Ok, You have successfully picked up a stripper. You had some awesome sex. Maybe even a nice dinner. Can you actually sleep with her? Do you trust her or do you just want her to get the fuck out?
See my post below. I was never in this situation until about two weeks, when I picked up a stripper in Tijuana. Before it happened, I would have said that I would definitely NOT sleep in the same room as a strange women I had only met several hours before. However, we had such a mind-blowing GFE that it seemed only natural to fall asleep together. We fell asleep in each other's arms, our bodies so tightly entwined that I probably would have noticed if she had gotten out of bed. We stayed that way all night, until we woke in the morning, had a second round, went down to the hotel dining room for breakfast, then returned to the room for a shower and a third round, then watched TV, cuddled in bed and talked until check-out time.
The chances of this experience happening again are probably about one percent, to use Shadow's number. I would likely NOT repeat, because I don't see future similar situations working out in the same way.
Unless there's some amazing chemistry there, I'd rather her just leave.
I have had a few "stripper friends" where we had that level of chemistry, and it was fun - it's not really something I seek out, though, as I value my privacy and free time.
If we actually had a nice dinner then its on a different level for me than just sex and I can see spending the night together - just like any other sexy woman. If I only had sex with the woman most likely I just want to get out.
I have been fortunate enough to pick up a stripper for the night a couple of times and I think the answer depends on the situation. If she is a classy lady that I picked up an average club then sleeping with her is a good option. If I scored at a dive then I want her out because I'm concerned she will take more than I want to give.
6 or 8 years ago in ESL, I hooked-up with a dancer after she got off work. She rode with me from the club to my motel where we had some hotsex. Then we went to a place down the road and had dinner. At that point I was prepared to give her a ride back to the club where she earlier had told me her car was. She suggested that we return to my room because she thought she left something there. She ended up spending the night, and we had some more hotsex.
In the morning, we went out for breakfast, and then I drove her to a gas station in WP where her sister who borrowed her car during the night would pick her up in a little while. Apparently she had talked to her sister on her cell phone in the bathroom at Waffle House.
I gave my new friend my cell phone number, and she actually did call a few days later to tell me what a good time she had and would I be sure to give her a call next time I was going to be in ESL. Actually, I had an enjoyable time with her, and had been kind of surprised at how little I had spent on her for that all-nighter. I think it was $100 plus meals.
A few weeks later as I was still a couple of hours away, I called her cell phone, but it was "temporarily out of service". When I got to town I went to the club where I had met her (I'm pretty sure it was C-Mowes), but she was not around. Another dancer told me that my new friend had been homeless for a couple of months, AND was 3 months pregnant. Her game was doing all night escort gigs in order to get food, a shower and a warm place to sleep. Not to mention a few $$ and some dick. (Almost sounds like home)
The whole thing seemed a little bizarre; couldn't she stay with a friend? I realize that most of the dancers in WP at that time had pretty serious drug habits (although this one told me she was clean in all ways)and they would steal anything and everything from each other - what a f**kin' mess. Dancer shit at the lowest level.
A year or so later I did get a call from her. She wondered when I'd be in town again. She had her baby, and had moved in with a relative. Had a job that didn't involve dancing or f**king for dollars. I didn't get back over to ESL for a year or so, and when I finally did, I had so much fun at the first club I stopped at, that I decided not to call her.
It wasn't a bad memory, but I was becoming a distant memory and that's the way that felt the best to me.
In the mid 90's, traveling through Lubbock, I checked out Players. The mileage was pretty low, but I struck up a friendship with a waitress. We ended up talking for hours.
She had a 7:30 a.m. exam and an hour round trip to home and to Texas Tech. My hotel, on the other hand, was just down the block and less than ten minutes from Tech.
In a platonic way, we went to my hotel room and shared the bed. There wasn't any sex, and truth be told, a single kiss-which was actually a peck.
It was a unique experience. I did have a really wild one night stand in San Fran, but she wasn't a stripper, and she left at sunrise.
I would only do this with a dancer that I have seen at least once outside the club and that I feel good about. If you are going to dinner with her you feel pretty comfortable with her already. In the case of a club like Mons in Tampa you will find a lot of the dancers come in for a weekend from all over and are looking for an all night gig so they don't have to pay for their hotel rooms, same in Vegas, a lot of 'dancers' and even just hot girls come in rent one room for about a dozen of them knowing 80% of them won't be using it. In my experience it is nice but I only have done this with two dancers and I had known them for a couple of years.
Yes, I've done it-just hide the wallet with the credit cards and the checkbook and maybe the car keys. The only stuff they stole was crap like cheap cologne and ALL of them took my cig lighters. I gotta ad that I have not had BAD sex with a stripper yet OTC. They usually have ultra-tight pussys-although they get fucked a lot.
Another good question...true story...about 5 or 6 years ago my ex husband's best friend met a stripper and they started dating. We did things with them as couples, seemed like a really nice girl, hung out with her in the club when she would come in early, even let her in my house with the guy to stay overnight alot...2 months later she winds up in jail for murder...she took a customer..someone who she spent time with on a regular basis to a hotel for an otc encounter had people follow them ..knock on the door and they all jumped this guy and killed for what money he had on him.This kind of thing happens more than people know about so be careful and make sure you can trust these girls:)
Scary story, gridget. If certain addictive substances were part of her daily life, she may have been willing to go as far as you described for that next fix. Be careful, guys!
mmdv26: Holy shit dude that could be YOUR kid! Holy shit...
Gridget: While I was in Mexico the News was spewing about a Prostitution ring all across Mexico. These girls were targeting rich American Business men, fucking them and then poisoning and robbing them in their sleep. But some of the men were tied up, tortured/fucked/tortured/fucked in order to mind-screw them submission, giving all the bank account info, passwords, ect to Everything they own.
I think the cops killed a lot of them, but it was a huge and well organized ring...
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The chances of this experience happening again are probably about one percent, to use Shadow's number. I would likely NOT repeat, because I don't see future similar situations working out in the same way.
I have had a few "stripper friends" where we had that level of chemistry, and it was fun - it's not really something I seek out, though, as I value my privacy and free time.
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In the morning, we went out for breakfast, and then I drove her to a gas station in WP where her sister who borrowed her car during the night would pick her up in a little while. Apparently she had talked to her sister on her cell phone in the bathroom at Waffle House.
I gave my new friend my cell phone number, and she actually did call a few days later to tell me what a good time she had and would I be sure to give her a call next time I was going to be in ESL. Actually, I had an enjoyable time with her, and had been kind of surprised at how little I had spent on her for that all-nighter. I think it was $100 plus meals.
A few weeks later as I was still a couple of hours away, I called her cell phone, but it was "temporarily out of service". When I got to town I went to the club where I had met her (I'm pretty sure it was C-Mowes), but she was not around. Another dancer told me that my new friend had been homeless for a couple of months, AND was 3 months pregnant. Her game was doing all night escort gigs in order to get food, a shower and a warm place to sleep. Not to mention a few $$ and some dick. (Almost sounds like home)
The whole thing seemed a little bizarre; couldn't she stay with a friend? I realize that most of the dancers in WP at that time had pretty serious drug habits (although this one told me she was clean in all ways)and they would steal anything and everything from each other - what a f**kin' mess. Dancer shit at the lowest level.
A year or so later I did get a call from her. She wondered when I'd be in town again. She had her baby, and had moved in with a relative. Had a job that didn't involve dancing or f**king for dollars. I didn't get back over to ESL for a year or so, and when I finally did, I had so much fun at the first club I stopped at, that I decided not to call her.
It wasn't a bad memory, but I was becoming a distant memory and that's the way that felt the best to me.
She had a 7:30 a.m. exam and an hour round trip to home and to Texas Tech. My hotel, on the other hand, was just down the block and less than ten minutes from Tech.
In a platonic way, we went to my hotel room and shared the bed. There wasn't any sex, and truth be told, a single kiss-which was actually a peck.
It was a unique experience. I did have a really wild one night stand in San Fran, but she wasn't a stripper, and she left at sunrise.
Gridget: While I was in Mexico the News was spewing about a Prostitution ring all across Mexico. These girls were targeting rich American Business men, fucking them and then poisoning and robbing them in their sleep. But some of the men were tied up, tortured/fucked/tortured/fucked in order to mind-screw them submission, giving all the bank account info, passwords, ect to Everything they own.
I think the cops killed a lot of them, but it was a huge and well organized ring...