My most amazing SC night, you will love this story, it involves two twin strippers, a bottle of cheap whiskey, a very confused bouncer, and a bad case of chlamydia.
Mine was a life changing event. I was just kicked out of my house for the third time by my now ex wife. She caught me watching the Playboy channel. This time it was serious. We were going through divorce and a judge would not allow me to contact or speak to my twin 8 yr old daughters. Well, long story longer, I found myself in a Bar where a bachelorette party was taking place. So, I stepped over and perform a bunch of magic routines for them. They had fun. Then, time came for them to leave. I then sat down and began to contemplate how I was going to end it. I had been married 17 years, had to 8 year old twin daughters, was a successful magician, martial artist and professional in the medical field. As I sat there tearing up, this dude makes a Straight B line directly to me from across the room. He stopped at my table, put his hands on the table and looked me straight into my eyes and said, “you just lost your family, didn’t you!”. Ummmmm... yep, I did. He then told me that he just lost his family too. I gave him no intother than a simple “Yep”. He then told me that he just got kicked out after 15 years marriage, has twin boys age 9 and just bought a handgun to blow his brains out. I told him not to do it, bought us beer and discussed it all. We decided to hit the strip clubs to have our minds taken off the subject. He said he would drive, but had to go get stuff at his hotel. We go to his car.. beat up ford escort.... same car I drove, except green instead of white. I get in and notice playing cards spread out all over the seats and floors. I ask him why. He tells me that he is a magician and practices card manipulation while he drives ... hmm, so do I. He then tells me not to try anything stupid because he is a 3 rd degree black belt in kenpo .... hmmm, i am a 2nd degree black belt. We get to his hotel, he has all his shit in plastic trash bags ... just As I. He comes out of the bathroom and starts kicking and punching at me. I block all attempts and take him to the ground with a wrist lock, actually breaking his wrist, then put him in a choke hold. We decided that the STRIP CLUB WAS NOW our best option to complete the night.
At this moment, I felt as though I was interacting with a mirror image of myself in the strangest way.
We drive to the strip club. We get out and walk to the front door. Before we go in, he stops me and says, “by the way, my name is Gabriel, what’s yours?” I told him my name was Michael (real name). He then said, “wow, you must be my Guardian Angel come to save me from killing myself”. Hmmm, I was a bit intrigued and somewhat confused. We went in.
We bought tons of alcohol. Within 15 minutes all the dancers we upon us. This club was multi-nationality in that dancers were Spanish, Chinese, Russian, Arab, African, German, French and about 4 other esoteric places that I don’t remember. I went for a couple dances. When I came back, 4 of the dancers approached me and told me that my “friend” is freaking them out. I asked if he was rude or obnoxious to them. They said “quite the opposite. He is very nice, but he knows a lot about us and he is speaking to us in our language.” I asked if they meant “Stripper language?” They said, “no! Our native language like German, French, Chinese, Russian, Ethiopia.... etc. I told them that he must be multilingual. They said that was quite obvious, but who speaks that way at the same moment to multiple people at the same exact time? I was confused. They then told me that as he was speaking to them in a group, they each heard him in their native language. Ok, now I’m really freaked out. I tell him it is time to go.
We leave the club, I drive because he is plastered. I drive to my car. Get out of his car, leaving him to sleep it off in his car. Get in my car and drive away. There is only one way in and one way out of the half mile drive where i left him. As I get to the end of that drive, I become worried that he might wake up and begin driving drunk and kill someone. Thus, I turn around and head back to his car. Only one way in and one way out. I get to the spot I left him. NOTHING. NOTHING. HE AND HIS BEAT UP ESCORT CAR IS GONE.
That was the night I met a guardian Angel named Gabriel. It was at the Strip Club that it began to sink in. Whoever says that good things cannot happen in “bad places” is definitely misguided. I have never wanted to off myself since. That was about 19 years ago. I now live life to the fullest.
@Nidan sheesh some of you guys should just retire from posting stuff on boards and write full time. Or maybe you are writers already. Seems like you got drunk and just dreamt you were in fight club.
I was out at a regular nightclub a few years back with a bunch of strippers and some friends and the strippers got tequilled up and jumped on the bar and started stripping, best part was a bunch of civvie girls joined in that was one wild night. Good time
Hmmmmm. ... professional writer/author .... now that could be fun. Whomever found that Quarter must have been at Dollies in WP IL, home of the 2 bit extras! Finding change on the floor at any other SC establishment would definitely constitute as UNUSUAL!
This guy came in with a cowboy hat on. He kept rambling to himself and cracking jokes. He had an accent like he was from the Midwest. He was nice and I did a few dances for him he was holding onto his hat oddly and I asked him about it he said it had money in it. At 1 am he went into the bathroom and came out dressed as the pope and waived as he walked around the club.
Some guy came in a few days ago dressed as santa claus and literally asked me to come sit on santa's lap. I ended up doing several dances with him but I couldn't stop myself from giggling whenever I was facing him.
I would probably laugh even harder if I saw some guy come out dressed as the pope though lol! Strip clubs really attract some eccentric people!
The night I met my girl. We just made eye contact and walked towards each other. I knew she was special, she looked at me and blushed and I told her she's the most beautiful girl in the world and that I was gonna make her my queen. We ended up leaving the club together that night and still together. It was weird, just a feeling of knowing she's special. Never felt that with someone before.
The most memorably filmic moment I ever witnessed in a SC was a visibly pregnant stripper dancing to the Smiths' "How soon is now" ("I am human and I need to be loved..."). In retrospect I should have asked her about OTC.
For me, it really begins at the convenience store across town from the club. I got to the small town the club was in, but I needed gas, so I stop and I go in and one of the strippers I previously DATY with was working the counter there. It would seem to be a bad sign, driving all that way just to see your favorite stripper end up an employee at the local convenience store. Anyway, I go to the club and I end up meeting my long term favorite Angel that night. But she wouldn't do any extras yet. That took the most bizarrely old dancer I ever met to do that. But it was wonderful, no matter how old she was. (FWIW, the convenience store didn't last for the one girl; she was back within 6 months. And quitting to work a nonstripping job would be a recurring theme with that girl.)
I've been thinking about this topic and finally came up with the time I took a stripper to the dance room in her street clothes. It was at the Columbia Platinum plus with one of my favorites. I was just walking into the club as she was leaving because business was too slow. I told her that I would get some dances from her but she said that she really didn't feel like changing clothes again but that she would give me dances with the clothes that she had on. I said that wouldn't be much fun. So she pulled up her sweat shirt to reveal that she was not wearing a bra and pulled her spandex pants open so that I could see that she was not wearing any underwear either. So I took her back for about 6 very erotic dances with our hands inside each other's clothes.
@shadowcat, frankly, I think it’s hotter when they met me molest them in “civilian” clothes.
There’s a local girl who’ll do much the same thing for me here, though it tends to be before her shift, rather than after. She came in one day in sweats, saw me and said, “let me get changed, won’t take long.” I told her I was ok with what she was wearing and she shrugged and said “ok”. Since then, she doesn’t even bother to offer to change if she sees me there when she walks in. :)
So many to pick from. Without including private parties here are a few that come to mind.
Club Celebration at the redwood in Neptune. Watching a dancer blow a bouncer on stage. it was a bikini bar but everywhere I looked I saw naked dancers. over there two dancers going down on each other. A dancer laying on the bar getting finger fucked by customers. I miss that place.
Strutters in Long Branch. The building was shared by a night club. College chicks kept coming in, getting up on stage or doing lap dances and then going back over to the night club side. They got a bit wilder as they got drunker. Some to ok to it like a fish to water and got wilder with each trip back. I never did find out if these women decided they needed money to party next door, did it on a lark or as part of some sorority thing.
Christmas in pumps. The afternoon was at a friends house near by. My roommate and I were too drunk to drive so we decided to sober up at the only place we knew was open. It was one of the most enjoyable and saddest events I've ever been too. A dancer gave each dancer and the bartender a Christmas card with a few foil packets of coke inside. Things really livened up after that. The few times I have gone on a holiday after that were just sad and depressing.
A bar in Newark known for being crazy. One minute a dancer is up on stage nude with her tongue up another dancer's ass and then you see them in a corner with a few other dancers knitting and sewing to make presents for a former dancer's baby shower. Guys would walk over to ask for private dances.
One night during a snowstorm, only the Russian strippers and a few customers showed up to the club. So instead of a normal stage show and tipping night, it morphed into a drinking and hostess night. The DJ stopped trying to get dancers onstage and instead I, another customer and a handful of dancers just got drunk. As the drinks rolled on, the girls asked the DJ to put on slow dance music and the tipsy Russian girls coaxed us two tipsy customers to dance with them. I learned a few ballroom dance moves that night, lol.
These girls were hot as fuck, so it was no challenge. My bar tab was definitely higher than normal, but it was an interesting night.
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At this moment, I felt as though I was interacting with a mirror image of myself in the strangest way.
We drive to the strip club. We get out and walk to the front door. Before we go in, he stops me and says, “by the way, my name is Gabriel, what’s yours?” I told him my name was Michael (real name). He then said, “wow, you must be my Guardian Angel come to save me from killing myself”. Hmmm, I was a bit intrigued and somewhat confused. We went in.
We bought tons of alcohol. Within 15 minutes all the dancers we upon us. This club was multi-nationality in that dancers were Spanish, Chinese, Russian, Arab, African, German, French and about 4 other esoteric places that I don’t remember. I went for a couple dances. When I came back, 4 of the dancers approached me and told me that my “friend” is freaking them out. I asked if he was rude or obnoxious to them. They said “quite the opposite. He is very nice, but he knows a lot about us and he is speaking to us in our language.” I asked if they meant “Stripper language?” They said, “no! Our native language like German, French, Chinese, Russian, Ethiopia.... etc. I told them that he must be multilingual. They said that was quite obvious, but who speaks that way at the same moment to multiple people at the same exact time? I was confused. They then told me that as he was speaking to them in a group, they each heard him in their native language. Ok, now I’m really freaked out. I tell him it is time to go.
We leave the club, I drive because he is plastered. I drive to my car. Get out of his car, leaving him to sleep it off in his car. Get in my car and drive away. There is only one way in and one way out of the half mile drive where i left him. As I get to the end of that drive, I become worried that he might wake up and begin driving drunk and kill someone. Thus, I turn around and head back to his car. Only one way in and one way out. I get to the spot I left him. NOTHING. NOTHING. HE AND HIS BEAT UP ESCORT CAR IS GONE.
That was the night I met a guardian Angel named Gabriel. It was at the Strip Club that it began to sink in. Whoever says that good things cannot happen in “bad places” is definitely misguided. I have never wanted to off myself since. That was about 19 years ago. I now live life to the fullest.
That was my strange night regarding SCing.
I would probably laugh even harder if I saw some guy come out dressed as the pope though lol! Strip clubs really attract some eccentric people!
There’s a local girl who’ll do much the same thing for me here, though it tends to be before her shift, rather than after. She came in one day in sweats, saw me and said, “let me get changed, won’t take long.” I told her I was ok with what she was wearing and she shrugged and said “ok”. Since then, she doesn’t even bother to offer to change if she sees me there when she walks in. :)
Club Celebration at the redwood in Neptune. Watching a dancer blow a bouncer on stage. it was a bikini bar but everywhere I looked I saw naked dancers. over there two dancers going down on each other. A dancer laying on the bar getting finger fucked by customers. I miss that place.
Strutters in Long Branch. The building was shared by a night club. College chicks kept coming in, getting up on stage or doing lap dances and then going back over to the night club side. They got a bit wilder as they got drunker. Some to ok to it like a fish to water and got wilder with each trip back. I never did find out if these women decided they needed money to party next door, did it on a lark or as part of some sorority thing.
Christmas in pumps. The afternoon was at a friends house near by. My roommate and I were too drunk to drive so we decided to sober up at the only place we knew was open. It was one of the most enjoyable and saddest events I've ever been too. A dancer gave each dancer and the bartender a Christmas card with a few foil packets of coke inside. Things really livened up after that. The few times I have gone on a holiday after that were just sad and depressing.
A bar in Newark known for being crazy. One minute a dancer is up on stage nude with her tongue up another dancer's ass and then you see them in a corner with a few other dancers knitting and sewing to make presents for a former dancer's baby shower. Guys would walk over to ask for private dances.
These girls were hot as fuck, so it was no challenge. My bar tab was definitely higher than normal, but it was an interesting night.