Which option would you have chosen?
chandler
Blue Ridge Foothills
One night last May, I was at my sometime regular club when I heard the DJ announce to the stage Brooke, a stripper returning after three years away. This got my attention. Of all the strippers I've known who have disappeared, Brooke would have to be among the top three I often wish I had another chance to see. This was literally a dream come true, the kind of situation you daydream about but never expect to see. In the case of Brooke, it's not that I wished I could repeat a lot of great lapdance experiences, but more that I regretted missed opportunities. Early on, when she was about 19, she'd hang out with me and do an occasional, unskilled dance. Later, she became highly in demand, so I admired her more from afar until one day, poof, she was gone.
Now here she was, still barely 24 and looking sensational, scarcely a change from when I last saw her. I went up and tipped her and invited her to join me when she got offstage. I couldn't tell whether Brooke remembered me, but when she came over my way, she embraced my like a long lost lover. She sat on my knee, swung her arm around my shoulder, and started to fill me in on her time away. She had moved to Florida - I knew that much - but not to a strip club city, and she said she had not stripped since her first few weeks down there. She was back in town just for a few days. I was pretty crushed to hear that last bit, but glad for the one chance I had with her. And then, she asked me if I would rather come up and sit with her at the bar.
In this club, the bar is situated up a few steps and back away from the stage and the table/lapdance area. It's quieter, but it's not a place where customers and dancers normally sit together. Dancers sit there in groups, taking a break. Guys who sit at the bar are more or less assumed to be not interested in dances. It's a no-hustle zone. So, basically Brooke was offering to move from being dancer and customer to something else. Whether that was just to talk or to get romantic or to get "professional", I had no way of knowing. I wanted to find out, but I also wanted to get some of the smokin' lapdance action I had longed for.
I'm pausing it here to ask which option you would have chosen. And it would be great if you came down on one side or the other, instead of saying it depends on this or that, and what if blah blah blah? Don't get too hung up on the details I've given you. Imagine a club you go to and your own version of my Brooke, the one that got away. Here's your second chance. What do you choose?
Now here she was, still barely 24 and looking sensational, scarcely a change from when I last saw her. I went up and tipped her and invited her to join me when she got offstage. I couldn't tell whether Brooke remembered me, but when she came over my way, she embraced my like a long lost lover. She sat on my knee, swung her arm around my shoulder, and started to fill me in on her time away. She had moved to Florida - I knew that much - but not to a strip club city, and she said she had not stripped since her first few weeks down there. She was back in town just for a few days. I was pretty crushed to hear that last bit, but glad for the one chance I had with her. And then, she asked me if I would rather come up and sit with her at the bar.
In this club, the bar is situated up a few steps and back away from the stage and the table/lapdance area. It's quieter, but it's not a place where customers and dancers normally sit together. Dancers sit there in groups, taking a break. Guys who sit at the bar are more or less assumed to be not interested in dances. It's a no-hustle zone. So, basically Brooke was offering to move from being dancer and customer to something else. Whether that was just to talk or to get romantic or to get "professional", I had no way of knowing. I wanted to find out, but I also wanted to get some of the smokin' lapdance action I had longed for.
I'm pausing it here to ask which option you would have chosen. And it would be great if you came down on one side or the other, instead of saying it depends on this or that, and what if blah blah blah? Don't get too hung up on the details I've given you. Imagine a club you go to and your own version of my Brooke, the one that got away. Here's your second chance. What do you choose?
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^^^ Pathetic to "keep wondering" about this after all these years don't you think?
I don't mind people posting on ways to get with strippers if it's not pathetic. Your topic failed to meet that bar.
I mean you think you succeeded here b/c you were able to buy dances from her (gee that's quite an accomplishment: do they ever refuse?); get a phone number she didn't return messages for (I have never had a stripper not return a call); and wonder what that look meant years later? Well I'll tell you:
Most customers follow the strippers lead exactly. So she was just a bit surprised when you didn't. But then she adapted and was able to play you anyway.
I really don't see any way you could have got together with her given this additional information you've provided now: you were a pathetic loser regular three years prior, she knew that so was of course not going to have sex with you. Then she comes back sees you still there after three years, still spending money and begging for sex. (Not a good way to get it incidentally.) Then you are a chicken shit little pussy to scared to show up at a party, where you probably could have gotten something if you had any social ability whatsoever.
Now you are a pathetic loser regular pining about her years later.
Next time try not being pathetic and see if that helps you any.
Good luck, man.
Davids, it's ironic that you think my topic should be taboo, when virtually all of your posts are about how you imagine you can play your cards so that strippers will be "into you". Make up your mind.
JC, the place we were at is far better for selling VIP dances than the bar, so I doubt if that was her intent. It could have been some other "pro" hustle, and her face could have meant nothing more than "so much for that angle". I was dubious about her 3 year layoff from dancing, simply because she was doing it again just for the weekend. Seemed unlikely, unless being back in town allowed her to relive old glories. She did seem conflicted about doing any dancing that night, but once she got started she was pretty confident and assertive for one so out of practice.
AN, my experiences with strippers attempting to play me are nearly always about emotional manipulation more than money. The money can be just a token amount to make them feel they still got something. I'm just attracted to that kind of woman, inside or outside of clubs. Not real heavy duty game players, but it's one trait of a type that I guess I find exciting. I can enjoy ambiguity. It can get me in trouble, but I turn it to my advantage, too. It sure makes strip clubs fun! I hadn't given it much thought before, but now I see how leaving things ambiguous can be a crutch. I'm not too worried about it.
As for dating, I'm not interested in trying to set up dates with strippers. They're too unreliable. Besides, I live about 70 miles from this club, and I'm not about to waste that much time. However, I am usually interested in getting together for sex with strippers after they get off work. Hey, as long as I'm in town! Early in our talk, Brooke told me about a party her friends from the club were throwing for her after work. She told me I should come, but I said sorry baby that kind of thing ain't my bag. I really can't stand being around those lifers. So, anyway, that idea was out.
As I recall, she was planning to be in my town, where her parents live, on Sunday, and my call was ostensibly about the chance of getting together then, but really, I only wanted to get my phone number to her and, of course, to see if she was really "into me". And I left no ambiguity about what I wanted. I told her when we were together how many ways I wanted to fuck her, and again on her voice mail.
Davids, very little you posted has anything to to with my topic. Stop dragging in bullshit about your own obsessions. Your broken record of self-loathing is a bore.
If you factor in chandler's years of pining I also bet the experience was not fun for him overall.
Now look at chandler by contrast still wondering about "the who got away" years later, what the gleam in her eye meant, and he still spent money in the ambiguous situation. (trying to have it both ways is the fundamental problem here)
And don't tell me he didn't want to see her OTC: he fucking called her/didn't reject her contact information.
I think we can concede he wanted sex. We all do, it's the price we argue about. Wanting sex and seeking it out are different things.
You'll never see making a "does (did) the stripper dig me?" post. You know why? Because I will find out. Maybe it will turn out she doesn't, but knowing is much better than wondering about it for years. If she doesn't, so what. Onto the next one.
a) don't let the woman lead - piss her off instead
b) make a ballsy gamble - walk around with your junk hanging out.
c) go home alone and give your hand a workout just like davids does.
a) don't let the woman lead
b) make a ballsy gamble
Tell her you would like to talk to her (we have so much to catch up on, so many interesting things have happened to me (kind of not credible if you are still a regular, but heck what have you got lose by trying...) Tell her you can't go back there at the moment because you have to go visit your grandmother who promised to bake you an apple pie. Tell her to give you her cell number and that you will meet her after work. If she complies I think this is a good sign, if not you can go back another night and try again... I would push it to the brink before I agreed to dances. In fact, why not risk not getting any dances at all? There are other strippers in the world.
Now if she does comply, I am not sure if you should call to cancel the date or not... My gut would be to push it to the brink.
Needless to say if she pegged you as a loser customer this all is going to fail, but if you think it's possible that she didn't might as well try it. If you really could not live with dances from her then I would fall back to the strategy I originally posted.
Do we get the ending to your story at some point??
Second, there are hardly any "non-strip club cities" in Florida. Every Florida metropolitan area has several clubs, and everywhere else in Florida is in driving range from them.
Getting back to your question, I would have gone to the bar with her to find out what was what. Offer to get dances from her -- which is what you wanted -- if all she wanted was someone to kill time in the club with. There is no such thing as a "no hustle" zone in a strip club; what you're talking about is a "no obvious hustle" zone.
A con artist is a hustler whose angle isn't obvious. They're playing on your hopes to get you to do things you wouldn't normally do given reasonable judgment.
I'm not sure why davids thinks you got played. Maybe he actually believes that, had he been in your shoes, he would have been dating this girl. Because we all know that, in his eyes, we're all just losers who want to see strippers OTC like he does, and he's the guy who wants to date those girls. Err, wait, what's the difference? Oh yes, he has a "plan" based on some delusional, convoluted rationalizations where because he doesn't spend money on strippers means that he's better than the guys who do.
I wonder if davids can resist playing his tired old "You posted How to let go?" card. Oops, wait, I just played it for him. Now what's he going to do? ;)
I think the board is plumetting to new depths. We used ot have "is the stripper really into me?" now we have "was the the stripper really into me?" "could the stripper have been into me if I had played my cards differently".
As for your final post here's the deal: Most customers on this board do want OTC fun with strippers but will deny it. Then once in a while the possibility will come along and they will take it, negating everything they said before, or will wonder about it (why if it's what hey don't want) or will wonder about it years later.
"I'm more comfortable out here," I told her. Brooke's face sank and then quickly recovered. She had looked disappointed in me, if only for an instant. I asked if she had wanted to sit at the bar so that she could rejoin her dancer friends. I thought I might have seen her up there chatting earlier. She said they weren't really friends. She had seen all she wanted of them. She just thought we could be more relaxed away from all the activity on the floor.
I told her I was sitting at my primo table for relaxing, with my primo hot babe on my knee, and a cold beer in my hand. I wasn't inclined to move, so why not give it a go. If it's not working out, we can always try something else later. Brooke agreed without any sign of reluctance. We settled in and chatted and snuggled for about an hour before she did a couple of dances.
I said how I often wondered what had happened to her, and how surprised i was that she had survived her wild youth without turning into a druggie porn star. She kept saying she couldn't believe I wasn't married or tied down with anybody. Mostly, she talked about how much she enjoyed Florida, where she had recently earned a real estate license. She kept telling me I should come down and visit her, and we could have a lot of fun together.
The dances were great - better than her dances from years before. The way she got into it, I had to wonder about her being out of stripping for so long. Brooke had always been fun to watch dance for other guys, playing her part like a soft porn actress. Now all the guys at the nearby tables stared agape as she worked me over. After two songs, she took a break, and I gave her a backrub like in the old days. After more time chatting and caressing, we did one more dance, and then all the dancers got called onstage for a bachelor send-off.
She came back to tell me some guy had nabbed her for upstairs VIP dances, and asked if I'd be around for awhile? I said sure, I didn't have to leave right away. Then I realized how dumb that was - there was just over an hour left before closing, and Brooke could be up there for the duration - I might never see her again.
Just as she and VIP dude were about to hit the stairs, I ran over and grabbed her arm. Saying I hadn't realized how late it was, I said let's stay in touch and asked for her phone number. She wrote down her cell number, her home number and address in Florida for me, then, before heading upstairs, she gave me a long kiss on the mouth with some tongue. I called her cell phone once before she left town and I left a message on her voice mail. I never heard back and I haven't tried reaching her again.
I may be making too much of it, but I keep wondering what that brief change in her expression meant when I opted not to move to the bar. I don't let it bother me too much, though. I got what I wanted. Like anybody, I always want more, but I might have wound up with less.
So, boys, feel free to dissect or rip me a new one as you wish.
I think I can simultaneously outdo your humor and intellect however (well that's not much of a challenge the audience laughs):
I will just point out that if one does not intend to get lap dances, then it is much more logical to jerk off before you go to the SC rather than after. This will help you be sincerely disinterested in even the hottest dancers. (Plus you'll get to go sleep a little bit early once you do get home.)