A sure sign of too much clubbing (and spending)?
CTQWERTY
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A few minutes later and she comes by. I then remember her now that she's close. Turns out I had bought 2 VIPs with her at Cheetah's last year (some memory on her part, huh?) She had cut me an "8 for $100" deal twice when the stated price was "5 for $100". She remembered that too, for this time she was willing to upgrade Rhino's "3 for $100" deal to "5 for $100." Sadly though I had to decline, and instead just opted for one $20 dance. Though I still like her, I had decided ahead of time to "ride the rail" for as long as possible because this was a club known for having a huge supply of gals. And eventhough that limited the hit to the wallet, I still managed to spend ~$300 on this night here.
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The Vegas one was loaded with dancers looking for money. I had a feeling that would be the case; that's why I sought refuge early on at the rail. There the dancers know what your intentions are. Sit away from the stage and they'll come as soon as the current dancer on your lap leaves. Okay, but you'll occasionally get gals who will say you "owe them for their time" in an attempt to get some money for their efforts. Eventhough I was at the rail, I still averaged about 10 dancers an hour stopping by to offer lappers. <br />
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It's a very nice club with many lookers. If you're going to come and sit away from the stage, you best bring some serious cash. Either that or maybe you're comfortable with handling mood changes as the dancer tries to work the money from you.
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Yeah, CT, I've been surprised by how good some stripper's memories are. Couple stories:<br />
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Hit it off once with a petite Russian dancer in Orlando and she gave me her number at the end of the night so I could call her the next time I was in town. Ended up I didn't get back to town until 6 months or so later and by then I'd lost her number. Soon as she saw me in the club, she came right over to me and the first thing she said was "Why didn't you call me?"<br />
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Another time I was back in a club I hadn't visited in several months. A dancer came up and started chatting, saying it was nice to see me again. I didn't recognize her, so I told her she was probably mistaking me for someone else. She said, "no, your name is Steve" and proceeded to list a bunch of personal stuff about me (where I was from, kind of work I did, etc.) that I must have told her on an earlier visit. That unnerved me, and since then I've become a lot more tight lipped about sharing personal info in the clubs. <br />
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Steve, I had it work once in reverse at Brad's Brass in Indianapolis. This fine brunette I engaged in conversation and learned she had dropped out of high school yet was very smart and a poetry lover. Her dancer name came from a poem. Poetry is the last thing on folks mind at Brad's... Anyways, I returned on a subsequent visit and sat at the rail. She comes on to perform her stint and after an initial exchange of smiles, I ask her how her poetry is. She got bug-eyed! I wasn't trying to be smart, but I guess I certainly caught her off-guard. Anyways, she quickyly spun around the pole and recovered that fast. Her next line was "Want a dance?" So on my last visit, I kept my mouth shut. She hopped over the rail and delivered a heck of a grind during her stage performance. This was with the place completely packed on a Saturday night. I don't know whether or not she remembered me, but all signs point to her being quite the passionate one...