An Accidental Regular
JohnSmith69
layin low but staying high
Until recently I've never been a regular at a strip club. The reason is simple. I club while I travel, and I travel to many different places. So the most I get to any club in a given year is no more than a half dozen times, often less than that.
This all changed recently although I didn't realize it until after the fact. I went to the club where the DS works. The door girl greets me by name (how did she learn my name?), and she says they missed me last week. I'm taken aback. No club reception girl has ever remembered me before.
I sit down and over the next 30 minutes a half dozen girls stop by that I know well. They know that they won't get most of my money but they're seemingly happy to accept leftovers. Maybe they also hope to replace her one day. In any event it's fun to visit with these nude girls, each of whom is gorgeous and just my type.
Then the waitress comes by, greets me by name, and asks me if I want the usual. As a matter of fact that is exactly what I want. They know me here. Then a bouncer stops by and asks if he should go find the DS. No thanks, I say, she's knows I'm here and there's not much chance she'll leave me alone for long unless I want her to.
Soon thereafter a vision approaches. I get a hard on when I see her across the room. 60 seconds later we embrace. I missed her. Soon she takes her clothes off, and all is right with my little regular corner of the world.
As she is dancing, it hits me. I'm a regular here. Everybody knows me. It's like Cheers with naked women. Wouldn't that have been an awesome show if it had been in a strip club instead of just a bar? Great idea for a new HBO series.
So I love being a regular. It's not just cause she's there. It's the whole package. The service is better, the dancers are more permissive, I know the talent, I know what rules I can break and how to do it, I know where the cameras are, and I feel at home. And this home where I spend many evenings is a thousand times better than anything that Hugh Hefner has with his fake tit blonds in the Playboy mansion.
So I've heard you guys talk about being a regular for years, and I always wondered what that would be like. I told myself I had it better cause I got variety, and there's something to that. But being a regular is better. Far better.
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Yep. You are officially a regular.
Norm!!!!!!!! lol.
Now when I come in, everybody just yells, "JACK!"
I never planned for this to happen.
Just kidding. Like I wrote, it was $142 then, in 2012.
When JS walks into this club now....
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=81QluTS-mW…
I dream of the day I can be a regular at Follies and get the VIP dance punch card and the perks.
And congratulations on becoming a known regular, John. I really enjoyed that sort of treatment 20 years ago at a club in Minneapolis. Doormen and servers would ask if I wanted them to find my regular Pamela for me; even the occasional dancer would. A couple of servers sometimes met me at a table with a drink in hand -- before I even took off my jacket and sat down; nuts, one always asked if I wanted to order a cheeseburger. It was a really great feeling, being known and welcome someplace, especially considering it was the first time I had really moved away from home.
What sucked was that I was working a couple of minimum-wage jobs at the time. What little money I had -- and needed -- wound up in the garters of many a dancer.