Stripclub Epiphanies

Walking into a LA strip club for the first time and seeing 50 incredibly beautiful women all in one place! I knew then going to strip clubs would be a regular thing for me.

the first time a dancer said we could meet up outside the club while back in VIP, you always think something like that is possible but until it happens to you, you never know. As to the OP, yeah, if you want something one thing strippers do respect (or say they do) is telling them what you want, they cant read minds and have heard it all before. If they dont like what you say, then no will be the answer and you saved both your time.

The first time she said yes, we could fuck in the VIP sold me into a life of fun and debauchery. It took a great deal of courage to ask, but I'm glad I did.

That hottie could be HM. Useta think it was just the uggos that would push for more.

Anyone remember the listservs in the early days of the internet? The term "epiphany" on the strip club listservs always referred to leaving the strip club scene, as in you finally realized strip clubs were a waste of money.

When I first became a strip club regular, I would come to the club every Thursday around 12:30, get the free burger (which was very big and good), and spend the rest of the afternoon with 3 or 4 strippers, buying them drinks and taking them upstairs for dances. Then one Thursday I could not go to the club. As soon as a walked in the next Thursday, the waitress walked up to me and told me how all the dancers had wondered what had happened to me the previous week.

It was an epiphany that the strippers looked forward to seeing me every week just as I looked forward to seeing them. I knew I was a customer with money to them, but it is still nice to be missed.

sinclair: see, that was my litmus test for who the OGs are. You in, playa! lol

Ya, we also started using to mean "I realized I was being played by the stripper" etc. Then you'd start seeing things like, "So she told me she had to come home early so she couldn't go OTC with me after work. Then I 'piphed, and wrote her off".

Detroit strip clubs.

When I realized the stripper I spent tons on was never going to fuck me

That there actually was sex in the Champaign Room & not just the dancers making vague assertions/promises to take your $$$ (although in many areas that is the case) - it wasn't till I joined TUSCL that I was finally convinced although in my defense mosf of my SCing b/f joining TUSCL was while I lived in Dallas where extras are fairly uncommon

Sunnyvale, Sporty's Bar, when a girl I liked wasn't really paying attention to me.

I realized that I can't go there looking for attention or affirmation. I couldn't ask my girl to leave with me, because I was married, and I couldn't really offer her the kind of straight up pursuit that she would want either. So I was in my crippled state looking for attention and affirmation.

I realized that I cannot do that. I have to instead look at what I can give to her and the other girls.

And then story two, another local place, where I learned that there are girls, Latinas, who are just lovely and perfectly happy to do OTC, and they do it as much as they possibly can, and they are wonderful.

SJG

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My 17th birthday in 1978 was the first one. When I found out all that all I'd known about strip clubs was wrong. All the "fantasy" bullshit was just that, fantasy.

The other one was when I realized that the image I had of myself as a guy who'd fuck them and leave them, and never get entwined, was totally off base.

this is a great thread, subra

for me, it was the first time a dancer made out with me in VIP. i had heard about dancers making out with customers on TUSCL, but I had never experienced it, and then one day it finally happened in a club in north carolina. it was my first truly great VIP experience---and not just because she made out with me--she did some other fun things too. ;-)

Mine was when I was in the Champagne room with a dancer who had been entertaining me there for several weeks and as she knelt between my knees she looked up into my eyes and said, "I'll suck your dick for $100". Until that moment I didn't realize such fun was an option. Oh, what a sheltered life I led.

When I realized there were clubs that had chacken fangers

Similar to others the realization that extras were real. 2012 @ Follies, only my second time there and first time in their VIP. I had unbuttoned the top of my pant because they were feeling tight, nothing more than that and no conversation with my dancer. Without a word she knelt down and went to town - bbjcim

When I found tuscl and found out that extras could be had. Then going to a club and experiencing extras for the first time.

Became a regular SCer in 2000 while living in Dallas - went to my fisrt all-black big-booty club circa 2003 and I found what I didn't know I was looking for - never had seen so many big booties & supa well built black women in one place & all naked or close to it - I realized 5-minutes after sitting down & looking around I realized I had found my life's calling - the club was Peep N Toms in Arlington, TX about 30 minutes west of Dallas (club no longer exists since the city forced out most of the clubs in thst city)

My epiphany:

--Old dudes past their prime with money seeking sex and companionship from young girls. --Young girls who need money and would rather not attend the Ivy League

Why not create a place where they can get together and serve common goals?

...coming to understand strip clubs is complicated -- but it came to me suddenly like a lightning bolt.

Epiphany #1: strippers are like normal girls--they can be picked up and bedded the same as any other girl. Oftentimes much easier. Money doesn't have to be involved.

Epiphany #2: strippers are not like normal girls--they are way, way flakier and more unreliable, and 80% of them will at some point hit you up for financial assistance (even the ones you're fucking "for free"). You have to realize the flakiness and unreliability isn't personal, it's just how they are. Then again, it doesn't mean you should always put up with it--just know going in that there is going to be some substantial element of it you WILL have to deal with. Only you can determine your tolerance level. As for the financial assistance....

Epiphany #3: if you help a stripper financially one time, rest assured she is going to ask again. And again. And again. It's like feeding a stray animal--you do it once thinking you'll be a good person only to find out they keep coming back. Far better to just never do it at all.

strippers are all about the money, and more money equals a deeper playbook.

Agree 100% with Timbuck12 on all 3 points.

CF/ATF are only your friends as long as you spend money on them.

Realizing I didn't want to be a "regular". I've been there, but try to avoid it.

wallanon: I have the reverse epiphany. For years I was an ITC extras variety-based guy. The moment I switched to alcohol-serving no-extras clubs, I completely changed the way I SC. It was a jarring transition -- for the first few months in the no-extras alcohol club, I was wondering "WTF is the point of this?". But then I 'piphed and figured out the system: find a fave, get drunk with the girls, take them OTC. I think I started ATFing partly because it's easier to get no-extras girls OTC if they know and trust you, partly because OTC sex is more fun with a girl you really dig, and if I'm completely honest, deep down there's probably some juvenile thoughts around "no reason to ATF a girl who is having sex with 10 guys a day ITC, but a no-extras girl really is giving up something a bit special OTC".

Epiphany #1: Discovering TUSCL and having my mind blown that sex was indeed available in the champagne room.

Epiphany #2: As a newbie to the strip club scene, finding out that two way touching is now allowed most places. Finding out that some dancers in clean clubs will let me lick their boobs during regular lap dances.

Epiphany #3: Seeing my ATF for the first time ever on the main stage in a clean club. I was amazed how hot she was, I was more amazed when she let me touch her pussy, and I was in disbelief when I fucked her an hour later in VIP. My first extras ever and it was with a 10 in my book. Hottest woman I've ever had sex with.

Epiphany #4: Hong Kong Gentleman's Club. Enough said.

Epiphany: That this chick was actually cumming.

My latest epiphany has been that sex is available at almost every club, no matter how clean its reputation may be. Its simply a matter of finding the right girl, catching her at the right time, and offering her the right incentive. It may be rare at some clubs, but it happens sometimes almost everywhere.

First time a dancer actually kissed me on the lips during a dance. I thought that was the one big no-no but I was wrong.

-->"My latest epiphany has been that sex is available at almost every club, no matter how clean its reputation may be"

Absolutely, JS. I learned that within months of transitioning from extras clubs to no-extras clubs, and it's just been reinforced over the years. I go to clubs that are almost militantly no-extras. The girls are no-extras, the club is set up to make extras difficult, the bouncers patrol all areas as if they are ISIS members and the strippers' burkhas are showing their ankles. And not only can extras occur, but I've had them right out on the floor, the vaunted "front room" (think I've told this story before). Anyway, I will say that besides right girl right time right incentive, getting in with management and the rest of the staff can be critical enablers.

My 22 years of strip clubbing have featured a series of epiphanies for this slow-learning PL: #1: Many dancers actively try to get customers off, again during normal lappers -- this took about 3 years. #2: It's possible to touch titties (and other fun parts) during normal lap dances at many clubs -- several years! #3: BBBJs are available in the VIP room at surprisingly many clubs -- this revelation took me almost 20 years!! #4: Many strippers seem to enjoy DFKing with me -- at least they do it every time we're in VIP! #5: Some surprisingly attractive dancers have brought up the subject of OTC with me.

Sometimes I wish I had had these last three epiphanies many years ago instead of since about 2013. OTOH, it's just as well because I would have spent a fortune in SCs since 1994 instead of just a couple grand a year for many years.

@ Deuce:

I wonder if part of your learning curve was also due to strip-clubs also evolving over-time - i.e. perhaps pre-2000 many SC areas where VHM and extras can now be had where perhaps air-dance centric back then thus VHM/extras were not readily available or perhaps just at a very premium price that many custies were unwilling or unable to pay.

The epiphany that I have had I had about 10 years ago was that almost any female that you meet in a strip club will have sex with the right guy using the right approach. Timing is also important not necessarily because she is desperate sometimes they also want you but if you fail to recognize the opportunity when it presents itself it goes away as quickly as it appeared.

my first epiphany was " what the hell am I doing spending so much money in Vegas over and over again?" my second epiphany was " what the hell am I doing spending so much money in tijuana over and over again and loving it?

Just ask.

Story I just wrote in the Rude Stripper thread.

One of my epiphany moments: I think the power these rude dancers have is, the extent to which you're really bothered by them. Take that away, and their power is lost, and they are easily exposed for what they are.

I was in the club waiting for a brand new girl (it was one of the new girl's first days) named Angel. A particularly aggressive hustler named Tori comes by and asks me if I'd like I dance. I tell her I'm waiting for someone -- this was back before I developed my current policy of just saying "no thanks" and not answering any followup questions. Anyway, Tori asks me who I'm waiting for, and I say Angel. She gets an angry look and says, "There's no girl named Angel here", then looks me in the eye and hisses "you're a fucking liar!".

Okay, so what would you have done? Think about it, all you did is tell her you're waiting for someone, and honestly tell her that stripper's name (who was new, which is why the aggressive veteran didn't know her). Who the fuck expects that response?

My response: I laughed out loud. I don't mean internet "lol", I mean, I realized how ridiculous the situation and her reaction were, and started laughing -- out loud, eyes crinkled, mouth wide open, loudly. She looks at me and for a second she's practically apoplectic, then without a word she simply turns around and marches away. Still laughing, I call after her, with a bit of Jerry Seinfeld-like sarcasm in my voice, "No really! She's new! Don't go away mad!" True story, happy ending: that girl NEVER approached me in the club again.

Anyway, that was one of those moments I realized how much stripper shit is just bluff, a low-self-esteem jr-high-school-level of emotional maturity girl, trying to make herself feel better by bullying and counting on the guys just caving.

To this day, I think it was so brilliant that I almost always try to do the same thing -- instead of getting angry or embarrassed, just laugh out loud -- when a girl is getting rude. Sometimes I'm caught so off guard I don't do it, but usually, I can pull it off perfectly. Sometimes the girl just goes away, sometimes it actually de-escalates things.

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