Mine, 21 years old -- a strip club opened in the East Coast college town where I had been attending classes. The town had never had a strip club before. It shocked some of the old-timers. I went into the place late on Friday night with my college roommate. I remember being absolutely stunned at seeing beautiful young naked women...especially this one with perfect breasts put just in front of my face at the edge of the dance floor. Believe it or not, a live band provided the music! Yup, up on a small stage over the bar. Bump and grind music to the max. What else do I remember? Oh yeah, for a broke college kid, it seemed to cost a lot of money just to get in and then the beers were outrageous expensive. Some things don't change.
I was 21 or 22, sometime around 1980-81. The Outpost just south of Kent, Ohio where I was going to grad school had dancers during the week and bands on weekends (it has live music all the time now). Country-rock vibe, jukebox for music, all bikini dancers, no such thing as a lap dance. There were still girls doing costumes and strip-shows with their 3 song sets. Met my first ATF there and followed her in and out a bunch of scruffy little factory bars in and around Canton, Ohio for almost 10 years before she retired.
I grew up in an oppressive little town, just south of desolation, east of depression, in the middle of nowhere, and I couldn't wait to escape to civilization. If there was a bright spot in the universe, I was at the location farthest from it.
Enlisting in the Marine Corps at 17.5 years old, I did boot camp in San Diego. A couple of times, during movements, we passed the Body Shop/Les Girls complex in the middle of San Diego. I made a mental note to finally see what small town America had denied me at that complex.
On my first free weekend, I kept the promise to myself. Arriving at 9 a.m., I had to detour a couple of hours until opening. At 11 I returned and I ended up spending most of the day at the complex, ogling naked women all day, as well as watching the entire "Behind the Green Door" movie at the porn store adjacent to those establishments.
It was actually anti-climatic as I was hoping for something more intimate than what those clubs offered. Still, it was vindication for years of oppression.
I was 18 and stationed in Cheyenne, Wyoming. There's a club called The Clown's Den just over the CO border. This was a topless club which served alcohol and food.
They didn't do lap dances. There were table dances. I spent a whole lot less money than I do now. LOL
I was something like 25 or 27. Some of the guys from work found out I had never been to a strip club before. They wanted to take me. I went along. They told me to bring lots of cash. I thought $50 was a whole lot of cash. It was enough that night. I enjoyed the visit much better than I expected. In hindsite it seems funny that I was nervous and didn't know if I was being taken to an underground brothel or a strip club or what even went on in a strip club. My fears were way overblown. It was a nice club with pretty girls and upscale.
Mine actually wasn't that great now that I look back on it. I was 18. I took a friend from school with me (it was his first time too) and we had less than $100 between the two of us. There were two girls on shift that night. We saw one girl do her set before getting into a fight with the other one over the choice of music. Ultimately, the girl who had just finished on the stage quit right then and there--literally went into the back, threw her stuff on, walked out and drove away. I went on to discover many other clubs that had their act together, but unfortunately, this incident ruined my friend's interest.
19 years old on a trip to California. We went to a full nude club called the Other Ball. I could not believe what I saw. I had no clue what to do, how to tip, and neither did the other two novices I was with. I remember staring up a this brunette with large conical shaped breasts and wondering how I could get her to bed.
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I barely remember it. It was 1978, back when the drinking age in NY was still 18 and most of us ignored it, it was my 17th birthday, and a group of my friends decided that they needed to get me out of the funk I was in over finding my ex-girlfriend in bed with my brother, by taking me across the border into Ft Erie. I don't remember the name of the place, and none of the clubs currently listed here on TUSCL ring a bell.
I do, however, remember the tight little stripper they hired to look after me for the evening. Physically, she was about as different from my ex as could be. Vietnamese, short, thin, small breasts, dark hair, and a bush with that fine hair only oriental women have.
I was in the back room more than I was out of it all night long. For those that have always wondered, Asian women *do* seem have better pussy control on average.
I went back a few times, and though she never treated me quite that good after that, it was still pretty doggone good.
My first stripper experience didn't involve an actual strip club. They used to have reviews around columbus and those seemed like a lot of fun when I was 17. One group even asked me to be their driver for a gig up in cleveland. Those reviews were pretty tame but I always had a good time.
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Enlisting in the Marine Corps at 17.5 years old, I did boot camp in San Diego. A couple of times, during movements, we passed the Body Shop/Les Girls complex in the middle of San Diego. I made a mental note to finally see what small town America had denied me at that complex.
On my first free weekend, I kept the promise to myself. Arriving at 9 a.m., I had to detour a couple of hours until opening. At 11 I returned and I ended up spending most of the day at the complex, ogling naked women all day, as well as watching the entire "Behind the Green Door" movie at the porn store adjacent to those establishments.
It was actually anti-climatic as I was hoping for something more intimate than what those clubs offered. Still, it was vindication for years of oppression.
They didn't do lap dances. There were table dances. I spent a whole lot less money than I do now. LOL
I barely remember it. It was 1978, back when the drinking age in NY was still 18 and most of us ignored it, it was my 17th birthday, and a group of my friends decided that they needed to get me out of the funk I was in over finding my ex-girlfriend in bed with my brother, by taking me across the border into Ft Erie. I don't remember the name of the place, and none of the clubs currently listed here on TUSCL ring a bell.
I do, however, remember the tight little stripper they hired to look after me for the evening. Physically, she was about as different from my ex as could be. Vietnamese, short, thin, small breasts, dark hair, and a bush with that fine hair only oriental women have.
I was in the back room more than I was out of it all night long. For those that have always wondered, Asian women *do* seem have better pussy control on average.
I went back a few times, and though she never treated me quite that good after that, it was still pretty doggone good.
Thank God for good friends.