Comments by chitownlawyer (page 15)

I've had one two-girl dance, and it confirmed my suspicion that more is not always better. I just couldn't appreciate the extra girl. At any given time, I was getting enjoyment out of the equivalent of one girl, although it may have taken the form of one girl's boob in my mouth, and the other one's hand on my crotch. On the whole, it seemed like a much better deal for the dancers than for me.

My fastest overall visit was to an ESL club where I cruised the floor once, saw nobody I wanted to spend time with, and left in a total of probably two minutes. My fastest "good" overall visit was, strangely enough, to the same club. I paid my cover, walked two steps, and was accosted by a dancer who said, "Can I molest you?" I had had "dances" with this girl before, so I knew what this meant. We then went to the private area where she gave me a BBBJ. I pulled my clothes back together, and left by the same route I had entered about ten minutes earlier. No drink, no sitting at the bar bs-ing with the bartender, etc....Objective identified...objective sighted....objectuve accomplished--back to work. It's not how I want every strip club visit to be, but it fit in well with my plans for that day.

At the clubs I frequent, release is typically the dancer's goal, either stated explicitly or implicitly obvious. I have had dollar amounts quoted to me for release. This is true of the higher end "eye candy" club I go to, as well as the downmarket place. About two weeks ago, I was at the "high end" club, sitting with two dancers, and found myself in VIP with one of them. She correctly perceived that events were soon about to spin out of control, and asked if I wanted her to continue. I said yes, and she said, OK, she just wanted to make sure that I didn't want to go back into VIP with (other girl's name.).

Re: "First, I find it totally embarrassing and shows a lack of control." Doug, it only shows a lack of control if you don't want it to happen :) .

Doug, I do know who you are talking about, and I have had the same experience. I consider time spent with her to be "make-out" sessions more than just lap dances. I almost always wear a suit to clubs. Fortunately, with most decent men's suits, around the lap, there are three layers of cloth just in the pants...to say nothing of your underwear. And, in the event of the Three Mile Island of sploog, you can always take off your coat and drape it over your arm (carried in front of you your lap). But I can't believe that I could ever emit so much spunk at one time. Besides, I was taught that a gentlemen never appears in public wearing the trousers (but not the coat) of a suit, anymore than you would wear a suit without a tie.

I'm another vanilla lover. Must have something to do with memories of milk and cookies as a child.

Because I usually wear a suit and tie six days a week, this is my typical strip club attire. Based on my occasional forays dressed casually (such as dockers and a polo shirt, which is about as casual as I get in public), I think that it does make a difference. I once attended the same club, two nights apart, once wearing a suit, the other time casually dressed. I got about three times the attention from the dancers while professionally dressed. Semper ubi, sub ubi--always wear underwear.

Let's test that question against my experience: Hand job with dick out of pants: Couch dance? No. VIP? Yes Blow job: Couch dance? No. VIP? Yes Full service: Couch dance? No. VIP? Yes. So, based on my experience, I would have to say that there IS a difference between a couch dance and VIP...

My analysis is strictly inductive, and is therefore hopelessly linked to my experience, in which, almost by definition, the size of the sample is less than the size of the universal set. As such, I am always open to changing my opinion in light of new information, esp. if it involves getting more contact for less money. But I cannot remember ever being in a club in which the main floor offered more privacy than the VIP area, and the idea seems almost counter-intuitive (or, at the least, involves spectacularly bad achitecture, interior design, and/or management--from the point of view of the club, which doubtless wants VIP to be seen as a "premium product." But whoever said that people involved in the strip club business were rational economic actors?)

I always thought that "Stevie" reflected the idea that, while undergoing that procedure, even Stevie Wonder would know that he was in a strip club.

Now Chandler, I like lap dances as much an anyone. In fact, it is the fact that I like them so much that leads to another problem. A well-executed lap dancer (or even one executed with only average prowess, but by a good looking woman) leaves me with a problem. Now, at my age, I do have the ability to apply the old __________ (insert the adjectival form of whatever ethnic group you like to pick on) birth control method, and just let the swelling go down. However, that seems to be squandering an opportunity for an additional kind of enjoyment. I could hit up on Dr. Chitown, but that is hit or miss, as she may not be frisky, esp. if I am getting home after about 11:00. Furthermore, I might be hitting a club as part of an out-of-town business trip, and there is no Dr. Chitown back at the hotel (in fact, until a friend corrupted me earlier this year, out-of-town trips were the only kind I had). I could take matter into my own hands, but that seems to represent developmental regression. Therefore, if I can get a dancer to bring about the "rapturous consummation", that seems to be the most logical and most efficient solution to the problem. The "take away" message here, Chandler, is not that I seek relief (when I do) because I do not like lap dances, but because I like them all too well.

It was at Favorite Club. Some of my fellow fans of that club know of the very young dancer who has an outstanding body--but a horrible attitude. I took her back into the 30 minute VIP area. She started off by asking if she could smoke a cigarette "first". She danced for perhaps seven minutes. She then started talking with other dancers in the room and, occasionally, me. I have to use a lot of discipline not to get dances from her, because she has the hottest body I have ever seen in person. She is about twenty, so gravity has not yet had its at-bat, and I would estimate her figure to be a natural 36C-26-36. But she is like the Sirens, who would tempt sailors into the shoals, so I succeed in resisting the temptation to get a dance from her.

This discussion topic pings back to one we have had earlier about safety in strip clubs. I don't spend a lot of time in non-strip club bars anymore, but there was certainly a time in my life (college/law school/early years of practice in my single years) when I did. My impression in that strip clubs are certainly no more violent than other types of bars, and maybe less so. In the twelve or so years that I have been going to strip clubs, I can only think of two instances of outright violence...one was patron on staff, the other was patron on patron. I have personally never felt in danger in a strip club, even on that occasion when I was the only white guy in an otherwise all-black club in Atlanta. On the other hand, last week a gunman killed three lawyers and wounded a paralegal in an office building in Chicago.

I agree with the others who said that that is pretty much assumed, esp. if you are paying any time at all with her. As with all women..if you have to tell her that you want to fuck her, as opposed to her picking it up from your speech and conduct, it really doesn't matter.

Just out of idle curiosity, as I have no concrete plans to visit Vegas in the near (or distant) future: What are the mechanics involved in getting a girl up to yor hotel room, if you are staying on the Strip? All three times I have visited Vegas, the elevators have been guarded by hotel personnel who seemed dedicated to the mission of keeping you from taking paid help to your room. Or is the solution to stay somewhere other than the Strip? Of course, the last time that I was in Vegas, they were still going through their mission to be the Disneyworld of the West. Perhaps things have loosened up now that they are back into the mode of "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

Re: the "other" strip club discussion board: a surprising number of dancers that I know read that board. In fact, last week I was party to a conversation in which it was the main topic (the board was brought up by the dancers, not by me). The consensus among dancers was that most of the posts on that board are the product of dancers, not customers (even those that purport to be written by dancers). I have always considered the other board to be the equivalent of graffiti on a bathroom wall. However, dancers tend to read it because it is a free site. Two dancers have asked me to post good reviews for them on the "other board." Re: my impression on dancers. At one club a dancer who was giving me a lap dance kept saying, "You're so clean...you're so clean," which I guess should have given me insight into the club's typical clientele. At Favorite Club, some dancers and customers have said that, while I am welcome there, I would probably have a better time at a glitzier Indy club by the airport. Fortunately, that is my second favorite Indy club. But I go wherever my mood leads me. As those of you familiar with East St. Louis clubs will understand, sometime I am in a PT's mood--sometimes I am in a Dollie's mood. I'm just glad that they are both available options.

I have felt in more danger in "straight" clubs than in strip clubs. In fact, there was probably more danger at the house parties we used to go to in college than there are in strip clubs.

I think that I have a foot in both camps. I actually am interested in the macro issues surrounding strip clubs. One of my regrets is that I did not participate in the hobby when I was younger (during the late 80s and early 90s) so that I could have had some personal knowledge of and exposure to the evolution of strip clubs from sleazy burlesque joints to sleazy gentlemen's clubs. On the other hand, I do have a concrete interest in the current scene, and that may include discussion of specific clubs and even dancers (although, from a legal point of view, a lot of what I am most interested in should not be posted publicly). Since I don't eschew contact (perhaps an understatement), I am interested in such details.

I don't usually go when I am in a bad mood--although, as FONDL related, I will sometimes go when I am depressed, which I characterize as different than being in a bad mood. When I am depressed, I am more just disengaged from the world, and not really interested in engagement. If I do go to a strip club when I am in a bad mood, I generally will go to a more "downmarket" strip joint kind of place, rather than a gentlemen's club. It has to do with channeling Ray Liotta, in the scene from Goodfellas when he is about to go to prison for the first time. He climbs into a car-service car, eats a handful of pills without water, then says, somewhat belligerently, to the driver, "Now take me to jail." That's the kind of mood that takes me to the sleazier clubs. Gentlemen's clubs seem more fitted for happy times.

In response to one of the presenting questions, going to a strip club does not get me out of a crappy mood. It only makes me feel sort of sordid and sleazy myself. As with most experiences, my attitude while I am in the strip club generally mirrors the attitude I had when I came in.

I can't give an opinion on the "Best" club in ATL, as I have only been to Oasis. But I found myself in a little curtained-off booth with a hot 21 year old brunette, and things happened there that usually only happen in dreams. I recommend it 100%. BTW, I was there early on a Wednesday evening, and the crowd wasn't too bad. I hear it can get pretty intense on weekends.

In the group I hung around with as a teenager, the taxonomy was as follows: 1st base: Kissing (French) 2nd base: Fondling the breasts (unclothed) 3rd base: Finger fucking Home Run: Fucking so, it was sort of a geographic progression, in the southward downtown.

We jave a special dynamic in the STL area that I think tends to shield clubs from that type of nuisance. Most, if not all, of the strip clubs in this area are located in impoverished villages for which the clubs provide a very substantial portion of municipal revenue--for one of the towns, the proportion is frequently 50%. Understandably, the local burghers are unwilling to "kill the goose" that lays the golden eggs.

I don't carry a wallet, just a credit card, drivers' license, bar card, and whatever cash I need. However, I did once drop a $20 bill as I was walking across the floor at Favorite Club. The manager saw it fall from my pocket and told a bouncer to take it over to me. (Thanks, Big Don)

Yes, the concept of "Bases" was known when I was in high school in the late 70s, but was considered somewhat quaint. I don't know where blow jobs came in. They were routinely accepted by the time I started dating, but weren't really talked about. I led a little bit of a sheltered life, but it is true that thet first time I knew what a blow job was (junior year of high school), I was getting one.