Hanging at a club having a drink, talking to a girl. All of a sudden a large man sits down at the table with us. He says nothing and completely ignores us. Mind you, there were plenty of empty seats and tables he could have sat down at. I figured maybe he knew the girl and wanted to talk to her. I ask her is she knows him, "No." I'm wondering if I'm about to get assassinated by this silent guy, something is off.
I finally say "Hi" to the guy. He looks at us out of a stupor and says "oh I thought this was my friend's table."
Absolutely 100% true story: I met my favorite baseball player at PT's Sports Cabaret in E. St. Louis in 1998 or so.
That night, there was pudding wrestling. For $5, custies could buy a wooden spoon and help the combatants "clean up"...
No, I did not. But a pitcher for my team did. And for the next 365 days, he was absolutely unhittable. Something like 18-2 with a sub-3.00 ERA. But the magic power of the spoon wore off after a year, I guess ..
After Dark in Newark was the hottest NJ club back in the day - almost like the Studio 54 of the 90's, only not as classy; it was a run-down dump. A big club with illegal shit going on right out in the open, and almost no limits. Drugs, blow jobs on bar stools, unruly customers beaten half to death by bouncers and thrown out into the street, you name it. After Dark was the place to be for a good time.
To say it declined over the years would be the understatement of the century. It changed ownership a few times and in the early 2000's I used to pop in there once a year just to see if they were still in business.
On a particularly cold night in the middle of winter, I stopped by and there was one dancer and a female bartender. (I'd rate the bar girl a 6 and the dancer a 5+) The huge fireplace to the left of the bar (which I always thought was only decorative) was ablaze with a fire that actually threw off quite a bit of heat. Apparently the utilities had been shut off. Ordered a whiskey and was bullshitting with these two girls.
When the fire burned down it got cold, and the bartender tells me they need more wood. She gives me a hand-held sledgehammer and points at a pile of busted up barstools. They were burning the fucking furniture to keep warm. We got the fire up to a roaring blaze again and she poured me another whiskey.
Well, the dancer (who never danced) was cuddling up to me to keep warm and before you know it she's sucking my dick. I'm having a casual conversation with the bartender while getting a BBBJ. The BJ girl would sometimes stop sucking long enough to participate in the conversation, other times she would just be like, "ah-ha, mm-hmm" with my dick in her mouth.
She sucked me to completion, and when I was in the home stretch the bartender was high-fiving me and laughing her ass off. After that I threw some more chair legs on the fire and hung out a while. We all had a couple more drinks and some good conversation.
I wasn't charged for any of the drinks, but I tipped them both well, probably more than they expected. I went back a few weeks later, but the place was locked up tight, clearly out of business. The next time I drove past it was a vacant lot with a big billboard sign mounted in the middle of the property. I guess Route 21 is a good road for the advertising business.
Not at a strip club per se but at the old Tropical hostess club in LA people would have sex out in the open on the couches. Multiple couples having sex in front of everyone at the same time was kinda weird.
In a US club saw two girls eating each other out on stage while a 70 year old man threw dollar bills folded as paper airplanes towards their vaginas. It was weird but the girls were very into it and he was happy so...
I was once sitting in a club when a drunk guy sat down next to me and started talking to me. He then looked around, lowered his voice and confided in me that one person controls everything in the world behind the scenes. I looked at his face to see if he was pulling my leg, but he looked deadly serious. I then asked him who that person was. His response: The Queen of England.
Some stoned dancer I was doing double dances on the floor with…pulls a customer’s dick out, with almost perfect vantage point to see the stage (and for whoever is on stage to see us)
Dancing for someone who was a doppelgänger of my cousin, because he walked up to me and asked for dances. But I chatted with him and was relieved to figure out it wasn’t him and we weren’t related. Still uncomfortable AF tho.
The time I saw an ex-boyfriend across the room… I got dressed, tipped management/DJ, and GTFO of there. It was busy in there and there would have been money to make so that sucked. Then a couple of days later I get a message on social media “hey wanna get coffee” 😑 Though I guess not too surprising because he had talked for a long time about wanting to live in Austin, so yay get to find out he had recently moved there. (But thankfully never ran into him again)
The weirdo customer who was scamm—oops I mean offering a bunch of dancers 5k to do three dances. But he’s paying by check because he has no cash on him. Some dancers went for it 🙄
Running into a bunch of dancers from the club I was at in Eugene OR in at the downtown club I was at in Portland. But I guess commuting there is common for them.
Telling a customer who walked to my stage at a club in Denver that I was from Texas. Getting a $400 tip as he’s walking out the door because he was also a fellow Texan. (He didn’t even get dances or anything)
Ooh. And in Phoenix. Very first club I do an audition at—let’s call it Club A—I sign paperwork and stuck around and did a shift there. Meet this guy who I chat with. Says I should go to club B if I want a dayshift spot. Stick to night shift if staying at club A. I see him again a couple days later at club B. “Oh cool you made it” kind of thing. I wanted to stick around to chat longer but couldn’t. Fast forward and I leave town. Come back. Working a dayshift at an entirely different club C. I see him again, he tips stage and goes elsewhere with some dancer. Then later that same night, I show up to club B at 10:30 at night to start working for the night shift. And sure enough, he is there right at the bar. He looked pretty embarrassed at that time. Lol
I’m sure there’s other weird stuff but that’s at the top of my head. Well aside from a shit ton of comments I got a few years ago where some patrons would literally say “you look like a fifteen year old. Let’s get a dance”…literally back to back like that. Thank goodness I think I’m staring to visibly age somewhat 😬
The old guy who paid to watch me get dances and wanted to pay for extras as long as I gave him the used condom
Older black guy in line for the bathroom told me how i remind him of the young puertorican guys jn prison on the east coast. Licked his lips and asked if I ever had a nigga suck my dick. I said no. There was an awkward silence for yhe rest of the line. Then he's like are you sure you don't want me to suck your dick.
A dancer high on ecstasy kept holding me and grinding on my leg. She was stuck like a leech to me.
There was a huge fight and the manager gave me someone's weave as a souvenir from the club
1. I was visiting Phoeniz for business and my client wants to go to Christie's. We sit down near the back and I see a skinny brunette across the floor who looks exactly like my cousin - who lives in Phoenix. I'm petrified! As she starts to come closer I realize she's way too young to be my cousin. But she's exactly the right age to be her daughter! Now I'm freaking out. Literally cannot move from the fear. After stopping at a few tables along the way, she finally get close to our table. I'm dead sure she is about to recognize me and I start to think of some lame excuses for being there. But when she does not stop and just walks by, I realize it's not her. Whew! Now here's real weird part: Once I knew I was not going be outed I decided to get a dance from her. About halfway through the dance I had to stop her because I had just LDK'd in my pants when she hadn't even touched me yet. I did the walk of shame to the men's room, gave my client $100 in cash and called a taxi to take me back to my hotel.
2. I went to visit a certain Deja Vu for the 1st time in about 2 years. As soon as I walked through the turn-style and past the bar, a hot blond spinner dancer ran up to me, hugged and kissed me and said she was so glad to see me again. I didn't even have a chance to reply before she grabbed my hands and pulled me to one of the VIP couch booths in the back. She sat me down, asked for the half-hour cash (I think it was still $150 then). I gave her $160 and she slid the stack of 20's into the meter. As soon as the last bill disappeared into the machine, she turned to me, took my belt off and opened my pants so she could start blowing me. I was having a good time of course, so I decided not to interrupt her with any catch-up chat or other conversation. After about 10 minutes she told me to lay back on the couch and she stated riding me BB. She was so wet I could feel her warm juices under my ass. The look of sheer lust on her face was too much for me and I told her I was going to cum. She started fucking me harder and told me to "give it all" to her. Of course I obliged, and she seemed to be in extasy as I filled her up. She grabbed some napkins from her purse for her and me and we both cleaned up a bit. I gave her a $100 tip and she said: "Thank you, Roger! That was even better than I remembered." I said: "Me too! Because my name is not Roger." For some reason I still can't understand, she declined to give me her phone number. That was a good day, however it's rather sad that somewhere out there, Roger is probably still suffering from blue balls.
I was out on the smoking patio and two dancers wanted me to come over and sit with them, which I did. I sat between them and we made small talk. One of the dancers said she wanted to show me something on her phone. As I leaned over to see her phone, the other dancer pushed me closer, jumped on my back, grabbed my neck and began screaming "get off of her." An army of bouncers came running out onto the patio and just as I was expecting my life to flash before me the dancers started laughing and said they were just having some fun and everything was O.K.
There was a very attractive girl standing alone next to a bar stool. She was wearing a nice yellow summer dress which seemed much too good for a nudie bar. Anyway, she didn't appear to be with anyone, so I thought I would go to the bar order a drink and find out why she's alone. She was friendly and said she was leaving the area and was here waiting to say good bye to some of her friends who were in the back. I complimented her on her dress, which she appreciated, and to my surprise she said that her thong matches her dress and asked if I wanted to see it. How could I say no? As she sat on the bar stool, she lifted her dress and there it was - her thong. She said it matches her dress but it's not a perfect match and I can take a closer look to see the color better. She then said that she has a thong that matches perfectly but didn't wear it because it shrank in the wash. She said that it looked like this. She then took the thong she was wearing and rolled it up into a string of dental floss, most of which disappeared in her pussy, and asked for my opinion. Was that too small? I said I needed a closer look and she was very accommodating. I concluded that it was too small and she said that is exactly what she thought. Then rather suddenly she said that she sees her friends and has to leave - Bye. I never ordered that drink.
Now these are great stories. Despite its weirdness, Mr. Orange’s has the ring of truth.
OTOH, “Doc” Savage’s sound like he was talking to a tap dancing blue jay named Frederick that is only visible to him. Well, Frederick is also visible to Mr. Anderson, but that is only because “Doc” Savage and Mr. Anderson inhabit the same body. Sort of a Jekyll-Hyde thing.
Passed by a hole in the wall club called Foxtails in NJ. I lived nearby and it was my option A to grab a drink before going to my reliable option B Delilahs 2 minutes away. Got into the bar and it was 6 girls and 3 guys including me. Everyone seemed like they didnt want to be there except one guy who had a huge bottle of Vaseline intensive care. He was vigorously giving one of the girls a back massage only taking a breather to pump more lotion in his hands. Guy was around 77, lean with really old gym clothes on. The young girl he was massaging looked bored watching her phone while he went at it almost shaking her because he was massaging so hard. Sipping my beer I asked another dancer what his deal was. She said he came to the bar all the time, never ordered beer or got dances. Just liked to massage the girls. She said most girls were ok with it, but it creeped her out. I shrugged got a dance with her before going to see Jordana at Delilahs. The image and brown lotion bottle is still stuck in my head. I wondered what was his backstory. Perhaps he worked on wall street, came home and saw his wife sleeping with his brother? It might have broke him and the rest is history....
Oh an 1 more for the road. I once had such a bad night of clubbing that I rolled the dice and went to paradizios in Irvington. i probably reviewed it some time back. It was perhaps one of the worst bars talent and decor wise in NJ. It was also middle of winter and the bar didnt have A/C just a space heater. It was also a place with really seedy customers so I didnt let my eyes wander much. A cute young girl came up to dance with me but refused to let me see the front of her body. I got a glance of her face earlier and she was a 5 making her one of the best in the club. Long story short she gets up on stage and gives a half hearted dance. When she got off i saw why she didnt want to dance facing me. She had to be 4 months pregnant. Only prego dancer I have seen in a club.
I've run into a few preggo dancers, but most of the ones who are showing get converted to waitresses or bartenders. There was one girl at the Block in Baltimore who was very pretty and looked good from the back, but was glued to the bar. Prospects around the club were ok, but she had a look I wanted to check out up close. So we're talking and she's interesting enough but acting weird.
She offers to go have fun, but still won't back up from the bar. I stand to walk toward the dance area then notice the bump when I catch a different angle. At the time I wasn't going anywhere near a pregnant dancer, but tipped her probably 60 so not to hurt her feelings. She wasn't super far along, so I'm not sure if 2020's era me wouldn't have taken a flyer on that because she was still pretty hot. I've accidentally gotten dances from girls who were barely starting to show if you paid close attention but you could feel she was preggo when the grinding started.
Was at a club and a dancer raised a ruckus because a female customer grabbed her breast. (I'm pretty sure dancer had a thing against female customers, because grabbing her breasts is pretty de rigueur for this dancer.) Customer got kicked out.
I left maybe 10 minutes later and customer was still there standing outside talking to her boyfriend. She apologized to me for creating a disturbance, pulled open her blouse and asked me to suck her tit. I looked at her boyfriend whose demeaner was, whatever, so I obliged.
"...pulled open her blouse and asked me to suck her tit. I looked at her boyfriend whose demeaner was, whatever, so I obliged."
Maybe she was a dancer. Just because the stripper's not in the club doesn't mean she stops being a stripper. Spoiler alert! Rant...I usually have a blast with a stripper gf right up the until she starts with the rules about what I can and can't do and who I can do it with. Everything's cool until they really start to like you then the regular girl comes out to play. I want my freaks to stay freaks damn it! But I'm done with all that now. Maybe.
I had a similar experience to Loper's where I got to suck on female customer titties. I didn't like the talent at the club I was at, so I ended up talking to these two female customers. I found the one quite hot. The other then says we should go outside. She then starts sucking on her friend's tit and asks me to suck the other one, so I did.
I was at a club in Richmond, Va and as I was leaving an attractive young woman (I assumed a dancer) was also walking out. She was casually dressed and carrying a bag. We start to talk and she said that she was there to audition and did not know if she got the job. I invited her back to my hotel room to "practice" (it was very close by) and she agreed. When she arrived I asked her if she had a day job and she said yes. I asked her what it was and her answer was (you would not believe it if I told you).
We had a nice 30 - 45 minutes which if I remember correctly included a bj but no fs. I gave her some money (we had never discussed price for service) and she then told me that she was a cop. She told me that her parents had an adult business so she was around this stuff all her life. She told me that she was off duty, not working undercover. She gave me her number. I tried calling her on two return trips but never got an answer or a call back.
Last week I showed up at a club looking for my ATF on day shift. I get in and see her name on the board around 6pm. I figure I've got a little while to track her down as she's usually there till at least 7pm.
This other girl with glasses keeps staring at me and then giving up when I ignore her. She was my type, but I'm really there to see ATF.
Finally I sit down at a table just off the stage. The girls are allowed to approach there. The glasses girl walks into the back stage area and I feel her looking at me again. It's weird. She's being very aggressive. Normally the girls ignore you after you show a lack of interest the first time.
A couple minutes later she comes back out and asks if she can sit down with me. I told her she's cute but I'm waiting for someone. She's like "you don't remember me, we've had dances?"
She told me her name and I absolutely knew her well. In fact she's one of night shift faves. She just had these big nerdy glasses on that I'd never seen before and was wearing some tall shoes.
So we have a laugh about that. I tell her again though that I'm waiting for my favorite who is hard to find, but she's high on my list. Then the DJ announces the 2:1 deal, so I say let's do that for now.
So we go back and do that. Nice time. She forgets to ask me for money at the end. I have to pull her back to the booth to pay her.
When that's over I head back out and look for my ATF. She's not around. I go up to the board. She's not on the board anymore. I confirm with cashier: she's gone. Oh well, back to nerd glasses, which is not a bad outcome.
So I find her again and settle in for a longer encounter. She's about 25 and half my age but we have a good rapport. When we first met, a few visits ago, for some reason I called her by her real name, which I had no way to know. She was freaked out by that but it established a connection. I think what happened was that I mistook her name from the DJ when another girl was dancing because her real name sounds like a stripper name.
So we have a good dance and she again tries to escort me back to the front room without asking for money. I pull her back again to pay her and we have a laugh about it.
She's finishing up her shift and I'm ready to leave soon. So I walk out of the club, but then decide to have a smoke out front, which is a little tradition of mine. It's an interesting place to hang out and the smoke gives me an excuse.
So soon enough my girl walks out with her stripper friend. She's got the glasses on and a low cut top with shorts. She looks good. Not wearing much more than in the club. We chat for a moment. She wanders off to her car, then her friend gets in the car in front of me.
Next thing I know her friend is out of the car popping the hood and looking upset. It's a beater Hyundai sedan. I ask her if she needs a jump. She says no, the battery is fine. It's the transponder. She sort of explained it.
So my girl pulls back into the parking lot to help out. The girl witn the broken car knows what she needs to do - pull a fuse and run a jumper wire across the connections, but the fuse box cover is broken and one latch wont come off. The broken car girl is useless, she's mad because she paid some guy to fix that and it's still broken.
But my girl is on it and very pragmatic and she becomes my assistant, getting me tools from the club and holding a flashlight as I break the cover, with permission, and read the panel to guess which fuse to pull. Car girl then inserts the wire and the car starts right up.
She tries to leave, but I insist on replacing the fuse and putting the cover back on. She says thanks and leaves.
I walk my girl to her car and give her my number. I can tell she's feeling a little nervous because the club and real life got mixed up. She's pleasant, but keeps things short.
Locking down a stripper hoe while her man is in the club staring us down. I didn't care but she had us playing musical couches getting out of his sight. He works at tye club. They ended up jn a big argument and she went into the locker room and didn't come out.
Cuban girls doing that thing where they walk up and put a condom in your hand.
Originally I was very surprised in a table dancing set up with the girls doing Front Room FS, all the DFKing you could want and oral both ways. Bless their hearts. I have since read accounts of similar things other places.
Transponder isn't a no-go item unless she's IFR or flying in controlled airspace.
[checks URL] Shit, wrong board.
My weirdest SC experiences are all on the employee side, mostly involving features. The best was probably when I was security for Alex Jordan. After her final appearance, she asked me to take her to my favorite bar. I did. We walked in, the place went silent, and I heard someone stage-whisper "WHEN THE FUCK DID ALEX JORDAN START DATING ANTON LAVEY?"
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I finally say "Hi" to the guy. He looks at us out of a stupor and says "oh I thought this was my friend's table."
That night, there was pudding wrestling. For $5, custies could buy a wooden spoon and help the combatants "clean up"...
No, I did not. But a pitcher for my team did. And for the next 365 days, he was absolutely unhittable. Something like 18-2 with a sub-3.00 ERA. But the magic power of the spoon wore off after a year, I guess ..
After Dark in Newark was the hottest NJ club back in the day - almost like the Studio 54 of the 90's, only not as classy; it was a run-down dump. A big club with illegal shit going on right out in the open, and almost no limits. Drugs, blow jobs on bar stools, unruly customers beaten half to death by bouncers and thrown out into the street, you name it. After Dark was the place to be for a good time.
To say it declined over the years would be the understatement of the century. It changed ownership a few times and in the early 2000's I used to pop in there once a year just to see if they were still in business.
On a particularly cold night in the middle of winter, I stopped by and there was one dancer and a female bartender. (I'd rate the bar girl a 6 and the dancer a 5+) The huge fireplace to the left of the bar (which I always thought was only decorative) was ablaze with a fire that actually threw off quite a bit of heat. Apparently the utilities had been shut off. Ordered a whiskey and was bullshitting with these two girls.
When the fire burned down it got cold, and the bartender tells me they need more wood. She gives me a hand-held sledgehammer and points at a pile of busted up barstools. They were burning the fucking furniture to keep warm. We got the fire up to a roaring blaze again and she poured me another whiskey.
Well, the dancer (who never danced) was cuddling up to me to keep warm and before you know it she's sucking my dick. I'm having a casual conversation with the bartender while getting a BBBJ. The BJ girl would sometimes stop sucking long enough to participate in the conversation, other times she would just be like, "ah-ha, mm-hmm" with my dick in her mouth.
She sucked me to completion, and when I was in the home stretch the bartender was high-fiving me and laughing her ass off. After that I threw some more chair legs on the fire and hung out a while. We all had a couple more drinks and some good conversation.
I wasn't charged for any of the drinks, but I tipped them both well, probably more than they expected. I went back a few weeks later, but the place was locked up tight, clearly out of business. The next time I drove past it was a vacant lot with a big billboard sign mounted in the middle of the property. I guess Route 21 is a good road for the advertising business.
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Dancing for someone who was a doppelgänger of my cousin, because he walked up to me and asked for dances. But I chatted with him and was relieved to figure out it wasn’t him and we weren’t related. Still uncomfortable AF tho.
The time I saw an ex-boyfriend across the room… I got dressed, tipped management/DJ, and GTFO of there. It was busy in there and there would have been money to make so that sucked. Then a couple of days later I get a message on social media “hey wanna get coffee” 😑 Though I guess not too surprising because he had talked for a long time about wanting to live in Austin, so yay get to find out he had recently moved there. (But thankfully never ran into him again)
The weirdo customer who was scamm—oops I mean offering a bunch of dancers 5k to do three dances. But he’s paying by check because he has no cash on him. Some dancers went for it 🙄
Running into a bunch of dancers from the club I was at in Eugene OR in at the downtown club I was at in Portland. But I guess commuting there is common for them.
Telling a customer who walked to my stage at a club in Denver that I was from Texas. Getting a $400 tip as he’s walking out the door because he was also a fellow Texan. (He didn’t even get dances or anything)
Ooh. And in Phoenix. Very first club I do an audition at—let’s call it Club A—I sign paperwork and stuck around and did a shift there. Meet this guy who I chat with. Says I should go to club B if I want a dayshift spot. Stick to night shift if staying at club A. I see him again a couple days later at club B. “Oh cool you made it” kind of thing. I wanted to stick around to chat longer but couldn’t. Fast forward and I leave town. Come back. Working a dayshift at an entirely different club C. I see him again, he tips stage and goes elsewhere with some dancer. Then later that same night, I show up to club B at 10:30 at night to start working for the night shift. And sure enough, he is there right at the bar. He looked pretty embarrassed at that time. Lol
I’m sure there’s other weird stuff but that’s at the top of my head. Well aside from a shit ton of comments I got a few years ago where some patrons would literally say “you look like a fifteen year old. Let’s get a dance”…literally back to back like that. Thank goodness I think I’m staring to visibly age somewhat 😬
The old guy who paid to watch me get dances and wanted to pay for extras as long as I gave him the used condom
Older black guy in line for the bathroom told me how i remind him of the young puertorican guys jn prison on the east coast. Licked his lips and asked if I ever had a nigga suck my dick. I said no. There was an awkward silence for yhe rest of the line. Then he's like are you sure you don't want me to suck your dick.
A dancer high on ecstasy kept holding me and grinding on my leg. She was stuck like a leech to me.
There was a huge fight and the manager gave me someone's weave as a souvenir from the club
1. I was visiting Phoeniz for business and my client wants to go to Christie's. We sit down near the back and I see a skinny brunette across the floor who looks exactly like my cousin - who lives in Phoenix. I'm petrified! As she starts to come closer I realize she's way too young to be my cousin. But she's exactly the right age to be her daughter! Now I'm freaking out. Literally cannot move from the fear. After stopping at a few tables along the way, she finally get close to our table. I'm dead sure she is about to recognize me and I start to think of some lame excuses for being there. But when she does not stop and just walks by, I realize it's not her. Whew! Now here's real weird part: Once I knew I was not going be outed I decided to get a dance from her. About halfway through the dance I had to stop her because I had just LDK'd in my pants when she hadn't even touched me yet. I did the walk of shame to the men's room, gave my client $100 in cash and called a taxi to take me back to my hotel.
2. I went to visit a certain Deja Vu for the 1st time in about 2 years. As soon as I walked through the turn-style and past the bar, a hot blond spinner dancer ran up to me, hugged and kissed me and said she was so glad to see me again. I didn't even have a chance to reply before she grabbed my hands and pulled me to one of the VIP couch booths in the back. She sat me down, asked for the half-hour cash (I think it was still $150 then). I gave her $160 and she slid the stack of 20's into the meter. As soon as the last bill disappeared into the machine, she turned to me, took my belt off and opened my pants so she could start blowing me. I was having a good time of course, so I decided not to interrupt her with any catch-up chat or other conversation. After about 10 minutes she told me to lay back on the couch and she stated riding me BB. She was so wet I could feel her warm juices under my ass. The look of sheer lust on her face was too much for me and I told her I was going to cum. She started fucking me harder and told me to "give it all" to her. Of course I obliged, and she seemed to be in extasy as I filled her up. She grabbed some napkins from her purse for her and me and we both cleaned up a bit. I gave her a $100 tip and she said: "Thank you, Roger! That was even better than I remembered." I said: "Me too! Because my name is not Roger." For some reason I still can't understand, she declined to give me her phone number. That was a good day, however it's rather sad that somewhere out there, Roger is probably still suffering from blue balls.
There was a very attractive girl standing alone next to a bar stool. She was wearing a nice yellow summer dress which seemed much too good for a nudie bar. Anyway, she didn't appear to be with anyone, so I thought I would go to the bar order a drink and find out why she's alone. She was friendly and said she was leaving the area and was here waiting to say good bye to some of her friends who were in the back. I complimented her on her dress, which she appreciated, and to my surprise she said that her thong matches her dress and asked if I wanted to see it. How could I say no? As she sat on the bar stool, she lifted her dress and there it was - her thong. She said it matches her dress but it's not a perfect match and I can take a closer look to see the color better. She then said that she has a thong that matches perfectly but didn't wear it because it shrank in the wash. She said that it looked like this. She then took the thong she was wearing and rolled it up into a string of dental floss, most of which disappeared in her pussy, and asked for my opinion. Was that too small? I said I needed a closer look and she was very accommodating. I concluded that it was too small and she said that is exactly what she thought. Then rather suddenly she said that she sees her friends and has to leave - Bye. I never ordered that drink.
OTOH, “Doc” Savage’s sound like he was talking to a tap dancing blue jay named Frederick that is only visible to him. Well, Frederick is also visible to Mr. Anderson, but that is only because “Doc” Savage and Mr. Anderson inhabit the same body. Sort of a Jekyll-Hyde thing.
I've run into a few preggo dancers, but most of the ones who are showing get converted to waitresses or bartenders. There was one girl at the Block in Baltimore who was very pretty and looked good from the back, but was glued to the bar. Prospects around the club were ok, but she had a look I wanted to check out up close. So we're talking and she's interesting enough but acting weird.
She offers to go have fun, but still won't back up from the bar. I stand to walk toward the dance area then notice the bump when I catch a different angle. At the time I wasn't going anywhere near a pregnant dancer, but tipped her probably 60 so not to hurt her feelings. She wasn't super far along, so I'm not sure if 2020's era me wouldn't have taken a flyer on that because she was still pretty hot. I've accidentally gotten dances from girls who were barely starting to show if you paid close attention but you could feel she was preggo when the grinding started.
I left maybe 10 minutes later and customer was still there standing outside talking to her boyfriend. She apologized to me for creating a disturbance, pulled open her blouse and asked me to suck her tit. I looked at her boyfriend whose demeaner was, whatever, so I obliged.
Maybe she was a dancer. Just because the stripper's not in the club doesn't mean she stops being a stripper. Spoiler alert! Rant...I usually have a blast with a stripper gf right up the until she starts with the rules about what I can and can't do and who I can do it with. Everything's cool until they really start to like you then the regular girl comes out to play. I want my freaks to stay freaks damn it! But I'm done with all that now. Maybe.
We had a nice 30 - 45 minutes which if I remember correctly included a bj but no fs. I gave her some money (we had never discussed price for service) and she then told me that she was a cop. She told me that her parents had an adult business so she was around this stuff all her life. She told me that she was off duty, not working undercover. She gave me her number. I tried calling her on two return trips but never got an answer or a call back.
This other girl with glasses keeps staring at me and then giving up when I ignore her. She was my type, but I'm really there to see ATF.
Finally I sit down at a table just off the stage. The girls are allowed to approach there. The glasses girl walks into the back stage area and I feel her looking at me again. It's weird. She's being very aggressive. Normally the girls ignore you after you show a lack of interest the first time.
A couple minutes later she comes back out and asks if she can sit down with me. I told her she's cute but I'm waiting for someone. She's like "you don't remember me, we've had dances?"
She told me her name and I absolutely knew her well. In fact she's one of night shift faves. She just had these big nerdy glasses on that I'd never seen before and was wearing some tall shoes.
So we have a laugh about that. I tell her again though that I'm waiting for my favorite who is hard to find, but she's high on my list. Then the DJ announces the 2:1 deal, so I say let's do that for now.
So we go back and do that. Nice time. She forgets to ask me for money at the end. I have to pull her back to the booth to pay her.
When that's over I head back out and look for my ATF. She's not around. I go up to the board. She's not on the board anymore. I confirm with cashier: she's gone. Oh well, back to nerd glasses, which is not a bad outcome.
So I find her again and settle in for a longer encounter. She's about 25 and half my age but we have a good rapport. When we first met, a few visits ago, for some reason I called her by her real name, which I had no way to know. She was freaked out by that but it established a connection. I think what happened was that I mistook her name from the DJ when another girl was dancing because her real name sounds like a stripper name.
So we have a good dance and she again tries to escort me back to the front room without asking for money. I pull her back again to pay her and we have a laugh about it.
She's finishing up her shift and I'm ready to leave soon. So I walk out of the club, but then decide to have a smoke out front, which is a little tradition of mine. It's an interesting place to hang out and the smoke gives me an excuse.
So soon enough my girl walks out with her stripper friend. She's got the glasses on and a low cut top with shorts. She looks good. Not wearing much more than in the club. We chat for a moment. She wanders off to her car, then her friend gets in the car in front of me.
Next thing I know her friend is out of the car popping the hood and looking upset. It's a beater Hyundai sedan. I ask her if she needs a jump. She says no, the battery is fine. It's the transponder. She sort of explained it.
So my girl pulls back into the parking lot to help out. The girl witn the broken car knows what she needs to do - pull a fuse and run a jumper wire across the connections, but the fuse box cover is broken and one latch wont come off. The broken car girl is useless, she's mad because she paid some guy to fix that and it's still broken.
But my girl is on it and very pragmatic and she becomes my assistant, getting me tools from the club and holding a flashlight as I break the cover, with permission, and read the panel to guess which fuse to pull. Car girl then inserts the wire and the car starts right up.
She tries to leave, but I insist on replacing the fuse and putting the cover back on. She says thanks and leaves.
I walk my girl to her car and give her my number. I can tell she's feeling a little nervous because the club and real life got mixed up. She's pleasant, but keeps things short.
Then she drives off and that's it.
Cuban girls doing that thing where they walk up and put a condom in your hand.
^those Cuban girls sound similar!
SJG
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My weirdest SC experiences are all on the employee side, mostly involving features. The best was probably when I was security for Alex Jordan. After her final appearance, she asked me to take her to my favorite bar. I did. We walked in, the place went silent, and I heard someone stage-whisper "WHEN THE FUCK DID ALEX JORDAN START DATING ANTON LAVEY?"