Weirdest fun thing you've done in a club

Yep. I went to A club in FLORIDA. Not a Strip club,but they had a stripper pole in the middle of the floor. I asked the bartender if she would give me a free shot If I would get on the pole and do the splits. She said “absofukenlukely!” Now, picture this old fuck at the pole. Hehe. Yep, I got free shots ALL NIGHT LONG!

I tend to be wound a little-tight and treat the clubs more like business/a-mission vs just hanging out and socializing and shooting the bull - liking variety my mission going in is to try and get w/ several dancers I like and get dances w/ them, but not not necessarily do much beyond that - I'm normally scouting the floor or stage for dancers I like and that kinda takes up most of my time and energy (in b/w getting dances I normally just sit back and scope the floor and look at the stage but don't really interact w/ the dancers much beyond the dances).

Off the top of my head - one instance that was a little different was at a small Miami black dive (Take One - closed for a while and now a different small black club I rarely visit) - I was visiting in the late-afternoon and there was a decent crowd and a decent # of dancers - all of a sudden they started playing a popular hiphop song the dancers seemed to really like and all the dancers got up on the bar-top butt-naked and started dancing for a few songs - this is a very small club w/ the majority of the seating barside which is where I was seated along w/ most of the custies - many of the cusites seating barside as well as myself had a butt-naked ebony dancing in front of us at the bar-top butt-ass naked moving that bare coochie around inches from our faces for a few songs while the ebonies were letting loose - it was an interesting change of pace.

^ and the bar-top dancing/show was free; just the girls letting loose

^^^ love the LOOSE girls. What can i say .... I’m a guy!

One time I came in for a dayshift and got absurdly drunk (to the point I was probably like one shot away from blacking out) and the waitresses were lecturing me for dropping money while stumbling around and made the customer buy me food. And hung out with some customer for a few hours talking about anime and kayacking or whatever. (He was super fun to talk to.)

I think we did like two lapdances or something. I bought a beautiful sparkly top from another dancer for $45 (a roommate threw it in the washing machine weeks later and it got destroyed). Bought a couple of thongs too.

Sobered up and counted my money after tipping out. $780. Not the absolute best money shift ever, but it was definitely the least hustle. —— Another time was during my first shift as a dancer ever. I was about to go on stage and and some customers what music choice they wanted. Somebody suggested Slayer, so I requested it to the DJ. He looked at me open mouthed and replied “are you fucking kidding me?” But he did it anyways and I got tipped generously. —— Another time was similar too to the OP story. It was the last song of the night and I did ballroom dance with a customer. —— Another time was when I was 19 and was at a club as a patron. Five dancers were confused as to how to all were simultaneously give me a lap dance. They decided to line up and alternate for 10-20 seconds at a time. Meanwhile the other customers and dancers in the room were staring at us open mouthed.

Papi, I hear you about going to the clubs with certain goals. To some degree I do something similar. But that's where the similarities end I suppose as I am very relaxed in clubs. As much and as long as I've been doing this, I still also see every club trip as a potential new adventure with limitless possibilities. I like going to the club spontaneously, unsure of how the night is going to go.

Will I meet my new ATF? Will I find a wonderful new OTC hookup? Will some girl be so fun to talk to that actually I blow off OTC opportunities just to get to know her? Will something else unusual or memorable happen? Or perhaps will I just have a fun OTC trip with a girl who I have enjoyed many times before, which is also not such a bad outcome? One never knows on any given night out at the club.

On those nights in question, I wasn't going to meet my new ATF, there was no OTC on the table and no girl dazzled me barside, so I took the opportunities for fun where I found them. When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade no? ;) Now in the second situation, the hot girl who suddenly decided to dance to my singing was definitely warming up to me when I was done, but sadly the night was getting too late, and I too tired, to pursue it much further.

But we all have our own way of having fun at clubs, so I have no criticism of how you use them, just sharing my own view fwiw.

@nicespice. STOP! My fantasies are already beyond my norm. The fact that you are Asian makes it all the more enticing. Lol.

Does sucking on some juicy titties in a packed club (HK in Tijuana count)...and also some of the fun that can be had with girls during the shaving foam shows in HK...am surprised so few people even mention them.

^^^ sucking on juicy titties occcurs FREQUENTLY in my area of the USA. If it were not for the damn HAZMAT debacle at ROXYS in Brooklyn,IL the double dong dildo shower show would likely put the HK show to shame.

The wierdest would have to be this one club years ago. I was in the back getting a half hour VIP private dance, and they were playing some typical electronica dance music. The third dance, the DJ started playing "Tip Toe Through the Tulips," by Tiny Tim to fuck around with the dancer on stage. He had done this a few times, and I was expecting the typical dancer on stage complaining and he would go to the regular song about 20 or so seconds late, instead the dancer just goes with the flow, and the DJ decided to play the whole blasted song.

My dancer stopped, when the song came up and it was obvious it was going to continue, and said "There is no way we can dance to this, so lets take a break." Next thing you know most of the dancers and several of the customers, including me are imitating Tiny Tim and singing along to the song. My dancer attempts some sexy poses at one point in the song but can't keep a straight face and keeps giggling. The song ends and the dancer walks out and tells the bouncer to restart the time at that point, because that song just completely killed the mood.

She comes back and we continue on like nothing else happened, and true to her word, the bouncer didn't call time until after 30 minutes.

I was at The Clermont lounge in Atlanta with a buddy of mine while I was in college. For his fraternity he had to get a titty imprint from Blondie in a jar of peanut butter. Blondie is an AA large woman that was old then and is still dancing. He tipped her 10 bucks and she did it on stage, it was one of those store brand buckets of peanut butter with a handle, but she needed a big jar to fit that titty in. So when she finishes she hands him the peanut butter back and then grabs my beer (PBR in the can) with her tits and crushes the can between them. I am mesmerized. She realizes the beer is half full and leans over the rail to pour it in my mouth, still holding the can with her tits. I open my mouth and she turns and puts a beer and peanut butter covered nipple in my mouth and yells suck it clean white boy. Pretty crazy night.

@RD

You've mentioned you rarely get dances or do VIP at clubs these days - in that situation one is not left w/ much else to do other than to socialize or just look - for me my goal is to get as many dances as I can and can afford w/ as many dancers as I can that I find attractive, and I only have so much time to complete my mission - not to mention that I have to keep my PL-eye on dancers I wanna get dances with that may o/w be busy with other PLs or me busy w/ other dancers thus I have to keep my PL-eye out for when both of us are free so I can get w/ her.

^^^^^^^^ Why are you fantasizing about papi getting his pecker pulled by you?

I'm not a foot fetishist or anything, but I did get to spend about a half hour or hour giving a lovely young lass a foot massage in the courtyard behind some strip club in New Orleans a couple years ago. It was fun just hanging out and shooting the shit and weird that I was just working those feet over.

The weirdest fun thing I ever did in a strip club was become a beta cuck.

Weirdest fun, safe for work, thing I did in a club (stateside)...damn that's a lot of qualifiers...

It was a hot summer afternoon in the desert with the fellas and we decided to grab some shade in a club to cool off. We walk in and there is one unhappy dancer just getting onto the stage and none on the floor. Well, watching one scantily clad, unhappy woman in an air-conditioned club is better than none so we stayed.

We order drinks and sit down at a table in pervert row next to the stage. The club enforced the lame six-foot rule with a railing six feet away from the edge of the stage and our table was behind the railing. The stripper pole was another six feet behind the edge of the stage. We practically needed binoculars to see the dancer due to the distance and our eyes still adjusting from the bright sun outside to the dim lighting inside.

As our warm drinks arrive we realize the club is rather warm because the air-conditioning is not working well and the club is poorly insulated from the scorching heat outside. So much for our plan to cool off. At least we were in the shade.

As our eyes adjust we notice that the dancer on stage was actually pretty hot. She started to warm up a bit now that there were three customers, us, instead of none. Mind you, I have eaten ice cream that was warmer than her attitude.

Seemed she was not having a great day so we decided to try and cheer her up. How do you cheer up a grumpy stripper? Why by tipping of course. There was one small problem. She was really far away.

One of us, who shall forever remain nameless, came up with what seemed like a wonderful solution to our tipping problem. Money ”footballs.” Of course, we proceeded to fold money into ”footballs” and ”kick” them on stage to cheer up the only dancer in the club.

There was a glimmer of hope that the plan was working until the one who shall forever remain nameless did the unthinkable. Only some of the money ”footballs” were flying onto the stage. The rest were falling short.

Nameless gets the bright idea to fold money ”footballs” around coins without vetting the plan with the rest of the team. He then proceeds to ”kick” a money ”football” into the goal post between the dancer's eyes, her nose. I guess dehydration and testosterone can make you do stupid things. Suffice it to say her attitude went from unhappy to furious and screaming in the blink of an eye.

We were hastily escorted out of the club into the scorching sun by the bouncers. That was the lamest reason I have ever been kicked out of any establishment ever.

I had a dancer come up to me at the bar. We start talking and she gets up jumps over the bar and starts pouring her and me shots. After she got drunk we went to the VIP room where all she could do was sit on my lap and rag on her husband. I did enjoy all the attention!

An actually brilliant, non-trolling thread started by rickdugan. Who would have thought?

I almost want to take back my comment on jackslash’s thread about rickdugan being the best candidate for the guy who scared a stripper by flashing his hideous penis. But I won’t take it back; I’m sure rickdugan will say something d-baggy soon enough!

^ nah this is just Dugan trying really hard to divert attention from his own failures as a human being

Played chess. She was good at it.

Remind me why I took 4got2think off of ignore? ;)

I was at a club one hot summer afternoon when the power went out. It's a small club so it was total darkness for a couple of minutes until someone opened a door to let some light in. A strip club with no power is an interesting place to say the least but that's just a side story. One of the dancers who was quite inebriated decided to start singing a David Allan Coe song, and not one that was released on an official recording if you know what I mean. I was sitting with my favorite dancer and another regular of hers was also at the club, an African American gentleman. She told me she was going over to talk to him to hopefully ease his mind as the staff accompanied the drunk dancer to the dressing room and called her a cab. One of my more interesting moments in a club but then I don't get out much!

@Papi: You say "not much left to do other than socialize" like it's a secondary thing, but for many, myself included, that's where all the real fun is. How many LDs can one do in a lifetime before they are boring? I'm sure the answer is different for each person, but I've blown past that mark long ago. Even if I manage to get a woody, which happens less than half the time nowadays, then what? I'm not going to cum in my own pants or even from a HJ, so unless I'm in a heavy extras club, it's a pointless exercise. For me it's the equivalent of going to a steakhouse just to smell the steak and maybe take a little nibble.

But again, to each his own. As I've always said, I'll never criticize how another man spends his entertainment money, but I could never enjoy that whole robo-LD seeker approach. I do make sure that anyone who entertains me gets paid, whether she ends up OTC with me or not - if i didn't then I wouldn't have many opportunities to get to know anyone. I would much rather hand a girl 80 or 100+ for entertaining me barside over some period of time than to go back for 4-5 pointless (for me) LDs.

That's the beauty of strip clubs - the many different ways in which one can be entertained due to the diversity of different types of women.

^ funny RickiBoi prefaces every remark with an insult, there’s your diversity showing, here it is

As I've always said, I'll never criticize how another man spends his entertainment money, but I could never enjoy that whole robo-LD seeker approach.<

And yet you’re criticizing and insulting at the same time, what a sleazy demagogue you are.

25, the grownups are talking now. When we someone to share with us why comments about molesting minor children are really just shits and grins humor, we'll let you know.

@Papi, no shot intended. When you talked about being wound up tight, going there with a mission that is strictly business and then just stringing along the dances until the money ran out, that was the image that popped up for me. Feel free to characterize it however you prefer.

^ Weasel that’s a perfect description of you.

25, do you have something substantive to add, or are you here just to troll - in yet another thread.

I tend to club like Papi.... I really have no use to pay for socialization, I'm good at that. Now finding a hot 25 year old girl that wants to suck a 50 year olds cock for free, that is a little harder to do no matter how much game you have.

Well I'm gonna go pick up my date for the weekend, I've got dinner reservations at what is supposed to be a good steakhouse.

Have a good weekend, I'm sure I will

Damn Daddillac living the dream. Have a good time eating that steak. ;)

Just thought of another one. There was a club in Philly where the girls used to encourage guys to throw balled up money at their pussies. They would squat or lay back and hold a plastic cup underneath so that guys could try to make bank shots. I have no idea how much work it was to unravel all those ones at the end oft he night, but it was a lot of fun and an ingenious way for the girls to earn good tip money on stage. Guys in groups would actually have contests for who could hit the most bank shots. Good times.

Wasn’t me, but I know a guy who routinely went to strip clubs dressed as a cleric (all black save for the white cleric’s collar). He never admitted that he was not a man of the cloth but went ahead and got lap dances and extras.

I know this guy very well. He has a fantastic deadpan humor. He said he would insist that his dancer get down on her knees with him as he prayed for “an inspirational dance and a blessedly happy ending, in Jesus’s name, Amen.”

If the dancer brought him to religious ecstasy, he often embarrassed her by loudly exclaiming, “Perrrraise JeeeeeZUS!”

The dancers didn’t know what to make of him but, most importantly, he was popular in the clubs that he frequented.

@george, how many mating positions did she get you into?

I knew a dancer who wrote a movie and found a producer for it. The movie was about her comming to America and starting dancing. She was Russian. For some reason she wanted me in it. I showed up at a last minute audition and they cast me for a role. They wanted to do a scene where she was trying to give me a lapdance and she couldn't do it very well because i was telling jokes and she was laughing too hard. Part of the movie was filmed at the club she worked at. I was there on set for a live movie production. I ended up not being in it because they ran out of time for filming that day. The scene I was supposed to be in was put at the end of the production day as it was a last minute addition to the movie. The club still had to operate as usual and open at 11:00 am. This was an early morning deal. I got there at 7:00 am, earliest I have ever been to a club.

I have been clubbing for a long time and have seen many odd things. One thing I did was I got talked into going out to buy dinner for the dancer I was friendly with, her friend and the door bouncer( and nice old guy) . It was a little club with no kitchen. It turned out to be a good choice because I got a free hot dance from the two girls and when she was called to the stage the bouncer made sure my favorite and I had privacy even though this club was not a full service club except for that night. Another time I was in a nude club in north west OH almost at closing ant his dancer I was partying and drinking with all evening was on stage, we had been groping at my table so I went up to sit at the tip rail, tossed a $5 on the stage, on the third song she was naked along with one of the other girls on stage( they put three on stage so at least one would be nude at all times) when my girl came over slid off the stage shifted me into high gear for a while then got back up and wrapped her legs around my head rubbing very her wet pussy on my face and mouth. As she slid down back into my lad she asked me to get a private room and she would make my night because I had already made her. I got the room and tipped the guy $30 to leave us alone. She , walked in naked from the stage with a blanket wrapped around herself, closed the door, moved a chair in front of the door, turn the top light off leaving the table lamp on, then jumped into my arms wrapping her entire body around my sticking her tongue down my throat, somehow she managed to remove my shirt in the process then slid down to remove my pants while carrying on a deep throaty conversation with things that were standing at attention. The was a sofa in the room which where she had thrown the blanket. We ended up on the sofa on her blanket, then eventually on the floor on her blanket. She was the only time I have ever went bare back. I had booked the room for an hour and needless to says we used almost all the time. I never did see her again. I was going to go back the next week but the restaurant next door had a kitchen fire while both the club and restaurant were close and the club then closed for several months. No doubt the second time would have not been as good as the first anyway.

Inebriated, I asked the unenthused bartender to perform a marriage ceremony on a fave and I.

I used a rolled up twenty as a wedding ring.

We vowed never to be faithful to each other. Sealed the deal with a shot of Patron.

Seemed a lot more fun at the time then writing this now.

Hmm...probably the time another guy and I recited the lyrics to Snoop's "Ain't No Fun" at Tootsies. The DJ had just started to include 90s hip hop in his set, and that song in particular isn't what you expect to hear at a SC. He played it, though; and we went line for line.

Regular club, my friends and I used to get to certain places only and bring cards so we could play spades at the tables until things got jumping. I don't know why we stopped doing that.

One more came up - 80s night in the club. On a slow Sunday night in one of my local clubs, there were maybe 5 dancers and 6 customers and the stage was empty a good half of the time. The customers were all well known regulars, so hustling them for money they were not going to spend was pointless. I already had my OTC plans set, but it was too early in the night for me and the girl to leave yet.

Well, after the DJ through up an 80s top ten song and almost everyone in the bar was singing along to it, a few of us had the brilliant idea to yell over to the DJ to keep them coming. For the next couple of hours after, the same customers and dancers were singing along to old 80s songs and doing rounds of shots. And yes, I do think it also loosened up the wallets of a few previously sullen salty club vets, which was a bonus for the girls. A dead and kinda' depressing little club scene turned into a mini-party. Good times.

That should be "threw up" - typing too fast.

I don’t understand where the “threw up“ belongs ...

I may have pissed on a radiator in a VIP room. I never realized how awful steamed piss smells.