Most Unusual Stage Dance Bits..
thelifeofdude
One that stands out for me most is one of the first clubs I went to, a girl squatted down, lit a match, stuck the match in her mouth, and blew a ring of smoke in my face. wasnt necessarily arousing, but it definitely made her stand out.
Another was recently a girl had me stand up, lifted my shirt off and started rubbing her breasts all over my chest and pinched my nipples. At the time I was definitely into it, though a little embarassing for a man of my mediocre physique in front of a decent sized crowd..
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I also saw an amateur show in a little club Atlanta once where a girl was at the bar with friends, went up on stage, got completely nude, then returned to her friends at the bar without ever putting anything back on. It was pretty funny.
Twice in my early clubbing years I had dancers take my glasses and use them as part of their act, which is the main reason that I never sit at a stage anymore. As others have said, I'm there to be entertained, not to be part of the entertainment. I don't find those kinds of antics to be the least bit amusing.
Two dancers' "routines come to mind. Maybe it's not that unusual, but still, they are the only two that I've seen doing this;
Dancer 1 (Babes West in Indy). During her stage show, she commonly would lean over someone's beer bottle that was sitting stage side, and procede to give the bottle a "blow job". She took a lot of it in, too. I thought it was pretty hot, but my friend that I was with (happened to be HIS beer) was none to impressed. In fact, he told her that she owed him a beer 'cause there was NO way he was going to drink out of THAT.
Dancer 2 (April at Hip Hugger , Kokomo). When a guy got on stage and layed on his back, she would come over, unzip his pants, undo his belt, then she would take the belt (non buckle side) and stuff it down his pants and out the now-open crotch hole. She would then play with the end of the belt like it was a cock sticking out... pull on it and suck it... It was a pretty hot display.
I've also seen a "fire show" at a club in London, Ontario (I think it was at Flesh Gordon's). The dancer lit batons and twirled them. Not a bit entertaining.
At Choice in Minneapolis, I saw a stripper, during a stage show, roll up a dollar bill tip, stand it on end, squat and ease herself on top of it, then stand up with it still in her love canal, like a tampon. No, I did not get a dance from her. Dammit.
DG
Over the years I too have witnessed countless bachelors physically abused and humiliated. I have never understood the practice and is why I rarely ever go to a club on Friday or Saturday night anymore.
By the way, I am severely near-sighted (though, through state-of-the art optometry, my glasses don't give that away as much as they might), and I really kind of freak out if a dancer goes after my glasses, even for fun.
At the clubs I frequent, this abuse usually involves a lot of steps to get the guy reddened and naked on center stage. First, removing all but his undies, leaving his pants around his knees and his shoes on (and his reversed shirt stuck to his wrists, if possible), tying him by his belt and reversed shirtsleeves to a chair in the center of the stage, and then committing a series of cruel and rather violent acts:
- jumping onto his lap quite hard, to the point that he gets his nads racked repeatedly (I think many women don't really get the concept that nad-racking isn't just some kind of minor skin pain)
- slapping him on the chest and bared ass with his belt to the point that he is reddened and perhaps inadvertently tearing up from the stinging pain
- giving him a "Stevie Wonder" (massive tits on his ears, slapping his head around) while yanking his hair hard
- scratching his back and chest with long fingernails to the point that he bleeds
Then, of course, giving him teasing stimulation so his boner sticks out of his shorts and then making him walk back to his seat while revealing it all to his gang.
I don't exactly understand the appeal of all these behaviors. I think the girls get a bit "into it," and (more important) the guys who have ARRANGED the bachelor party aren't actually regular strip-club goers.
If I were to be the best man having to arrange a bachelor party, I'd go about it all differently. The point is to bond among males, not abuse one male to the point that he questions his friendship with you. And certainly not to give occasion for strange sado-masochistic anti-male sentiment to be worked out on my buddy's ass.
I did see a fire breathing show once, which is probably the most unusual thing I have seen.