For me, it was a private stripper house party. I got there a little early. Someone misinformed me and said the only available restroom was a small bathroom straight through the dancers designated changing room--while they were in the middle of changing to start this party. I didn't know dancers were in there.
Actually, there was another bathroom, but it was too late.
It was packed in that designated dancers changing room. All types of women in all states of undress. They squealed and protested when my shocked self tried to part through the mass of undressed chicks to get to the bathroom. Then they started clawing at my clothes to undress me as a protest. Sounds awesome, but I was shook. Don't forget: any of em could snatch my wallet or cell phone in different directions. And it's a bunch of wild hands grabbing, pushing, tugging on to your clothes pulling you off balance against you and you alone trying to keep everything together. I felt like a running back. I made it to the bathroom and didn't come out until my cell and wallet, keys, etc were tucked deep in me.
But as I left the bathroom, none of the girls harassed me again. Too busy getting ready. Or they realized I just needed the bathroom...
I was a bouncer at a strip club in Denver years ago. Part of my duties were to accept food deliveries for the girls at the door, and take their lunch to them. I had clearance to go in their dressing room. I would always announce I was there with an order as I opened the door. You had to make a sharp turn around the corner to see anything once the door was open. I wouldn't make that turn without giving them a heads up to cover up if they wanted. Most of the time they didn't bother, and they were in various states of undress. They are super comfortable being naked, and hell, I had seen them that way on the club stages that way all day anyway. Even though they didn't seem to care if I saw them nude, I was often thanked for not busting in unannounced. Seemed to help me with my tip out. Usually got about 3-5 bucks per dancer when I carried their bags as I walked them to their car. Most guys got less. I gave up the gig when one of our guys got stabbed. Was a fun job, but not worth the risk anymore.
Actually yeah. Strangely enough a dancers heel snagged my shorts getting lap dances years ago. She took me into the dressing room where I took my pants off and they were temporarily patched up. I kind of slow and I knew most of the girls I was in college at the time and no one seemed to care.
Once when I was in college and completely drunk. Something hit me in the eye and I thought I was badly injured (crying like a baby). Two dancers took me to the dressing room to wash out my eye and make sure I was OK.
The other time in the 80's. I was at a dive club similar to the Baltimore Block (but not there). This was the days before VIP rooms were common. Extras were done in the closet in the back of the dressing room.
Virtually (2001live.com), but not literally. Tbh, it's often as exciting as watching paint dry as dancers spend eternity on end combing their hair or putting on makeup. Good to see who's working certain nights. Also, dancers who spend the least time in dressing room are probably much in demand on the back couches.
i did once with a couple of strippers escorting me thru... most the girls were allready workin the floor. i’m definitely up for another tour during the shift change!
I’ve never ventured in that area. It’s a private dancer only area, and I’m happy it remains off limits. No good could come from a filthy old pervert going there.
There are some great stories posted here! I’ve learned so much!
Yes. At a club since closed, the men's restroom was closed, so we had to use the women's, which was located in the dressing room. The place was *filthy*. And the toilet was a single stool that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the club opened.
One of the dancers came over to watch me, and offered to help. I was tempted, but she wasn't known for satisfaction.
Once at a dive club in years ago. The farthest lap dance room was right next to the dressing room, which was open without a door. Went back for a lap dance with one of the dancers. All the rooms were full, but was told that the several would be done soon. Rather than head back into the main area of the club, and have someone else take one of the room, the dancer took me back into the dressing room where we waited for about 5 minutes, or 1 1/2 songs. The room was was messy, lots of clothes thrown onto the floor, the makeup area's mirror that looked like it hadn't been washed since the club opened.
There were probably about 5 dancers in the dressing room, all of whom went on their business like we weren't there. This must not have been that uncommon, because another dancer and her customer was waiting in the dressing room as we left.
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Actually, there was another bathroom, but it was too late.
It was packed in that designated dancers changing room. All types of women in all states of undress. They squealed and protested when my shocked self tried to part through the mass of undressed chicks to get to the bathroom. Then they started clawing at my clothes to undress me as a protest. Sounds awesome, but I was shook. Don't forget: any of em could snatch my wallet or cell phone in different directions. And it's a bunch of wild hands grabbing, pushing, tugging on to your clothes pulling you off balance against you and you alone trying to keep everything together. I felt like a running back. I made it to the bathroom and didn't come out until my cell and wallet, keys, etc were tucked deep in me.
But as I left the bathroom, none of the girls harassed me again. Too busy getting ready. Or they realized I just needed the bathroom...
Once when I was in college and completely drunk. Something hit me in the eye and I thought I was badly injured (crying like a baby). Two dancers took me to the dressing room to wash out my eye and make sure I was OK.
The other time in the 80's. I was at a dive club similar to the Baltimore Block (but not there). This was the days before VIP rooms were common. Extras were done in the closet in the back of the dressing room.
'peepin n 'tuggin?
There are some great stories posted here! I’ve learned so much!
One of the dancers came over to watch me, and offered to help. I was tempted, but she wasn't known for satisfaction.
There were probably about 5 dancers in the dressing room, all of whom went on their business like we weren't there. This must not have been that uncommon, because another dancer and her customer was waiting in the dressing room as we left.