Strippers I will always remember

I still remember my very first lap dance--a cute young blond thing in a extinct strip club in Washington Park, IL. As soon as my lips touched her nipple it was all over for me. The club was on the second floor and I believe the building was painted yellow. Anyone remember that place?

I also have fond memories of being welcomed into a strip club in Centreville, IL by a lovely slender brunette sultress who met me at the door with a big smile, took my hand and walked me to a table. It was obviously a sales tactic but she was so lovely that it worked like a charm and her lap dances were also great.

It was not a strip club and she was not a stripper. I guess that escort would best describe her. It was the early 70's, I was young and good looking and had money. It was my first night in Copenhagen Denmark on one week of a European vacation. The name of the club was the "Cockatiel" They would not let me in because I was not wearing a coat and tie. "Fuck this". I went across the street to another night club. They let me in. Most of the guys were wearing coats and ties and the girls 7-9 were in gowns and business suits. This was indeed the area where escorts picked up customers. But very pricey. $50 was a lot of money back then. "Fuck This" I left, got a taxi and he helped me pick up a $10 street walker. Went on to Frankfurt and Rome. More $10 street walkers. Wound back up in Copenhagen the day before my flight back to the U.S. I checked my wallet. It was still healthy. I decided to put on a coat and tie and go to the "Cockatiel"club. I had the money. Went to the club, was admitted, ordered a beer. "sorry sir, we do not serve beer here, how about some wine?" I said ok. He replied whole or half bottle? Ok I had my drink. Now to check out the girls. There were about 30 of them and as many customers. Everyone was dressed classy. None of the girls was less than a 9. I talked to a few. They were all multi lingual. and standard price was $50. That was still expensive but I came prepared to pay it. I just wanted to make sure that in my opinion she was the best looking girl in the club. I finally saw her sitting with some guys. Damn. I waited and then finally we almost knocked each other down. We drank some of my wine and 30 minutes later were in a cab headed for her apartment. Eat you heart Hugh. This is one you didn't get. She could speak 4 languages and fluently. When we arrived at her apartment, she asked me to open the bottle of wine in her refrigerator while she went to freshen up.It didn't take me longer to figure out that she really didn't live her. The wine was the only thing in there and the place was spotless. She came out in a negligee (see through). I never did see Tivoli Gardens.

"Strippers I will always remember"

Man, who can even remember them from one visit to the next?

Aren't ATF's really nothing more than strippers you remember? OTOH, there are some ROB's I will always remember, too. I don't always remember their name, but their faces are memorable.

Several for me:

1989-When Ricks was the definition of upscale and Playmates were coming pretty much exclusively from Texas. The law, at that time, allowed 16 year olds to strip and one was introduced on her 16th birthday. She was blonde and stunningly beautiful-the kind you usually see on the sidelines wearing a cheerleader outfit. I didn't get a LD from her, but I remember her for her stunning beauty and perfect physique.

Pink-who could've been my stepsister's twin, only with a personality. She brazenly showed me her kitty (in a topless club) and enthusiastically said "Yes!!" when I asked for a fuck (It's usually a "I don't know-you got money?" kind of thing). She fucked with gusto.

Kat-my ATF from 04-06. She loved how I ate pussy, so after I'd get her off a couple of times, she'd get me off.

As for a more serious answer:

The first {air}dance I ever received was by a girl whose stage name was Rain. This was at the Admiral Theater in Chicago. One specific thing I remember about my very first visit to a strip club was that it then rained afterward on the way home. I thought it was a Rain-dance.

There was also this one named Crystal Rose, who was probably the first overly old dancer I ever met, as she was past 40 (and I still wasn't 30 yet). But she'd let me do all sorts of illegal stuff (at least by the rules of her club) and she is indisputably the best OTC experience I had.

There is also the lovely Morgan, who has absolutely the best body of any girl in any club I've seen, who always remembers me despite the fact I am not from a state that touches the state I always see her in, and who thoroughly enjoys public masturbation.

There is also the seriously fat Tammy, who isn't even a dancer, but as a waitress at her club, she lets me suck on her tits for minutes at a time. I don't care if she's fat, we gotta have an OTC experience some time.

Well, I've had a few who became friends whom I knew even after they stopped stripping, and whom I know to the present day... so obviously I *remember* them. So I'll assume you mean strippers who made a big impression with limited exposure.

I guess for me it's those rare occasions when you see the stripper who is PERFECT, as though some cosmic sculptor had peered into you fantasies and made them flesh. I can think of a few whom I can visualize perfectly, but I can't really recall their names... not sure if that counts ;)

I guess I have a habit of keeping the keepers.

O.

Actually, I remember the names more than the faces and bodies. Specifically, every dancer whom I showed my pee-pee, and/or touched my pee-pee, and/or made my pee-pee spew the juice of joy. I really should put my memories down on paper and list them all. Is this what you meant?

someyoung,
That's not really what I meant. What I did mean was... did you ever have a dancer(s) that you bought dances from, many years ago, and you only saw them in the club once or twice but, you still remember them to this day??? The circumstances that caused you to remember them could be anything.

Okay, yeah. I remember a girl by the name of Raven in a club in Eclipse in Sunrise Beach, MO (I had to do a tuscl search to remember the name and location). They had "bed dances" there back in the early 90's--upstairs on a balcony, fairly private. Raven got on top of me and dry-fucked me good. I don't remember than many dancers names so you know she was something to remember.

I also remember a black chick at Industrial Strip (Hammond, IN) many years ago, I think her name was Delilah, who gave an unbelievable lap dance. I swear to God it seemed like she was in love with me. Of course that's a fantasy but that's what this is all about!

I never saw either of these two girls again but they've stuck in my memory.

Oh, now I get it...

In that case, there is a girl in the Minneapolis Deja Vu from way, way back named Aspen. Black hair, cute enough, especially for the girls that pass as acceptable at DV, but not a knockout. I remember her for her feistiness. First time she got onstage a few people didn't tip her and she got vocal about it. Then she came around the floor to ask for lapdances. When my friend and I said no, she started berating us -- "WHY NOT???" Either because she was showing charismatic spunk when yelling at us or because I wanted to shut her up, I got a dance from her. It was OK.

Next time she was onstage she was in this small cage stage where DV's game room is. Copying the young punks sitting next to me, I did something people usually aren't allowed to do in the club and stuck a dollar in my mouth. Aspen proceeded to grab the dollar with her mouth ... then kissed me right on the lips. Did I tame her savage breast?

Never saw her again.

happylap has an excellent memory. Raven at the Eclipse was a great dance. She also "dated" OTC. She didn't want cash for sex, she only wanted money spent on her: a fancy supper, good wine, a night in a ritzy lake condo. She was a great fuck.

However, my stripper that I have never forgotten danced in the mid 80s at a little mob-run joint in KCMO. She danced by the name of Cricket and had the most perfect breasts I have ever seen. She was very nasty onstage and used to "rug it" (the old guys know what I mean) with the best of them. Cricket, if you are out there, I miss you. I am the fat guy that always drank my Miller Lites two at a time and told the tragic tale of why I ordered one for my missing buddy.

The best lap dance experience I ever had was from a small-time porn starlet named Aspen Alps at the original Fantasy Ranch outside of Warrensburg, MO. Sorry, Moniet and Milan, you just made the second team.

I remember a lovely young lady I met at Babe's in San Antonio. She had long, dark hair, a phenomenal figure and a sweet, innocent face. She danced for me a couple of songs, and then asked, "How far would you be willing to go with me?" I told her we could do everything she wanted, and nothing she did not want. She asked me to wait while she changed outfits. There was a fairly large crowd in this topless-only club, so privacy was an issue. She came back with a long white nightgown, saying, "This will prevent anyone from seeing what we are doing." She slipped me inside of her, and she was so incredibly wet! After our tempest subsided, she thanked me (I should have been thanking her!) and asked me to wait for her to get ready to leave, then give her a ride. During our drive, she got a call from her father, saying her mother had just been rushed to the hospital. I took her, and our intimate encounter concluded without repeat. She's a fond memory.

Her name was DJ at Denver's Aloha Beach, early 80's. She was dark haired, perfectly fit and with perfect firm breasts and in those days, for awhile, the place was topless/bottomless. She seemed to have stepped out of a Playmate of the Year photo spread. I think she ran her own strip outcall service for awhile.

I can kind of "picture" the salient details of a lot of girls, just by imagining the club, the time of my life I was in (what job, city, that sort of thing), and she'll come back to me in my mind. I bet there are a lot I've forgotten, of course a lot I never interacted with at all, but I'm able to remember a lot of the attractive ones (to me) too just by thinking them up.

Maybe I'm imagining them. Ideally, it's just a pipe-dream and I never would have spent all that money. Har.

how, did you ever see your girl ever again, or was it just the "intimate encounter" you two never did again. I suddenly want to know what happened to her mom.

someyoung... I did see her again, but we did not dance (nor experience the other tempest). Her mom had to stay in the hospital a few weeks, but recovered fine. The young lady took up excessive drinking, and I choose to remember her from our encounter I previously described. I have not seen her nor spoken with her in most of a decade.

Hmmm ... sad she took up the bottle. Wonder if it was the result of her mom. Thanks for letting me know.