The history of "mileage"
giveitayank
Seattle
As we fast forward to today, mileage has become practically having sex in a SC and, in some cases, it actually is.
So, mileage actually has a history, all its own. I know that it has evolved into what it has become today. But, what I don't know is when...
When did touching a thigh become ok? And when did it become acceptable to touch a breast? And next, the kitty?
And so on...
Maybe you guys that have been clubbing for thirty plus years can enlighten me about "the history of mileage".
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I didn't go again until 1989, in Houston. I went to the old Ricks (now Onyx). The "personal dance" was one way contact only and 75% air.
1992 was the next time. LD's were now full contact. I was surprised when the dancer grabbed my hands and put them on her tits. She also offered me the full menu, including take out. St. James, back then, had a couple of trailers out back where OTC was openly going on.
So, mileage definitely took off right around 1990-91 in my experience.
I think mainly what we've seen isn't a change in stripping per se, but a change in the American woman which has affected stripping - what I like to call "the hoeification of America." The average chick is basically a hoe nowadays.
High school girls are getting full brazilian waxing and having blowjob contests after school - not sure about others here, but that was NOT the case when I was in high school. It's not much of a step for these chicks to fuck anonymous guys for cash in a strip-club VIP room when they turn 18!
O.
Agree with above poster that change in SC mores/customs is a mirror-like reflection of societal changes as a whole.
The Tampa scene of the late-80's moved things to the next level for me. Nude rather than topless, prolonged grinding and nipple sucking for $20, maybe some hand-in-pants if you wore loose shorts, but still quite open at the Tanga and Mons Venus. Oddly, I kind of liked it that way which makes Mons an enduring favorite today.
The first semi-private situation I encountered was the spaceship at 2001 Odyssey, across the street from MV. Additional cover was $10 plus a tip to the (female) bartender. Lots of hand action and occasional DATY. The hot ticket was a BBBJ on the stairway back to the main club.
While I concentrate on N.J. clubs today with occasional Florida visits, I know several cities where private VIP dances have arrived at long-established clubs since the mid-90's, including Indy, Charlotte, and Niagara Falls, Canada.
I can literally generate the thought "I want to fuck a slim, hot latina" and an hour later be doing so, at prices far below a strip club VIP room, in nearly any municipality. I just need internet access and a cell phone.
But just like strippers are drawn from a broader demographic, so are internet escorts - I'd call them prongs on the same fork. Again, hoe-ification.
O.
I began clubbing in earnest in 87 and essentially missed the air time only era. In 87 I went to Mitchell Bros in San Fran and they had the famous couch dances and the main attraction was the dancer would stand over you and put her pussy 1/4 inch from your lips, but some would do the accidently on purpose bump on the lips and nose and then slide down on and hump you until you came (in those days I lasted only 30 seconds and so for $20 it seemed a bit pricy).
In 88 I began traveling to St. Louis and on the Illinois side I would go to the Red Garter where there was open DATY and HJ until you came. I always left satisfied. In fact it was many years before I would even venture to the VIP or private areas because the Red Garter provided everything in the main area for less than $30.
Today you can at times get the same open type experiences here in St. Louis but they are not as open about it and certain conditions need to exist. There has been a little bit more of tightening the rules generally speaking. Yesterday for example at my favorite club my favorite dancer moved her thong panty aside while I pleasured her in licking her pussy and butt hole with my tongue for about 30 seconds. This was done just to entertain and get a reaction from others sitting at the bar. It tends to pick up her private jobs when we do those sort of things in public. As for me, I get a good hard on but its only a tease.
It's a bit like shopping, I guess - there used to be a certain fun in, say, shopping for a car: driving different ones, negotiating with dealers, just sitting in a car you can't afford. The modern "google some reviews, visit Consumer reports for the fair MSRP, email an offer to a local dealer" is a bit bloodless, for example. Efficient, but bloodless.
Maybe that's what sometimes bothers me about the exclusive "mileage" focus per strip clubs nowadays - it's too much cutting to the end of the book. A good club, a good woman... there's a value in the slow savor.
O.