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Pennsylvania

I saw another 'first club experience' so I thought I'd give mine a go.

Club: Lou Turks right outside Philly, year 1981. I believe it was the summer I first graduated high school. I had heard older guys talk, mostly joke about this club and guys 'eating pussy' and giving dollars to the girls. This place was also known to have a lot of bikers who frequented it and it is in an industrial part of town, not much else to go down there for. Well after getting pretty drunk on beers which we did every weekend, at about 10 pm our group had whittled down to just me and another guy. " Let's go to Lou Turks" he said. Even drunk I still had some trepidations about going to this legendary Delco club. "How the hell we gonna get in? We don't have any fake ID's" He said "We just walk in, act like we know what we're doing" And so we did. There was some people milling around at the front door and no bouncer at the moment and we just walked in.


For a kid who had seen about 2 naked girls in his life this place was amazing. Maybe 3 or 4 girls wearing G-strings and pasty's working the crown, laughing, flirting, sitting on guy's laps taking dollars in their G string. Then up on stage I saw a dancer dance. I didn't think girls did these things, shaking their ass, flashing boobs and the kitty. Then I saw the first of the famous Lou Turks tip. The guy stood with his back to the stage, crouched down some and bent backwards like he was doing the limbo and the girl on stage would straddle his face and take the tip. I was (and kinda still am) shocked. But also very turned on. Now how exactly her hand worked to grab the dollar or much tongue to vag contact there was I couldn't figure out. But dudes were lining up to do this. My heart was racing the entire time and some 40 years later I still have strong recollections of at least one of the girls. We stayed only about an hour or so....we were getting somewhat nervous something bad would happen to us. When my friend drove me home I was still mesmerized. Instead of going home as he drove away I quietly snuck down to my garage, super quietly opened the garage door and rode my bike (drunk) back to Lou Turks (about 3-5 miles) to try to get back in, but got flagged at the door.