destined for a possible broken heart and an empty wallet.
lol I've never faked the big "O" in a SC - but if she knew you did she probably wouldn't care as long as you tipped well and bought lots o' dances.
And welcome to blue. Only the coolest guys & gals hang here ;)
Thanks! I am always looking for extras can be hard to find! I tried the escort route, but they are always uglier then there pic, or I am to nervous to enjoy it! I have been spoiled on two occasions where I was allowed to "finish" and now I am always looking for that same high!
I think I will try this same girl again, not looking for any extras other then what she gave me last time, just maybe enjoyed it more next time! Any tips on what pants to wear?
yoda57us
05-30-2011, 03:45 PM
I expect holiday weekends to be slow at my regular clubs but I wondered into one of my favorite Mass clubs today and found quite a surprise...No Dancers!
It seems that since my last visit a couple of weeks ago a representative from either INS or the Commonwealth of MA (maybe both) appeared at the club and demanded documentation on all of the dancers. Well, since about 2/3 of the dancers at this club are undocumented Brazilians they all had to quite! The same thing happened at another Boston area club about two years ago and the place really never recovered. All of this is simply more collateral damage from a series of lawsuits filed by ex dancers in a few mass clubs over the past several years based on the state's independent contractor laws. A few girls made a few bucks from the lawsuits but dozens more have been miserable and been forced to do something they never wanted to do-go on the books!
The topic has been argued to death and I'm sure it will be again but here's a reality. The club I was in today had ONE dancer working (I didn't even see her while I was there) and THREE customers. Brazilians have been the majority of the dancer population at this club for six or seven years now. They attract regulars who spend money on ALL of the dancers during stage sets and dance specials. They don't bother anyone, they don't cheat or steal from the customers or the other dancers. In short, they do their job, earn a living (on the books for the last two years) and help keep the club reasonably well populated with attractive friendly dancers. I'm guessing that, over time, the club will re-populate it's dancer staff but, if it goes the way it has at other MA clubs, they will be second tier dancers at best. In the long run this will hurt business and effect the non-Brazilian dancers who have called this club home for years.
It's amazing, and somewhat puzzling, that these girls can go get a job at Dunkin' Donuts tomorrow but they can't work in a strip club in Massachusetts anymore.
Ah well, my hunch is that many of them will wind up in RI within the next few days. No problem for me since I head down their frequently. Since these are non-extras girls it will be interesting to see how their presence impacts things in the clubs down there.
I stayed to finish my drink and belly-ache with the clubs day manager who has known many of these girls for years. To say he was upset, puzzled and a very pissed-off would be an understatement. I never saw the one dancer who was on this afternoon but I feel badly for her. Most guys aren't going to stay past one drink in a club with only one girl working...
yoda57us
05-30-2011, 06:20 PM
Visited a club in RI on Saturday afternoon that I rarely bother with anymore and was reminded why...
I walked in and was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a smiling waitress who took my drink order immediately. Service has always been an issue in this club and I rant about it just about every time I write a review. This day was a pleasant exception-hopefully a permanent improvement.
As I sipped my water I began to take stock of the ladies on hand. There were ten to twelve dancers on the floor but only a few that I would venture to say were attractive-another issue with this club during the day shift. I recognized quite a few of the ladies but none of my favs were there. This was my second club visit of the day and my last before heading home so I decided to hang out for a while and maybe experiment a little-something I rarely do but I haven't been to a club in a while and I definitely had the itch.
I was approached by a very tall, thin Hispanic gal who started to chat me up. She was pretty enough but couldn't have been more than 19 or 20 years old-an age bracket that I have no interest in what so ever. As she chatted away she gave me several other reasons to lose interest. First she complained about the club being slow. Next she turned her attention to the other girls in the club and started either calling them names or berating them for going full-nude on stage (it's optional in this club). Now, honestly, I didn't know any of the dancers that she was bashing buy I really don't care for that sort of approach. I acted as disinterested as I could and when she finally got around to asking me if I wanted to do a $250 room I said no. Next I said no to a $30 dance (they are supposed to be $25). She wandered off looking as bored as a human being possibly could and hit on the poor bastard sitting at the next table...
Next I was approached by an attractive older Brazilian who I have seen around the city for years. She had been giving me the eye from the stage and I was giving it right back since I had already decided that she was going to end up on my dance card as soon as her dress came off! I was actually a regular with her younger sister for a while years ago but had never made the acquaintance of this particular sibling. We chatted and she wasted no time in asking me for a dance...and I wasted no time in accepting. I was horny, she was sexy as hell. This combination always works out well. We headed to the dance area and settled on topless-only dances. The music started and she wasted no time getting up close and personal. Plenty of eye contact, hands everywhere and a good time was had by all. I stopped after two dances as I was still contemplating a bit more experimenting and possibly waiting to see who showed up for the night shift. We chatted as she got dressed and I told her that I would look for her the next time I visited.
Here's where it gets bizarre...
This one particular dancer had finished her stage set and gone to the dressing room. She emerged wearing shorts, a tank top and sandals-decidedly NOT stripper wear. I assumed that she was going home as it was about six pm and she had probably finished her last stage set. To my surpise she approached me and started trying to sell me a dance...or sex...or an OTC date. I'm still not sure which it was and I've been replaying the conversation in my head for two days now! To say she was chatty would be an understatement of epic proportions. She would ask me a question but not shut up long enough for me to answer. She asked me if I ever see dancers OTC then told me that she used to advertise on Craig's list but stopped "after that Craig's list killer shit" Then she was putting pictures on Face Book but stopped doing that. Evidently her new approach is to get guys to do a $250 booth dance with her (she promised full service) then, if they don't creep her out, she will give them her phone number to arrange for a date outside of the club. This is the point where, if I was the least bit interested, I would normally mention that I have been seeing escorts for many years. I decided to keep my mouth shut (very easy since she was babbling pretty much non-stop). She finally paused to take a breath and looked at her phone. It seems that her ride home was outside so she had to go...what a shame.
Now it gets even weirder...
I decided to leave as the night shift was not impressing me much. As I walked to my car I saw the same dancer/hooker/babbler sitting in the passenger seat of a relatively new but smashed up Civic. I don't know what it is, maybe it's all my years in a previous life of cruising the track in Boston's old Combat Zone, but I know a set of hooker wheels when I see them! The girl driving was about the same age and they were both yapping non-stop as I got into my car. She smiled, winked and waved at me as I got in and and mumbled something to something her passenger as they both continued to giggle.
I pulled onto the highway a few minutes later and spotted the two of them in their bumper-car Civic yapping and cruising up the road. They passed me, honked and waved. Somehow I get the feeling that they spent the rest of the night double-teaming guys at some Motel 6 off the highway for a C-note or another line of blow...
I was actually tempted, out of sheer curiosity, to go onto Back Page and look for their pictures...but I got over it...
fast tan77
05-31-2011, 10:12 AM
"he who hesitates is lost" not sure what famous philosopher said this but I am pretty sure he was also talking about 2 hookers in a beat up honda.
Chili Palmer
05-31-2011, 10:44 PM
Note: All the stuff most of the denizens of this den of iniquity claim to be "icky" are about to be espoused. You have been forewarned.
First time back in LA since I moved away. ONE night, Friday night. Okay, it's the Friday before Memorial Day, but, fuck, it's Friday, man. Gotta be some hotties still in town looking to get their grind on. I could not help but picture Marshall Mathers helping me make the right club choice:
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
(You better)
I won't let you down, Marshall.
I arrive at the City of Industry about 9pm. The strip mall in which the club is located has too many open parking spaces. Not good. In its halcyon days, the club would already be at 50% capacity and just getting warmed up. Not anymore. As I flash my smartphone at the bouncer at the door (thank you, billboard on the 60 Freeway offering a free admission in exchange for a text message), I wander in to what once was, and always will be, my home club. The club where, in 1991, I sat stock still, hands politely by my side, as a gorgeous African-American dancer was about to administer my first real lapdance, and send me into my strip club perving descent, a fall which is still reaching terminal velocity to this day. This Sacajawea of stripping led me, placing my hands onto her generous chest, smiled and then leaned forward, burying me in her cleavage, while moving her hands further on south to territories heretofore unexplored in this SC wilderness. A brave new world opened up, and if only I could remember her name, I'd build a small shrine for her. But I digress...
Back to reality, it's me, a lackadaisical stripper onstage, and two other PLs in the club. Well, it's early I tell myself, trying to force myself to believe the statement. A dancer approaches. Not my type (skinny, no real figure), comes over to me. "Hi. What's your name? I'm ___ . Where you from?" The usual wittty banter one has to come to expect. When I respond "Arizona," she then replies (and I shit you not), "That's near Las Vegas, right?" I blink, once, twice, three times. I am incredulous. I understand there are no stripper LSATs, and I further understand (thanks to our continuing indoctri-, er, education here by our pink sisters) that strippers will play dumb because that's what we're supposed to like, but she was dead fucking serious. I answer "Sort of" and then politely send her off to dazzle the other two custys with her brilliant repartee.
A few more non-starters approach, then finally a hottie arrives. Great figure, gorgeous face, and, when she tells me her name, I know her immediately (bless you, Z-Bone). She's a refugee from the late and much lamented Hawaii Theatre, and is often written about in their Reader Review Boards, some good, some bad, but the bad is often written by 'tards who believe all extras in the VIP should be free. I don't. She actually has some verbal chops, not that it's necessary for me, but a pleasant surprise nonetheless. We chat, and then head to the topless area.
Her laps are top-rate. Hands are stroking, mine are clutching her, she's kissing my neck and cheeks, very, very nice, and instantly the memories of six years hence and what I have been missing in that desert wasteland come flooding back to me. I'm on a budget, however, so we stop after three dances. She offers up the VIP room, but I defer, stating it's still early. As I pay her the $60, she hesitates, and says, tentatively, that might have been four dances. I am saddened--not a ROB on my first dance set back, please! We head over to the floater, who checks his tick marks--sure enough, the number of the counting shall be three, and three shall be the number of the counting. Crisis averted.
Next up, a brunette with some DD-fakies (very fake, and lots of fun to play with). 3 more laps ensue. I spot an older blonde, well known for having, yes, butt implants, as well as the usual enhancements. A long-time favorite, we mack ALL over each other for three more songs, and she gives me the poop on the VIP rooms. 4 dances for $160, but the rooms are now enclosed behind a curtain (!), much different from the open doors in my heydey. She also gave me an additional pricing structure which I found helpful.
As I walk out, the dancer I knew I wanted, even before I knew she was there, was sitting on a PL's lap. I caught her eye, then left the alone, as no one should cut in on another's PL's time. My stripper spidey-sense told me he wasn't buying any dances, and sure enough, two songs later, The Stripper walks over to me and sits on my lap. "I saw you sit near me. I liked that."
"Well, when I know what I want, I want to make sure I'm gonna get it."
She smiled at that. "What are we waiting for?"
We get up, head to the VIPs. It is as advertised. She tells the floater we're gonna start on the next song and proceeds to sit with me, kissing me, groping me and me reciprocating in kind. She tells me her prices, I pick one from Column B, she unzips me, pops on a party favor, and we are off to the races. Even though I hadn't chosen from the top of the menu, she cannot resist and shifts me into her for a bit, then takes it back and proceeds with Plan B. It's magnificent, wonderful, a fitting climax to an otherwise dismal trip back home.
And I have to return in one month. ;)
CP
Nice TR Yoda, thanks! The hookers on wheels game sounds like the old days on Harry Hines Blvd. in Dallas. Not sure if it's still the playground it used to be, but on a few visits I had there quite a few years ago, all a guy had to do was drive up and down this road after 10pm, and the ladies would pull up next to you and make hand motions to solicit your interest. If you accepted, you followed them to a vacant lot and did the deed, or to a nearby notel. It was high hustle, just like a SC. If you hesitated, they would speed off to find the next guy before you could blink.
It was risky as hell, but at the same time strangely exciting.
The club where, in 1991, I sat stock still, hands politely by my side, as a gorgeous African-American dancer was about to administer my first real lapdance, and send me into my strip club perving descent, a fall which is still reaching terminal velocity to this day. This Sacajawea of stripping led me, placing my hands onto her generous chest, smiled and then leaned forward, burying me in her cleavage, while moving her hands further on south to territories heretofore unexplored in this SC wilderness. A brave new world opened up, and if only I could remember her name, I'd build a small shrine for her. But I digress...
Another verbal masterpiece Mr. Palmer! While not as dramatic as your Sacajawea, I can certainly identify with that long ago SC visit that started that long, expensive journey through SCs and VIP rooms which continues to this day! :dance:
JoeUnCool
06-01-2011, 06:08 AM
Another CP masterpiece. :)
bucket
06-02-2011, 02:19 PM
Ok, here goes. I live in Milwaukee
Crazy Horse II (used to be Heartbreakers)
Don't go there, it sucks.
Art's Performing Center
Fun place great girls. Nice place to chit-chat or vent. Probably not for you if you're really into watching the show. See Silkexotic.
SilkExotic
That's my place. It's in Milwaukee so people from surrounding areas know they need to act right. My turf. Good place for whatever you're into- stage show, talk or whatever.
Some place near downtown near the 94 freeway. Can't think of the name. Nice place. Laid back mostly Latino hangout and anyone is welcome.
Encore
Don't waste your time. Bunch of drunk dudes talking to other dudes.
rickdugan
06-02-2011, 05:51 PM
^bucket, I agree with most of that but cannot agree with your take on Crazy Horse. IMHO it is the best club in the Milwaukee area.
Below is a link to a discussion of the Milwaukee clubs that I posted last year. Your thoughts are welcome.
http://forum.stripperweb.com/showthread.php?t=143819
bucket
06-03-2011, 08:35 PM
^bucket, I agree with most of that but cannot agree with your take on Crazy Horse. IMHO it is the best club in the Milwaukee area.
Below is a link to a discussion of the Milwaukee clubs that I posted last year. Your thoughts are welcome.
hey Rick. I saw it. Silk is fun if you go when it's crowded. I haven't been there in a few years but it was usually packed on weekends. Maybe things have slowed.
You must have gone to Heartbreakers/Crazy Horse when the psychos weren't on the prowl. It's in West Allis anyway.
Hey, Crazy Horse! F yu!!
Art's is funny. They got sick of college girls coming in there doing stripper moves near the stage so they got an extra pole and put it near the back. Girls got the hint.
lestat1
06-03-2011, 10:50 PM
We get up, head to the VIPs. It is as advertised. She tells the floater we're gonna start on the next song and proceeds to sit with me, kissing me, groping me and me reciprocating in kind. She tells me her prices, I pick one from Column B, she unzips me, pops on a party favor, and we are off to the races. Even though I hadn't chosen from the top of the menu, she cannot resist and shifts me into her for a bit, then takes it back and proceeds with Plan B. It's magnificent, wonderful, a fitting climax to an otherwise dismal trip back home.
And I have to return in one month. ;)
CP
Thanks for making every one of my 15 years' worth of strip club visits to Yankee Stadium feel like a day at the park watching a Little League game. :)
rickdugan
06-18-2011, 06:55 PM
Oh Atlanta!
How, in all of my travels over all these years, could I have just now learned of your many charms? With endless discussions on many boards about places like Miami, Houston, Dallas, COI, and several others, how could you have been so readily overlooked? Is it that your residents take your SC offerings so much for granted that they do not understand how rare they are in comparison to so many other places? Or, perhaps, are your residents simply cagier than others, showing mass restraint in their reluctance to share their treasures with others?
In how many other places can one enjoy completely nude $10 table dances, provided by beautiful women, in lighting designed to hide nothing? How many other places offer VIP prices that are so cheap that it is almost a no-brainer with one of the aforementioned beautiful women? And how many places provide drinks at prices representative of those of normal bar in most other locales? Most importantly, how many places offer all of these benefits and advantages in one place?
And now, with that melodramatic opening concluded…
The first night I was in Atlanta I visited a midsize club that, while considered mid-tier by many of the locals, I found to be a real treat compared to most any other club I frequent, even absent the attentions of a special young lady (a description of which will shortly follow). This club was unpretentious and there were beautiful nude girls everywhere. As I took my position at the bar and ordered my Jack, I found myself almost immediately looking up at a beautiful girl standing on the bar and intent on treating me like her gynecologist. For a second, the bartender’s request for $6 barely registered, but then I pulled it together and repeated what she asked for just to make sure I heard her right. This was what I call a very good start. ;D
And then, of course, there was a girl. After turning down a few dancers, a girl I will call Sexy Irish materialized. Now no doubt her decision to approach me had something to do with the fact that I could not take my eyes off of her when she was finishing a lap dance for someone else. ;) She was beautiful, with a very young face but a throwback hairdo. Her body was my perfect type, with small, natural tits, a narrow waist and flaring hips. After she chatted me up for a while and finally came around to asking for a dance, I refused but gave her the money that I would have otherwise spent on the dances. I very much wanted to keep her there a bit longer.
Eventually the topic of VIP was broached. Now I rarely do VIPs except in places where my ROI is going to be solid. Going through my checklist, my odds seemed ok, but not great, a summary of which is as follows:
1. Is the club slow/dead? Check
2. Is she a single mother? Check
3. Am I receiving a generally relaxed/receptive vibe from her? Check
4. Is she in the right target age bracket (25-30)? X
Her age was my particular concern as I have had minimal success with very young girls. Heck, she wasn't even old enough to drink. But after seeing her hands-on approach to lapdancing, and with all other instruments reading green, I began the dance. After the usual back and forth, with each party gaining comfort in the other and the $$$ negotiated to a mutually acceptable place, we headed to VIP.
As an aside, part of this particular mating ritual included not only the usual “Are you a cop” but also an ID check. Now I normally use my passport when I go to strip clubs so that nobody has my home address, or even my state of residence since I was born someplace else, so she did not get much other than a name. But that seemed to comfort her somehow. ;)
We had a wonderful time in VIP and, during most of it, I continued to silently question my luck in pulling this off. In fact, I enjoyed her so much on my first night that I took her back to my hotel on the last night of my visit to this city. Now I must add that she was clearly unaccustomed to making hotel visits, and her uncertainty and lack of understanding of how hotels worked was almost cute in its naïveté, but in the end it all worked out. In fact, the hotel room visit was simply special - she really aimed to please.
Oh Atlanta, how I will miss thee!
JoeUnCool
06-19-2011, 06:27 AM
Oh Atlanta!
Excellent TR. Is this your new theme song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVSMU_mM1Bg
StormShadow
07-13-2011, 10:35 PM
Went to the Rancho Cordova clubs and was in for a shock. Dayshift at Gold Club had been decimated! Only three girls out of the 15 working dayshift that I recognized, and only one that I at least kind of liked. That wasn't too extraordinary, I thought maybe I just picked a bad day, but when I mentioned to that girl that all my favorites weren't around she got evasive. She finally said, "Well, see they're still working here, but they're working different shifts. At least, that's what they told us to tell people so that's what I'm telling you now." So, on that note, finished up my lukewarm lapdance (she had given me a scorcher last time I danced her) and bowed out. Don't know if it was trouble, bad management, or some type of dancer revolt, but without the good regular girls the club has no other draw for me.
I checked out Deja Vu and almost as soon as I walked in laid eyes on a blonde that I knew I just had to try. Her name was Candy (not the one who was there last summer, a new girl with a bob cut) Problem was, she was partnered up with a girl that I wasn't attracted to. Biting the bullet, took them both to the couch dance room. I tried to pay attention to the other girl too, but really only got into Candy. I rested up afterwards and when the all-girls stage call went out, I managed to get her alone. After we went back to the couch room she said that I didn't seem to like the other girl, I just told her that was just after her and if I had to take other one along, then so be it. Spent a much more satisfying half hour with her. Alas, she had just started working there so if Deja Vu holds true to form I won't see her there again. Probably try City Limits again in the future. I have avoided it for years after a few really bad visits, but if there are more like her (that was her prior club), maybe it's time to try again.
kdogg247
07-15-2011, 11:52 AM
Oh Atlanta!
How, in all of my travels over all these years, could I have just now learned of your many charms? With endless discussions on many boards about places like Miami, Houston, Dallas, COI, and several others, how could you have been so readily overlooked? Is it that your residents take your SC offerings so much for granted that they do not understand how rare they are in comparison to so many other places? Or, perhaps, are your residents simply cagier than others, showing mass restraint in their reluctance to share their treasures with others?
In how many other places can one enjoy completely nude $10 table dances, provided by beautiful women, in lighting designed to hide nothing? How many other places offer VIP prices that are so cheap that it is almost a no-brainer with one of the aforementioned beautiful women? And how many places provide drinks at prices representative of those of normal bar in most other locales? Most importantly, how many places offer all of these benefits and advantages in one place?
And now, with that melodramatic opening concluded…
The first night I was in Atlanta I visited a midsize club that, while considered mid-tier by many of the locals, I found to be a real treat compared to most any other club I frequent, even absent the attentions of a special young lady (a description of which will shortly follow). This club was unpretentious and there were beautiful nude girls everywhere. As I took my position at the bar and ordered my Jack, I found myself almost immediately looking up at a beautiful girl standing on the bar and intent on treating me like her gynecologist. For a second, the bartender’s request for $6 barely registered, but then I pulled it together and repeated what she asked for just to make sure I heard her right. This was what I call a very good start. ;D
And then, of course, there was a girl. After turning down a few dancers, a girl I will call Sexy Irish materialized. Now no doubt her decision to approach me had something to do with the fact that I could not take my eyes off of her when she was finishing a lap dance for someone else. ;) She was beautiful, with a very young face but a throwback hairdo. Her body was my perfect type, with small, natural tits, a narrow waist and flaring hips. After she chatted me up for a while and finally came around to asking for a dance, I refused but gave her the money that I would have otherwise spent on the dances. I very much wanted to keep her there a bit longer.
Eventually the topic of VIP was broached. Now I rarely do VIPs except in places where my ROI is going to be solid. Going through my checklist, my odds seemed ok, but not great, a summary of which is as follows:
1. Is the club slow/dead? Check
2. Is she a single mother? Check
3. Am I receiving a generally relaxed/receptive vibe from her? Check
4. Is she in the right target age bracket (25-30)? X
Her age was my particular concern as I have had minimal success with very young girls. Heck, she wasn't even old enough to drink. But after seeing her hands-on approach to lapdancing, and with all other instruments reading green, I began the dance. After the usual back and forth, with each party gaining comfort in the other and the $$$ negotiated to a mutually acceptable place, we headed to VIP.
As an aside, part of this particular mating ritual included not only the usual “Are you a cop” but also an ID check. Now I normally use my passport when I go to strip clubs so that nobody has my home address, or even my state of residence since I was born someplace else, so she did not get much other than a name. But that seemed to comfort her somehow. ;)
We had a wonderful time in VIP and, during most of it, I continued to silently question my luck in pulling this off. In fact, I enjoyed her so much on my first night that I took her back to my hotel on the last night of my visit to this city. Now I must add that she was clearly unaccustomed to making hotel visits, and her uncertainty and lack of understanding of how hotels worked was almost cute in its naïveté, but in the end it all worked out. In fact, the hotel room visit was simply special - she really aimed to please.
Oh Atlanta, how I will miss thee!
Not too bad, huh? What clubs did you go to?
rickdugan
07-15-2011, 06:34 PM
Not too bad, huh? What clubs did you go to?
Not bad indeed.
I'd like to share the clubs but I cannot in this instance. I make it a policy when I post a TR to either: (1) name the clubs; or (2) describe the girl and the event, but never both. I do not want to get anyone in trouble. Also, in places where there are only a few clubs I will never say much about particular events, but Atlanta has enough clubs that I'm not giving much away in describing the girl and alluding to what happened.
You are a lucky man if you live in Atlanta. :)
kdogg247
07-15-2011, 07:25 PM
Not bad indeed.
I'd like to share the clubs but I cannot in this instance. I make it a policy when I post a TR to either: (1) name the clubs; or (2) describe the girl and the event, but never both. I do not want to get anyone in trouble. Also, in places where there are only a few clubs I will never say much about particular events, but Atlanta has enough clubs that I'm not giving much away in describing the girl and alluding to what happened.
You are a lucky man if you live in Atlanta. :)
That's fair enough.
The Boob
07-21-2011, 07:07 PM
$1 total expenses on this last trip. Strangely, I still got boobed and sat on, without even looking for it. Good times.