It sucks to be left to dry
Estafador
BIG APPLE
I know I've always been the fuck these hoes and on to the next one, but I now know how it feels to be "played". Went in the club and saw this nice bodied asian looking dancer. I always wanted to try a asian and the big boobed women I was enjoying on stage never came back out (I tipped her too) so I went over and gave her a tip (she wasn't a spinner as you call them, not into skinny chicks). And just to assure she'd stop by (because it was kind of packed with very few women) I specifically told her to come see me (thanks for the tip tuscl buddies). Her stage show is done and she comes right over to me and we exchange pleasentries. Yet suddenly before she can sit down and talk, she says she'll be right back. I wait one minute, then two, then three then I get annoyed. So I look up and BAM, she's with another dude. Now granted, ihe was wearing a suit while I was just wearing work clothes (luckily it was all black and long sleeved) though one couldn't exactly tell unless they knew a work flow, but I'm being optimistic. Saw her over there laughing and I think she saw me looking at her because she got a slight guilt look but only for a split second before she turned to her current patron and then I knew it was time to feel salty. Afterwards, sat there for a while, ffeeling slightly salty but looking for new potential. Looked at this dancer who was sitting down hiding nice breasts but she never motioned to attempt to get up to consider coming my way. The feeling worsens when you don't get asked for a dance not even since the moment you walk in. Not even the lamest chicked or the most mechanical approached me. Moral of the story, I now know how it feels to be played by a stripper, especially one you really wanted. Stay for an hour before I peeled.
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Next time do what you would do if she was handing out $100 bills for free.
The dancers are always calculating - where's the next dollar, or ten, or 100, coming from? I've had dancers on occasion make a beeline for me over someone else, because they know I'm a guaranteed couple dances, a drink or two, plus decent tipping for her time. And so it goes...
If dancers see me spending money on dances, I can't sit down by myself more than a few minutes before another dancer tries to get a dance from me and I never wear a suit. I don't even sit around and wait on any favorites longer than a few minutes unless they ask me. If I see another hot dancer, she will have to find me or miss me. If I'm having fun in the club though, I will usually hang out for at least a couple of hours though. I rarely chase down any dancers and leave whenever I want even if favorites didn't get to me yet. I don't get hung up on one particular dancer and suggest others don't either.
That said, you should be careful. Often the fact that you have to be proactive despite tipping and saying "come see me for a private dance" means they are flakier than your average stripper. And that's saying something! I've actually found that level of flakiness correlates with stuck up extra self involved strippers that give shitty dances. So be prepared to cut after one dance.
I still believe that you need to go East young man, go East! And when I say go East, I don't mean to the only two shitty bikini joints in all of Queens (which are the only 2 non-Manhattan clubs that you have reviewed), but rather one of the many topless clubs throughout the borough. Either G2K or Scandals would treat you right during the day. At night, either Goldfinger Infinity or Riviera would probably be good stops for a young man like yourself, with very diverse sets of dancers and patrons and high pumping vibes.
Anyway, good luck.
Oh yeah, I sure that will result in a *really* good dance.
Or just handle it like a man and deal directly with the stripper or, better still, find one more eager to take your money.
The day I go to management to whine because a dancer wouldn't take my money is that day that I decide that I'm too pathetic to be in a strip club. Sorry if that comes off as harsh LDK, but sometimes a man just has to manage his own affairs. Also, if a dancer doesn't want to work for my money, she ain't getting it anyway.
A short stacked blonde (I love short women since they often seem more stacked) sat next to me and we were waiting for a new song to start in order for her to give me a dance.
She had fake boobs which I really hate but hers looked really good and full at least when they were all stuffed up in there in her bikini top.
After 20 or so seconds of talking to me – she sees some young dude; might’ve been a regular or some dude she knew and had hit off with; and she says “excuse meâ€, and just bails leaving me hanging.
I thought it was rude but didn’t dwell on it much as there was plenty of more fish in the (Baby Dolls) ocean and I don’t recall it ruining my night.
So as I mentioned in my previous post – “don’t take it personal†– it is part and parcel of hanging in stripperville.