Most frightening experience at a club

Almost sounds like the Bronx tale. Should have had Chaz Palmeteri (sp?) and his crew working there. ("Now youse can't leave.")

A 1 (more like a negative infinity) at Dollie’s asking me for a dollar parade tip

I had a black dancer with a yeast infection shove her cooter in ny face.

^ Why would you have her do that? Just a new experience?

How about being drugged and robbed (of $$$$) and waking up in a hotel you don't remember ever going to? tuscl.net

I wrote about this before. I was in the Oasis in Camden NJ in the 80s. 5 or 6 bikers wearing colors walk into the bar and go to the front near the pole/stage and told 3 regular looking dudes sitting there that they were in their seats and to get up. The “regular guys” don’t move and one said real loud, “Go fuck yourselves”. They get in each other faces, yelling threats, and one of the regular dudes pulls a gun and points it at a biker. Bouncer and bartender somehow de-escalates and the bikers leave. I was shitting bricks. Bartender then tells me “regular guys” were Camden cops. I left immediately and didn’t go back for a while.

Went to a downtown dive club in Louisville one time, and this one chick had the longest pussy slit I have ever seen. My hand would not have covered the length of it.

I have told this one before. About 30 years ago I am in Providence, at the long gone Hawk's lounge, having a beer at the bar. A very drunk dancer or hooker asks for a drink. The bartender tells her she is shut off. She pulls out a gun, right next to me, the guy on the other side of her smashes her arm straight up. The shot hits the ceiling and plaster rains down. She gets thrown out by two customers. Baack to normal 65 seconds later. Insanity.

@phantomgeek

I didn't ask. She just stood up on the couch in the vip room and shoved her cooter in my face. I almost vomitted on the spot.

^ Yeah, but you said you had her do it. Phrasing, man, phrasing. ; p

Had as is it happened.

Thankfully I haven’t had any scary experiences in the strip club, but 30 years ago on a trip to Las Vegas, I picked up a hot girl in the hotel bar who turned out to be an escort. She came back to my room with me and drank literally everything in the room mini bar which then reacted with whatever drugs she was on. Before I could fuck her she passed out, and I couldn’t wake her up. Her pulse and breathing became so weak that I literally thought that she had died. I started to panic and started thinking all kinds of crazy things about what to do - like maybe drag her lifeless body out to the elevator and send her down to the lobby. But I ended up calling the front desk who called 911. After an agonizing several minutes, paramedics arrived and took her away. They asked me a lot of questions and when they realized I didn’t know her name they pretty much figured out the situation. Evidently this wasn’t a rare occurrence in Vegas in the 90’s, but it scared the shit out of me.

A dead hooker in a Vegas hotel room with a guy who claims " he don't know nuttin'!" was just another Tuesday in 90s Vegas.

Is this why they got rid of free parking at the casinos?

Lesson learned.

Years ago I was in a sleazy part of Akron Ohio in a sleazy club. I parked right by the door thinking that was a good idea. Went into the club and no dancers would approach me. I wasn’t “scared” by the clientele but I was watching my back. I obviously didn’t fit in because every white guy there dressed like they raided Eminem’s closet.

Eventually a huge fight broke out and 4 to 6 guys got into a fight, throwing punches and furniture. These guys were all big but fat, not athletic. I still was not frightened but thought, when this clears up I’m leaving, only I couldn’t at that moment because the fight had spilled out by the only entrance into the parking lot.

Things calm down, I leave, it’s raining at this point too on a brisk November day. The next morning I walk out to my car from my hotel (for once MY personal car and not a rental like I usually have) and my hood is all scratched up. My first theory is the fight that spilled outside likely ended up on the hood of my car which was right be the main entrance to the club.

Considering all these guys in the fight I would guess weighed at least 230+ I’m lucky my hood isn’t dented. This is when I became frightened because the scratches were bad. Luckily I had a professional detail and buff job and took the majority of the scratches out. Enough I could live with it.

I’ve never parked close to the entrance again. I won’t even do that at a sports bar now.