LOL SusanQuote:
Originally Posted by Susan Wayward
Yeah yeah whatever. I noticed how you threw in the part about meeting me as an afterthought ;)
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LOL SusanQuote:
Originally Posted by Susan Wayward
Yeah yeah whatever. I noticed how you threw in the part about meeting me as an afterthought ;)
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Shes a jewell indeed, MW. I know she will move on someday but I'll enjoy the present for now.Quote:
Originally Posted by Moneywise
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I have had many “THG“ experiences over the last few years that I’ll relate here over time. But I thought I’d share a friend of mine’s experience that has given my buddies and I a lot of entertainment over the years first.
It was convention time again and we are planning a big trip to Vegas for 6 or 7 of our friends. The fact that most of the guys were married didn’t stop us from making some strip club plans. (I’m sure you know how that goes.)
The hard part was getting away for the night from the few guys in the group that couldn’t be trusted (the “whipped” ones) with the information that we were all going out. The married guys wives were all friends and we knew that nights adventures would get back to all the wives if the “whipped” guys knew what was going on.
We came up with some story that we got a few tickets to a private party put on by one of the convention companies and didn’t have enough tickets for them to come with us. It worked and a few of us escaped the herd.
Our adventures that night took us to a little strip club in Vegas, (not a very good club, but undoubtedly the one that gave our taxi driver the biggest kickback.) After a few hours we all had our girls picked out and started spending money. One of my married friends, lets call him “R” didn’t have much money and he didn’t want to go very far anyway because of his wife so he mostly talked to the girls in our booth as the rest of us took turns in the private rooms. One of the girls who hung in our booth we quickly nicknamed “ugly chick” because although she had a nice body, her beauty must have been buried pretty far down under her makeup. She was really funny to talk to, because we heard nothing but how she couldn’t make any money because none of the guys liked her. (Not a smart strategy, for anybody who likes to grumble to their customers) We left that night when the club closed. Most of us very happy.
The next night, we came back to see the girls we had met the night before. “R” had given us his credit cards with the instructions to keep it from him if he asked for it. We were only in the club for a matter of 5 minutes before he was begging for it back. After a big fight and his threatening us if we didn’t give it back we gave it to him. He then left the club, to meet up with “ugly chick” He had a few hundred dollars on him.
The rest of us entertained ourselves in Vegas for the next many hours. (That is a whole other story) and we got back to our hotel by 8am or so only to find that “R” had not returned yet. He wasn’t answering his cell phone either.
After about an hour of looking for him, he stumbled down the hall toward the room. His shirt was half way untucked and he had a stunned look on his face. He told us that he had walked back to the hotel because he didn’t’ have enough money for a cab ride. Upon asking him what happened to all his money, you could see him struggling to find the words. He didn’t want to admit to cheating on his wife or being with “the ugly chick” so his mind raced to come up with an excuse.
All he could think to say was………”I was robbed!” With that he looked up at the two of us that were there and gave a tiny little smile.
“R” still sticks to his story that nothing happened that night. But that little smile said it all. To this day, we refer to THG as “getting robbed
Gino Gets MILF'd }:D
Called Ms F to confirm our date. I'd met her two days earlier during a quick scouting stop at Club P (See TR #1937 -- sorry, don't know how to do links yet). Ms F is a hot MILF -- small top, wonderful curvy caboose, just the right size and shape for holding on to. She has 2 daughters, 19 and 22, that also work at Club P, so I'm guessing early to mid 40's. Ms F was very friendly, full contact at the club. We came up for air after a particularly hot dance with deeeeep kissing and I suggested we finish our activities OTC. Her response, "You can come to my apt." 8)
So here I am two days later -- will she play? will she flake? will she expect a tip or be offended by an offer of money?
(Don't kid yourselves, gents. The ladies are worth whatever the market will bear, and over the last few years I've contributed plenty of funds "for my kids' [the dancer's kids] college trust fund," as they have so quaintly described it. But once in a while a dancer will want to play with you [read the NATOs where the ladies mention a gentleman that strikes their fancy, if you don't believe me] and just want some hot sex, no strings or money attached. Dancers are people too. I had a lovely dancer tell me last year in the middle of some of the hottest LDs I've ever had, "Gino, you'll never pay me for anything we do OTC." I was glad for the heads-up. I know, it sounds like some SCJers' pipe dream. How do I know it's true? Read on, McDuff.)
When I called Ms F she told me she would have to work because she had to skip a day waiting on furniture to be delivered to her new apartment. Oh oh, I think. "But I'll be off by 10 or 10:30. You can come over then." ;D
Called her again at 9:45.
Hi. This is Gino (in my best syruppy voice.)
Hold on, let me get my mom.
;D I'm getting goose bumps. If you only knew what mom's up to, little one.
Well, the girls have just ordered pizza, but she's still planning on getting off by 10:30, so I plan on being at her apt at 11. I grab a bite, pick up some green apple Smirnoff's, and head over. Her apt complex is very easy to find, but it's huge, with multiple driveways that don't connect. I hate being late but I finally spot her building, find a parking spot, and rush over with my travel kit (gotta bring supplies, can't assume anything) and the refreshments. No answer. :(
The wind is unseasonably cold, so I turn my car around to wait in shelter where I can set up surveillance. Two, three, four cars pull in -- no joy. Finally another car pulls in and a blonde in bulky sweats walks in the right direction. Could be, so I jump out with a friendly 'hi.' Oh, good, it is her. "Go on up out of the cold," I try not to yell at 11:20 at night, "I'm right behind you."
Ms F greets me with a friendly peck on the lips, I open a couple of bottles, and she shows me around a nicely-appointed, newly-furnished one-BR apt. We sit on the couch and chit-chat with a couple of French kisses thrown in here and there. Her body feels so nice and soft next to me. Some mild petting. I don't know how long to keep this up, but she makes a move, "Wanna move to the bedroom?" Sure. ;D
(Now, I'm used to writing full reports, but I've noticed some posters here fade to black and others are fairly detailed. Hopefully what follows is hot but tasteful, and you all will let me know what you think.)
Ms F asks me to get comfortable and runs off to the bathroom with a nightie in hand. How comfortable is comfortable, I wonder. I take my time and am down to my skivvies by the time she returns with a short, leopard print. Mmm. Momma is looking good.
She pulls down the covers and we jump in. Ahh, nice full-body contact, soft and warm. Pecks become passionate kisses. We explore each other's bodies and after a while she sits up and pulls her nightie revealing a matching g-string. I get my first mouthful and play with her responsive nipples. I move down, kissing her belly, thighs, and then, and then... Mmm, delicious, sweet, soft, yummy, responsive...
Ms F finishes with arching back and moans, as she squeezes my head. I move back up and we kiss lightly then deeply then lightly.
What can I do to drive you crazy?, I ask.
You already have.
Ms F decides it's time to return the favor and starts licking and nibbling my nipples and then follows the rest of my playbook. Oh, she's good, she's very good. Though I've never had any complaints, rather plenty of compliments (SS or not), it seems to me that there is a noticeable increase in endowment. Damn, she's good; she pays attention to everything. ;) I struggle to maintain composure, but she reads me like a book and knows instinctively when to slow down.
Finally the cowgirl reaches for a very thin, very red cover and mounts up, riding away to mutual ecstasy.
(Cold shower break, BRB)
Wheeww! I feel better now. Blood is circulating properly again. Back to Ms F.
We rested and snuggled. It was 1:00 when we remembered that we both had an early morning ahead. We both said our goodbyes and thank you's.
Will I be back? Maybe. Do I want to come back? Probably. Should I come back? Only very carefully. I don't want/need a relationship. From some of the things she said, I don't think she does either. One-night stand? or possible f-buddy? Next time I ask for a date will be very telling. First I think I'll wait two weeks and then drop by Club P and see what kind of welcome I get.
Hope it's a good one! }:D
Have fun,
Play safe,
Gino
Good work, Gino. Now hold out until she offers one of her daughters. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Ginorod55
Yes, Jedi Master SW2, I shall continue to learn from thy wise counsel.
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Pay close attention to Sporty. He will never steer you wrong. :D
Btw, I do agree wholeheartedly. The right guy can get plenty of play whether it be inside or OTC. Be an ahole and get treated as such.
Well, to be honest, I'd steer him to the older daughter if I happened to know the younger one and she was hot. :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Moneywise
Gino, I should also note that your MILF was "hot but tasteful" and so was your description. Sometimes when you find a wild little freak, you have have no choice but to FTB. :O
I remember when I was 23. I knew everything, too.
The reality, Gia, is that the only other place you'd read this adventure is on TER, where I posted it originally, albeit in a truncated form. The dancer in question advertises on eros and a few other sites, and has her own website (which I gave to a few lucky people in chat a few months back when I originally submitted this episode). It's not as if I turned her out; I've known her for five years and this dancer has essentially been fired from virtually every club in LA for her (overly social) behavior.
Why is is so hard for most SW women to grasp the concept that some women become sex workers (and if you don't think grinding on cocks for a living makes you a sex worker, then I wonder who the delusional one here truly is) because they actually enjoy sex? This particular dancer has a bigger sex drive than most men and is neither ashamed nor embarrassed about it nor what she does. I am the happy and willing recipient of her abundant charms. Frankly, she likes me because I can keep up with her, which her very rich boyfriend apparently cannot. C'est la vie.
As for me, I started this thread initially not as a "bragfest" but to try and get the guys here to realize that the myths this site seems so intent on propagating (i.e., dancers don't sleep with customers, except for rare exceptions), are in fact just that: myths. I will plead guilty, however, to the charge of writing in the manner of a Penthouse Forums letter. I grew up in the halcyon days (1970s) of PH Forum, whacking to all sorts of perversities written by alleged students, teachers, husbands and wives. It's undoubtedly subconsciously seeped into my writing style, especially when I write of things of a salacious nature. The goal, after all, of any erotica, is to produce an erection; failure to do so means you're just boring. I try to never be boring.
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This is my final day of vacation. I've just returned from Phoenix (and a 1 night stopover in Vegas) and this was my rough itinerary, believe it or don't:
Wednesday: Go to club, acquire 2 phone numbers from dancers.
Thursday: Fly to LV, have sex with 2 dancers in VIP Room (alternately while one blocks for the other), get phone numbers from 3 LV dancers and 1 LA-based dancer.
Friday: One Phoenix dancer comes to my hotel room. 42 laps with Bridgette after that.
Saturday: 2nd dancer comes to visit me. More laps with Bridgette and one major internet model whose anonymity I shall keep.
Sunday: Lunch + ??? with said internet model...gives me private phone number and home address to keep in contact.
Monday: Back home. Called local dancer and set up lunch + rendezvous for Wednesday.
Tuesday: Went to new Deja Vu. Got phone number and set up rendezvous for next Thursday with a new dancer.
Today: On my way out the door to meet with local dancer.
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Just because you can't or won't do something doesn't mean it cannot be done. I outed myself this week to both Bridgette and Deanna. As Bridgette can attest to when she gets back online, I'm very easy to spend time with. Even though she knew exactly who I was and my posting history and her shields were on full (nor was I putting any of my patented "moves" on her), she still lost count of our laps multiple times, which is something she will tell you she never ever does. She also spent a lot of time chatting with me, also something she's not real keen on. I'm very successful in strip clubs for two simple reasons: 1) as hard as this is to fathom to the women here, I actually respect what they do and respect them and 2) I have a lot more money to spend in a club and know how to spend it to maximize my efforts.
Sorry I didn't respond sooner to this thread, but I honestly stopped reading SCJ a while back, and only just now stumbled across it.
CP
Dating a stripper is like dating any other girl.
So true, Chili! When an adorable dancer says, "I feel comfortable being a freak with you," it's because she knows I understand and respect her. Reason #1 is far more important than #2, but smart money definitely helps. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Chili Palmer
That describes my day today. NATO report forethcoming....}:DQuote:
Originally Posted by SportsWriter2
absolutely true chilli.
Not to be a party pooper, but I'm kind of curious about some encounters . . . if there's no money exchanging hands, aren't you just detailing a one-night stand? I know you scored with a stripper and all, but it's still like writing a report about any other sex, not a, um, "professional" date. Shouldn't there be some expectation of privacy there?
Chili Palmer limited it to HG when he started this thread. I would have preferred to see all the OTC encounters in this thread, because they cover a broad range of behaviors. :-\Quote:
Originally Posted by Susan Wayward
I think the main interest is in how it evolved and what happened when it was NOT a "professional" date. Guys don't identify dancers in this thread.
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Originally Posted by Chili Palmer
because those are politically incorrect and stereotypical statements. the fact that there have always been a certain percent of strippers who are attracted to the transgressive nature of the business and/or commit such acts is irrelevant.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chili Palmer
oh, i bet she did have her shields up at full power. she was probably anticipating that you were going to try and finger her by the 2nd song or ask for a BJ. messageboards can be deceiving in that people seem to confuse the poster with the actual person.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chili Palmer
what? no arm twisting, putting a gun to someone head, kidnapping, drugging or extortion involved? say it ain't so, Chili.Quote:
Originally Posted by Chili Palmer
well, that's no different than strippers who prefer the euphemism of dancer or entertainer when cock grinder would be a more apt description.Quote:
Originally Posted by Thorn
Amen. Imagine that. Sex workers that enjoy sex; whodathunkit?Quote:
Why is is so hard for most SW women to grasp the concept that some women become sex workers (and if you don't think grinding on cocks for a living makes you a sex worker, then I wonder who the delusional one here truly is) because they actually enjoy sex?
Preach on, Brother CP!Quote:
As for me, I started this thread initially not as a "bragfest" but to try and get the guys here to realize that the myths this site seems so intent on propagating (i.e., dancers don't sleep with customers, except for rare exceptions), are in fact just that: myths.
A plethora of pious preachings, this fine Sunday.Quote:
So true, Chili! When an adorable dancer says, "I feel comfortable being a freak with you," it's because she knows I understand and respect her. Reason #1 is far more important than #2, but smart money definitely helps.
CP's command of the SC environment has always been something to which I aspire, and I humbly offer my SCJ obeisance in the light of his wisdom, as but a student to the master.Quote:
I'm very successful in strip clubs for two simple reasons: 1) as hard as this is to fathom to the women here, I actually respect what they do and respect them and 2) I have a lot more money to spend in a club and know how to spend it to maximize my efforts.
<S> CP
Sixty, the OTC thread had slipped to page 2. :-\
Actually Sporty, I believe the state of this thread is a true testament ot the character of the individual that posts on the blue site (contrary to popularly pink beliefs). If this thread were on fire non stop day to day I would be more worried about the actual substance of the information put forth. ;)
Yeah, well, maybe. Or maybe the perfect freak went south in some literal or figurative sense. Oh well, summer's coming. I have a fun beach girl and a sweet tuning project almost done. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Moneywise
Jay, sometimes I wish we had just one Outside the Club thread and this one didn't require "The Holy Grail." Sometimes you think you want it, but then something else in the relationship becomes more important. And sometimes the "halftime" conversation ends up more important than the action. :-\
JayZeno's story is actually the sort of OTC action I seek. My ATF and I are going to join a gym together.
Dancers do not date customers except for money. If they are gonna do someone for free then it will be their 20 something boyfriend. But this does not mean that u won't get great sex. Some of the best sex I have had is with dancers. The latest gal I am doing, a dancer at one of the 5 clubs within a 10 mile radius of me, I have done her about 30 times and this some really hot sex. I think she probably enjoys it more than me as she will cum about 4 or 5 times in a session. Sure its about money but I don't mind helping her out - she says I have been like an angel coming in her life helping her get into her trailer and to get her car. What I give her in a months time blows away what her exes give her in child support but wow do I get the greatest sex of my life! Many dancers are single moms trying to make ends meet and they are looking for a man who can help support them and their children. In return, the man can receive something very wonderful from a beautiful, sensitive, intelligent woman.
I am 20-something. How do I get to be a non-paying boyfriend? Do I have to join a band?Quote:
Dancers do not date customers except for money. If they are gonna do someone for free then it will be their 20 something boyfriend.
Yes! That works for me!!!! :PQuote:
Originally Posted by Clark