View Full Version : Drama! Tales From The Club.
doc-catfish
07-13-2005, 03:24 PM
I could write a summary of this drama, but the serial posts from July 8 on have more flavor:
http://www.stripclublist.com/m.asp?c=16330
Really sad, because I always thought this was a friendly club.
That is scary. Esspecially the part about Sandy giving extras in the bathroom. I hope Toto the Toilet didn't report him for that.
You know what would be fun, A SCL comments page drama treasure hunt.
SportsWriter2
07-26-2005, 07:13 PM
Here's a drama stumper that I can't figure out:
I've been to this one club maybe three times in the last four months. Each time I start with a favorite, another dancer comes over and starts a "Hey, my best friend" routine with me. Then she tells the favorite I "talk shit" about her. At first I thought it was a joke, but she's serious.
I got a few dances with this dancer two years ago. She was fun, but I had her type covered with a dancer in another club, so I've only tipped her on stage. Guys have written negative comments about her because she can cop an attitude, but I don't care because I'm not interested in her.
Lately I chalk this kind of drama up to cocaine rage. :O
xdamage
07-26-2005, 07:35 PM
Then she tells the favorite I "talk shit" about her. At first I thought it was a joke, but she's serious.
Lately I chalk this kind of drama up to cocaine rage. :O
The universe and everyone in it revolves around the drama queen. Let her enjoy her fantasy world, it makes her feel important.
JC2006
10-19-2005, 11:49 PM
I don't know if this qualifies as drama, but it isn't a trip report. Here goes:
A dancer I used to lust over comes over, grabs my crotch, starts rubbing all over me and wants me to get dances from her. I say no thanks.
She tells me that I should be her new boyfriend. I look at her and ask her what does that mean?
She tells me that she has broken up with her old boyfriend -- news to me that she had one but no huge surprise, she's hot -- and she's free to do whatever she wants with whoever she wants now. Like she's trying to imply that we're going to be having sex nonstop all the time. I'm not buying it, and I don't really want to be paying for it either.
She asks for my phone number. I think about this for a split second (no) and then spend some time pretending to think about this as if I might be mulling it over. Then I tell her no anyways.
She asks me, "Don't you want to be my boyfriend?" I tell her no, she asks me why, and I tell her, "I don't know you." All the while I'm looking her straight in the eye the entire conversation. She has a good poker face so I spend that time studying her makeup instead of trying to figure out what her facial expressions mean.
That apparently satisfies her curiosity on the subject. She then tells me about her new dog and makes cute barking noises. I laugh -- she's actually usually more fun to be around than the average "wanna dance?" dancer.
Maybe some of you are wondering what the heck I am thinking turning down this hot stripper chick. Well, she's telling me about her new house. I tell her congratulations, noting in my head that in the recent past she has (a) told me that she owns a big house and two golf courses, (b) been kicked out of the club manager's apartment for being late on the rent, and (c) made thousands of dollars in the NYC Scores $1500 VIP rooms. Also, the gender of her dog goes from a "she" to a "he" in the span of the single breath it takes to describe it.
In other words, it's just stripper shit -- I believe that's the popular expression for this sort of nonsense around here? I used to enjoy her dances but lost interest in her fast when she started lying to me about this, that, and the other thing. Besides, I'm not really interested in OTC for pay or becoming someone's sugar daddy.
In other words, it's just stripper shit -- I believe that's the popular expression for this sort of nonsense around here? I used to enjoy her dances but lost interest in her fast when she started lying to me about this, that, and the other thing.
Stripper Shit isnt lying in the strict sense...its a tried and true sales tactic ;) Strippers use it all the time to suck money from unsuspecting PL's. In the case of your dancer, though, sounds like she doesnt remember who she tells what. My first thought was drugs or alcohol but maybe she just has a bad memory. In order for SS to be effective, said stripper must keep her stories straight. Even the most love sick customer will at some point notice the inconsistencies.
FBR
SportsWriter2
10-20-2005, 07:18 PM
She asks for my phone number. I think about this for a split second (no) and then spend some time pretending to think about this as if I might be mulling it over. Then I tell her no anyways.
I like your style, JC, but you could have asked some questions while you were pretend-mulling. Like "How many boyz have you had lifetime?" No matter what she says, you have another out and another angle to play.
You have to overwhelm dumb SS. Go right after her dog's gender issues: "Is your doggie a shemale? That's messed up, you know. You sleep with Trannydog? You're a little freak, aren't you?" Ask the questions faster than she can think of answers.
plmoneysponge
10-22-2005, 01:49 PM
... noting in my head that in the recent past she has (a) told me that she owns a big house and two golf courses, (b) been kicked out of the club manager's apartment for being late on the rent, and (c) made thousands of dollars in the NYC Scores $1500 VIP rooms. Also, the gender of her dog goes from a "she" to a "he" in the span of the single breath it takes to describe it.
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I would surmise her artistic influences include Dali and Magritte.
I'm more of a neo-classical/roccoco Fragonard stripper with the occassioinal R. Crumb episode. :banghead: :crazy:
mortalman
11-28-2005, 01:27 PM
A dancer I saw frequently told me that on a previous night she had:
Been surreptitiously drugged by someone and blacked out
Had her money stolen ($400)
Had her cell phone and purse stolen.
Some bitch took her shoes.
Didn't remember how she got home.
She needed "help" from me getting some money and a new phone.
I declined. Turned out that the dj had found her phone and bag, but waited several days before he gave them back.