Looking Back at Your First Ever Strip Club Experience
s275ironman
Detroit
It has almost been 7 years since I visited a strip club for the very first time. The official date is actually 2 days from now, but this all happened on the last Sunday in the month of August, which is what today happens to be.
The day began with a home-cooked breakfast at my parents' house. It would be the last home-cooked meal I would have with them until I would return to visit them during Christmas. After breakfast, I got in my car, which had been packed with several of my belongings the day before. What followed was a 7-hour drive to a small town in Wisconsin. It was early in the evening when I arrived to my destination. I checked into my hotel, dropped off my suitcase in my room and then went down to the hotel's restaurant to have dinner.
After dinner, I went back to my room and relaxed for a little bit. After a while, I felt the urge to go somewhere and do something other than watch TV in my room. I knew from scouting the area for housing in the previous weeks, I had seen a billboard advertisement somewhere for a strip club. I just forgot the name. I got on my laptop and searched for nearby strip clubs on Google Maps. I found one that was about a 20 minute drive north of the hotel.
I arrived at the club wearing cargo shorts and a button-down collared shirt. I only had $60 cash in my wallet. It was about 6:30pm at the time of my arrival. I was greeted at the door by one of the staff. They were very friendly. There was one dancer hanging out near the entrance. She was a cute little brunette spinner, somewhere between the ages of 20-23, if I had to guess her age. Her stage name was Katie, which is a very ordinary name. There were no other customers in the club. I explained that I had been on the road most of the day, that I am moving to the area, and that I had never been to a strip club before. The manager was close by and wanted to make sure I had a good time. He had Katie go up to the stage to get the night started.
After stopping at the bar to order a beer, and getting a bunch of $1's for stage tipping, I went to the stage to watch Katie dance. She danced for 3 songs, removing her top during the second song and removing her panties during the third. I remember staring directly at her pussy and she teasingly placed her hands in front of it and then shamed me for looking down there, lol. After she got off stage, I bought a lap dance from her, which was $20. We stopped after one song because I wanted to stick around for a while longer. Two other girls showed up and danced on stage, and just like Katie, they would remove their top during the second song and their panties during the third. Before the night was over, I did buy another dance from Katie. I think I stayed until all the cash in my wallet was gone. It was maybe 8:30pm when I left the club to head back to my hotel.
The club itself was rather small. There were only 3 girls there on this particular night. On future visits, I found that a busy night would have anywhere from 5-10 dancers on schedule. The stage was just a small satellite stage in the corner and with only about 10 seats. Off to the side of the stage was the area where lap dances were done. There were maybe only 4 booths and they weren't very private. On the opposite end of the club is a VIP area with a couch and more privacy, but also heavily monitored by cameras. The club had a no-touch policy, even in VIP, so there really was no reason to buy more than just a regular lap dance, which would have some decent one-way contact with grinding.
On the drive home, I saw the billboard advertisement I mentioned earlier. It turns out this advertisement was for a different club than the one I visited. I wound up visiting this other club a week later and found out that you usually need to bring more than $60 to the club if you want to stay and hang out for more than 30 minutes.
Anyone else care to share their first ever strip club experience?
The day began with a home-cooked breakfast at my parents' house. It would be the last home-cooked meal I would have with them until I would return to visit them during Christmas. After breakfast, I got in my car, which had been packed with several of my belongings the day before. What followed was a 7-hour drive to a small town in Wisconsin. It was early in the evening when I arrived to my destination. I checked into my hotel, dropped off my suitcase in my room and then went down to the hotel's restaurant to have dinner.
After dinner, I went back to my room and relaxed for a little bit. After a while, I felt the urge to go somewhere and do something other than watch TV in my room. I knew from scouting the area for housing in the previous weeks, I had seen a billboard advertisement somewhere for a strip club. I just forgot the name. I got on my laptop and searched for nearby strip clubs on Google Maps. I found one that was about a 20 minute drive north of the hotel.
I arrived at the club wearing cargo shorts and a button-down collared shirt. I only had $60 cash in my wallet. It was about 6:30pm at the time of my arrival. I was greeted at the door by one of the staff. They were very friendly. There was one dancer hanging out near the entrance. She was a cute little brunette spinner, somewhere between the ages of 20-23, if I had to guess her age. Her stage name was Katie, which is a very ordinary name. There were no other customers in the club. I explained that I had been on the road most of the day, that I am moving to the area, and that I had never been to a strip club before. The manager was close by and wanted to make sure I had a good time. He had Katie go up to the stage to get the night started.
After stopping at the bar to order a beer, and getting a bunch of $1's for stage tipping, I went to the stage to watch Katie dance. She danced for 3 songs, removing her top during the second song and removing her panties during the third. I remember staring directly at her pussy and she teasingly placed her hands in front of it and then shamed me for looking down there, lol. After she got off stage, I bought a lap dance from her, which was $20. We stopped after one song because I wanted to stick around for a while longer. Two other girls showed up and danced on stage, and just like Katie, they would remove their top during the second song and their panties during the third. Before the night was over, I did buy another dance from Katie. I think I stayed until all the cash in my wallet was gone. It was maybe 8:30pm when I left the club to head back to my hotel.
The club itself was rather small. There were only 3 girls there on this particular night. On future visits, I found that a busy night would have anywhere from 5-10 dancers on schedule. The stage was just a small satellite stage in the corner and with only about 10 seats. Off to the side of the stage was the area where lap dances were done. There were maybe only 4 booths and they weren't very private. On the opposite end of the club is a VIP area with a couch and more privacy, but also heavily monitored by cameras. The club had a no-touch policy, even in VIP, so there really was no reason to buy more than just a regular lap dance, which would have some decent one-way contact with grinding.
On the drive home, I saw the billboard advertisement I mentioned earlier. It turns out this advertisement was for a different club than the one I visited. I wound up visiting this other club a week later and found out that you usually need to bring more than $60 to the club if you want to stay and hang out for more than 30 minutes.
Anyone else care to share their first ever strip club experience?
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Not my finest moment in my strip club history, lol.
There was still a side of burlesque vibe to the show. Dancers wore costumes that they disrobed from.
No extras, but it was a visual nirvana.
First time I ever got a dance was at Pleasers in Atlanta in 2001. My cousin, who I was staying with at the time while looking for a job, was seeing one of the dancers. He bought me two table dances. I was so out of my element I wanted the dances to end quickly because I was tired of looking interested.
First time I really had fun in a SC was when I went to KOD for Fight Night during my birthday week in 2011. Got my first two LDs. Still the best I've ever had.
Lap dances didn't exist back then. Instead, it was a drink hustle, where you could buy the dancer a drink for $20 and for $20 more, sit with her at a table or booth in the back room and maybe negotiate another $20 (probably more if you looked old and rich) The guys at work made fun of me when word got back that I had spent $80 on a dancer one night for an experience that was generally expected to be $60. Being obviously under 21, the drink option was Coke for $3.50 in a short ice-filled cocktail glass and a generous pour might have contained two shots of Coke.
I just looked up the club - apparently the club that was the next door down back in those days has taken over the space, and time hasn't treated it particularly well:
https://www.tuscl.net/?page=club&id=736
For me Fantasia, Richmond Hill (suburb North of Toronto) summer of approximately 1994 or so.
It wasn't literally new to me. I had been inside clubs "of questionable character" during parties or with a group of friends many times previous, but I always passed it off (to them, AND in my own mind) as something that I "wasn't interested in." Furthermore, I had worked as a door-boy and bar-back at a similar but touristy place attached to a hotel bar on Bourbon Street while in High School for one short summer stint.
But I'd never been a true PL (paying luster) until that first visit to Fantasia. In fact, the adult and vice sectors of the economy had eluded my attention long enough, and I had grown and changed and move cities and cultures far enough, that I was effectively a newbie all over again anyway. The vibe had gotten very loud about what was going on here, with people in my group of friends reporting various temptations and pastimes to be had. I kind of didn't believe them, kind of hoped the stories wood turn out to be true.
So I drove up there on my own, on the sly, at a time when I knew I wouldn't be likely to encounter anyone I knew. Parked, paid cover. And was stunned and amazed and instantly addicted.
Wish I had discovered TJ earlier. I can't imagine what the prices would have been like way back in the day.