azcustomer
01-29-2006, 05:44 PM
I just saw that this thread is similar to JarHead's about the first time you visited a SC: http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=60974
This one's a little different: What got you hooked?
This is a bit long.... But I’d like to share how I became a big fan of stripping, and would ask the other gent’s to do the same…
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My ex-wife was a complete prude about stripping. Before we got married, I had only been to a strip club once - one of those guys from work bonding things. When I was younger, I had come to know a few gals who danced at SC’s and was generally impressed with their self confidence and smarts, but never found myself going back to a SC. While I was married, my ex would repeatedly make me promise NEVER to go into a club - which I did, but after a while got REALLY annoying.
Funny thing was, while I don’t feel comfortable talking about sex with my/our friends – it was one of her favorite topics. While with our friends, she used to laugh and talk about them going to SC’s all the time. After a few too many, in order to continue to be the COA (center of attention), she and her friends would mock dance in stripper style – which always made me roll my eyes. But she absolutely, repeatedly, INSISTED that I PROMISE to never go in one. While this wasn’t so strange because she was very verbally abusive and controlling, I began to wonder if this was some way of hiding some “torrid” part of her past.
During the divorce, she went way overboard with the abusive behavior and I ended up a bit shattered. After we physically split, I started the mending process. My friends and family were oh so great about asking how I was doing. My brother (also best friend) flew out to spend a day with me just to check things out.
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My brother did a good job of trying to get me to move on and think about the next relationship I could get into, but I couldn’t even think about such things. After dinner at my favorite Mexican place, my brother says: “Alright, where’s the best strip club in town?” In a sheepish tone, I replied: “Oh no, I’m not interested, let’s just find someplace to watch the game.”
Bro’ then proceeds to hit me as f**king hard as he can in the arm and called me a f**cking pussy. He then says: “I don’t give a sh*t what you want, we’re going to a strip club tonight. So, what’s the best one in town?” I knew which club in town had the best reputation for being classy so that’s where we went.
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I found us a table next to the TV with the game on and spent most of the night watching the game out of the corner of my eye so Bro’ wouldn’t take another swing at me. Bro’ kept on asking me which gal I liked and I kept on saying “I don’t know just yet.” After a couple of beers he gets a couple dances and I hope he’s satisfied. After the dances he begins to insist that I pick out a girl. Just then some gal stops by to ask us if we want a dance and he glares me into saying “sure”. She sees my reluctant mood and proceeds gives me an air dance. After just one dance, I thank her in that “I’m done” kind of way, Bro’ pays her, and she moves on.
Bro’ was having nothing of that so he got up and finds a waitress. He’s talking to her for quite a while, pointing at me and the CR, and giving her cash. I’m feeling pretty nervous right about now. My heart started to pump a bit harder and oh, man, I just wanted to go watch the game. He comes back and tells me he told the waitress to find a couple of girls and that we’re both going up to the CR.
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As we ascended to the CR, my heart pumped harder and harder. A couple of gals show up; “Ashley” sits on my lap and proceeds to talk about what I want. I just continue to get more and more nervous, which she picks up on, as I begin to tremble. Being an experienced dancer, Ashley figures I’m not going to be any help so she starts dancing. After a couple of songs she sits on my lap and asks me what we’re doing here. I go into my boring tale of my bad divorce, my supportive Bro’, don’t’ take this the wrong way, but I didn’t even want to be here anyway, etc. She then tells me how sorry she is for me, she’s gone through bad times too, etc. etc. – effectively cutting the tension of my nervousness. She then says “well, we have about 40 minutes left, why don’t’ I dance for you again.”
So she does – this time keeping me engaged with her eyes while gently applying a bit more pressure on me while she dances. It doesn’t take long for me to get aroused which brings back the nervousness in a giant rush. She tried to get me to put my hands on her legs, but they’re just trembling. Regardless of all that nervousness and trembling, I got turned on more and more as she worked her magic. I couldn’t’ get over how engaging she was with her eyes while exuding such self confidence in her ability to arouse me. As time went on, I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, and she responded. When our time was up, she sat on my knee and told me a bit about herself, her kid, what she was going to do when she retired, etc. I see that my Bro’s dancer has left him stranded so I thanked her and tipped her whatever was in my wallet.
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To this day, I thank Bro over and over for bringing me to those SC doctors which were way more effective in getting me over the horrible divorce than twenty sessions with my Psychologist (and way cheaper too!). He just laughs and says: “Hey man, I didn’t do that for you, I did it for me!”
Thank God for good Bro’s and thank God for Strippers…
Gent’s in this forum, thank you for my long, self indulgent post here with way more background than you care about.
I do very much look forward to hearing about how you became hooked on SC’s.
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“Life is not about the number of breaths you take, it’s about those moments that leave you breathless.” ::)
This one's a little different: What got you hooked?
This is a bit long.... But I’d like to share how I became a big fan of stripping, and would ask the other gent’s to do the same…
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
My ex-wife was a complete prude about stripping. Before we got married, I had only been to a strip club once - one of those guys from work bonding things. When I was younger, I had come to know a few gals who danced at SC’s and was generally impressed with their self confidence and smarts, but never found myself going back to a SC. While I was married, my ex would repeatedly make me promise NEVER to go into a club - which I did, but after a while got REALLY annoying.
Funny thing was, while I don’t feel comfortable talking about sex with my/our friends – it was one of her favorite topics. While with our friends, she used to laugh and talk about them going to SC’s all the time. After a few too many, in order to continue to be the COA (center of attention), she and her friends would mock dance in stripper style – which always made me roll my eyes. But she absolutely, repeatedly, INSISTED that I PROMISE to never go in one. While this wasn’t so strange because she was very verbally abusive and controlling, I began to wonder if this was some way of hiding some “torrid” part of her past.
During the divorce, she went way overboard with the abusive behavior and I ended up a bit shattered. After we physically split, I started the mending process. My friends and family were oh so great about asking how I was doing. My brother (also best friend) flew out to spend a day with me just to check things out.
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My brother did a good job of trying to get me to move on and think about the next relationship I could get into, but I couldn’t even think about such things. After dinner at my favorite Mexican place, my brother says: “Alright, where’s the best strip club in town?” In a sheepish tone, I replied: “Oh no, I’m not interested, let’s just find someplace to watch the game.”
Bro’ then proceeds to hit me as f**king hard as he can in the arm and called me a f**cking pussy. He then says: “I don’t give a sh*t what you want, we’re going to a strip club tonight. So, what’s the best one in town?” I knew which club in town had the best reputation for being classy so that’s where we went.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I found us a table next to the TV with the game on and spent most of the night watching the game out of the corner of my eye so Bro’ wouldn’t take another swing at me. Bro’ kept on asking me which gal I liked and I kept on saying “I don’t know just yet.” After a couple of beers he gets a couple dances and I hope he’s satisfied. After the dances he begins to insist that I pick out a girl. Just then some gal stops by to ask us if we want a dance and he glares me into saying “sure”. She sees my reluctant mood and proceeds gives me an air dance. After just one dance, I thank her in that “I’m done” kind of way, Bro’ pays her, and she moves on.
Bro’ was having nothing of that so he got up and finds a waitress. He’s talking to her for quite a while, pointing at me and the CR, and giving her cash. I’m feeling pretty nervous right about now. My heart started to pump a bit harder and oh, man, I just wanted to go watch the game. He comes back and tells me he told the waitress to find a couple of girls and that we’re both going up to the CR.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
As we ascended to the CR, my heart pumped harder and harder. A couple of gals show up; “Ashley” sits on my lap and proceeds to talk about what I want. I just continue to get more and more nervous, which she picks up on, as I begin to tremble. Being an experienced dancer, Ashley figures I’m not going to be any help so she starts dancing. After a couple of songs she sits on my lap and asks me what we’re doing here. I go into my boring tale of my bad divorce, my supportive Bro’, don’t’ take this the wrong way, but I didn’t even want to be here anyway, etc. She then tells me how sorry she is for me, she’s gone through bad times too, etc. etc. – effectively cutting the tension of my nervousness. She then says “well, we have about 40 minutes left, why don’t’ I dance for you again.”
So she does – this time keeping me engaged with her eyes while gently applying a bit more pressure on me while she dances. It doesn’t take long for me to get aroused which brings back the nervousness in a giant rush. She tried to get me to put my hands on her legs, but they’re just trembling. Regardless of all that nervousness and trembling, I got turned on more and more as she worked her magic. I couldn’t’ get over how engaging she was with her eyes while exuding such self confidence in her ability to arouse me. As time went on, I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, and she responded. When our time was up, she sat on my knee and told me a bit about herself, her kid, what she was going to do when she retired, etc. I see that my Bro’s dancer has left him stranded so I thanked her and tipped her whatever was in my wallet.
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To this day, I thank Bro over and over for bringing me to those SC doctors which were way more effective in getting me over the horrible divorce than twenty sessions with my Psychologist (and way cheaper too!). He just laughs and says: “Hey man, I didn’t do that for you, I did it for me!”
Thank God for good Bro’s and thank God for Strippers…
Gent’s in this forum, thank you for my long, self indulgent post here with way more background than you care about.
I do very much look forward to hearing about how you became hooked on SC’s.
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“Life is not about the number of breaths you take, it’s about those moments that leave you breathless.” ::)