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runinman

Pennsylvania

Growing up in the Poconos, turning 18 and getting to go to your first BYOB nude club was something of a rite of passage. At family gatherings you’d hear your dad with your uncles or your older cousins talking about making a trip up to a club. In high school as a underclassman the seniors would tell stories about how they had all gone over the weekend or that one of the senior girls did amateur night and won first place. All of these stories definitely made me want to go to a club and experience it first hand.

I turned 18 a few months before any of my friends did so I had to wait a bit before I could go. At this point in my life, it was the early 2000s so high speed internet wasn’t a thing and the family computer was in a place where you couldn’t use it to find porn, the adult outlet vhs tapes were ridiculously expensive, and I’d seen the same five old playboy magazines under my dads bed way too many times so the idea of getting to see live nude women was very enticing.

When the last friend turned 18 we went up to the Grandview on amateur night hoping to see some girl we knew from school. (That didn’t happen)

We went in and paid our admission which if memory serves me right was $10. I think this was one of the few times in my life where expectations actually ended up better than reality. When I heard stories about people going I never really asked too many questions or never had anyone go into too much detail about what they saw at the club. I knew the clubs were fully nude but didn’t realize that meant girls would drop down and spread their legs and let you stare at their crotch for a dollar. I figured fully nude meant they took their panties off and you could see their bush. I didn’t even realize fully shaved was a thing until I got to the club.

Me and my friends sat at chairs away from the stage when we first got there to kind of get the lay of the land. Before we went my dad told me that they would give you singles at the bar there so I didn’t need to scrounge around for them and he said not to let anyone take me in the back because it was a waste of money. As we were watching from our seats the dancer on stage motioned for us to come to the stage so we approached and I remember her pulling me over and rubbing her boobs in my face. I definitely wasn’t expecting that or knew that was legal. She had me put the dollar between her tits and then squeezed my hand with them as she collected it.

After that I was definitely hooked I took a seat at the main stage and sat there for a few dancers sets. At that time one girl was on stage and did two songs. Her first one she took her top off and second took her bottoms off. Once it got more busy they sent another girl out during the second song so there were always two girls on stage overlapping each other’s set. I worked for $5.25 an hour at the local grocery store so sitting at the stage I was going through my singles pretty quick so I sat back with my friends after a bit. All the dancers could tell we were super young and had never been to a club so we were then continuously bombarded with girls wanting to give us dollar dances and asking us to go in the back. We all took the dollar dances and politely said no to going in the back for a private. I saw quite a few girls I would have loved to take up on the offer but I remembered what my dad told me and knew I didn’t have enough in my wallet for that.

They had one woman dancing who was in her 40s and was a little on the heavier side with really big fake boobs that looked like someone just opened her up and put basketballs in there and sewed her back up who kind of just sat down on our laps and didn’t ask if we wanted a dance. My one friend kind of rudely told her he didn’t want a dance from her and to get off of him. She asked if she could at least rub her boobs in his face and he said ok to her and she more or less put his face between them and punched her boob into the side of his face. He was in pain and on the way home complained that he might have a broken jaw. That was my first lesson on making sure not to be rude to a dancer at the club.

We didn’t actually make it to the amateur contest that night as we ran out of money after about maybe two hours. We made the rookie mistake of showing up to the club at 8 where there were more dancers than customers. The amateurs didn’t come on until close to midnight.

It was a positive first experience, I kind of knew that I would be back to the club as soon as I could. I tried to pick up as many extra shifts as I could to save up for a return visit and to maybe have enough for the private dance. I feel that the girls took good care of us and after finding out it was all our first trip a lot of them made sure we had fun with the limited funds we had. Some girls gave us tips about how to sit or where to put our hands during the dollar dances, they put on a good stage show and were fun to talk to. Since this did become a hobby for me and knowing how a lot of girls operate and hustle nowadays it’s nice to look back and see how they could’ve taken advantage of our inexperience and instead showed us a good time. One girl in particular named Mackenzie really spent a lot of time with us and was super nice and friendly and very generous with how far our dollars went on and off stage.

I went to a club in March right before the Covid-19 caused everything to shut down. I never posted a review because I figured it was useless to write a review for a club that no one could go to. I figured I’d write an article about my first club experience and was thinking maybe it would get other people to share their stories.

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