Have you ever been in a VIP room and the club gets buted?

A lot of coties have a six foot distance requirement, so if she's in your lap (doesn't matter if sex is involved or not), you both get busted. I talked to one guy. He said he got a citation for public lewdness (he got a lawyer & the charges were dropped), but she got busted for prostitution.

This has always been a fear. At the club where I am VIP, they have an alarm system if the cops come the girls tell me. A flashing red light goes off in CR and VIP areas so folks need to get dressed quickly and scatter.

They let me pull my pants down to ankles (but boxers must stay on) wile doing extras. The girl will get fully nude and the way mine gives it to me (she is 27, petite, blonde, and married) is to get in my lap facing me while I am sitting on couch and go up and down on it; she will climax about every 3 min. She will do this after playing with him for awhile as we engage in small talk. She is really good at sex and even with condoms I get off with her everytime - she loves to fuck and can go long time (many of them cant or wont). She is really good with HJ too. Its really great if you can find a good one.

I joke with her why can't I get nude and she laughs about how girls can get dressed quicker than guys. Besides, I don't want to be unprepared in case the cops come.

I have never been in a club during a bust, only during "inspections". Fortunately, the club increased the lighting and stopped the music. It doesn't hurt to always be aware of your surroundings, and only do things in the safest most remote areas.

What does "Buted" mean?

gator,

I thought the same but was waiting for someone to catch that. I think in a site of this type, that missing letter is GIGANTIC.

buSted or buTted?

I was head-Butted accidentally once by a stripper.

The term LE Raid works better than "Busted" anyway and no I've never had the honor of showing my ID during a LE Raid.

My favorite story about a club being busted was years ago when I went to KCK to a hole-in-the-wall joint called the "Bowery." They were putting on a Donkey Show, and word got to us law students across the river that it was going to be that night, so a carload of us got liquored up and headed to Kansas. About the time we got to the club, the cops were coming OUT. Three older guys (owner? promoters?) were being led out in cuffs; an older (40ish) voluptuous woman in a harem-girl outfit was being led out in cuffs: and a poor, sad looking burro was being led out and was loaded into an Animal Control trailer. We never got out of our car, but laughed so hard that we cried. The little donkey looked especially embarrassed.

BaddJack,
Great story, and "The little donkey looked especially embarrassed" line is classic - I can just picture it.

Maybe the donkey was sad and not embarrassed because they were "buted" BEFORE we was on stage and, well you know the rest.

Great story BaddJack. Back in those days, I'm sure that KCK was way ahead of ESL in the "nasty for sale" department. You could literally find anything over there. The donkey might still be hangin' around, but sadly, all of the good stuff has been gone for 16 years.

mmdv26 said: "Back in those days, I'm sure that KCK was way ahead of ESL in the "nasty for sale" department. You could literally find anything over there."

Yes, I would have to say that one advantage to being in grad school in KCMO in the early '80s was the proximity to a very rocking strip club atmosphere across the river. "The Bowery" was like a brothel with a stage, "The Red Apple" was nasty, sweaty, and very high mileage, and "Bachelor's III" was simply the best strip joint I ever went to. There were others as well, but, alas, they are all gone.

I've only 'bated in a club one time.

About 20 years ago,one hot summer afternoon, I was in Tampa with not much to do. Mons Venus came to mind, and decided to make a visit. I was sitting on the right side of the stage, [as viewed from the front of the building],talking to a dancer, when 3 masked men entered the front door, with weapons in hand. My heart skipped a beat. As most of you know, there are no windows in Mons to escape, and nothing to hide under.Thought I was going to die in that titty-bar.Well, my training as a reserve deputy sheriff kicked in.At least I could get a good description of the men with guns, so if I survived, they could be caught. They were all tall, dressed alike, black shoes,black ski masks,one had on a black nylon jacket just like mine at home. Then it hit me. The nylon jacket was identical to the one issued to me by the Sheriif's office I worked part time here in Florida, and the polished shoes confirmed these were really cops. Well, I thought, we were being raided. I was wrong. The girl at the door stopped the music, walked up to them, said "WHAT DO YOU WANT, MIKE?". She recognized the first guy, even with the mask on. Cop said they were looking for Mercedes, a dancer, real name Sharon Poledancer [or whatever the name was]. After checking the ID's of all the dancers, the cops left, she was not there.Later, the girl at the door said the Fed's were looking for this girl big time, had been there before asking for her,but not with guns. She said she recognized one of the masked cops by his voice, and shape of his head. He had worked vice in Tampa for years, and was well known,even with a mask on.For a few moments I sure thought I was going to die that afternoon.