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Cool Cat in the Valley

I've been reminiscing about the late 90's at the Deja Vu in North Hollywood, CA. At that time, I was a regular, visiting 3 to 4 times a week. About 60% of the dancers knew me and my fist name, I knew the waitresses, bouncers, DJ's and manager staff as well.

This club was never known as an openly extras friendly location, but that didn't mean extra's could not occur. If you knew the right dancer, who knew and tipped the right bouncer on duty, and it was the right time of day, extra fun could be enjoyed. But Friday or Saturday nights with the hottest dancers on shift usually meant the most you'd score was an OTP handy, carefully hidden from the CCTV cams, during a 30-minute VIP.

But then there was a dancer named S***let. Tall, maybe 5'7", curly dark brown hair, slim waist and nice full D cups...she had a warm smile with sensual eyes and could convince you to fall in love with her in about 30 seconds with the absolute assurance she would love you as well for the 30-60 minutes.

She never offered or even allowed discussions of extra’s. That was just not on the menu and if a guy pushed her too much on this, he’d find his ass attached to the bottom of a bouncer’s shoe as he flew out the door. But… if you were cool, and let things develop organically, you would feel the heat build up after a few visits with her. I always took her for at least one 30-minute VIP for $150 ($100 on Thursdays) and would often bookend it with a second VIP right after. She had a way to connect through her eyes, hands, body and as alluded to in the title of this article, feet. My clothes never came off, my zipper never opened, my shirt stayed tucked in. But when she felt the mood was right, she’d start using her bare feet to get you where you wanted to go. I went home with damp shorts 4 out of 5 times I was with her. I’d swear if I didn’t see her feet on me I would have sworn she was using her hands. She never asked for a tip, and I didn’t really understand the tipping dynamic back then anyway, so I never offered. I’ll never really know if I was the exclusive recipient of this special fun (probably not!) but at that time, PL’s in the club that I occasionally spoke to didn’t share that kind of info, and the zblog I followed at that time, didn’t contain any intel on this dancer other than daily roll calls, though it did have info on other dancers.

So, was I getting extras? Or was she just creative? Or did I miss a chance to negotiate/offer additional fun? Who knows? I just remember this was one of the amazing memories of the “golden age” of strip clubs in the San Fernando Valley.

Adjudicators

ooyess

gSteph

I've had a few short touches/strokes with feet, a pleasant surprise. Extra? Nah. But foot stroked to finish? Sounds extra to me. Opinions will vary.

BaggerRider

minnow

Not an Article. Should be posted on Discussion Board

loper