Weirdest fun thing you've done in a club
rickdugan
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What is the weirdest thing you've done in a strip club? I have two that come to mind.
One happened during a heavy snowstorm where only the Russian dancers and a few customers showed up the entire night. There was really no sense running the stage, so they didn't bother. Instead I and another customer just bought drinks for the dancers and joked around. Then, as the night went on, the Russian dancers got the notion to have the DJ play classical dance music and then invite us to dance with them. Now I have no dance training whatsoever, but it was fun nonetheless and plenty of slow dancing with gorgeous tipsy girls. Not something I would want to repeat per se, but a fun way to turn lemons into lemonade.
The other was fairly recent. A club I visited on the road had a back bar/patio area in which they were running karaoke. It was a little chilly out there, but they had heat lamps and plenty of alcohol flowing to keep everyone warm. It was a mix of dancers and customers taking turns and it was, I have to admit, a lot of fun. Girls would actually go inside to do their stage sets and then come back to keep singing. When I belted out some Frankie, one girl decided to dance to it on a little stage pole near where I was singing, though it was too cold to show much skin out there. Good times.
Anyone else have any unusual but fun club stories?
One happened during a heavy snowstorm where only the Russian dancers and a few customers showed up the entire night. There was really no sense running the stage, so they didn't bother. Instead I and another customer just bought drinks for the dancers and joked around. Then, as the night went on, the Russian dancers got the notion to have the DJ play classical dance music and then invite us to dance with them. Now I have no dance training whatsoever, but it was fun nonetheless and plenty of slow dancing with gorgeous tipsy girls. Not something I would want to repeat per se, but a fun way to turn lemons into lemonade.
The other was fairly recent. A club I visited on the road had a back bar/patio area in which they were running karaoke. It was a little chilly out there, but they had heat lamps and plenty of alcohol flowing to keep everyone warm. It was a mix of dancers and customers taking turns and it was, I have to admit, a lot of fun. Girls would actually go inside to do their stage sets and then come back to keep singing. When I belted out some Frankie, one girl decided to dance to it on a little stage pole near where I was singing, though it was too cold to show much skin out there. Good times.
Anyone else have any unusual but fun club stories?
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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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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!
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.
> 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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.