What is your outlook on dancers all together?
I think dancers are some of the hottest beings on the planet. Many have rocking bodies and exactly the right amount of perviness to suit my tastes in women.
What is your tipping style? Examples - Strict $1, what do you expect when you give a dancer a tip, etc..?
I make it a point to always sit near the stage and tip. I keep as many ones on hand as I can, and I like a waitress who understands this. Not many appear to.... I expect just a little interaction for $1. Enough interaction to see if she's what I'm looking for as far as more serious fun (lap dances).
What do you expect out of a lapdance and VIP rooms?
For lap dances, I always expect that MMWV (my mileage will vary). I am happiest with lapdances when the dancer is not only beautiful but also very easy to talk to. I love verbal/mental stimulation just as much as the physical, so if she can talk dirty (or sweet) to me, I'm in heaven.
About the only thing I know to expect in VIP is that MMWV even more than with lap dances. The Holy Grail experience in VIP would be what actually happened to me once during a 3 for $120 nude lap dance session at the Spearmint Rhino CoI.
The dancer I had the incredible good fortune to hook up with was so skilled at giving lap dances that, without removing any of my clothing, by positioning my crotch under her body with her hand, and then grinding in my lap intensely, she gave me a mindblowing orgasm during the third song. I even had to ask her late in the first song to slow down or I wouldn't last!
I wish I could marry that girl...!
So anyway, that would be the best case VIP treatment. For a simply satisfying experience, I would settle for just a little more intensity, a little more verbal and physical stimulation, and naughty interaction than I could get during a lap dance setting. I'm cool with keeping the interaction within legal limits, though.
Do you pay for talking time and/or do you offer to buy drinks or will you buy the dancer a drink if she asks? Or do you refuse under all circumstances to buy a dancer a drink?
If I am attracted enough to the dancer that I would be willing to take her for lap dances, then I definitely would buy her a drink if she wanted one.
Are you the type of customer that likes to approach dancers your self or vice-versa?
A little of both. I don't like being asked within the first 5-10 minutes of entering a new club, but I do like being asked. It's definitely a turn on when a beautiful young woman comes up to a middle aged man like me and asks if I'd like a dance.
I'm probably more comfortable with approaching the dancers myself, however. I will definitely tell a dancer after her stage show that I'm interested in her if I am. I will also go find a dancer that I like and approach her if I find that for some reason she didn't ask me.
If you only like certain dancers and one you don't like approaches you, how do you react to her?
Definitely an awkward situation, but I do politely say "No thank you, dear."
What kind of club attracts you?
I love the nude clubs the best. I'm not a drinker, so that's not what I go looking for. I do like the high end clubs like Spearmint Rhino.
And do you ask dancers for extras?
On occasion, I will truthfully tell a dancer that "I'm horny as hell" or something like that. That invitation to offer extras has never led to anything more than stimulating talk, however.
If you ask for extras, what is usually the percentage that agree to extras?
A difficult question to answer exactly, and so I'm going to have a very long answer with all of my best examples. For me, the answer is maybe 15%? (3 for 20? 6 for 40?) I remember three specific incidences where extras were offered after I made my intentions known.
One time I walked into the Pink Poodle in San Jose and found Asia so attractive that I told her I'd love to meet her afterwards. She took me to one of her favorite restaurants, and we had a sexy bath in my hotel room. We didn't have sex (she said she didn't know me well enough, and I respected that), but she did lie next to me nude, let me rub my hands on her body, and she watched as I masturbated. We exchanged phone numbers, but that was the only time we ever got together.
Another time (actually before the Pink Poodle), I walked into the New Century Theater in San Francisco after having read on tuscl that the girls at the NCT will take you to private room and have sex with you. I went into the club actually looking for one dancer to meet and have sex with, if that was offered. While waiting for her, I ran afoul of another dancer that I wasn't interested in that would not take "No Thank You, Dear" for an answer. Happily, I did extricate myself from the first girl, and I did find the second. And just as the reviews on tuscl indicated, she was more than willing to take me to a private room for 30 minutes of fun, very clean half and half sex.
The third time was at the Spearmint Rhino at downtown LA, where I hit it off with a thin black dancer who used my line on me (told me she was horny). We went for a hot session in the lapdance room, and I satisfied my foot fetish by massaging and kissing her feet. At the end of the dances, I bought her a drink, and she pinched my nipples and offered me sex (I presume in a VIP room at the club). On that occasion, I politely declined her offer. Frankly, I was a little inhibited and self-concious because I had developed a mild case of E.D. (due to taking anti-depressants).
I have had three other instances where extras were offered or hinted at even though they were unsolicited on my part. My first visit ever to a strip club was at the Cheetah III in Pompano Beach, FL, when I was 18. On that occasion, a dancer danced a set for me, then went over to have a conversation with a man sitting at another table. She then came back to dance for me some more and asked me if I wanted her. I told her that I did want her but I thought I couldn't afford her. She did look disappointed when I told her that, and I felt bad that she looked disappointed, so I gave her a $5 tip. She came back to me afterward and gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead.
About ten years later, a dancer about my age at the Crystal City Restaurant in Arlington, VA, just flat out told me that if I was interested she was going to take me back to her apartment and screw my brains out. I initially agreed, but then apologized to her and told her that I couldn't. Chicken!
Finally, on a visit to the Cheetahs in San Diego, CA, a dancer informed me during a lap dance that she liked to give massages. For whatever reason, I was very slow to pick up on her hint, and she got aggravated at me for my denseness, I think.