Dancers Out of "Uniform"
dudeanonymous
Normally, I like seeing dancers in their street clothes. My favorite time to visit clubs is between day shift and night shift to see the girls coming and going. But.... The other night as I was about to leave a club to get some dinner, I ran into a girl -- a solid 7+ -- I had talked to quite a bit on previous visits, and with whom I'd had some good dances. I ended up getting a couple of dances from her, then mentioned I was going to get something to eat. She offered to join me and I said sure. (I was pretty sure this was going no where beyond dinner. She never hinted at extras and I knew I wasn't paying for anything other than the tab at RubyTGIFApplebyWhatever.)
Anyway, she gets cleaned up and comes to meet me at the bar, and I barely recognize her. Without make up, she looks years old, bad skin, lips thin and pale. Her nice C cups are hidden under a loose shirt and her hair is pulled back into a severe ponytail. She went from 7 to a girl that I wasn't at all physically attracted to. She still had an 8+ personality and was a good dinner companion, but reality definitely killed the fantasy girl mystique.
Any similar experiences?
Anyway, she gets cleaned up and comes to meet me at the bar, and I barely recognize her. Without make up, she looks years old, bad skin, lips thin and pale. Her nice C cups are hidden under a loose shirt and her hair is pulled back into a severe ponytail. She went from 7 to a girl that I wasn't at all physically attracted to. She still had an 8+ personality and was a good dinner companion, but reality definitely killed the fantasy girl mystique.
Any similar experiences?
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1) First time I met my first ATF OTC (no, sadly, not for "OTC"). I hadn't really ever thought about how much height those FMN heels add. We met at a restaurant and she was already seated. When we got up to leave, I was sure she hadn't stood up yet.
2) Same club -- the club ROB. I rarely go to a club while the sun is out -- makes me feel like a dirty old man. ;-) But one summer evening, I arrived at about 7, as the club ROB was also arriving. OMG, sunlight is not kind to her.
3) This one didn't kiil any fantasies; it created some. At a smaller club late on a weeknight. I was the only customer for the last 45 minutes. After I got a couple dances from D, she decided to call it a night (about 30 minutes before closing). I was getting dances from another dancer when D came back out of locker room and wanted to talk to the dancer I was with, for a minute. When dance was over, I glanced over at D (who had been waiting patiently) and realized that without the lingerie and FMN heels and less makeup, she was a dead ringer for this girl in college that I chased (unsuccessfully) for quite some time.
First time, I was at the club at the end of the night, and one of the dancers that I talked to quite a bit, was heading out. She was still cute, but she looked, uh, regular.
Second time, I was at the club at the end of the night, and was outside getting some air, and a really attractive dancer that I sorta knew was heading home. Cutoffs, and a teeshirt. She looked better than she did in the club! Or maybe I'm just a sucker for cutoffs...
Years ago, I was picking up a dancer to take her to a hockey game, and when she opened her door, she was wearing tiny little cutoffs, with a blouse tied around her waist (it was June in Dallas). I told her, "First of all, you look great. But, we're going to be sitting about ten feet from a 200 foot long slab of ice, so you might be more comfortable wearing something else." It must have been laundry day, because she took a really long time finding something else to wear. She finally came out of her bedroom wearing a slinky, skin-tight, long knit dress, almost to the floor. (She had said before that she never wore makeup except at work, so as to avoid unwanted attention. Neither of her outfits looked like she was trying to avoid attention.) A few times, the button between her handfulls would pop open, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. The funny thing, though, was the fact that she was clearly wearing her work undies. Because her bar was within 1000 ft of a pre-existing adult business, the girls had to have ruffles sewn onto their thongs to cover the upper half of their butts. Her dress was clingy enough to reveal those ruffles. I assume that she hadn't been wearing that same thing under her daisy dukes, but rather going commando. The dress she changed into would have looked better on her without her work-thong. She was so hot, because of her natural beauty at least as much as her outfit, that all night long, guys who saw her talked like construction workers, or yelled things to me by way of congratulations.
Another dancer I knew in Dallas didn't own long pants, not even jeans, until she bought some in the middle of the winter. She was just a perpetually sexy little minx.
I saw one exception to the dressing down going to and from work rule. A dancer leaving at the end of her day-shift was wearing a tight, short dress, and full makeup with dark red lipstick. A few months later, I saw her ad on Eros, so I guess she wanted to look, uh, "professional" at all times. (I just checked - her ad is still there, but she hasn't updated her age in about six years.)
Kinda jarring considering what we were doing a half hour earlier, lol.
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Example: guys go nuts over Angelina Jolie. Yes, with makeup she has a pretty face. But in real life her body is scary. Really scary. Think of the hottest star you can, then do a search for photos of her without makeup. Scary.
Thank god for makeup.
So no, I don't think that strippers look ugly in real life. Thank goodness, because I really like to see dancers without the bras and lingerie and the fantasy that goes along with it (though not as much as I like to see them naked). It's probably me, but I think it's even more arousing that a hot stripper dresses and looks like the rest of us. It's the Girl Next Door phenomenon, a way to think beauty is within your grasp. And I love it.