WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST TIME AT A STRIP CLUB LIKE???
Icey
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I was 17. A lot of girls started stripping, that was basically their plan for after high school. Some started earlier...
A friend of mine asked me to go see her at work for moral support.
I fell in love with the life. I loved everything about it. Sitting there with a hot bitch coming up to me, sitting on my lap counting money. The jealous looks from guys there, the attention from other dancers when they saw me with my friend. The lights, music....
It was the first time I actually saw girls in heels that high and I loved the way their legs looked. I thought the heels made them look amazing. And their tits and asses hanging out....I loved that. Then just kinda hustling out of the club, and having them all over me, I was hooked.
My first lap dances were from my friend and loved them...but that was mostly coz of our relationship. The first dance I paid for sucked... It felt too fake having a girl grind on me just coz I paid her. It was more of a turn off than a turn on for me. And I still can't enjoy that shit without a connection.
Then I found myself wanting to go to more clubs. I had a problem getting into some, coz I had a fake ID. But I just loved it. On my free time I basically just sat at the bar and drank. And looked for girls to pick up or help out.
A friend of mine asked me to go see her at work for moral support.
I fell in love with the life. I loved everything about it. Sitting there with a hot bitch coming up to me, sitting on my lap counting money. The jealous looks from guys there, the attention from other dancers when they saw me with my friend. The lights, music....
It was the first time I actually saw girls in heels that high and I loved the way their legs looked. I thought the heels made them look amazing. And their tits and asses hanging out....I loved that. Then just kinda hustling out of the club, and having them all over me, I was hooked.
My first lap dances were from my friend and loved them...but that was mostly coz of our relationship. The first dance I paid for sucked... It felt too fake having a girl grind on me just coz I paid her. It was more of a turn off than a turn on for me. And I still can't enjoy that shit without a connection.
Then I found myself wanting to go to more clubs. I had a problem getting into some, coz I had a fake ID. But I just loved it. On my free time I basically just sat at the bar and drank. And looked for girls to pick up or help out.
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I still get stopped and frisked by bouncers when I enter the club a lot of times, and it turns the girls on. Like when you pull out a ziploc bag with cash. Someone always asks why I don't have a wallet, I tell them my cash won't fit in one.
But I think a lot of customers do end up liking the girls and kinda caring. For a lot of men at the club, its the only contact they have with girls or the only time girls ever pay them attention.
He was very wasted, and sitting with his CF on a rented couch thing (pay to sit there rather than the regular pleb table)
Another dancer swung by to sit with us too. The CF started talking shit about the other dancer to me.
And then my boyfriend wanted to get me dances. Especially because the friend bought $600 in dance dollars was was paying for them. First I got a couple of dances from one blond dancer. Come back in the front room, hang out in the front room. Then went back with the same blond dancer+a white/Asian mixed dancer for another song. Go back.
And then ended up getting a dance from five dancers at once when he put me on the spot of “who has the best ass”...but I didn’t want to answer the question. So I had a dance from all five similtaneously. They were confused but decided they would “take turns” on who would grind on me. The other customers stated at us open mouthed lol.
After that, the friend disappeared. So we left the club to go find him because we figured he had left. Sadly, we found him because his SUV had rolled over and was on the side of the road. And the police were already there and EMS were on the way.
So my boyfriend and I stopped to see how he was. He left his car, and I stayed inside.
A police officer approached me. Asked for my license. I had forgotten to get it back from the club when we left, but I told her the number.
Then she told me that my bf had a warrant out for his arrest because he never paid a traffic ticket from one year prior. And asked for my consent if she could search the car. I didn’t allow it, since it wasn’t my car.
They let my boyfriend go (with a stern reminder to pay his fine) but the officer decided I had to be the one to drive. So I drove back to the club to get my license.
While there, the friend’s CF dancer told us that he promised a certain amount of that dance dollar money for her and she wanted it.
The boyfriend got annoyed her and told her that he was never told that. She started getting very angry, and they were starting to argue, and I started heading towards the car. Then he caught up with me. I don’t remember what happened with the remaining dance dollars.
Epilogue, this wasn’t the first dwi from this friend. He decided to escape his legal trouble by ringing up a bunch of credit card debt, and buying gifts for his friends. Then he moved to China and became an English teacher.
Nicole, every guy likes the girl he's with to make him look better. Whether its her looks, style, whatever. Even if a guy is in love with you, he's gonna see you as a sexual object...that's a good thing.
I was like a kid in a candy store. I fell in lust with a beautiful Asian girl and had to jack off when I got back to the ship.
Now that I'm in my 50's, the girls in the clubs ask me out. I've figured things out. He who has the money makes the rules.
It was topless only and it was the first time I ever saw a woman's breasts, though I pretended like it was old hat to me. I was absolutely mesmerized at this place, that such a paradise could exist where I could see breasts anytime I wanted as long as I had $2 and gas money top get there.
A dancer with blonde hair and bruises on her legs -- looking like she came straight from the trailer park -- straddled one of my buddies and began grinding him, unsolicited and without asking for money. She offered to blow him in the bathroom (that was the VIP room at this place, apparently) for $20. He didn't have the money. I was wishing I did because back then I could only dream of getting a blow job.
I went there only once more after that before the place closed.
About a year later, we discovered the totally nude clubs across the river in Windsor and I saw pussy for the first time.
Part of me really misses those carefree days.
The real issue for me was "Are these girls I want to engage with, or are they too much White Trash?"
And then also, by Jr. High School a guy learns that the women held up as sex symbols, like fashion models, actresses, and Playboy Centerfolds are out of his social reach. Would that also apply to the dancers in such clubs?
So at the Brass Rail I found one I liked, not unlike the others, but I could see in her a Farm Girl side.
So after stage tipping, I followed custom and invited her to have a drink with me. She accepted.
Only one way to find out, so I suggested that she and I might go out sometime.
"Sorry *I* don't go out with customers."
Now at first I thought she was just applying a extra layer of caution because of the nature of the venue. It would not be until years later that I would fully understand her meaning. But I did feel that my honor was being challenged.
So just instinctively, trying to restore my honor, I began to talk about myself, my career, things like that. All very matter of fact, self effacing, nothing like a rehearsed pitch. Then I grabbed a cocktail napkin and wrote my full name and home telephone number on it and handed it to her.
She, now standing to leave, held it down at arm's length and said, "Well okay. You don't understand, I get hit on by 50 guys a night."
Again I would not fully understand her meaning for years. But I did feel that my honor was again being challenged. So I decided to quit while I was ahead. Did not want to let any kind of a conflict develop. So I left.
Forgot about the matter entirely, worked late, got home about 10pm. Saw that there was one message on my old fashioned mechanical answering machine.
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So I pressed the button, and there it was, her voice, "I want to see you".
Now if I had known what I was doing, had a plan, maybe talked about where I would take her, how to reconcile lifestyle and work schedule issues, then probably things could have escalated even faster.
But as it was, I had learned a huge lesson. The women who work at strip clubs absolutely can be gotten to. Most important, do not take their on the job persona at face value, and always always always treat them as civilians. That always gets to them, it is what they really want.
Guys think they are paying for sex, when really what they are paying for is for the girl to pretend that she likes being treated like a hooker.
This one softened up once she saw that I had nothing whatsoever like P4P in mind, and that I in no way saw her as someone who sold sex or was moved to go that way by money.
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Well one lady started talking crap while dancing because nobody was tipping ( uggggly). She really got things fired up. Guys started tossing their knockers at her and chased her off the stage. The balls came off and were flying everywhere. Cops got called and the bar cleared out.
Was a hell of a first experience!!
The Pilgrim Theatre was one of the most infamous places in an area of downtown that was called the Combat Zone, Boston's way of containing the seedier elements of society (like yours truly, I guess). The typical thing at the Pilgrim Theatre was for them to show what were then called XXX movies for an hour, put live strippers on stage for 30 minutes, then repeat that rotation. At age 20, I had never seen a stripper, and I asked my roommate about it -- and wondered whether it would be OK to bring my girlfriend, who was as curious as I was. He said sure, and told me that they didn't do anything the law didn't allow. Sounded safe enough for me.
We came into what looked like a normal movie theater with a stage. Yes, the porno movie was going full tilt, as graphic as anything you'd see online today, and the most startling thing was that instead of the movie soundtrack, all you could hear was loud rock music blaring from the speakers. Much to my delight, the recorded music was the Allman Brothers Band. Sweet!!
The strip show was quite an eye-opener for my 18-year-old girlfriend and me -- apparently the law allowed the girls to dance in nothing but high heels, and the expression "spread eagle" took on a whole new meaning for me. There were no lap dances and no Champagne Room - just the movies and the naked women on stage.
Fuck, I miss those days.
I got the SC bug ~10 years later when I moved from Miami to Dallas in 2000 and was driving around one night getting to know the city and ran into Baby Dolls at its old location - didn't go in that night but seeing how packed the parking-lot was I made a mental note and visited a few days later and got hooked.
I got the SC bug ~10 years later when I moved from Miami to Dallas in 2000 and was driving around one night getting to know the city and ran into Baby Dolls at its old location - didn't go in that night but seeing how packed the parking-lot was I made a mental note and visited a few days later and got hooked.
I got the SC bug ~10 years later when I moved from Miami to Dallas in 2000 and was driving around one night getting to know the city and ran into Baby Dolls at its old location - didn't go in that night but seeing how packed the parking-lot was I made a mental note and visited a few days later and got hooked.
She asked me if I wanted another and without skipping a beat agreed.
It was so sleazy.... The booths basically just had chairs and a box of tissues. You locked the door, put a dollar into the slot and the window unfogged... and you saw a girl or 2 naked and she'd open her ass or pussy up and press it on the window for a dollar.
I was like 16, a friend loved those and used to throw pennies into the slot at the girls instead of dollars.
Most of the girls were either underage(coz I knew some) or strung out crack whores.
The one time I lucked out, I went with a girl and got a blow job while watching 2 hot Mexican girls eat each other out.
Then there was my first time at an adult theater.... I got out of their quickly. I thought it would be like in porn, but it was all gay guys.... The nastiest thing I saw was a guy in the back row having a train run on him, and an old Asian man stood behind me, I thought it was his hand on my butt but when I turned around it was his dick. Then I went into a private area where you watched movies in a booth. Same shit, gay guys would try to come in with you. I was in there maybe 15 minutes...never again!
I've got a suggestion, take SJG with you then both of you idiots can break your cherry together.
There was one stage and a dancer had just went up that was brunette and huge boobs. When she was finishing her stage set several guys went over and tipped her. I had no idea how clubs worked at all.I was an idiot. Dancer on stage kept motioning me to come over but I refused, I was still trying to have this conversation with the dancer at my table. Dancer on stage came over and asked if I did not like her or what. I got the urge to run like hell. I finally excused myself to use the restroom. I had to piss like a race horse, thus the reason not to drink both drinks.
After using the restroom I headed for the door. The waitress must have told the bouncer that I had not bought two drinks or something. He was a huge body builder guy that intimidated me. He started trying to shake me down to pay for two more drinks. I kept saying I did buy the minimum. After arguing with him for a couple minutes he went to check on something and I bolted out the door! I never went back to that club until years later when It was owned by another party.
Fast forward 2 years. I'm travelling solo in Nashville Tn. I decide to visit a place on Printer's Alley which I think I saw advertised in the Nashville Scene weekly paper. It was a BYOB place called Brass Stables (now closed). Shortly after I arrived and got seated a dancer was doing a what I believe is called a "tip walk". She was walking the floor and flashed me her pussy. Not knowing the "rules of engagement", I just stared. She said "Did I have a tip for her?". I tipped her $1 but was not all that impressed with her. A short while later the DJ announced 2 for 1 table dances. I got one of those and nutted before the second song ended. I headed to the men's room to clean up a bit and immediately left, trying to remember where in the garage I had parked my rental car. A strange new world had opened up for me that night.
Peace,
Ollie
Anyone who listens to anything you say, seriously need to have their head examined
BTW you can call this trolling, you can pretend to be a victim, but most of all you can go fuck yourself liar.
only bitch i'd ever love was my first one, cause she fucked me when i was broke. she stayed with me for six months and then she left. haven't seen her since. she knows where to find me if she ever wanted to come back but she don't want my ass no more.
dunno why i am saying all this shit.
I like to floss, and I love taking care of my bitches. But I always test them. I'm not spending it on them if they don't deserve it. But never let anyone know how much you hold right away.
If you're really into hoes though, just pimp them. Its really easier than people think.
Bitches leave for different reasons, sometimes even when its great.
How many hoes is a harem? Its about quality not quantity. 3 great quality hoes at top Vegas clubs are worth 10 hoes anywhere else.
Its not hard making a hoe fall in love.