Just Learned that there is Sex in the Champagne Room.
hey all, I've been ghosting here for a bit and finally have a story to share.
Just to give you a tad bit of backstory, I've been going to a local 3rd rate, middle of the road but not sleazy type club on about a weekly basis. I've been going on the same night of the week for a couple of months now and have about 5 or 6 dancers who hang out with me minus the hustle. I buy 150 dollar, 30 minute VIP's from my favorites, but we spend about 3 - 5 hours just shootin' the shit for free.
I have never recieved sexual favors from this club. And if extras happen here, I would know about it.
I just got back from taking a vacation and there ended up being a strip club within walking distance of my hotel. It was my stripper night, and it ended up being the strip club that anna nicole smith got her start at and met her wrinkled dick billionare. Needless to say, I had to go.
I rolled up in the building and it was a whole lot nicer than my regular club, but surprisingly just as dead inside. I grabbed a beer and took a table seat. After no time at all I was approached by a young, petite black stripper who asked if she could accompany. I'm all about "go-getters" so I welcomed her to my table and tried to pick her brain for some information on the club.
I started to ask her about the lap dance/VIP pricing. She wouldn't tell me a price for the VIP but immediately was pushing it as the place where "it's at". The VIP section ended up being a balcony overlooking the rest of the club. She told me how no one ever went up there and it was ultra private. As I sipped on my beer and eyeballed the current dancer the girl @ my table jumped in my lap and started giving me a freebie lap dance. In between her grinding she started grabbing my dick through the pants which was a surprise.
I immediately decided to buy a pair of lap dances from her where it was more of the same.
After I got back to the table I asked her to find out how much the VIP section was for me so that I could start planning my night. She came back and told me an hour long rental including a bottle of champagne would cost 100 dollars. After hearing how she worded it I asked how much it was for her to accompany me. She responded by asking me to negotiate a price with her. A bit on the noob side I spat out the "so, that's where it's at right?" line and she responded with "an hour of suckin' and fuckin' hell yeah!"
Now I knew that it was on...I had never on a conscious level thought my strip club adventures were in search of pussy, just entertainment. But I did have a desire to be able to say I banged a stripper in the VIP, and I had never been with a black girl before and this was as bangin' a black girl as I was ever likely to find. I actually have an oral fetish so the first thing I told her was that I was more about the suckin' and not the fuckin' to which she responded "i'll suck the fuck outta yo dick."
I then told her that I usually paid 250 for the girls back home. She agreed and started to arrange everything. Even coming back to ask if I needed to buy a condom from the bar for 10 dollars. I had one in my wallet but I was so loaded and just nosediving into the situation that I agreed.
Once up in the VIP area, the barmaid set up my champagne, actually making an incredible nut-shot whiz by me and splash the wall. She also set my condom on the table and placed a sheet over the seat we would be in. I'm a smoker so I got some of my party favors ready and took care of business. My stripper/whore/prostitute/escort came back to me and offered me half a blunt. I've never been one to say no, so despite a bit of trepidation I lit that fucker up. Then my african queen needed some party favors of her own.
So there I sat. Pants around my ankles, smoking a stripper's blunt as she snorted coke off my table naked.
Soon enough she came over, put the condom out of me and lived up to the hype. She started sucking my dick like a fucking champ, obviously lessons through repetition. It really felt boss, and strange. I remember sitting there with her blowing me and hearing the DJ say "These girls are available for couch dances and VIP" and I just wanted to hang over the railing and call to them "MY BROTHERS, GET THE FUCK UP HERE, HE ISN'T LYING!"
So, this was a bit weird. The stripper ended up asking me if I wanted to fuck a little bit and being as in the moment as I was I said sure. We started fucking, and I'm talkin' Pornstar fucking, professional shit! After that she kept imploring me about what I liked and I told her that the most attractive part on a woman to me is her face, so I'm all about the blowjob. She told me she'd swallow my whole dick then, and for the next 30 minutes that's what she did. after the climax, I still had about 20 minutes left but I was like "this girl aint doing no more work." I also didn't see the point in hanging out after getting your happy ending so I killed my bottle of champagne, scooped the condom up (noob paranoia?) and walked my ass back to the hotel in a shocked/dream-like state.
When all was said and done and I processed some of the shame and attempted to shake off modern society dogma I came to the conclusion that sex without love is as hollow and empty as a lap dance, but so much fucking better! So to any interested fellow who indulged in my story, here's 2 questions...
How did I do?
and
Should I go back to my regular girls and tell them this story and try and open a doorway to extras with them?
Just to give you a tad bit of backstory, I've been going to a local 3rd rate, middle of the road but not sleazy type club on about a weekly basis. I've been going on the same night of the week for a couple of months now and have about 5 or 6 dancers who hang out with me minus the hustle. I buy 150 dollar, 30 minute VIP's from my favorites, but we spend about 3 - 5 hours just shootin' the shit for free.
I have never recieved sexual favors from this club. And if extras happen here, I would know about it.
I just got back from taking a vacation and there ended up being a strip club within walking distance of my hotel. It was my stripper night, and it ended up being the strip club that anna nicole smith got her start at and met her wrinkled dick billionare. Needless to say, I had to go.
I rolled up in the building and it was a whole lot nicer than my regular club, but surprisingly just as dead inside. I grabbed a beer and took a table seat. After no time at all I was approached by a young, petite black stripper who asked if she could accompany. I'm all about "go-getters" so I welcomed her to my table and tried to pick her brain for some information on the club.
I started to ask her about the lap dance/VIP pricing. She wouldn't tell me a price for the VIP but immediately was pushing it as the place where "it's at". The VIP section ended up being a balcony overlooking the rest of the club. She told me how no one ever went up there and it was ultra private. As I sipped on my beer and eyeballed the current dancer the girl @ my table jumped in my lap and started giving me a freebie lap dance. In between her grinding she started grabbing my dick through the pants which was a surprise.
I immediately decided to buy a pair of lap dances from her where it was more of the same.
After I got back to the table I asked her to find out how much the VIP section was for me so that I could start planning my night. She came back and told me an hour long rental including a bottle of champagne would cost 100 dollars. After hearing how she worded it I asked how much it was for her to accompany me. She responded by asking me to negotiate a price with her. A bit on the noob side I spat out the "so, that's where it's at right?" line and she responded with "an hour of suckin' and fuckin' hell yeah!"
Now I knew that it was on...I had never on a conscious level thought my strip club adventures were in search of pussy, just entertainment. But I did have a desire to be able to say I banged a stripper in the VIP, and I had never been with a black girl before and this was as bangin' a black girl as I was ever likely to find. I actually have an oral fetish so the first thing I told her was that I was more about the suckin' and not the fuckin' to which she responded "i'll suck the fuck outta yo dick."
I then told her that I usually paid 250 for the girls back home. She agreed and started to arrange everything. Even coming back to ask if I needed to buy a condom from the bar for 10 dollars. I had one in my wallet but I was so loaded and just nosediving into the situation that I agreed.
Once up in the VIP area, the barmaid set up my champagne, actually making an incredible nut-shot whiz by me and splash the wall. She also set my condom on the table and placed a sheet over the seat we would be in. I'm a smoker so I got some of my party favors ready and took care of business. My stripper/whore/prostitute/escort came back to me and offered me half a blunt. I've never been one to say no, so despite a bit of trepidation I lit that fucker up. Then my african queen needed some party favors of her own.
So there I sat. Pants around my ankles, smoking a stripper's blunt as she snorted coke off my table naked.
Soon enough she came over, put the condom out of me and lived up to the hype. She started sucking my dick like a fucking champ, obviously lessons through repetition. It really felt boss, and strange. I remember sitting there with her blowing me and hearing the DJ say "These girls are available for couch dances and VIP" and I just wanted to hang over the railing and call to them "MY BROTHERS, GET THE FUCK UP HERE, HE ISN'T LYING!"
So, this was a bit weird. The stripper ended up asking me if I wanted to fuck a little bit and being as in the moment as I was I said sure. We started fucking, and I'm talkin' Pornstar fucking, professional shit! After that she kept imploring me about what I liked and I told her that the most attractive part on a woman to me is her face, so I'm all about the blowjob. She told me she'd swallow my whole dick then, and for the next 30 minutes that's what she did. after the climax, I still had about 20 minutes left but I was like "this girl aint doing no more work." I also didn't see the point in hanging out after getting your happy ending so I killed my bottle of champagne, scooped the condom up (noob paranoia?) and walked my ass back to the hotel in a shocked/dream-like state.
When all was said and done and I processed some of the shame and attempted to shake off modern society dogma I came to the conclusion that sex without love is as hollow and empty as a lap dance, but so much fucking better! So to any interested fellow who indulged in my story, here's 2 questions...
How did I do?
and
Should I go back to my regular girls and tell them this story and try and open a doorway to extras with them?
Got something to say?
Start your own discussion
20 comments
And to OhioVoyeur. I think after paying very little more for the full service than what I'm paying these girls for the cocktease and friendly atmosphere, I guess I'm done with them.
I'm wondering if I should use this story as a last ditch goodbye, hey wanna fuck kind of thing. I live just outside of new orleans so I can surely find some extras friendly clubs, I just haven't branched out yet.
IMHO Sex with Love is BETTER!!
If that works, I'm doing it wrong.
@ george: I'm mainly thinking on using this story with one of my regulars, the queen of the pretty titty committee of this club. She's been coming @ me for more money, but less work. So I use this to let her know why I don't pay her more than I think a no extras VIP is and if she wants more, do more. or get fucked cause I can keep walking.
which I'm probably doing anyhow, I'm just wondering if it's worth a little last ditch effort.
I remember one dancer was asking me trick questions one night but I didn't pick up on it right away. She was talking about guys getting bj's at a club. I blurted out I didn't pay anything, I got them for free into the discussion. That was the wrong answer. I just told her I was screwing a dancer at another club. She was secretly seeing if I was available for a date. It wouldn't have been secret if I had picked up on that earlier. I realized my mistake after I thought about it. Too late I thought.
Do not give the girls in your regular club a blow-by-blow description of this happy encounter. But, use your new found knowledge in being more explicit with your demands and desires when negotiating with the girls in your regular club.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure that place was more of a whorehouse than a strip club. I only saw about two girls dance and they weren't very skilled in that art. The chick I fucked could have not even been a dancer for all I know.
and thanks for all the things you guys have given me to consider when I do go back to my regular club.
If I were you, I would go back to my regular club and try to get some OTC action. Since those dancers already like you, they may be willing to see you outside the club. Since it's a clean club, I think you should ask them out to lunch or dinner. After you're with them outside the club, it should be easier to negotiate some pay for play.
I would never tell them about anything that happens anywhere else, because most of the time, they have a negative opinion of other places, which is why they are working in the club they happen to be in in the first place.
I still wouldn't mention that you actually had sex with another dancer, though, especially if this is a club where that doesn't happen. Regardless of whether she is or not, or whether you successfully turn her into one, she doesn't want to think of herself as just another whore.
As one of the old long time TUSCL "clients", I have to say this was one of, if not the best newbie posts I've ever read. And j_s you did quite well. Welcome aboard!
A slightly different perspective. Are you happy with your regular club, in spite of the apparent absence of extracurricular activities. If yes, then I 100% agree with the other posters that you should not "brag" about your ITC experience to the dancers in your "regular" club.
If your experience at the other club has re calibrated your expectations for your "regular" strip club, then you might work on a strategy to nudge the dancers in your regular club in a more permissive direction. It would be appropriate to open a discussion about extras, either ITC or OTC---something like, "I know of clubs where two consenting adults can have more than just a lap dance in the club; do you think that might ever happen here in this club?
Several strategies, depending on the dancer reply
Dancer: No way, that's illegal.
Customer: So why should that be illegal? After all, sex between consenting adults is legal. Besides, are you telling me that you've never, ever done anything that is illegal? Have you ever exceeded the speed limit? Do you report every dollar that you earn in tips to the IRS? etc.
Dancer: That's OK for those ***** at the other club but I'd never do anything like that.
Customer: Why not, don't you enjoy sex, after all your body is a product of 20 million years of evolution, why not take advantage of some of the pleasures that your body can provide.
etc. etc. with the goal being to gradually move the dancers to a more favorable disposition to either ITC or OTC activity.
good luck, but don't be reluctant to find a new favorite club.
Dancer: No way, that's illegal.
Customer: So why should that be illegal? After all, sex between consenting adults is legal. Besides, are you telling me that you've never, ever done anything that is illegal? Have you ever exceeded the speed limit? Do you report every dollar that you earn in tips to the IRS? etc.
Dancer: That's OK for those ***** at the other club but I'd never do anything like that.
Customer: Why not, don't you enjoy sex, after all your body is a product of 20 million years of evolution, why not take advantage of some of the pleasures that your body can provide.
etc. etc. with the goal being to gradually move the dancers to a more favorable disposition to either ITC or OTC activity."
Good suggestions Electronman, I'd advise going just a bit slower & a bit more subtle with the conversation in trying to convince the Dancers in a no Extras setting. It really depends on how well a guy knows the Dancers & a true gut feeling about the character of the Dancers.
If he really would rather have Extras now, a move to an Extras friendly Club is the correct thing to do.
@ electroman, that's some sound advice. I would say that to en extent I have always been satisfied with my regular club. I have multiple options when I head in there so I know that I'm never going to have a boring night. I also get alpha male treatment for dirt cheap, probably 75% cheaper than any next club I'm liable to head to next.
truth be told, the dancers and I haven't really had a real conversation on ITC or OTC activities. Being as observant and regular as I am it appears to not be happening at this place, or maybe I'm just still a newbie sucker, it's hard to tell.
I think I kind of fucked up @ this club because I've blurred the customer/non-customer line. The girls seem to enjoy my company and want to hang out with me in a no-nonsense manner and don't come at me for money except the one, but since I feel their time is worth something I still buy a dance at the end of the night. I guess that was a mistake.
Either way, I guess I may be re-calibrated to seek extras and need to find another club, having put in about 4 months of work @ this club I guess I feel like tying up a few loose ends. This place is more of my after work bar/hang-out spot. And I figure if I seek extras with the girl I'm thinking of it might ruin our relationship but not necessarily my status at the club. Or it could ruin things all together but that's fine too.
I wasn't trying to get anywhere, and I wasn't offered any coke, nor did I ask because I don't do coke. As for her offering me half a blunt, I had implored if it was a smoker-friendly VIP section to which she said Yes. I had a one-hitter but only about 2 solid hits left. I had one, she had the other then offered me the blunt. I don't know what to tell you on that one, maybe I'm just a cool fucking guy. :P