Pleasant Surprises
rickdugan
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All too often, we focus on the negatives on a board like this. Topics often include things like stripper shit, dumb strippers, song over-counting, girls on drugs, bad club managers, getting ripped off at the ATM, bad LDs, etc.,etc. In other words, all of the normal downsides that come with strippers and clubs.
But what about the great nights? The ones full of pleasant surprises? When we post about those, all too often some grumpy old farts will start bitching about things like "bragging" or call BS on it. It's almost like they prefer the misery.
Well, fuck the doom and gloom guys. This is a thread for anyone who would like to share their best pleasant surprises. I had a night with a few of them recently, which I'll use to kick off...
The night started at my warm up club, where I normally go to kick the night off before visiting the club where I draw most of my OTC. Everything seemed to be going right. An uber hot girl who I've been working for OTC for some time now finally agreed to meet up the next day. Already feeling pretty good, I got another bonus when I learned that the end of happy hour was pushed back from 7 to 8, so I kept drinking on the cheap for another hour. Even the hot wings I ordered came out just right. It seemed like nothing could go wrong.
So well fortified with booze and food, along with the prospect of an interesting OTC meet on the horizon, I made my way over to my finishing club and hooked up with girl who previously gave me the best damned blowjobs I've had in years. It had been a while since I took her out, but that night I did again and I swear that the BJ was so delicious that I didn't want sex with her - just to lay there with my tongue out until I could hold it in no longer.
The final pleasant surprise, however, came the next morning when I checked my wallet and found over $150 left of the $500 I took out to the club. This was despite drinking at two different clubs, barside and stage tipping and an OTC finish. That extended happy hour at Club 1 really paid off.
Rarely do I have a night go this good all around, full of pleasant surprises. I'm sure some of you can top this, but for me this was a homerun of a night - heavy on the fun and relatively easy on the wallet.
But what about the great nights? The ones full of pleasant surprises? When we post about those, all too often some grumpy old farts will start bitching about things like "bragging" or call BS on it. It's almost like they prefer the misery.
Well, fuck the doom and gloom guys. This is a thread for anyone who would like to share their best pleasant surprises. I had a night with a few of them recently, which I'll use to kick off...
The night started at my warm up club, where I normally go to kick the night off before visiting the club where I draw most of my OTC. Everything seemed to be going right. An uber hot girl who I've been working for OTC for some time now finally agreed to meet up the next day. Already feeling pretty good, I got another bonus when I learned that the end of happy hour was pushed back from 7 to 8, so I kept drinking on the cheap for another hour. Even the hot wings I ordered came out just right. It seemed like nothing could go wrong.
So well fortified with booze and food, along with the prospect of an interesting OTC meet on the horizon, I made my way over to my finishing club and hooked up with girl who previously gave me the best damned blowjobs I've had in years. It had been a while since I took her out, but that night I did again and I swear that the BJ was so delicious that I didn't want sex with her - just to lay there with my tongue out until I could hold it in no longer.
The final pleasant surprise, however, came the next morning when I checked my wallet and found over $150 left of the $500 I took out to the club. This was despite drinking at two different clubs, barside and stage tipping and an OTC finish. That extended happy hour at Club 1 really paid off.
Rarely do I have a night go this good all around, full of pleasant surprises. I'm sure some of you can top this, but for me this was a homerun of a night - heavy on the fun and relatively easy on the wallet.
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It's been a while since I've had a "man that was a good visit" visit - part of it may be my own personal attitude or just all the SCing I've done and hard(er) for me to be impressed - so I'm kinda left w/ bitching about the meh/bad visits more often than singing the PL-praises of a good-visit.
Now I've been working the Gold Club, haven't yet been pleasantly surprised there yet. TBD
Several times I have written about my first ITC experience. Long story short, there was no negotiation and afterwards the girl did not ask for any money. I gave her enough to cover how many songs we were in the VIP plus a tip.
I have had some visits to upscale Detroit clubs, gotten FS, and left the club spending less than $300. My first visit to Flight Club was among these visits.
My last club visit, I hung out with a dancer for almost 2 hours. I know this is a common occurrence many who post here, but I don’t go to clubs with the intent to have a dancer on lockdown. It just so happened that this dancer told me she still wanted to hang out with me after we did our business in the VIP.
They provided plenty of stock shifting and offered up there probates for me to
Get my fingers soaked. This was my version of the front room makeout session complete with LDKs, and then I went home and took a nap for an hour.
Girls told me that since it is slow they don’t mind spending extra time with me for less $$, because they each like me in general(I’m no creep). Value is easier to come by in the clubs when it is the off season.
So, after about a half hour of not approaching anyone and not being approached, I get up to leave. Bartender sees and asks, “leaving so soon?”
I told her I wasn’t really feeling it and was just gonna head home. She tells me to “wait a minute? There’s a couple more girls in back you might like.”
So I say, “sure,” and hang out for a minute, not really expecting much. The names on the board were all known quantities and not my thing.
The manager (with whom I’ve had a very good rapport since he took over), sees me there and says, “You look tired.”
“Nah. Work shit got me irritated; you know how it goes.”
“Yeah. Headed out then?”
“Well, B asked me to stay for a minute while she drags a couple more out.”
He laughed and said, “I think you’ll like one of them.”
B comes out with a, somewhat to my surprise, cute, looked like late 20s, blondish girl next door type she introduced as Mandy. Not drop dead gorgeous, but definitely pretty. Didn’t look like the type who would do much, but what the hell, it was worth a shot since I was on my way out anyway.
Well, turns out that B has already filled her in on what I like, how I like it, and what I’m likely to pay, so my “how do you feel about...” was met with “yeah, I’m cool with that,” almost before I was done speaking. “Ready when you are.”
So after a couple of minutes of “are you sure,” we go to the bar to pay, and the manager is still back there puttering around.
“Decided to stay after all, huh?”
“She convinced me. We’ll do a half, please.”
“Tell you what,” he says, “this one’s on me. Enjoy.”
I must have looked kind of stunned, as he said, “Really. You’re a good customer. Go. Have a good time.”
B and Mandy had their jaws on the floor as well.
After a somewhat pro forma protest (I was still prepared to pay), and after assuring me that he’d cover the portion Mandy gets, I shrugged and said, “Sure, thanks.”
So we went back, and I had one of the most enjoyable times I’ve had in quite a while. Great head, nice tight kitty, and awesome CIM with swallow finish while looking me in the eyes.
I tipped her the agreed upon amount, plus some of what she would have made off the half hour anyway (no harm there, I still paid about half what I would have), and we went back out on the floor.
Apparently, this manager has done that a time or too before, to people he considers high rollers. Not sure what to think about that, because I’m definitely not.
But you can bet I’ll be back to see Mandy, even if I have to pay.
And just to be clear, the names have been changed to protect the far from innocent.
SJG
Not as crazy as some of the negative/scary stories but craziness is overrated! I try to avoid it. Love reading about it.
This was in between my break-up with the ex and my new current girlfriend who has tamped down my desire for craziness (new girl treats both little 4gots well, although in different ways!)
Went to a club while on vacation and got talked into a lapdance by a slightly chubby but generally quite good-looking girl. Long hair, short (probably 4' 11'' or so), almost no tattoos (had a small design on her back, sort of a paisley but not in the standard tramp stamp position).
This was during the day and essentially all of the girls were older/chubbier/more extensively tattooed. So I thought "what the hell" and went for it. This was just after I started posting and I believed much of what was posted on here was BS (no disrespect). So I sat down expecting her to get nude and do a lapdance.
Without my asking she pulled down my pants and underwear and started sucking little 4got (the sex organ, not the wiener dog for any confused weirdo perverts). No negotiation. No price quoted. Just went for it. I was shocked!
She then proceeded to give a quality BJ and I came in her mouth. Alas, she swallowed before I could ask her to show it to me, which I find hot. I also expected her to spit. But she instead drank down the 4got juice!
I wasn't sure how much to tip so I ended up giving her $300. Before I get pilloried for being ripped off she never quoted any amount. So judge me for inexperience or stupidity if you want, but this was still a positive and she didn't do anything to rip me off.
Besides, it was fun. And fun > money! ;)
I will share the location of this experience with any non-d-bags via PM, if desired. It is not one of the places I've reviewed.
I have a lot of great visits. It's why I club.
My all time favorite hobby experience happened during a trip to the Philly area when NY/NJ/PA was my stomping ground. I had been cultivating a relationship with a couple favs at different Philly area clubs.
Over the previous few months I had enjoyed OTC with a super-sweet Korean and ITC FS with a fine caramel AA. Both possessed D+ racks, and delivered GFE. Met up with both on the same day, the AA for lunch followed by playtime and the Korean for an overnight session. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to release twice within 8 hours, but got it done.
What’s really cool is that neither playmate expected payment for OTC. I don’t see the lovely ladies any more, but I cherish the memories of our fun times.
I had a recent good experience at (to me) a high-end club. I had finally got up the nerve to try a local high-end club recommended by @shailynn, worried that I wouldn’t be able to afford it. Not only were the Friday night girls and staff super-friendly and accommodating, but the whole trip exceeded my expectations for service, value, and mileage (for O-H-I-O).
The door girl who took my cover had a huge rack stuffed into a top almost a size too small. The female bartender over counted my singles made as change and gave me three extra singles, she told me to keep. She generously and ridiculously overpowered my measured 2 oz pour of Bullit neat when she said they were out of the Rye variety.
The waitresses were never pushy, a plus. The bouncers or hosts though need mention. Yeah he (they) were dressed in suits/tuxes. But anytime I passed one or one passed near me it was, “sir! if you need anything, anything at all, you just ask me. And if you don’t see me, please, have someone come find me I insist.” If felt like mistaken identity. It was over the top if he was looking for VIP greasing or a tip. Many he mistook me for a local sports player or a regular? If not, I appreciate the the service. I’ve never been to a high-end place, so maybe this was normal for staff?
The first dancer asked to sit down, welcomed me on my first visit, and proceeded to show me just about how much front room mileage I could get with her. Which was about the first time I recently memory my had was not only on a g string but inside it (again, Ohio). She already had her own drink so nothing to buy there. Sure she pushed hard for VIP but I tried a dance with her upstairs. Mileage included touching just about everything except her eye ball (un-fucking-believeable for O-H-I-O).
The second dancer was a lot of fun in an authentic girl-next-door variety. It was her first night at the club, she seemed about as lost if not more lost than me. I had an extremely long convo with her and lots of front room mutual contact. Awesome nerdy and dirty girl. Her dance was more of the artistic post-modern air dance interpretation — so she was prolly new to this club if not new to dancing — but with some decent 2 way contact in parts. Still a good value and better than my home club.
The third dancer blew my mind for an in table chair dance stageside. It was easily the top 10th percentile of LDs in my life and I happily stacked dances with her before heading out to go home.
The happy moment for me, like you rick, was when I checked my wallet and saw I still had $57 left of the $201 I brought with me. Which included 2 generous double neat drinks, parking, cover, tipping, and dances, plus the extras the bartender gave me. Who knew I could do high-end and leave happy and relaxed on a budget?
So I sitting at a table in pervert’s row and I’m entertaining a couple dancers that I invited over. I pay for drinks and tip for time (as I had normally done for ages). The Puerto Rican girl is the lead girl. She reminds me of my (at the time) CF but he has a strong New York accent and wears red librarian glasses, on chains, dangle earrings, and a bunch of bracelets and rings. She’s quite the conversationalist, flirty, and hella fun to sit and hang with.
I hand her some money, which I’m used to paying for an hour (in boom ‘90s days and what SW girls *think* they should be paid), and she says no, no, I gave her too much. She hands half back, and says that more than enough. She hands back another 20. (she might have handed it all back, memory is a little fuzzy). Saying, “casual customers like you, when you get home tomorrow, you need to feel like you’re not getting ripped off and are getting a good value.” I asked, how so? She replied, “when a new guy feels he gets ripped off, you swear off clubs, and dancers lose a customer for life.” She counters that I should just buy a couple dances at the end and we’ll be even.
Up until that point, I always thought that once money is in a dancer’s hand, it passes a sort of “schwarzwald radius” where is trapped and nothing, not even light, can escape. So I never thought it was possible for a stripper to ever hand money back.
As I was getting up to leave at 10 PM, she tried convince me to stay and she wouldn’t even charge me, saying there’d be no new customers and no one to talk to for the rest of the night, please. But there’s no way I can stay out until 2:30 AM on a work night (I get up at 4).
I went on another Sunday and received much the same treatment and offer to stay for free in a empty club. It kind of makes we wish I’d change to a Sunday night man.
That’s good gesture and trying to build a repeat visitor.
She needs to be a club manager or owner! I wish they all had that much business sense.
Now, if only the Capitals win the Stanley Cup to cap it all off.
I bought my absolute ATF a few shots of Patron. Hadn't seen her in a few months.
I had bourbon.
It was super slow and I jokingly tipped a box to a girl I know when she was on stage. She was ecstatic! I ended up spending the night tipping nothing but cookies. My CF (for lack of a better term) gave me 3 dances per box. Management got a case too. It was a bizarre night, and I was pretty much the only guy that came in. There were girls everywhere just chowing down on thin mints. I still have new dancers come up and ask me if I'm the guy that brought the cookies.
But the best example I've ever seen was a guy who owned a couple of restaurants. He didn't bring in his restaurant food though, but rather made custom meals for the girls in his own home kitchen. A couple of these girls, no doubt with Daddy complexes, were so grateful that they actually hooked up with him out of shear gratitude for how he treated them (told from multiple independent sources). We are talking about 19-20 year old hotties and I heard that one even lived with him for a while. This guy was easily in his mid 50s btw.