Full Service Stripper
Charles Paisley
Arizona
So, I pop my favorite club today after a very mediocre round of golf. One of my favorites (but not in my regular rotation as she is often not available when I'm there), stops by table. We sit and chat for a bit, finally she asks if I'm ready. Of course I am,we do two dances before heading off to VIP. At first I'm concerned because we sit under the cubicle that (allegedly) has the camera in it, but she immediately unzips me and starts playing with Mr. Happy while allowing me full access to sucking on her natural C-cup boobs. First song ends, she reaches into her purse, pulls out a cover and slips it on me. 2nd song cowgirl, next song reverse cowgirl. Next song she pulls me out, starts a very vigorous BJ on me. Next song starts, she slips my underwear down even farther and starts on the twins. Unbelievable feeling, and makes me glad I just shaved down there. I think I had a petit mal seizure while cumming into the condom it felt so good and was so surprising; when she finally slips it off me, the tip is apparently filled and she just says, "Wow. You really liked that didn't you?" I admitted I did and she smiled and then reached into her purse to pull some baby wipes and proceeds to carefully clean me up and dispose of the evidence. I love a stripper who comes prepared and prepared to come. Full service indeed.
CP
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I never realized how much I took that for granted until my return to clubbing this past Thursday. She looked to me for direction on what we were going to do pretty much each step of the way, and had no cover on hand, nor any napkins/wipes for the end. I came prepared myself with the former, but not the latter (granted most of the mess ultimately ended up in her mouth, so not a huge deal). In my head during clean up, I honestly thought for a second "how umprofessional" before I snapped out of it and realized how that's about the most ridiculous thought one can have at that particular moment.
Then again if you can get past the inconveniences, there's almost a fun percieved spontaneity of the the whole thing with an unprepared stripper vs. the structured business routine of a seasoned pro. Its almost as if you got more out of her than she thought she was going to give. Either way, it as its pros and cons.
Lol!
SJG
@ desertscrub: rule #1 always applies, but rule #2 never does for me. I honestly don't expect full on sex in VIP, but in every situation, those dancers who offer it to me always have a party hat ready to go. As for #3, boxer briefs work best, as they allow for easy access and don't instantly stamp you as a hardcore perv (even though I am) by going commando.
@ digitech: thank you, sir. You no doubt have read some of my other adventures on other sites. I miss the 90's. /sigh.
@sjg: why the fuck would I want to go home with a stripper? When I read your posts and responses throughout this site, I strongly question whether you ever go to any clubs (your number of reviews indicate you don't) or ever have gone to any clubs. Seriously, I think juice goes to more clubs than you, and he's admitted virtually all his reviews are made up and/or plagiarized.
CP
My theory about that Chili Palmer fellow is that he is kind of like my bud joethecrab back home. joethecrab was a real weirdo crab all the other crustaceans used to pick on him.
But I'm a nice guy. I'm secure because I'm a badass, suit-wearing crab. So I decided to befriend lil' joe.
You know what I learned when I talked to joe? When he was still a young crab some hairless apes grabbed him and put him in water. Then they started to heat the water. Fortunately, joe managed to make an escape! But being immersed in boiling water caused brain damage.
I bet something similar happened to Chili Palmer! The only difference is that joe was a nice guy. This Chili Palmer fellow seems a little full of himself.
He better run if he sees me coming or he's going to get his testicles crushed.
Scuttle! Scuttle! Scuttle!
A while back I was getting dances from a VHM ebony at a mixed-club - it was in the regular LD area - I had the intention of just getting some dances (it was a 2-for-1)- half-way thru the first song I have a raging hard-on; she takes a cover out and rides me RCG in the semi-open LD-booth (kinda like cubicles w/ dividers in b/w) - the 2-for-1 finishes and most people leave the LD area and we keep-going - I bust big-time - she gets off of me; pulls of the condom; and starts giving me a BBBJ just post-bust and it was an incredible sensation (your pipi being very-sensitive from just having busted and the cum on your dick being used as lubricant during the BBBJ) - strippers, sure, you can't literally live w/ them but you can't live w/o them - being able to get sexual satisfaction from a woman one desires and doesn't know or barely know; and doing it in real-time w/ barely any effort or time-investment; is a hell of an asset.
Too bad there aren't clubs around here where what you described is available :-(
Wise Words from The Chulo
CP
Why yes, I *am* rude, crude, lewd, and socially disdainful. Why do you ask?
When I saw the drooling guy wearing the Chili Palmer t-shirt at the club I just held one of my legs above my head and waived it in his general direction. He may not know crab speak but he knows that I'm a badass suit-wearing crustacean. So he ran home to his mommy.
He didn't even have the self respect to scuttle off like a crab. Instead he ran like a little pussy!
Scuttle! Scuttle! Scuttle!
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No one could go to as many clubs as Juice. But to get to your broader question, if you like a girl, why wouldn't you want to take her home with you? And if you don't like her, why wouldn't you find one you do like. Not difficult in strip clubs.
SJG