PC Detroit Dancer
Let me preface this by saying that I am aware that the following may be perceived as the musings of a PL. And certainly I can see how that might be warranted. But figured why not, can't be the first guy to make an ass of himself on here. Or maybe I am... can't imagine what that trophy must look like.
In Detroit last week, it was Halloween and time to try the Penthouse that afternoon, at first it appeared to be a terrible mistake. Guys outnumbered girls 4 or 5 to 1. Gave up 30 minutes in and headed upstairs to pay my tab and have a fairwell smoke.
Waiting for the bartender when a dancer a few years older than me handed me her matches and started in with some small talk. Decided to buy her a drink and joined her at the bar. And this is when things started to get interesting. We continued the small talk until introductions seemed appropriate, and was a bit surprised when she gave me her real name. Perhaps no big deal, but found it out of the norm.
Her turn to dance came, and figured a beautiful woman, with an awful ratio, meant fertile hunting grounds. I watched her dance, and as expected the hounds did give chase. Went to close out my tab but was surprised when she came right back and sat down. Offered her another drink and small talk gave way to a more personal conversation rather quickly.
Then she was called away to dance again. The ratio was even worse, and at most I had given her $40 and three drinks in return for nearly an hour of her time, there was little doubt she'd get better offers. And I quickly began kicking myself for not tipping a lot more.
Then suddenly there she was taking the seat next to me, she had run the gauntlet of guys again and came back. Immediately ordered her a drink as the conversation continued to get even more personal. The space between us disappearing, no crude groping, but a fair amount of flirtation and wandering hands interrupted our conversation from time to time. I was starting to guess this was her hustle, GFE and expect a huge payout at the end.
She never did anything as direct as offering a menu, only mentions of what she had done before, which came up quite naturally in our conversation. But at that point I was torn about a VIP trip with her, guess it was lust vs conscience, after an hour and a half of talking the VIP didnt seem right, and she never once mentioned it.
But I finally did give into the temptation of the VIP. No negotiations and no requests. Never been in an extras club before and won't go into details. But there was nothing robotic or wam-bam about it. Being a former military Class-A douche bag with a long list of experiences and regrets, I rarely find moments like these that are actually worthy of superlatives, but in this case it was pretty damn amazing.
I had no idea what the protocol was, and was looking to her for some direction. Prior to my trip I had been on this site, learning about other transactions, and most of them read as emotionless and to the point business deals.
But there were no demands from her, all she offered was that she wasn't even sure what the song count had been and never even gave me a number. There was no hustle or attempt to close for any specific amount. She seemed to be ok with whatever. This was so different from what I expected that I was completely caught off guard.
I paid her and we went our separate ways. I had a drink upstairs and found a comfortable spot at the bar downstairs. She was on the other side talking to the bartender and after a wave she was stepping away from some other guy that was in the middle of making a run at her.
She told me she had missed her last set due to our VIP trip, but wouldn't admit to there being a $ penalty of any kind. Another drink and off she went for her makeup set.
Our last encounter was her finding me upstairs once her set was finished. We were joined by a younger brunette dancer, and a bit unexpectedly, admitted she had been telling her about me. And mentioned a few times that it was too bad that I didn't live in Detroit. Which after meeting her, is a sentiment I completely agree.
She had mentioned eatly on she jad a halloween party to attend right after work.As my luck goes I had an extended phone call that took me outside. It was nearly 7:30 when I got back inside and by then the entire day shift was gone.
It would be easy for me to dismiss this as being gamed by a true pro. I've seen a great con before and considering how little she got, it makes it hard to believe. If that is the case then kudos to her, she is damn good and that officially makes me a PL, my parents would be so proud. Then again I am posting on here so I likely already took care of that.
And the reason for this whole story? A combination of booze and that damn phone call left me regretting that I never got to talk to her before she left. Not because of what happened in the VIP but because of the conversation and the honesty, rare for an SC.
While very unlikely, perhaps a PC day shift dancer might read this, and be intrigued enough to follow-up with a private message. Not gonna throw her stage name out in this post. Throwing it to fate.
And with that fellow strip club patrons and posters let the scathing comments, questioning, apathy and judgment begin.
In Detroit last week, it was Halloween and time to try the Penthouse that afternoon, at first it appeared to be a terrible mistake. Guys outnumbered girls 4 or 5 to 1. Gave up 30 minutes in and headed upstairs to pay my tab and have a fairwell smoke.
Waiting for the bartender when a dancer a few years older than me handed me her matches and started in with some small talk. Decided to buy her a drink and joined her at the bar. And this is when things started to get interesting. We continued the small talk until introductions seemed appropriate, and was a bit surprised when she gave me her real name. Perhaps no big deal, but found it out of the norm.
Her turn to dance came, and figured a beautiful woman, with an awful ratio, meant fertile hunting grounds. I watched her dance, and as expected the hounds did give chase. Went to close out my tab but was surprised when she came right back and sat down. Offered her another drink and small talk gave way to a more personal conversation rather quickly.
Then she was called away to dance again. The ratio was even worse, and at most I had given her $40 and three drinks in return for nearly an hour of her time, there was little doubt she'd get better offers. And I quickly began kicking myself for not tipping a lot more.
Then suddenly there she was taking the seat next to me, she had run the gauntlet of guys again and came back. Immediately ordered her a drink as the conversation continued to get even more personal. The space between us disappearing, no crude groping, but a fair amount of flirtation and wandering hands interrupted our conversation from time to time. I was starting to guess this was her hustle, GFE and expect a huge payout at the end.
She never did anything as direct as offering a menu, only mentions of what she had done before, which came up quite naturally in our conversation. But at that point I was torn about a VIP trip with her, guess it was lust vs conscience, after an hour and a half of talking the VIP didnt seem right, and she never once mentioned it.
But I finally did give into the temptation of the VIP. No negotiations and no requests. Never been in an extras club before and won't go into details. But there was nothing robotic or wam-bam about it. Being a former military Class-A douche bag with a long list of experiences and regrets, I rarely find moments like these that are actually worthy of superlatives, but in this case it was pretty damn amazing.
I had no idea what the protocol was, and was looking to her for some direction. Prior to my trip I had been on this site, learning about other transactions, and most of them read as emotionless and to the point business deals.
But there were no demands from her, all she offered was that she wasn't even sure what the song count had been and never even gave me a number. There was no hustle or attempt to close for any specific amount. She seemed to be ok with whatever. This was so different from what I expected that I was completely caught off guard.
I paid her and we went our separate ways. I had a drink upstairs and found a comfortable spot at the bar downstairs. She was on the other side talking to the bartender and after a wave she was stepping away from some other guy that was in the middle of making a run at her.
She told me she had missed her last set due to our VIP trip, but wouldn't admit to there being a $ penalty of any kind. Another drink and off she went for her makeup set.
Our last encounter was her finding me upstairs once her set was finished. We were joined by a younger brunette dancer, and a bit unexpectedly, admitted she had been telling her about me. And mentioned a few times that it was too bad that I didn't live in Detroit. Which after meeting her, is a sentiment I completely agree.
She had mentioned eatly on she jad a halloween party to attend right after work.As my luck goes I had an extended phone call that took me outside. It was nearly 7:30 when I got back inside and by then the entire day shift was gone.
It would be easy for me to dismiss this as being gamed by a true pro. I've seen a great con before and considering how little she got, it makes it hard to believe. If that is the case then kudos to her, she is damn good and that officially makes me a PL, my parents would be so proud. Then again I am posting on here so I likely already took care of that.
And the reason for this whole story? A combination of booze and that damn phone call left me regretting that I never got to talk to her before she left. Not because of what happened in the VIP but because of the conversation and the honesty, rare for an SC.
While very unlikely, perhaps a PC day shift dancer might read this, and be intrigued enough to follow-up with a private message. Not gonna throw her stage name out in this post. Throwing it to fate.
And with that fellow strip club patrons and posters let the scathing comments, questioning, apathy and judgment begin.
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And please don't mind Jack. He's posted the exact same thing in several threads now. I figure he's either shouting at some stuff on Pornhub or he might be trying to direct a gang bang.
Don't worry about Steve no dot's comment. He's still reading Dick and Jane books. But if you are going to post something of that length, you've got to give details on the sex. This is mandatory. Shadowcat has canceled his penthouse subscription and is counting on us.
So yes, welcome to the PL club. ;)
My cynical PL self tells me this is just a refined hustle and my cynical PL-gut is more often than not skeptical of a dancer’s motives/hustle.
a) what are the chances you are somewhat “special to her” since she is a seasoned dancer in an upscale club and she comes across 100s of well to-do often well-educated PLs due to the club she works at
b) I always have to ask – do you normally do this well w/ women outside the club; if not; then red flag
My cynical self tells me at best it is what JS69 mentioned; i.e. a good provider worth the $$$ - o/w it can be highly likely a PL in this situation is approaching RIL territory.
SCs are bizarro world and as such it may be wise to be skeptical w.r.t. a dancer’s motives rather than taking it for what it appears – time will often tell the realities of dealing w/ a dancer vs the perception one gets from an ITC visit(s).
I've been in similar situations - where everything went right and you felt this awesome connection... Then you go back a week later hoping to recreate your memorable night and the bitch doesn't even remember you let alone your name. Real mood killer. You ruin your vibe in that particular club because everything you re-enter you think if her and it's never the same again.
Your story wasn't PL, close but still outta range. As long as you're happy with the service and price, it doesn't matter about the PL rating... You got what you wanted...