First time

I was 18. I had just gone off to college and the legal drinking age in Texas was 18 at the time. I was like a kid in a candy store. But I was too poor to do anything. I might tip a few dollars on stage and that was about it. I would hang around and suck on that one beer that I bot, trying to talk to the girls. Then get frustrated that they would initially flirt with me but wouldn't go out with me.

Now, when I go inside a club, I'm on a mission. I go in expecting to nail the best looking girl in the place. I'm not sure the clubs have changed as much as I have changed over the years. I understand the dynamics of what is available in the club and have the means to take advantage of it now.

17 at Purple Orchid. Not much has changed, the girls want all your money for doing the least. Dont fall for that nonsense.

Well, I was just a happy-go-lucky lion, livin’ in tha NC. Then I ate a tourist on safari and got his laptop computer. As soon as I managed to find a spot where I could get WiFi I started surfin’ the web - as you damn dirty apes say - and discovered this site.

I realized that my brother from an ape mother - the dugan - was posting here. Do you think we’d both be named rick if he wasn’t my brother? I don’t think so!

Anyhoo…I decided to live the life of a degenerate strip club goer, cruisin’ the country in my Tesla, drinkin’ lots o’ Jack, and bangin’ the hot and sexy female hairless apes that remove their clothes for a living.

I haven’t looked back since. Nothing has changed. Of course, my life is all kind of an alcoholic fog, so who the fuck knows what has changed? ROAR!!!

1961 when I was 18 in Tijuana. Read my whole article if interested.

https://www.tuscl.net/article/22681

Early 20s. Can't say precisely when.

I went in my early twenties around forty years ago when I was in Chicago with a group of friends. The club was called the Crystal Pistol. Drinks were required but I didn't want a drink so I was told I could order a glass of orange juice.

The strippers mostly all seemed old or unattractive to me. I could get a girlfriend better looking than them, so I never saw much reason to go to strip clubs after that. I had a different response when I went to a strip club in my fifties. Every stripper looked better than what I could get as a girlfriend as a fifty-year-old.

21st birthday, friend bought me a lap dance and I was hooked.

23. Fairbanks, Alaska. It was wonderful. I had quit drinking for a few months, but here I had 2 beers, and tucked dollars in bikini bottoms 😜

I still remember 3 dancers from that 1st time. 🙂

Years ago, most of the dancers I met seemed like normal girls who worked at a club because it was fun or they were exhibitionists or enjoyed talking to selective customers or enjoyed turning guys on. Most had decent paying jobs and didn't need to make a lot of money at the club; just enough to cover expenses and a little extra. I met teachers, nurses, veterinary techs, engineering techs and even a dancer who had a degree in mathematics who wouldn't take a tip for her time because she enjoyed talking with me.

Now, the clubs seem to be populated with dancers who are desperate losers who appear to be under a lot of stress and try to extract every dollar they can. And the clubs too seem to be set up for maximum money extraction.

For the times, they are a-changin - and at the clubs it hasn't been good.

I was in my 20's and went with a bachelor party. There seemed to only be a few dancers in the club who I didn't find particularly attractive and they were (understandably) focused on the groom to be. I can't say I enjoyed the experience. It was kind of awkward really.

I didn't go again until several years later. By this point I was living in a different city and had just had a breakup. This time I did my research and picked a club that was much more interactive. The hands on experience got me hooked.

18. Spent 4-5 hours to get 2 dances. Now I'm in and out in under an hour with 2-3 ldks.

I have no idea at all. I do remember my first Extras trip though. It was in Miami at a place called Les Gals.

I went once at 26, and then went 4 years without going again lol Now I'm going twice a month

What's changed?

Mom and Pop clubs were the majority over corporate clubs and - wait for it - the clubs paid the dancers to work instead of how now the dancers pay the clubs to work. Yeah it was a different world.

My first extras were at 23, at Seductions in Niagara Falls. Blew my mind (and dick).

I was mid 20's. Went to Archibald's in DC. Got as far as walking upstairs to the second floor entrance and chickened out and turned back around. My first actual visit was at the Brass Stables in Nashville a year or two later. I LDKd from a table dance, long before I had any knowledge of that expression :)

17. It was awesome. From my perspective, not much has changed. Some dancers fuck, some don't.

It was the summer after I graduated college and a buddy took my drunk ass (and a few others) to a strip club because it was open after all the regular bars closed. I very hot and also drunk stripper grabbed me took me to the lapdance room (we were the only ones in there) and we performed oral sex on each other.

I thought “what the heck have I been missing this is awesome” and went back by myself a few weeks later sober. It sucked, the stripper I had met was sober too and barely remember me. It would be years before I stepped into a strip club again.

My first time at an SC, I was just out of college in the very early 90's. A buddy had heard that a college acquaintance had taken up dancing at a club near our house, and we thought it was a good idea to surprise her. She got on stage, got the girls out, and then saw us leering from stage side. She was semi pissed, saying "you GUUUYYYYYSSSSS" like she was surprised/annoyed but knew it was a risk and she just had to take it. What could she do? We paid, she showed her tits. We weren't even that close, so that was that. She sat with us for a minute later, I can't remember if she asked if we wanted dances. Now, I wish she did and I had said yes.

Later that night, I got dance from a countryside looking hottie... great curves, doe eyes, a 10 years out of date hairstyle, hi quality single mom material if I ever saw it. She definitely had rocked hard to "Pour Some Sugar on Me" in a Camaro at some point. I had about $20 and dances were $10. She gave me a good solid grind dance, and I was entranced. As in mesmerized, like a rodent staring into the eyes of Nag. She said "the next one is free" and I went with that. At some point she said "it's an extra $20 if you come in you pants" which I thought was pretty raunchy (still do, you sick LDK fucks). The counting went out the window, and after a while she stopped and said, "ok that's 10 dances". I knew I was screwed. I mumbled "but I thought that you LIKED me"... yes it happened and I said it, and I am not so much embarrassed for me, but embarrassed for the ignorant little twit that I once was. Actually, I take that back. He deserved it. What a dumbass letting a dancer run past his known cash reserves. What did I think was going to happen? A free pass? Magic?

She didn't miss a beat and demanded full payment. I told her I could write a check and had to go to my car to get my checkbook. Which in itself is telling bc nobody writes checks now, and I would never leave any financial instrument in my car in the Seattle of today. She made me leave my ID with her while I went to the car. Smart. She made me add a tip and I wrote out a check for $120. I remember her saying "this check BETTER not bounce" and I was genuinely worried that it would and that she would come find me. Mistake #20 of that night: letting a girl in her underwear intimidate you. I made it out alive, pride wounded, and she cashed her check. I remember seeing the check come back to me with the details of it being cashed, and thinking "oh so that's her real name". Sandi or Mandi or something like that.

In hindsight, that experience was very good for me. It kept me out of strip clubs for a few years, during a time of my life where there was plenty of hot young pussy to go around. The Painted Whores (PWs) of Seattle could wait for later phases of my life. I learned to not let a dancer overcount or keep going when it was time to stop. I learned to not club if I don't have the money available to lose. As in, if the dance is crap and I may just as well have lit the money on fire, I can afford it and I'm not bothered by the loss. And maybe more than anything, not to take dancers and strip clubs too seriously, being able to brush off a bad (or good) experience is part of the skillset.

Today, the club is gone, leveled and replaced by a pet clinic. I head once that the Ramones played there in the 80s before it became a strip club. I bet they did. Sandi-Mandi is most likely in her mid 50's and caring for grandchildren, having long since fulfilled her role as a hot single mom making the long drive from Carnation or Marysville to Seattle and back. Maybe she became a certified nursing assistant or a realtor or something. I'll never know!

Been going regularly for more than 12 years. It use to be more fun. Dancers with decent hustle and at least average money management ability lived comfortably and did not worry about money. It's bittersweet now, the dances are as good, but it's sad to see them worry about money.

I went a couple times back in the air dance days. Just seemed like overpriced, very soft-core porn.

19. I went with somebody who was my boyfriend at the time. And met up with one of his close friends, as soon as we show our IDs, the door girl is telling him to keep an eye on the friend because he’s already drunk. We had fun at the club. And I had plenty of lapdances because the friend bought $600 worth of club funny money and he was fine with us using some of it. Then it became less fun when we figured out that he left the club, so we also left and drove for a little bit and sure enough up ahead there was his vehicle rolled over and the police were already there.

What has changed is that I haven’t been surrounded by as many self-destructive personalities in the past few years.