First Experience & Future Experiences

You can read all about my first strip club experience in the article I did recently titled "Tijuana remembered."

https://www.tuscl.net/postread.php?PID=2…

That was so long ago that it didn't have any impact on how I operate today.

My first experience was at a bikini bar near O'Hare. Dances were $5 each. I paid the girl with a 20 for two dances. 30 years later I still haven't seen her or my change. I now frequent clubs in central IL where the mileage is significantly greater. Loving the DFK and DATY I get on a regular basis now. Would appreciate some BJ action once in a while.

"30 years later I still haven't seen her or my change." Classic.

My first sc experience was down in Florida years ago...was in the Tampa area with a couple buddies...anyways we found a club, went in and my experience lasted all of 30 seconds before I was thrown out...I had sucked down 18 beers before going in, located a waitress immediately to grab a beer - unfortuneately I grabbed her tits, moments later I was unceremoniously escorted out the club...

"I'd like to know if your first strip club experience provides the archetype that 'ALL' future sc experiences will follow"

NO.

Lol maddog

I've learned a few things since that first visit.

My first sc experience was in Central Falls, RI 50 years ago. I was 17 or 18, had been told that they didnt check ID's so a friend and i went in, sat at the bar and ordered a beer. the bartender, a crusty old man asked me for an ID and i pulled out my wallet, plunked down the first thing i felt, he glanced at it and handed me a beer. as i put it away i realized i had shown him my Boy Scout membership card. We moved over toward the dark stage in the smoke filled room
All of the dancers wore pasties and never removed their g-strings, but to my young eyes they were exotic creatures. Most were older women with flabby skin and hysterectomy scars but they were almost naked and in the early 1960's that was beyond my experience.
Did that have any affect on my current behavior? I doubt it. I lived through the wild and tumultuous 60's and learned about sex from college girls who were intrigued by free love, and factory workers who wouldn't mind spreading their legs on the front seat of my '58 Pontiac.

First was a glory hole named Tammy

My first visit my boss talked me into going with him. I believe he may have paid cover for both of us. I'm not sure. He said to bring a lot of cash and ones. I brought a total of $50 thinking that was a lot of cash. I spent some on beer and tipped some ones. A lot of dancers came over to visit with us. I might have gotten one $10 dance but don't remember clearly. I still had $20 or so dollars left over so I thought that wasn't bad.

A few months later he wanted to go again and I went to. An outside vendor or someone that wanted to do business with my boss paid all our cover charges. He even called up Dominos and had pizza delivered to us inside the club. I never saw anyone do that even when I started going on my own.


I would say my first experiences were not typical of all future experiences.

3LeggedMan-
I'm assuming that's Heavenly Bodies, which was my second club. Not sure what else meets the description of being a bikini bar near O'Hare.

The first for me was the Admiral Theater in Chicago. It was a nice introduction to strip clubs, but nothing about it really sticks with me today, except the fact that I should bring lots of cash and I mean LOTS of cash.

My first experience was in a club in Ft. Erie that was little short of a brothel, so I'd have to say that it shaped my future expectations. As far as I'm concerned, strip clubs at which sex isn't available are the abnormal ones. :)

Hey Dandy Dan, you bet that was Heavenly Bodies. Mileage there is not so great but the prices are reasonable. I met my 2nd ATF there, Devin, who eventually moved on to Blackjacks in Elgin, where she perfected her craft with the stage name of Nina. Although she recently turned 40, I think Nina can still be found at Blackjacks.

My first SC experience was with a group of male coworkers and I had NO idea what was going on.....but I knew that I liked it! My first lap dance was bought for me from someone in our group, and it was with a sultry blonde who had a huge pentagram tat on her back. Looking back she was indeed The Devil. Little did I realize at the time what an impact that first SC visit would have on my life.