Friday night out with the guys
georgmicrodong
Just a fat, creepy old pervert.
Well, sort of. Friday night at one local club, I walk in, and see three guys and their girlfriend at the stage, drinking and tipping the girls. The girlfriend is taking turns playing tonsil hockey with the three guys.
Or do I see what I think I see? After a closer look, it becomes obvious that the three guys are actually girls, with men's haircuts and men's clothes, apparently doing their absolute best to pass as men. Bear in mind that these women were what I, in my callow youth, would have called "full on bull dykes", though the sensitive guy into whom I've matured would *never* use such a description. Physiologically more similar to men than women, with stocky figures and wide shoulders. Not really much "disguise" needed in these cases, though the girlfriend was kinda cute, in that "pleasantly plump" kind of way.
So I go find one of the dancers I've gotten dances from before, buy her a drink and ask about it. She tells me they come in every few months, and play a game, seeing if they can fool any of the dancers. There's an unwritten rule amongst the ones who know that they don't tell the new girls.
We get done with the drink, and I go sit at the bar to just watch the festivities for a bit. Apparently, I was paying too much attention, because one of the "guys" walks up, and in a macho tone of voice says "What are *you* looking at?"
So, being the asshole that I am, I say "I don't know, you tell me...Sweetheart."
"He" just stood there for a minute, then broke into a grin and *giggled*. I think the guy sitting next to me sucked his entire drink into his lungs, he was choking so hard.
I've seen lots of lesbian behavior in clubs, between dancers, and between dancers and customers, but I don't think I've ever observed anything quite like this before.
Or do I see what I think I see? After a closer look, it becomes obvious that the three guys are actually girls, with men's haircuts and men's clothes, apparently doing their absolute best to pass as men. Bear in mind that these women were what I, in my callow youth, would have called "full on bull dykes", though the sensitive guy into whom I've matured would *never* use such a description. Physiologically more similar to men than women, with stocky figures and wide shoulders. Not really much "disguise" needed in these cases, though the girlfriend was kinda cute, in that "pleasantly plump" kind of way.
So I go find one of the dancers I've gotten dances from before, buy her a drink and ask about it. She tells me they come in every few months, and play a game, seeing if they can fool any of the dancers. There's an unwritten rule amongst the ones who know that they don't tell the new girls.
We get done with the drink, and I go sit at the bar to just watch the festivities for a bit. Apparently, I was paying too much attention, because one of the "guys" walks up, and in a macho tone of voice says "What are *you* looking at?"
So, being the asshole that I am, I say "I don't know, you tell me...Sweetheart."
"He" just stood there for a minute, then broke into a grin and *giggled*. I think the guy sitting next to me sucked his entire drink into his lungs, he was choking so hard.
I've seen lots of lesbian behavior in clubs, between dancers, and between dancers and customers, but I don't think I've ever observed anything quite like this before.
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I certainly don't have stories like this to relate. Maybe I'll have some new experiences to pass on after I get back from my winter vacation. I miss the Canadian axe lady.
There’s a regular er, person at my usual club who resembles the sexually ambiguous character “Pat†from SNL. Can’t tell by looking, but a dancer assures me he’s a guy, and I guess she should know.
Back when I worked at a hotel, we doubled up on security one night because a restaurant on property was pulling a big shindig. My partner and I were walking through the lot and saw three well dressed gals (strapless gowns-lots of cleavage) in front of a car with it's hood up. One of them asked if I could help. It was a car I was very familiar with and I knew instantly what the problem was. I went under the hood.
Seconds later, one of the gals saw some guy walking though the lot. She instantly ordered me away from her car, and she pursued the guy-who wanted nothing to do with her. She instantly came back to me and begged forgiveness.
I returned under the hood and the gal started rubbing against me. I began thinking this was a good thing. Just then, my partner violently snagged me and pulled me from the car.
"That's a guy" he hissed through clenched teeth.
I looked at the three gals (post op trannies) and one of them said "What of it ?"
From ten feet away, I told them how to crosswire their starter, then walked away with Patrick. They got ticked off and walked off the property.
I've seen quite a few oddballs, including what I'm reasonably sure was a drag queen, and manly lesbians, but not a group of them like this, and not acting as flagrantly.
As for dances, I didn't see any if them getting lap dances, but they weren't shy about the grab ass at the stage. The dancer with whom I was drinking did claim that the "girlfriend" bought a VIP from her the last time they were in. Allegedly a pretty hot time.
I've seen a lot of interest from some with girl on girl action on stage. I don't mind as long as I'm not waiting to tip someone and they never get to me because of female customers getting all the attention. A lot of times, dancers will give females more attention and take tips from them before the male customers. I've seen this happen before and the guys are not happy if they wanted to tip the dancers but they never got to see the dancer up close because a bunch of girls got all the attention.
Some dancers are straight, some are lesbian, and some are bi. I've read or heard that there has been some evidence that gay people may have the brain equivalent of the opposite sex due to certain hormone releases during their mother's pregnancy. Therefore if I see some dykey women in a club, I assume (unless it's a joke or something) that it's an individual with a guy's brain in a female body. I leave them alone.
Then there is the third sex. Those with both female and male genitals. Someone warned me about one strange looking dancer that she was actually male. I can't think of how many guys would have thrown up if they knew they were being led back to the back lap dance room to pay money for lap dances from a guy. Maybe the correct term is shemale or something.
http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/posts/2008…
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http://blog.foreignpolicy.com/posts/2008…