My Top 5 Club Platinum Stories

For those of you that don't know, Club Platinum is a recently reopened club in Georgia USA. It went through a legal battle and now it's back. At presently run, it sucks for high mileage PLs. One way touch, make it rain influencer shit rules the day, and seeing how they could've lost it all I kind of get that.

These stories are from there first run, from night shift, in a different time of my life. I had friends trying to make it in music at the time and they'd use this tiny club to gauge how good there songs were, before they ponyied up real money for the bigger strip clubs/regular clubs/radio. The goal was more business but this was the time that I realized I was completely satisfied with attaching no strings and paying for the services of a young lady. I was less decerning and more spend thrift as most of use were as young men.

But now as an older consumer and dayshifter I have to ask: Was this mother fucking place ever shit? I'm struggling to remember what the mileage was back then on the floor, mostly because that just wasn't the point. Most of these stories are from when I came in alone but there are times that I was only in there long enough to toss singles to make my friends look cool. I don't like this place now but much love to the people that do. I'm pro jobs, so I'm still glad this became a comeback story.

5.) She Don't Love You, She Just Works - I stride into Platinum, chain dangling, angling a hug on a bottle girl I paid to hold me a bar seat. After the my patdown a vaguely nerdy but large bouncer oggled me like I was the baddie. As I broke down half my 1000 dollar stack to singles and ordered a water the bouncers gaze never left me. I shooed away a few dancers who still hadn't learned I don't want to be annoyed before I'd even got my drink yet and the bouncer is still eye screwing me, angry looking and almost teary eyed. What the fuck is going on?

The chick I was waiting on came out the back and threw her arms around me. Shes gonna be in a couple of these stories. Let me run down the particulars -

Tail of the Tape:
Brown soft clear skin
Long weave but solid black and pretty
Sweet Southern black country girl demeanor almost like a church mother
Ass so big you can see it from the front
Ass was real, real soft, real wobbly
Ass was real so it actually fit with her nice rack and thighs
Ass didn't stick out further than her gut
Her smile was also big. But what an ass.
She looked like a softer version of pre accident reality star Apple Watts if your into that.

To me she was a 9. Her stripper name wasn't Ms. Thickness but it shoulda been. The sort of thick black chick that ATL is renowned for. I love Atlanta. Anyway we had one major thing in common and that's time management. We both respected each other's reasons for being there. I wanted to slip some ones in the stage and chill. She wanted to get as much money as possible. So she let me know when she was leaving and I let her know when she could come back for dances. We never broke an appointment. That way we could both be as efficient as possible here. Nothing like a stripper who's as big an overthinker as I am.

So after buying her a drink and leaving my hand print on her butt cheeks she strode off to do her set. I checked my bet slip. Simple until I feel a gorilla hand on my shoulder.

Now let me temper this story with this: alot of bouncers aren't the best socially. That probably makes it easier to be mean to people who deserve it but probably also makes it harder for them to read people and situations. Which doesn't actually matter: the rules are set up with the club. If someone breaks them handle it. You don't have to figure anything out. Some people don't need to try to be doing that

Especially this cat who decided that I needed a talking to. Why? Platinum was tiny and they would sometimes roll people who took up a bar seat but didn't spend enough, but that was never me. It was because according to him it was goofy that I kept getting hugs from Ms. Thickness but wasn't buying dances from her. He has a whole story in his head, that I was taking advantage of her niceness to touch her for free, wasting her time when she was there to work and acting like a player. What a cornball. You can be 6'5 and a beta.

To the horror of the bartender who thought this goofball bouncer just cost her more tips, I wordlessly got up and approached my fav on the stage. I slipped her a 20 and the suddenly less courageous simp bouncer clutched his cape watching Ms, Thickness baby face twist in anger as I relayed word to her. She cut off her stage set, now the second time someone has been cost money because of this doofus and matched naked and mad with her tips in hand and into to this dude face.

And in front of everyone she read him the riot act: pointing out he had no reason to stick his beak into this and should actually pay attention, that she was tired of his jealousy of her regulars, tired of how clearly hung up on her he was and that the only person taking advantage of her niceness was him, as she shoulda shut him down months ago.

I swear I didn't ask her to do that. Someone in authority came out the back and sorted it out but I froze being in the middle of stripper drama, which I hated then and really hate now. But anyway the moral of the this immoral story: it costs you zero to mind your business.

4.) Just Friends No Benefits. - I'm not active on social media anymore but when I was I was on alot of dancers pages. Part of that was for my friends, if I was in dancer comments we'd all be more recognized and they would give get there songs a better reaction. Part of it was also watching strippers lie, which kept me sober in dealing with them. Part of that was also, hey man, sexy pretty women are sexy. That's not too hard is it? Plus it's free. If my comments helped a dancer get a Flat Tummy Tea deal it's cool to help someone out.

One dancer who's now a streetwear designer and works for a local rapper and I think still dances was one of those strippers. She had a great Vine account back in the day and we had our little back and forth in her comments, all in good fun. I bought and still have some of her clothes and actually wore a hoodie to Platinum so she could see me in it. She threw parties in her neighborhood to move clothes, break records, generate leads and network. I felt what she was doing trying to build as a brand was cool.

Accept I think she's ugly. I never got dances from her or tipped her stage. That wasn't going to be our relationship she even stopped asking. She was always nice and shit but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't buy pity dances or lead women on. I thought we could keep it there no matter what.

So I pop into Platinum with my friends to get there songs played, 49 different chains were swinging to a section and I made a beeline for the bathroom which always has a crazy line in that small club. When I came out the designer chick damn near stumbled into my lap. For the first time in months she asked me for a dance and it was clear she didn't recognize me. She was drunk as shit. She did like to drink but she'd never been wrecked like this. I was concerned and had half a mind to keep an eye on her until that issue was solved by a manager who came out the back with her keys and told her she had to call someone to get her home.

She didn't even argue. She was a peaceful drunk. And my job was basically done: my friends had gotten there tune spun and were basically ready to go. So as a friend, seeing as I knew where she lived from the parties and she trusted me I volunteered to get her home. Another friend of ours who lived walking distance from her tagged along for the free ride.

She stumbled and barfed like a mother fucker in the tiny Platinum lot. Her car drove like shit. I stopped at one point to get a paper bag because she kept barfing, dude dude dude. She was getting less calm, I don't think she'd ever been that drunk. I don't think it was drugs even though she did deal in with Molly, a hot drug at the time, on occasion. Anyway me and the tag along cat got her to her spot and got her some stuff to sober her up. Woke up everybody in her house. At least she was OK.

I wake up the next day to a flood of DMs, texts and missed calls. I figured it was a thank you from her along with the typical weekend plan stuff you get during the weekend. Accept it was not. A couple of my friends were congratulating me on my new relationship? The chicks I was hooking up with also had some questions for me now? What? You can mess with my heath. You can mess with my feelings. But don't mess with my money and my rotation. That's over the line. No good deed goes unpunished.

Turns out she posted something on Vine with my face in it with the caption "My Man". People took that wrong way, or wanted to and by the time I woke up rumor was being hardened into fact. She meant my man like you'd greet a friend with a my man. Another person was there, he knew nothing happened. I called her hung over ass and she was so drunk she didn't remember it and deleted it after we got off the phone. But the damage was done. I still see her around and she jokes about it but it hurt me, because chicks like Ms. Thickness from the last story stopped letting me hit. Fuck!

3.) I Don't Need To Know That - I don't know what it is about me but strippers have a tendency to open up to me, or pretend they are. I think they peg me as a guy that wants to feel like a white knight. Again just listening and basic small talk makes some dancers think you must be in love with them. Issue with the White Knight game strippers play though is there sob stories tend to be about other PLs which is weird and the gossipy crap makes fun harder to come by. Plus at that point you gotta wonder what is she telling other people about me?

I'm a trick but if I was a dancer I'd be on the 2 song rule. Even if the guy bought a drink, I'd give him 2 songs to buy a dance. How it's been in the club is an opportunity to give a brief vague update in a flirty way. But both parties can learn alot in 2 songs. Why am I prefacing this story with all this? Ms. Thickness told me story that I never needed to know over 2 songs and I learned a valuable lesson.

For some reason my "Hows it been tonight?" resulting in her telling me she just danced for someone else, no shock, her pointing at him in the club which WTF, claiming he admitted he was gay?! Which WTFWTF? And that the guy feels unwanted and jerked himself off in VIP while she watched!!!!!!!!!!!! WTFWTFTMI! I learned how to quickly change directions with dancers after this one.

2.) Get Hitched Quick - When I go to clubs I always try to cultivate the bouncers. In exchange they let me know how it is and how it's been. I want to know the line up, the crowd, any smokers and any trouble. I also ask if there are any special events like a bachelor party. If there is a bachelor party I'm leaving. Because the one I've seen in a strip club was completely depressing.

First of all, Platinum was way too small to have fun party unless you rent the whole place. Also if there is a bachelor party in the house all the dancers flock to them which I get but it's boring for everyone else there for dances. But that wasn't the worst of it. I slip in, after work this time, no chain and see a bunch of squares at the bar. I was in such a square mode that one of the guys thought I was a friend of someone at the party. Turned out that guy was the husband to be and he told me that he future bride was there with him?

There was no need for this dude to have a party in a strip club because his wife had full possession of his nuts. Proof was that she was at his bachelor party. She was deep into cutting off and reframing everything he said. He had his head held down and looked like he was headed to fucking jail. When he wife headed to the pot he put his head in his hands.

I tried to stay out of it but he came circling by me over and over because I was a beacon of freedom. So in a effort to end the awkwardness I offered the guy a congratulations. Without a segue, he admitted he was pent up because he fiancee wasn't sleeping with him, that his fiancee pocketed the money her pops gave her for the wedding and he paid for it out of pocket and he had more fun in that club than he ever had with her. Uh wow. Shit. Couldn't be me. Won't be me again.

1.) Why We Do This - This might be the most negative interaction I've ever had in a strip club with a dancer. These days I don't go back and forth with strippers and I didn't really then either. Difference is in my nighshift days at Platinum I went with other people and they might like a dancer I don't. So I could end up in a section with a dancer I'd normally ignore.

We came chain swinging in one night and met a now cam chick who worked at Platinum then Blaze. First off and was running a light scam. She'd whisper to dudes that if they bought her cam subscription she'd take that off the dance count. Then she had some way where it was hard to cancel the renewal or in a haze of drunken, drugged lunacy, you'd forget to try until it was too late. And I was considering dances from her but her ass was fake so that was a no good.

I was not mean about not liking her but she was the type of dancer that if you weren't there for her she'd make a point to be rude. First she'd dance at our section she'd act like she didn't see me which yeah good you can go over there. Over time she started to neg me. I arrived once without a chain and she accused me of going broke. She told Ms Thickness and others when they first started at the club I didn't spend, although many dancers don't trust each other and they were smart enough to learn otherwise personally. I heard she basically tried to MeToo me accusing me of doxxing her with her porn, which is untrue and also impossible because you can't dox someone with material they released to the public.

Strippers don't run me out of clubs. She could not make me tired of her and that at her up inside. So finally one night she blew a gasket. I was at Platinum solo, ready for a nightcap with Ms Thickness and she got right in my face in the parking lot, saying I owed her a dance and that I couldn't leave without getting dances. I think she was drunk and telling another bad lie as everyone saw how much I spent.

I didn't respond, I just hooked Ms Thickness arm and walked around her. The doorman came out to basically restrain her and she started screaming, darn near screaming at me "why do you do this? What the fuck you even come in here for?"

Ms Thickness was laughing. She said I was cool as a cucumber. I asked if she liked my cucumber. Instead of answering honestly, she said she asked a good question. Why do I do this? For me it's about memories. And memories to me are about moments. That's why I got rid of my jewelry. I stopped with the designer clothes. I got ride of my Benz and everything else I didn't care about. Because I realized that I was buying those things to impress people like that crazy BBL chick. Trying to flock to people I don't know that I can afford something that it occured for me I didn't even care about. You don't expect to learn these kinds of things at 3 am with a stripper but good grief, I hope everyone learns it eventually.