Busted…?

I got busted by the floor walker in VIP… banned from the club for three months.

The owner of a club saw me and a girl on camera doing some stuff he didn’t like and came barreling into the room and started yelling at us. We weren’t fucking or enjoying oral niceties but it would definitely be considered an extra. Anyway, she fled to the dressing room while he continued to berate me in an open, but slightly more remote area of the club from the open bar area.

I was in the wrong (though I’d done much more prohibited activities in that club often, and in the years since) but I figured it was like getting a speeding ticket for going 70 in a 55. Yeah, everyone does it but it’s still illegal so I was just taking my medicine. I just kept apologizing and telling him he was right as I wanted to try and de-escalate. He was saying he’d come to my office and disrespect me like I’d done to him. I kept nodding and apologizing but I was pretty thankful that I’d never used a credit card in that club and I was also known by my dancer name so there was no way he’d ever find me unless he had a way to look up the license plate on my car. Made it easier to suck it up and take it.

Anyway, after 15-20 minutes of this he was done. He said he was getting harassed by the liquor board and had to be careful. I knew they’d been ratcheting up the enforcement of pasties and other liquor board restrictions so I got it. He offered to buy me a drink but I said it would be better if I left.

I stayed away from the club for a few months and I’ve seen him since, but I doubt he remembers me. Worst part is the girl left the club for a year or so. I reconnected with her at another club, and again when she came back, but the magic was gone. Loss of a potential fave was the real cost here, but sometimes that’s the cost of doing business.

[Some details changed or left out to not dox myself.]

Back around 2012 at the Columbia Platinum Plus, I was in the men's room when the smoking police made a raid. I returned to my table and lit up. There was an ash tray on my table. I did notice an older female close by with clip board that was taking notes. A short time later myself and about 10 other customers were taken to the lobby and given citations for smoking. It was a $25 fine that I mailed in. I complained to the manager. He apologized saying that they usually get a warning when a raid is coming. He gave me 2 chits for free drinks.

I guess I am lucky that the one citation is the only one that I have gotten considering. :) BTW I don't smoke anymore.

Not by the manager, nor was I banned, but by a waitress.

I was in the VIP, about 10 minutes into getting a really nice blowjob, when the waitress comes in with the dancer's drink, that she'd forgotten at the bar. Dancer didn't even slow down, just pointed at the table. Waitress left. Dancer finished me up, and I asked if she was going to get in trouble.

"No. She's an even bigger whore than I am."

Back in 2024, I was in a VIP room with a dancer. I was rubbing her clit, and she had her hand down my pants stroking my veiny shaft. I caught the manage peeking through closed Persian blinds on the side of the wall. He may have first noticed us on a night vision camera that I didn't see. Then, he walked into the VIP room and cussed me out, saying I can't do this and that. It killed the mood and was embarrassing, but I wasn't kicked out. The dancer apologized because she was enjoying the session too. Apparently, other managers didn't care what two consenting adults did in private, but this guy had a tick up his ass.

Not busted but “busted in on.” I was in an extras friendly club where the individual lapdance areas were each private and surrounded by curtains. I was on 2nd base with a dancer heading to 3rd when a bouncer stormed in and physically removed the dancer because her regular had arrived and was mad she wasn’t waiting for him. The fear in her eyes was real. I zipped up, buttoned up and exited the lapdance area a few min later. The dancer was getting screamed at/scolded at by her regular. This has been a situation I had witnessed before at this club, same dancer, same regular. I was there 3 times a year, apparently this guy was probably there 3 times a week. This was a high end club so I’m guessing this guy had very deep pockets and pushed his weight around as such.

Yeah a few times but nothing happened. One time a bouncer busted us but the manager said he was giving us a warning. After the bouncer walked away he said we had extra time and wouldn’t be bothered again.

Another time a favorite of mine pranked me with the waitress. She stood up and I had my cock out. The waitress told me to stand up and not to fix myself. She proceeded to grab it shake it and say “Nice to meet you” while the dancer just started laughing. After that she said not to worry and that everyone knew and no one cared.

"Were you reprimanded, kicked out…banned from the club??? Was she?"

It depends on the club and the dancer at the club who's involved. I've had times where I was hitting a dancer from the back and the DJ walked up and gave me a fist bump, and I've had times where nothing that actually happened yet and the VIP managers were in there like I had a knife to her throat. Something might have been by her throat but it wasn't a knife lol...

Nice blonde was on her knees giving me a BJ when another dancer walked in. "What are you doing?" the second dancer asked. "What does it look like," the blonde says. Second dancers says: "I want some." So she kneels down and goes to town on my cock. Maybe my best club day ever - in part because second dancer departs without asking for a cent.

1. Was finishing a roach with a dancer out on the patio at Desire in PVD and a big Black bouncer stormed back there and yelled at us. I tried the de-escalation schtick and it just got him angrier, so I bolted.

2. In Silk's Downtown Milwaukee the bouncer walked in on me twice to chastise me for touching a dancer with my hands below her waist (i.e. her hips), so I finally said fuck it and took off for Silks on the Water around the block, never to return.

3. A former regular at Risque Philadelphia was already riding me cowgirl before the VIP bouncer walked back with our drinks. We just paused in place, took the drinks and thanked him, and he left. Tipping the VIP guy in an extras club isn't just a charitable act.

Yes, I was kicked out of and banned from Mardi Gras, a relatively high-end-but-low-mileage club in Atlanta back in 2017. I’ve told this story in discussions here before, but I’ll recap it for the newbies and provide a link to the full review.

I was with friend, dancer, and former TUSCL contributor Eve Hartley, whom I was introducing to a bunch of clubs on her first-ever trip to Atlanta.

Long story short: Eve and I had just started a 30-minute VIP with a sweet young dancer who was very much into Eve (and vice versa). Within the first minute, at the insistence of the Mardi Gras dancer, both girls were completely naked. I started out by caressing them and enjoying the sight of them eating each other out, when, about five or so minutes in, we got busted, thrown out, and told never to return.

Eve, being, truly, one of the most gifted writers ever on TUSCL, posted a full review from her perspective. You’ll probably need VIP status here to be able to read it. You might want to make a sandwich first, though, as it’s a long, detailed review. Definitely worth reading. tuscl.net

A few years back I knew a cute lil blonde moaner who got offended if I asked her to do anything beyond OTP to completion. That was her limit. I wrote about it in a review. She showed it to the manager.

His response? "I don't know, hon. I'm on his side. You probably should've just gone ahead and blown him." I laughed so god damn hard when she told me that.

I was at a small totally nude strip club located out in the boondocks. It had one VIP area located right next to the bar. The VIP area was enclosed by what looked like an opaque shower curtain. Inside was a bed with cushions and a CCTV camera which fed directly to a TV monitor at the bar.

The dancer assured me the barmaid (an older woman who looked like she ate nails for breakfast), won't see anything because she can position herself to block the camera.

I paid the barmaid for the VIP and the dancer quickly got to work. Next the curtain gets drawn back and the barmaid is standing there with a baseball bat. She tells me to get off the bed and then she removes the cushions. As I was zipping up my pants, I asked the barmaid what's going on. She said that she was looking for a wallet a customer lost earlier in the evening. The dancer disappeared and I disappeared out the front door.

I had two incidents several years apart at two different clubs with the SAME fucking bouncer.

First was at Follies. They had small rooms near a pool table with just beads over the door. This was before extras were common there. The dancer pulled my shorts down just enough to free Willy. This guy saw this from across the club and came storming over. He walked me out the door.

Several years later, he was working up the road a bit at Shooter's Alley. This was a club where extras were the norm. They had row of VIP rooms down a hall. Beaded doorways again. The benches in the rooms all faced the back wall. I later noticed a mirror at the end of the hall. The bouncer could stand at one end and use the mirror to see what was going on in the rooms.

The girl and I started to get down to business when the asshole bouncer walks in. This time he is yelling at the girl. Telling her he is not stupid and knows damn well what she is doing back here. If that shit is going on "you better be taking care of me!!" I simply handed him a $20. He yelled at her some more "See, that what I'm talking about!" He left. We got back to fucking.

When I left, he was outside on the sidewalk. He slapped my back, shook my hand and said he hoped I had a good time.