Just went too my first strip club!
4got2wipe
In a brilliant place!
My bitch girlfriend broke up with me a week before Valentine's day and kicked me out. Fortunately I was able move back into my folks basement until I find a place. So I figured "what the fuck?" and I went to my first club. Not like I girlfriend or anything.
It was like a religious experience -- boobs were fucking everywhere! Brilliant! I never want a real relationship again. I just want to hang out with my gun collection and visit strip clubs (after I find a new place, the basement shit is because I got caught off guard not because I'm broke).
Now I found this site while searching for clubs. Brilliant! What got you guys into visiting the club?
It was like a religious experience -- boobs were fucking everywhere! Brilliant! I never want a real relationship again. I just want to hang out with my gun collection and visit strip clubs (after I find a new place, the basement shit is because I got caught off guard not because I'm broke).
Now I found this site while searching for clubs. Brilliant! What got you guys into visiting the club?
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As to why I first went at 18 years of age...curiosity. It was 1961 and not a lot of nudity to look at anywhere.
First the bad news. If you forget to wipe, the strippers might not suck your dick.
https://www.tuscl.net/postread.php?PID=3…
Now the good news. You're not the only loser on this site that lives in his moms basement. Send a private message to the poster named San Jose guy. He is very shy, and doesn't say much. But if you can get him to talk, he can share some pointers about basement living with you. As a side benefit, he is a world renowned expert on Mexican table dancing.
Best of luck, and please don't forget to wipe.
Shadow while I am not as experienced as you and started a little more than ten years later I remember how boring clubs from my first time would be considered today but, they were exciting then!
I went to my first club in the early/mid 70's when I was in college out drinkin with my buddies. Dick's Harem House in Indy over by the Army base (no clubs in the town I went to college). Tipping at the rail would sometimes get you a motorboat between titties but NEVER near the nipples and a french kiss.
Pretty much topless only and once in while would you see the edge of the top of bush.
Private lap dances really did not exist either.
That was when Larry Flynt was just getting start showing it is all pink on the inside and Playboy had yet to show more than the hint of pubic hair.
I remember clubbing in San Diego when the dancers had to wear panty hose under their G strings.
Now I have had/seen dancers rub their bare coochies on your face at the tip rail.
Ahhhh how times have changed.
Diversify your portfolio once you get your own place. Get on tinder and OKCupid. Fuck a few civilian sluts. Don't put all your sexual energy into clubs, but do stay out of relationships for a while.
Now the company I work for doesn't even allow you to eat at Hooters if on official business.
What kept me going? Well free pizza, free passes, and a stripper who wanted to go out with me and did. The hobby got more expensive over time. Eventually you run into strippers who will lie and cheat and overcharge you for dances or promise a lot more than they will ever deliver. They are expert con artists especially compared to newbie customers. Fortunately most don't stick around for too long in the same club. It's the longer term dancers who understand the value of repeat customers who can give you better deals. It helps when you find clubs or dancers who are willing and able to give you better prices for dances.
I asked my ATF what she wanted for her birthday one year. She ended up with a Walther 9mm and lessons.
I also ready Playboy for the articles.