^Exactly! Isn't that's why is called "strip-TEASE" and not "strip-PLEASE"?
Now I see why some (mostly older) customers think I'm way older than I am...and why the younger ones feel that I'm "such a tease".





^Exactly! Isn't that's why is called "strip-TEASE" and not "strip-PLEASE"?
Now I see why some (mostly older) customers think I'm way older than I am...and why the younger ones feel that I'm "such a tease".





Roast, this is all completely understandable. I will say, though, that guys posting on customer oriented boards don't really represent the average club customer any more than the guys posting here do. Those guys tend to sit at the other extreme and, while I will say that some of these guys are exaggerating far less than some of the pinks here like to believe, others on those boards are full of shit. They are also small in number. For example, as a regular poster on tuscl, I'd say that there are probably only a dozen or so guys posting in the discussion area on that site that actual know their asses from their elbows and who spend serious money in clubs.
Idk, but IMHO, the average customer probably sits closer to the middle of these two extremes.





Long, Long ago in my first strip club experience, across town from where I am now, in fact, the Deja Vu here in Colorado Springs, CO; it was about hanging out, as a guys night out. We laughed, we joked, we had opinions, and got told what we could do with said opinions. Along the way we bought table dances, or paid dancers to dance at our table. Somebody might get lured away for few private dances. One or two weekends a month and usually the payday ones there we were 6, 7, or 8 of us shelling out 200-300 bucks, which was a lot of my paycheck. It was sort of the Rat Pack, except we wouldn't have know to call it that. So all those strippers drifting in and out; sexy and beautiful, and made the party,A party. Their attention elevated the mood, didn't matter if it was real or not, A little attention made a shitty week melt away. That feminine attention delivered in a sexy, upbeat way, was a total diversion and worth it. Somebody that wasn't there to tell you to do anything better, wasn't there to criticize, or coach; just see that you had a good time.



Wow - thanks everyone for the kind words. I think I was trying to be as honest as possible if only to figure out for myself why I go. And hey, it's always nice knowing you're not alone in your motivations and emotions. Fucking brilliant question, Jay.
And to top it off -- I had one the greatest SC visits of all time tonight. And at no point did sex enter the equation. I'm still sorta in a pleasant daze... God bless that gorgeous girl who's got a soul as beautiful as her body.





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Yoda is right. This is probably as good an explanation as can be found. Can probably be construed as why so many Men in long term relationships can still be found slipping out to the Strip Club. To feel that spark. When a relationship is new and boy/girl are so into pleasing one another. To feel the chase again.

I agree that Kessler really captured the essence of why many of us go. So much so that I would love to see this as the banner for the SCJ forum.
I am mildly surprised - although I probably shouldn't be - that everyone thinks that only a small minority of SCJs are captivated by beautiful lady that can convince you - albeit temporarily - that she finds you attractive. I think the number is much larger. I always assumed that only a few women were able to emotionally move themselves to this position with a stranger that they don't know and have nothing in common with and willing to work that hard at their job. I can only imagine how difficult it must be, physically and mentally. I figured that most ladies just found it easier to ignore boundaries in an effort to get/keep customers, especially given the venomous perspective dancers seem to share here on SW.
Before finding my current fave, I had dances from 10-15 dancers at her club. Pretty much all of them groped me wildly and encouraged me to explore every nook and cranny. One even left slip of paper with her name and phone number in my crotch offering OTC activites. Every time I go in, they are on me like flies..."Why are her dances so much better than mine?" I have spent several grand on dances with my current fave; she has not crossed a single boundary nor has she implied any type of OTC activity. But, I can't wait to go see her again. She makes me believe that I am the greatest guy in the world, she is totally infatuated with me, she enjoys the dances as much as I do, and I made her day by just coming in. She is so convincing that sometimes I get concerned (maybe I will post about that in the "do dancers enjoy themselves" thread) - then I remember that she is the pro and I am a mere amateur. I am sure that she has many other regulars that she makes feel the same way.
Did I mention that i can't wait to go back?
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Against the steady background roar of a drunken crowd – people packed in so densely that they move you more than you move yourself – I saw her. It was this last New Year’s Eve in the kind of bar that attracts college athletes, an odd collection of guys who looked like they walked out of a GQ ad, and the few middle-aged white people who can actually dance. She was a star dancer at my home club what seems like a lifetime ago, and had long since vanished into her private life. She was dressed in jeans and a halter top, and mostly had her back to me. But even in the occasional profile, her smile was unmistakable.
I waited for her to recognize me and decide whether she wanted to “recognize” me. It’s the protocol, of course, and she was with friends. Even in retirement, it’s the dancer who decides.
She caught my eyes in the corner of hers and her hands went up to cover an enormous smile. She turned towards me and looked at me with astonishment. She threw her arms around me. “I can’t believe it’s you,” she said after releasing me. Her hands remained cupped over her smile, as she stared at me in disbelief. “You even still smell the same.”
Seven years ago in the middle of absolute chaos in my life and the most brutal snarling corporate takeover battle I’d ever had to defend, she was the island of safety and sanity at the center of my life. She danced under her real name. Her daughter played with mine. She would come to Thanksgiving dinners and afterwards we’d sit in the corner, getting bombed and swapping gossip about the club and dancers. She was the kind of dark, doe-eyed beautiful that stunned you into silence. She used to say about her face, “I learned a long time ago how to use this.”
So we are standing in the middle of the bar chaos, talking about old times. She’s moved on, had another child, is in college. The recession has taken its toll even at the home club, a zero-contact stage-only fully-nude show bar where hard-core mileage customers from out of town are forever puzzled, confused or outraged that they can’t even touch the dancers. For us, though, it was absolutely perfect.
She shakes her head and says, “God, we used to have so much fun.”
We sure did.
The dancers would cluster at my table, usually 8 to 12 at a time, where we would drink, swap stories and get just plain hammered. We’d tip the stage in groups – three of us, $20 each – for each set. And this would go on for hours. In those days I would spend several thousand dollars a night between stage and bar tabs, three or four times a week. Newby customers would walk up to my table and say, “Why are all the girls at your table, are you the owner?” No, I’d respond, thinking about the company I did own, “I’m The Other Owner.” (This is where my screen name comes from – my benefactor role in SW was at least a year away.)
I’d take all the Saturday-day-shift girls to dinner on Saturday night at Vidalia’s across the street and down the block, or to Citronelle in Georgetown. We once had the owner at Vidalia’s insist on taking a photo of the table, not just because of all the amazing dancers, but because we’d managed to get something like 75 wine glasses onto the table all at once. We were pros at getting maximum alcohol onto small tables.
The club for me was the most spectacular place on the face of the earth. A strip club – especially one whose décor was stuck in the 1970s – was just about the last place on the planet where you would expect to feel safe and insulated and immune from the carnivorous insanities of corporate life. But God, it was that and so much more – it was the kind of party that your adolescent self could never have even imagined, because girls who are blistering hot and smart as hell are pretty much as far as your imagination would go. But these girls were also funny and erotic and flirty and eager to actually undress for you, and tease you and tell you jokes and do shots with you leave you at the end of the night with a smile so persistent that your face would actually hurt.
God, we used to have so much fun.
This will be my last post as The Other Owner. Now that SW has changed hands, current ownership has requested that I not use this name, as it might confuse people into thinking that I have some role in ownership, which I don’t, but then I never did, anyway. SW always belonged to Pryce alone.
For StripperWeb, I played the same role as I did as a customer in my home club, where the dancers banked and smiled and teased and flirted and rocked that club to its very foundation. And that’s what I will always remember.
So what will we call you now if you are not leaving TOO?





i really love some of the posts in this thread. i love customers who treat dancers well and have fun and go home giddy and are enjoyable to be around. i love customers who make this job a pleasure. kessler <3





TOO, sounds like you were a Camelot guy. An awful lot of what you have posted about your favortie club makes a lot of sense now. But you speak about these things in the past tense. Has something changed?





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The 80's are over.
I go because it is fun. I'm 60 years old, so having a hot sexy young dancer giving me a lap dance is something that is not going to happen OTC, unless of course we make a special arrangement for that sort of fun activity.
I was using the past tense to refer to a particular time with a retired dancer, which began to unfold about seven years ago. My time with her in the club and her role in my real life has been over for a while, but there were other dancers and other times that were spectacular in their own way.
Seeing her on NYE brought back that flood of memories, and I thought it was a good answer to the question "So, why do you go?"
In my club experiences, though, the times have notchanged as radically as the economy has. The reason is simple -- there is always a market segment that will appeal to customers seeking that service.
So aside from the fact that my home club has been beyond formative for me -- the dancers literally crafted me into the customer I have become (sorry, I know that sounds obnoxious and straight up PL-ish, but it's true, because to an extent rarely seen in other clubs, the lives of the high-spending regulars will be intertwined with those of the dancers) -- those of us who seek out a collective party experience with properly understood limits combined with a fairly insane volume of alcohol should find a welcoming atmosphere no matter where we go, assuming that we are willing to pay a premium for that experience.





I have no doubt about this. When a girl receives a great deal of money from one particular customer over a period of time, the dynamic will inevitably alter. I have also read other posts where you have discussed paying for bonified medical bills and providing other assistance to certain girls. With that increased level of spending and involvement, however, also comes the potential for a lot of drama.
Now all power to you and obviously the benefits outweigh the negatives for you, but I do wonder if I would feel the same in your shoes. Not only is ongoing drama an obvious risk, but I have no doubt that disengagement has its challenges. All train rides must come to an end, but when girls have become accustomed to receiving certain funds and/or other assistance, I can imagine that a certain % of them might react badly when that train pulls into the station. And, though I understand and honestly believe your mantra that "it is her choice", were I to have relations with any girl who I was giving that much money/assistance to I would always wonder how much choice she felt that she had, though I have no doubt that you have found a way to manage this issue.
I certainly aspire to be able to spend like that someday, but if/when my interests grow to the point where I am spending anywhere near your levels, I suspect that I would keep a rotation of clubs in the mix rather than focusing it on one. I have already experienced drama on a smaller scale with my own spending and I can only imagine what it would be like if that spending increased by multiples at any one place.
You find a certain level of satisfaction in a deeper involvement in the lives of some of the dancers with whom you interact and that is cool. I'm just not sure that I would find the benefits to be worth the potential pitfalls, but obviously you do, so to each his own.![]()
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This why I like going:
1. I really, really, like looking at hot women in their underwear. I really like that the ladies are so focused on one task: shaking it for me when i give them money.
2. The club is an escape from reality. I like hot women in their underwear pretending to hit on me. I have no problem paying hot ladies in their underwear for being hot and being in their underwear. The strip club is the one place where all the women have one mission: exciting my imagination and focusing on pleasing me in exchange for $$$ (while making me forget I'm paying most of the time). I get to enjoy hot women without having to care about their problems or whatever they think my indadequacies are. A strip club is one of the last places a man is basically immune from any kind of criiticism about who he is as long as he pays and is not actively rude to women.
I go to upscale clubs where extras do not seem to exist, but the women are some the hottest I've ever seen. It's fun to be in a place where women WANT you to look. I don't have 'atfs' and don't develop close bonds any particular dancer. I like that I get to see them when I only have to be focus on one thing: paying and enjoying their hotness. I don't want to know their real names, what they are like outside of the club, etc......I just want to enjoy the hotness and sensuality from 'strange' women...
3. I enjoy the feeling that I'm doing something 'bad'. I'm a pretty straght laced/no nonsense man in a serious profession, so it is fun to feel like I'm being 'deviant'. I know going to a strip club isn't really that deviant, but I like the thought that I have some sort of 'dark secret' that no one would suspect. I like the loud music, booze, sluttily dressed waitresses, and dim lighting.
4. Convenient 'waiting room'-I've been single a long time, and sometimes I just don't want to deal with the dating process. The club gives me some fun interactions with women in an environment where the women don't want my time, emotional support, commitment, or devotion. I like tht the women really don't want to know what I'm really like-they only want to make me think sexy thoughts and pay them. They still want my money, but I can handle that very easily becuase I think paying them gives me something in return. Some of the other needs of women I just don't want to deal with a lot of the time. I can still interact with women, but it seems safer int he club since there is no emotional and very little time investment. I leave with less money, a big smile on my face, and the memory of sexy / mysterious women...
Sorry to bump this old thread, but I’ve long been meaning to respond to Rick’s comments below, and Kessler’s SS thread reminded me it was time to post a response.
I completely understand the assumptions underlying your comments, but that’s the thing about my home club. It’s fundamentally different in key ways.
Keep in mind that there are no laps, no VIP and no contact. And it’s in a city where a lot of very powerful people with spending power live, and LOT of money was spent in the club. So the spending dynamic is unique, the ownership encourages broadened friendships and if you are very lucky, eventually you will be admitted to that “club.”
So, for example, you are assuming that the increased spending is tied to “involvement,” and certain favors ITC or OTC. It never was. It wasn’t even tied to dancers I knew that well. Often I paid directly to doctors, hospitals and dentists for dancers’ children’s needs for a dancer I barely knew. I paid for rent, mortgage payments, emergency surgery, cars, brakes, tires, roof repairs and countless other items, directly to the providers (which meant, of course, that I knew all the dancers’ real names.). What they had in common was the urgency of the situation that was brought to my attention. Things told to me in the club by dancers I trusted that were true, and fundamentally true in a way that you just never questioned.
There was never a case where a child was involved that turned out to be false. Not once.
There was never a case where a dancer’s safety was involved that turned out to be false. Not once.
I know what you are thinking – what I would be thinking if somebody told me that this was all unfolding in an SC environment – that this is the craziest and most successful hustle of a moron in history. But it was not a hustle because the hustles that did exist – the SS we sort of all enjoyed together – co-existed in parallel. So sure there were always those new outfits to die for or new boobs or Tiffany’s diamond earrings they wanted and that little dance of SS and customer hustle was a lot of fun.
This, it turns out, was real life. But much is expected of one in this case. Before you become a “trusted regular,” you are expected to make the dancers’ lives fundamentally better financially. And I don’t mean make their night or their week or their month. I mean their life. And the lives of their children. This takes years.
And here’s the thing – in exchange, you open up your real life -- your real life becomes transparent to all the dancers, and you are expected to watch over them. They hold your own identity – in a town where identity is a huge and valuable commodity – in trust and reserve.
They never burned me. Not once.
It’s like no other club I’ve ever seen or heard of.
I would drive new dancers home after their shift. I would hang out with dancers at a dancer’s house before work began. I was invited to their birthday parties, we would all go to dance clubs together, the dancers’ children would play with mine, at their homes and mine.
And of course I did date some dancers in completely legit relationships during this period. I was never one for paying for OTC – it just struck me as not the purpose of the club – so that never came up. And yes, they asked me out first.
So this is what my dancer friend meant when she said to me, in reminiscing about those days, last New Year’s Eve, “God, we used to have so much fun.”
God, we really, really did.![]()
Hah, the funny thing is for me it has been the exact opposite. I live in Orlando, when i was 18 strip clubs were a lot wilder here than they are now, the laws have been tightening up slowly but surely as i've gotten older. While my horny 18yo self enjoyed full nudity and high contact lap dances now there is only bikini girls dancing so far away you can't even talk to them.
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I'm hoping for a dance that mixes together the seductive kind of moves and the more brazenly sexual moves. If a performance contained only one of the two I'd feel it was incomplete. (An unbalanced, lop-sided affair, as if one titty had been implanted while the other had been left natural, you know?)
I noticed this incompleteness in San Fran's seedier clubs, where things had tipped to the sleazier side and the overall product suffered. There was a world of friction to be found there but at the same time there was less actual erotica than at "legit" clubs. The seductiveness had died off. I assume the women lost their will to provide that extra effort right about the same time that "extras" took the place of extra effort. The sleazy environment had put an end to whatever joy they'd once taken in sensuality. So these supposedly exciting places had their moments but the majority of the time I spent there (the "downtime") was very very boring once the initial thrill wore off. (Whereas at a normal stripclub the downtime is only 'somewhat' boring, because the environment there keeps things more interesting).
Then there's the other extreme, where dancers go overboard with the artsy seductive stuff and spend the entire dance doing some kind of performance art that has nothing to do with my crotch's happiness. Like when a stripper starts doing an NBA cheerleader routine that's actually quite nifty in terms of choreography, I'll eventually think "shit, this is skillful as hell but she could have just done this on stage instead of tricking me into paying for it in VIP." And then I would think back to that stripper who told me that the P in VIP stood for Penis, and I would wish that I was getting dances from her instead of from this dancer who clearly believes the P stands for Person. And then there's those dances made up entirely of time-wasting moves used mostly by strippers who are desperately trying to avoid the dong at all costs, like the move that I call "Hey, here's my shin! What'd'ya think of that?" Then you have this detestable approach to lapdancing: "I'm going to spend half the dance with my shoulder blades pressed back into your sternum real hard as if that's something."
So it's clearly better to marry these two kinds of moves to each other so that the dance is partly teasing (mind-affecting) and partly pleasing (dong-affecting). So say the pants.
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Well, since you asked, what I'd really like in this next dance is more armpit.


As for me, I started frequenting clubs rather recently, and so was "raised" on high-contact LDs. To me it is perfectly normal for a dancer to smother your face with her tits (while you plant kisses on them), all the while grinding heavily against your pelvic area. I've only seen degrees of extras, but never no extras at all. Even the most professional dancers at my club allow at least breast touching with hands.
I suppose I go to get driven absolutely insane with desire, like a heroin injection only much, much safer in terms of physical health. The financial aspect is another matter entirely, and I have to be careful to only bring as much to the club as I can afford to spend (and I do spend it all).
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