Your S/O's strip club experience.
shadowcat
Atlanta suburb
For many dudes, the strip club for women (or "male revue") is a mystery. What's the point of a girl receiving a lap dance, since she can't get a boner? Do girls wear sweatpants with no underwear, just like me? These are valid questions.
However, aside from the fact that dancers remove their clothes, our girlfriends' "revues" are nothing like our own nudie bars. Here are some of the drastic differences...
Location
Gentlemen's clubs have permanent addresses, parking lots and buffets where you can get wings. Strip clubs for women, on the other hand, don't actually exist in the physical world. Sure, they have websites and billboards, but you'd be hard-pressed to actually see one anywhere. They sort of materialize in a flash of nudity, like the "Terminator," accomplish their mission and then disappear.
Procedure
When you go to a gentlemen's club, you show your I.D. to a bouncer, pay a cover, buy a drink and try to avoid eye contact or conversation with other dudes.
Conversely, your girlfriend and her gal pals 1) go online and buy tickets ahead of time, 2) dress up like they're going clubbing, 3) meet some strange guy outside of an unmarked building who leads them to an event space rented out for the show, 4) watch grown men breakdance in assless chaps, 5) hoot and scream uncontrollably for an hour straight, hugging each other at least once per minute.
Club Names
Most gentlemen's clubs are drab, windowless hellholes teeming with male desperation and the stench of cheap perfume, but many have sophisticated names such as "Mons Venus" in Florida, "Art's Performing Center" in Wisconsin and "The Library" in California.
Conversely, strip clubs for women have surprisingly scary names, such as "Savage Men" and "Get Punished," both in New York. Women apparently want a rawer, more aggressive performance...which we never would've guessed from the Chippendales' dainty bow ties.
Services
At a quality gentlemen's club (not one of those drab hellholes), a man receives the utmost respect and deluxe accommodations. It may cost him $1000, but that's a small price to pay for a sumptuous dinner, fine scotch and world-class dance routines.
However, after women get all gussied up for a male revue, they're made to sit on metal folding chairs in a weird banquet hall, while men in hard hats terrorize them with their penises. Even when they pay good money for a fantasy experience, it seems women still prefer to be treated like crap?
However, aside from the fact that dancers remove their clothes, our girlfriends' "revues" are nothing like our own nudie bars. Here are some of the drastic differences...
Location
Gentlemen's clubs have permanent addresses, parking lots and buffets where you can get wings. Strip clubs for women, on the other hand, don't actually exist in the physical world. Sure, they have websites and billboards, but you'd be hard-pressed to actually see one anywhere. They sort of materialize in a flash of nudity, like the "Terminator," accomplish their mission and then disappear.
Procedure
When you go to a gentlemen's club, you show your I.D. to a bouncer, pay a cover, buy a drink and try to avoid eye contact or conversation with other dudes.
Conversely, your girlfriend and her gal pals 1) go online and buy tickets ahead of time, 2) dress up like they're going clubbing, 3) meet some strange guy outside of an unmarked building who leads them to an event space rented out for the show, 4) watch grown men breakdance in assless chaps, 5) hoot and scream uncontrollably for an hour straight, hugging each other at least once per minute.
Club Names
Most gentlemen's clubs are drab, windowless hellholes teeming with male desperation and the stench of cheap perfume, but many have sophisticated names such as "Mons Venus" in Florida, "Art's Performing Center" in Wisconsin and "The Library" in California.
Conversely, strip clubs for women have surprisingly scary names, such as "Savage Men" and "Get Punished," both in New York. Women apparently want a rawer, more aggressive performance...which we never would've guessed from the Chippendales' dainty bow ties.
Services
At a quality gentlemen's club (not one of those drab hellholes), a man receives the utmost respect and deluxe accommodations. It may cost him $1000, but that's a small price to pay for a sumptuous dinner, fine scotch and world-class dance routines.
However, after women get all gussied up for a male revue, they're made to sit on metal folding chairs in a weird banquet hall, while men in hard hats terrorize them with their penises. Even when they pay good money for a fantasy experience, it seems women still prefer to be treated like crap?
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I encourage any of us with a SO to try it at least one time.
Lol
I can't believe that anyone is really stupid enough to think that.
That’s one thing I’ve noticed – most male strippers have bods like Greek gods – where often times any halfway decent chick willing to get naked can be, and make a living, as a stripper.
However, aside from the fact that dancers remove their clothes, our girlfriends' "revues" are nothing like our own nudie bars. Here are some of the drastic differences...
Location
Gentlemen's clubs have permanent addresses, parking lots and buffets where you can get wings. Strip clubs for women, on the other hand, don't actually exist in the physical world. Sure, they have websites and billboards, but you'd be hard-pressed to actually see one anywhere. They sort of materialize in a flash of nudity, like the "Terminator," accomplish their mission and then disappear.
Procedure
When you go to a gentlemen's club, you show your I.D. to a bouncer, pay a cover, buy a drink and try to avoid eye contact or conversation with other dudes.
Conversely, your girlfriend and her gal pals 1) go online and buy tickets ahead of time, 2) dress up like they're going clubbing, 3) meet some strange guy outside of an unmarked building who leads them to an event space rented out for the show, 4) watch grown men breakdance in assless chaps, 5) hoot and scream uncontrollably for an hour straight, hugging each other at least once per minute.
Club Names
Most gentlemen's clubs are drab, windowless hellholes teeming with male desperation and the stench of cheap perfume, but many have sophisticated names such as "Mons Venus" in Florida, "Art's Performing Center" in Wisconsin and "The Library" in California.
Conversely, strip clubs for women have surprisingly scary names, such as "Savage Men" and "Get Punished," both in New York. Women apparently want a rawer, more aggressive performance...which we never would've guessed from the Chippendales' dainty bow ties.
Services
At a quality gentlemen's club (not one of those drab hellholes), a man receives the utmost respect and deluxe accommodations. It may cost him $1000, but that's a small price to pay for a sumptuous dinner, fine scotch and world-class dance routines.
However, after women get all gussied up for a male revue, they're made to sit on metal folding chairs in a weird banquet hall, while men in hard hats terrorize them with their penises. Even when they pay good money for a fantasy experience, it seems women still prefer to be treated like crap?"
Have you observed this in person, or is 2nd, 3rd, or 4th hand related info? Hmm...?
^^^^^^
alucard, are your caretakers selling your meds on the street? hmmm…?
I've enjoyed them at permanent clubs in tourist destination towns as well as once a month or once a week "revues".
I've also had some experience previously with stripper cruises where the promoter gets 100 or more female strippers along with 5-10 Token male strippers "just to keep the ladies happy". They sell it as an adult themed stripper cruise for 4-8 hours at sea just far enough from land where apparently the local laws don't have jurisdiction and everyone has a great time.
Every encounter I've ever had with male strippers I have wound up getting laid or giving them head to completion.
Do I dress different when I go to see male strippers? Yes I usually dress with mininmal undergarments and easy access to my "parts". The way I dress alone usually sends a message to the male strippers that I'm serious and for real.
I've never paid anything for their specific service except once in a tourist town where the guy played around with me at the edge of the stage then dropped down and fucked me in my chair while my hubby provided "cover" as best he could and encouraged us. When we got ourselves put together the club owner insisted we tip him as though for a private dance and so we did.
If and when I get time maybe I'll post a discussion or article about my adventures with strippers (male).