Learning Curve

I started my strip club adventures shortly after my 21st birthday in 2005 at one of the more strict clubs in the country which lead to a bit of a slow learning curve. At this particular club lap dances were prepaid and you had to wait for you number to be called, so the more popular girls could have a wait. Later that summer while home from college I went to a club and learned that two way contact was possible in the right clubs and with the right dancer.

A few years later after a stop in D.C. (where things are even more strict than the place near my college,) I learned through a coworker about the possibility of extras while working in various parts of Ohio. While there I never had a great opportunity at them there; I probably came the closest with a dancer who surprisingly enough was buying me drinks. She was seeming to initiate by starting to take off my belt, but I turned her down and suggested OTC. It seemed to agree, but when I tried to meet her by her car, I couldn't find what she described and she never came out. I went back in and found out she was passed out in the locker room.

Weirdly, I seemed to never get extras at what I would probably consider my "home club," although, I did get a fair bit of outside the pants action. I may have had one time where I got some HM in the VIP box, but it was more of a reach in, if I am remembering correctly. Ultimately, I either missed dancers I had read about that did extras and rarely if ever found a way to bring them up directly.

My first true extras experience was at a Vegas club where I ended up doing two girl dance. I did it because I was promised VHM by at least one of the dancers, which unfortunately it was the girl I was least interested in, but hey what are you going to do. The hotter girl did get in on the fun as well, but in the end she would only finish me off with some HM.

Over the next three years things were somewhat hit or miss. The worst misses were some dancers who gave me phone numbers. Some straight up ghosted me, but others played games about coming in to see them vs meeting up OTC. The funniest one though was a girl who texted me out of the blue thinking I was a manager/bouncer at an old club of her's even after I told her multiple times that I wasn't.

Somewhat sadly, I did realize one of the best ways to gauge mileage just before I ended up deciding to get out of the SC game. I'll save that though for another story along with some of my better "wins."