Getting a bj over the pants with her hand under my shorts jerking me off at a known extras club when one of the other known extras provider walked by and loudly exclaimed āoh my god!ā To her testament it was out in the open floor where dances are to be served.
New Orleans, just after the hurricaneā¦..all fucked upā¦.seperated from my group trying to find my hotel on bourbon. Got bamboozled into a black strip club, did a danceā¦..didnāt have any money! Stumble to the atm and over tip from embarrassment.
Couple of my friends and I went to a dive stripclub (no longer in business) in our hometown when we were in town for Easter one year.
What a train wreck. The manager (guy we went to Jr High with) and a customer got into a fist fight by the stage. They were both so drugged out it was like watching a fight in slow motion. There were 5 of us and 2 other "normal" guys there at the tip rail and we all were stage tipping heavily on the 4 dancers that were there. One dancer tried to go twice in a row and got into a hair pulling fight with the next dancer that was coming to the stage. One of the guys (not in my group) took out a credit card and swiped it between a dancers butt cheeks during her stage show when she was bent over like he was swiping it at a gas pump. She went crazy, but at least this guy was tipping her well. Next I look over and the one "moron" in out group kept picking up the $1s of the stage and recycling them back to the dancers. I can't believe anybody that worked there didn't pick up on that. I was just waiting for someone to see that and for us to end up getting jumped. My group and the other 2 guys that were at the stage tipping, were the only people in that club that weren't on drugs, including the entire staff.
It's experiences like this that will make many people second guess every stepping foot into a strip club ever again.
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Mine is probably familiar. I thought I was an accomplished monger and savvy in the club. Got taken for $400 paid up front before āleaving the clubā for OTC. She ghosted and I waited for a stupidly long amount of time before I realized Iād been taken. Good tuition expense as I learned from it.
My most embarrassing moment happened last year. I had a dancer sitting at my side at a table about six feet back from the stage. This was around midnight on a Friday night when the club was packed: standing room only. I was chugging a beer when all of a sudden I felt an itch in my throat and coughed. Foamy beer went flying out of my mouth and shot out almost six feet to the stage. If you remember how Triple H would spit water out during his ring entrances during the WWF Attitude Era, it was kind of like that. Luckily, the discharge didn't hit anyone, but it got my shirt, pants, and carpet wet. I think the dancer was a little disgusted like I was a drunk or something, but she would 'stand by her man' and go to the VIP room with me later.
I have been kicked out of SC's many times. While I wouldn't say these were embarrassing instances, it always caused a big scene where the whole club had eyes on a dinosaur facing off with bouncers rather than watching the stage show. I stood up to ROB's and cunts in those instances, and management decided to side with the thieves and lesbians. I'll admit, I was guilty of being a little overdramatic in those situations to signal to other customers how disingenuous that particular establishment was.
At Follies a dancer went under my table and was giving me a BBBJ without my requesting it. One dancer noticed it and said "Save something for VIP. A TUSCL member also noticed it and said "I hope your are charging him VIP prices for that".
I almost always club solo, but was on a work trip to San Diego, and several of my co-workers wanted to go to a strip club. San Diego used to have some very divey ripoff nude clubs on Rosecrans, just off I-5, not sure if they are still there or not. No LDs, the show was only on a stage like a movie theater. Well it was boring as hell and I fell asleep. My co-workers never let me forget about falling asleep in a strip club, although I would have to use that term charitably.
My second worst was back when I first started strip clubbing big time. A girl had agreed to see me OTC and asked for the money up front. and being naive I paid her up front. I went to the agreed place to meet her and she was a no-show.
Was it in VIP hooking up with a stripper. I had taken everything off but my sneakers. I said Iām gonna cum on your chest. She said $100 more, Iām like yeah yeah whatever baby. I mid fucking, you canāt have me agree legally to anything, Iām in a state of durress. She did not like that I wasnāt gonna payout that extra $100 afterward. It got heated. But this cunt took my clothes on the ground and ran out! I popped my head out of the curtains and began having a big back and forth. HEYYYY I yelled. Traded obscenities. She then ran off to who knows where with my pants/shirt/boxers. I still had my keys/wallet/phone with me as I set it off to the side. I then said fuck it time to make a break for it and just ran out to my car. Fuck it all. It mustāve been and odd sight for the other customers to see a naked dude sprinting past them randomly but with the nude girls dancing on stage, I felt maybe I brought balance to the club on that night. A yin to the yang.
Accidentally splooged on a dancer's leg. She was a good sport about it. But what made it funny is at the beginning of our VIP session she warned me she was "really grossed out" by jizz lmao.
My most embarrassing moment happened years ago at a club in a suburb of San Diego. Don't remember the name of the club, just that it was in a decent area. It was around happy hour; there was no bouncer at the door so I just walked in. The club had a good crowd and one of the dancers walking around caught my eye and smiled. I went up to her to talk. As I got closer, she backed away and began screaming. WTF was her problem? I was blocked by a bouncer from getting closer and learned the club had something like a 3 ft. rule. I apologized and explained I was on vacation and didn't know the rules. I thought it best to get out of there ASAP.
One of the most awkward times was years ago. This girl offered me a ride home. So i was in the back seat next to a car seat. Her man is driving. I just fucked her in the club... He was trying to make small talm š š
Another time was leaving a club. I saw a fat black prostitute in the back alley holler at me. P-Up was her street name. I said hey can I fuck your ass for $20. It was a great deal, how could you say no? So anyway I'm fucking her ass behind the dumpster, getting real loud with it, AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!!!! I finish and say hey thanks P-Up! "P-Up, that ain't my name, Pre Op" Pre Op? I said back, WTF is that. She then whips out her dick and it was bigger than mine. I shook my head, put my hands on my hips said OHHHH MAN then the curb your enthusiasm theme began to play out of nowhere.
I almost got robd once. She made all these promises then in the vip room was like that was to get in here. I need more to dance more to strip more for whatever. So i was like no thanks and just made her sit there for half an hour while i played bwithb with my phone. The bitch was livid š š
I was getting a lap dance in a semi-private booth. After a dance or two the girl whips out a condom and we agree to $100.
Now keep in mind that these booths are semi-private. There is a curtin covering the door, but there is also a small open window. This is for the bouncers who make rounds every 5 minutes or so. They just glace in probably to make sure that no one is getting too much action without paying for the more expensive VIP booth.
To avoid detection she just unzips my pants, pulls out my cock, and pushes aside her g-string for entry. She was riding me cowgirl, and to any pasding bouncer it would look like a regular lap dance.
She didn't have any tissues with her, so I left the conom on afterwards, figuring that I could tidy up in the men's room. But as I was leaving the lap dance the condon fell off. And slid down my pants. Then it was on the floor. At just that moment a bouncer was walking by. He didn't notice at that time. I prentended that nothing happened and immediately exited the club.
My biggest fear was being banned, as it was close to home and was my favorite club. I stayed away for several months hoping that I wouldn't be remembered. I was nervous as hell my first time back but was in the clear.
I have no idea if the stripper got in trouble when the condom was eventually found.
Nothing is embarrassing if you have sufficient Jack in your bloodstream. As a rick this lionās blood is like 10% Jack and like 90% lion blood.
Wellā¦maybe thereās a soupƧon of ginger beer and lime from the last Tennessee Mule I drank (thatās Jack, Ginger, and a touch of lime my friends). And I did drink a Brandy Alexander a few years ago and I think crĆØme de cacao stays in your bloodstream for a while.
Anyhooā¦I digress. My larger point is that alcohol is both the cause of much embarrassment and the cure for said embarrassment. ROAR!!!
When I first started going to clubs, smoking was legal indoors. I came home after a very fruitful club visit and was immediately greeted by my aunt who was in town visiting.
She gave me a hug and told me I smelled like an ashtray. She told me how bad smoky was for me, especially being a college basketball player. I didnāt wanna argue with her although I wasnāt smoking. I just listened. I couldnāt tell her that I had Sasha in my lap.
Later on my parents revisited the conversation with me. They were not nearly as Midwest conservative as my aunt was and willing to hear me out. I explained that I was around some people that smoked, but I didnāt smoke. I knew that wasnāt good for me as an athlete. I didnāt joked with my mom that I was too cheap to buy cigarettes anyway. The whole laugh and said that was very very true.
Ever since then, Iāve made sure to carry a change of clothes in my car when Iām planning to visit the club and a bottle of body spray. Smoking is banned indoors now everywhere Iāve been clubbing, but itās become a habit.
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New Orleans, just after the hurricaneā¦..all fucked upā¦.seperated from my group trying to find my hotel on bourbon. Got bamboozled into a black strip club, did a danceā¦..didnāt have any money! Stumble to the atm and over tip from embarrassment.
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Couple of my friends and I went to a dive stripclub (no longer in business) in our hometown when we were in town for Easter one year.
What a train wreck. The manager (guy we went to Jr High with) and a customer got into a fist fight by the stage. They were both so drugged out it was like watching a fight in slow motion. There were 5 of us and 2 other "normal" guys there at the tip rail and we all were stage tipping heavily on the 4 dancers that were there. One dancer tried to go twice in a row and got into a hair pulling fight with the next dancer that was coming to the stage. One of the guys (not in my group) took out a credit card and swiped it between a dancers butt cheeks during her stage show when she was bent over like he was swiping it at a gas pump. She went crazy, but at least this guy was tipping her well. Next I look over and the one "moron" in out group kept picking up the $1s of the stage and recycling them back to the dancers. I can't believe anybody that worked there didn't pick up on that. I was just waiting for someone to see that and for us to end up getting jumped. My group and the other 2 guys that were at the stage tipping, were the only people in that club that weren't on drugs, including the entire staff.
It's experiences like this that will make many people second guess every stepping foot into a strip club ever again.
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@OP - when starting a thread like this itās forum etiquette to offer your own account to get things started.
Mine is probably familiar. I thought I was an accomplished monger and savvy in the club. Got taken for $400 paid up front before āleaving the clubā for OTC. She ghosted and I waited for a stupidly long amount of time before I realized Iād been taken. Good tuition expense as I learned from it.
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My most embarrassing moment happened last year. I had a dancer sitting at my side at a table about six feet back from the stage. This was around midnight on a Friday night when the club was packed: standing room only. I was chugging a beer when all of a sudden I felt an itch in my throat and coughed. Foamy beer went flying out of my mouth and shot out almost six feet to the stage. If you remember how Triple H would spit water out during his ring entrances during the WWF Attitude Era, it was kind of like that. Luckily, the discharge didn't hit anyone, but it got my shirt, pants, and carpet wet. I think the dancer was a little disgusted like I was a drunk or something, but she would 'stand by her man' and go to the VIP room with me later.
I have been kicked out of SC's many times. While I wouldn't say these were embarrassing instances, it always caused a big scene where the whole club had eyes on a dinosaur facing off with bouncers rather than watching the stage show. I stood up to ROB's and cunts in those instances, and management decided to side with the thieves and lesbians. I'll admit, I was guilty of being a little overdramatic in those situations to signal to other customers how disingenuous that particular establishment was.
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At Follies a dancer went under my table and was giving me a BBBJ without my requesting it. One dancer noticed it and said "Save something for VIP. A TUSCL member also noticed it and said "I hope your are charging him VIP prices for that".
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I almost always club solo, but was on a work trip to San Diego, and several of my co-workers wanted to go to a strip club. San Diego used to have some very divey ripoff nude clubs on Rosecrans, just off I-5, not sure if they are still there or not. No LDs, the show was only on a stage like a movie theater. Well it was boring as hell and I fell asleep. My co-workers never let me forget about falling asleep in a strip club, although I would have to use that term charitably.
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Mine had to be when I got robbed by the Bandits with badges in Tijuana.
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My second worst was back when I first started strip clubbing big time. A girl had agreed to see me OTC and asked for the money up front. and being naive I paid her up front. I went to the agreed place to meet her and she was a no-show.
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It's what I get for trusting people. (like an idiot.)
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Was it in VIP hooking up with a stripper. I had taken everything off but my sneakers. I said Iām gonna cum on your chest. She said $100 more, Iām like yeah yeah whatever baby. I mid fucking, you canāt have me agree legally to anything, Iām in a state of durress. She did not like that I wasnāt gonna payout that extra $100 afterward. It got heated. But this cunt took my clothes on the ground and ran out! I popped my head out of the curtains and began having a big back and forth. HEYYYY I yelled. Traded obscenities. She then ran off to who knows where with my pants/shirt/boxers. I still had my keys/wallet/phone with me as I set it off to the side. I then said fuck it time to make a break for it and just ran out to my car. Fuck it all. It mustāve been and odd sight for the other customers to see a naked dude sprinting past them randomly but with the nude girls dancing on stage, I felt maybe I brought balance to the club on that night. A yin to the yang.
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Accidentally splooged on a dancer's leg. She was a good sport about it. But what made it funny is at the beginning of our VIP session she warned me she was "really grossed out" by jizz lmao.
She didn't mind a finger in her ass though!
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My most embarrassing moment happened years ago at a club in a suburb of San Diego. Don't remember the name of the club, just that it was in a decent area. It was around happy hour; there was no bouncer at the door so I just walked in. The club had a good crowd and one of the dancers walking around caught my eye and smiled. I went up to her to talk. As I got closer, she backed away and began screaming. WTF was her problem? I was blocked by a bouncer from getting closer and learned the club had something like a 3 ft. rule. I apologized and explained I was on vacation and didn't know the rules. I thought it best to get out of there ASAP.
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I don't really get embarrassed.
One of the most awkward times was years ago. This girl offered me a ride home. So i was in the back seat next to a car seat. Her man is driving. I just fucked her in the club... He was trying to make small talm š š
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Another time was leaving a club. I saw a fat black prostitute in the back alley holler at me. P-Up was her street name. I said hey can I fuck your ass for $20. It was a great deal, how could you say no? So anyway I'm fucking her ass behind the dumpster, getting real loud with it, AHHH AHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHHH!!!! I finish and say hey thanks P-Up! "P-Up, that ain't my name, Pre Op" Pre Op? I said back, WTF is that. She then whips out her dick and it was bigger than mine. I shook my head, put my hands on my hips said OHHHH MAN then the curb your enthusiasm theme began to play out of nowhere.
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There was the time I was having tea in the vip and forgot to lift my pinkie. Oh the shame!
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^ Your doctor can prescribe pills that will help pinky rise
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I almost got robd once. She made all these promises then in the vip room was like that was to get in here. I need more to dance more to strip more for whatever. So i was like no thanks and just made her sit there for half an hour while i played bwithb with my phone. The bitch was livid š š
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I was getting a lap dance in a semi-private booth. After a dance or two the girl whips out a condom and we agree to $100.
Now keep in mind that these booths are semi-private. There is a curtin covering the door, but there is also a small open window. This is for the bouncers who make rounds every 5 minutes or so. They just glace in probably to make sure that no one is getting too much action without paying for the more expensive VIP booth.
To avoid detection she just unzips my pants, pulls out my cock, and pushes aside her g-string for entry. She was riding me cowgirl, and to any pasding bouncer it would look like a regular lap dance.
She didn't have any tissues with her, so I left the conom on afterwards, figuring that I could tidy up in the men's room. But as I was leaving the lap dance the condon fell off. And slid down my pants. Then it was on the floor. At just that moment a bouncer was walking by. He didn't notice at that time. I prentended that nothing happened and immediately exited the club.
My biggest fear was being banned, as it was close to home and was my favorite club. I stayed away for several months hoping that I wouldn't be remembered. I was nervous as hell my first time back but was in the clear.
I have no idea if the stripper got in trouble when the condom was eventually found.
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You guys supposed to some pretty good and funny ones!
The pinky one though is serious.
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posted ... Not 'supposed to'...The edit option would be nice... But in all reality I should have proofread before posting.
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Nothing is embarrassing if you have sufficient Jack in your bloodstream. As a rick this lionās blood is like 10% Jack and like 90% lion blood.
Wellā¦maybe thereās a soupƧon of ginger beer and lime from the last Tennessee Mule I drank (thatās Jack, Ginger, and a touch of lime my friends). And I did drink a Brandy Alexander a few years ago and I think crĆØme de cacao stays in your bloodstream for a while.
Anyhooā¦I digress. My larger point is that alcohol is both the cause of much embarrassment and the cure for said embarrassment. ROAR!!!
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When I first started going to clubs, smoking was legal indoors. I came home after a very fruitful club visit and was immediately greeted by my aunt who was in town visiting.
She gave me a hug and told me I smelled like an ashtray. She told me how bad smoky was for me, especially being a college basketball player. I didnāt wanna argue with her although I wasnāt smoking. I just listened. I couldnāt tell her that I had Sasha in my lap.
Later on my parents revisited the conversation with me. They were not nearly as Midwest conservative as my aunt was and willing to hear me out. I explained that I was around some people that smoked, but I didnāt smoke. I knew that wasnāt good for me as an athlete. I didnāt joked with my mom that I was too cheap to buy cigarettes anyway. The whole laugh and said that was very very true.
Ever since then, Iāve made sure to carry a change of clothes in my car when Iām planning to visit the club and a bottle of body spray. Smoking is banned indoors now everywhere Iāve been clubbing, but itās become a habit.
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Lol icey you define that as a rob situation yet if anyone else posted the same youd be saying theyre a geriatric trick looking for a hooker etc
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