Comments by tropicalH2O (page 4)

Yoda: I read a post this last Summer and thought it was from you. Adelaides was recommended and a discussion followed suggesting how to best cross the border .I apologize for confusing you with the person who suggested that club.

Honestly, I don't know of any strippers who think of the customers as losers. Some guys are aggressive or have weird habits like wanting to slap our butts. If I thought of the customers as losers I wouldn't want to work there. I don't think of people in this manner. I might dislike someone's behavior but I'm not quick to sum a person up with a few derogatory words. If you think of people in such a negative way, it's difficult to be happy. Isn't happiness derived from your thoughts and the way that you react to your experiences in life.

I don't really want to get anyone 86'd, hell, I'm lucky that you guys reply to my posts. I just like to let off steam every once in awhile. Yes, I'm sure that the religious right are infuriated by these types of forums. I belonged to a church a couple of years ago and they were all about finding out everyone else's sin and exposing it to the congregation.

Way to go Chandler! What did you strip down to? Did the women put money in your g-string? What kind of shoes did you wear? Did you wear socks? I want to get a mental picture of this. Do you remember which songs you danced to?- T

Chandler, thanks for the details. You are indeed a brave man. I like the idea of a nude man in boots! It seems as though men get all of the fun with women dressing up in lingerie and "bedroom shoes" for their men. The only time I can remember someone dressing up for sex is when the 20-year old wanted to wear some of my lingerie and fishnet stockings (only happened once) and the other youngster (22) wanted to make a video for me, so I bought a little Sony camcorder and he showered for for the camera - (in water, not aroused) then on another occasion, while on vacation, a masterbation scene. I'd like a man to be more creative in the bedroom, occasionally with the way he dresses or undresses. No complaints about the sex, but I want to be entertained!!

I was attending a dinner party in La Paz, Mexico when the hostess of the party told me that her friend had a little charm on her necklace that represented her husband's business. Her friend's husband was an eye surgeon and the charm, a pair of eyeglasses. I asked her what her husband's profession was and with help from my friend who speaks fluent Spanish learned that her husband was a proctologist. I had an idea! I called a jeweler friend of mine and told him that I needed a 14 kt. gold, life-sized human asshole charm, made. The jeweler liked the request and within two weeks I had the asshole replica. When I gave the charm to my boyfriend, he loved it until I jokingly told him that I modeled for it. He got an idea and said, "my ex-wife would love one of these because she's always calling me an asshole". I had two more made, one for her and one for me. I used to wear the 'asshole charm' to school on days when I found the lecturer to be a bore. I'd pull it out from under my blouse and have a private snicker. A couple of times someone told me that it was pretty, and asked if it was a shell or a leaf.

It look me two years of lasering every 10 weeks to get the kitty and asshole smooth. I never heard of bleaching the a-hole skin, good a new perversion for me to indulge in. I wonder how long the bleaching lasts? Is this what Michael Jackson did to his face and arms? Didn't anyone tell him that people use this stuff on their chocolate starfish? I wonder, but don't care too much, how much of Michael's skin has been bleached. Authorities made one of his victims look at a picture of his genatalia. I wonder if he's bleached down there.

Chandler, I believe with all my heart, that you got up on that stage and danced. You gave enough detail to make it realistic. If something's untrue about your romp on the stage, please do not ruin it for me.-T

Chandler, I misunderstood your message, thanks for clarifying it. -T

Hello, gentlemen. By now you've deduced that I'm not your typical stripper, so my intepretations are different than others, although I've seen a lot of crazy stuff in different clubs - I'll start another thread on good, sexual club drama. Most dancers when they say "friend" actually mean generous customer. When a dancer tells you that sometimes she can 'get off' with a customer and that she thinks that she can with you; it's just a ruse to get you to stay on the couch longer - unless of course the dancer is me because I get very wet, hence the name "TropicalH2O".

Jpac73, if she's already started dancing while running her mouth, pay for the one dance and excuse yourself away from her, forever. Be very nice always, but learn to feel out the dancers better next time. Some of the young girls occasionally have a very strange attitude and I'm not sure why they even in the club. There dancing career won't last long with that type of attitude. I'm sorry that you had a bad experience with a contol freak. -T

2335vent, yes this post was more coarse than previous posts, but I was in the mood for conversation and felt I'd exhausted almost everything else. I like all different types of d's and p's but don't usually look at the p's on stage. I usually take in the entire form, the silouette (sp?) and stage expression. I ask myself if she seem like she's enjoying herself and interacting with the audience.

I worked at a club in another state (like a season from The Twilight Zone), a miserable "hole in the wall place" where we were required to work for 10 hours and were lucky to go home with $200 dollars. The owner made us wear nylons and half a leotard bottom so that our belly buttons were covered. The couch dancers were topless, but there was absolutely no touching allowed. We were allowed to drink real drinks and play the video poker machines. Some girls got "sh-t-faced" drunk and ended up leaving the club owing the owner money because they took an advance to play video poker. Story #1 A young customer gave me $10 for a dance and I walked him back to the couch area. He was wearing shorts, and as I shifted my weight to straddle him he pulled up his shorts and the longest cock I've ever scene was flacidly hanging there, I almost lost my balance and I don't know where these words came from because I didn't think about it, "Put your cock away and I'll dance for you." is what I said. I danced the song for him and at the end of the song he gave me another $10 and told me that he liked the way I told him to put his cock away. #2 (and I do mean number two) There was a miserable hag of woman named, "Mona". She was Asian, and looked good for her 40 to 50 plus years. She never smiled and looked completely miserable all the time. Sometimes guys would try to joke with her or give her extra money to improve her mood - nothing worked to improve her attitude, not even for a brief moment, EVER. I was dancing for a guy and did 2 or 3 songs, when he excused himself away to use the bathroom, admitting that he was having intestinal problems. He sat and watched a few girls on stage then left the club. Mona sat on the chair the guy was sitting on and apparently sat in something and started muttering loudly to herself then smelled her hand. Apparently this guy had had diarrhea and she had sat in human excrement and got it on her stockings and leotard. When she tried to identify the substance she got it on her hand then inhaled it deeply into her nostrils. She was fit to be tied, screaming and swearing, and completely hysterical. She left the club immediately but returned the next day. I'm not a mean person, but this scene actually brought me quite a bit of pleasure because she was so unpleasant to work with. Even writing about it now makes me laugh! #3 Another dancer, beautiful, large, and sensuous like a younger version of Della Burke used to ease the night away with at least 5 or 6 Southern Comfort's on the rocks. At the end of onenight she was quiet hammered and ended up with this guy on the couch. I had talked with the guy earlier and he had scabs on his face, not acne scabs but probably impetigo (in the daylight it probably looked like Syphillis chancres). Well, this sweet, natural large breasted, intoxicated woman turned her back on this man and while the rest of us were getting dressed and ready to go home she comes screaming back to the dressing room. Apparently, while she turned her back on him he jerked off and ejaculated on her back. Poor dancer, I hope that his ejaculate didn't have scab seeds in it. God, what an awful club that was to work in - the worst!

AN: I actually have some really good friends that I've met in clubs. Friends that I go to concerts with, former lovers, friends I talk with weekly and celebrate birthdays with ;)!! Being a dancer has been fun and rewarding. I can be a healthcare professional for the rest of myself, taking a detour into the adult world of dancing has been life enhancing and I don't regret it! I have club friends too that we just talk when we see each other in the club. If I don't lke someone, I don't dance for him. I usually like most people, some I feel neutral about and ones that are really aggressive or nasty are the ones I stay away from. Hell, I've even forgiven "Nuclear Custard" and continue to dance for him.

Okay, AN, but this thread is supposed to be truely strange experiences and the baby oil, sex stories are common run- of-the-mill sexcapades! There was a dancer I knew from ballet school. We worked at a topless club together and started spending time together. One night she spent the night at my house and she pleasured me. The second time she spent the night at my place; there were nude girl-on-girl pages from Penthouse or Hustler on my windshield. Apparently her boyfriend knew where I lived and was probably listening jealously at my front door or under my windowsill and later placed the magazine pics to let us know that he knew. A few years later she seduced me twice in a day; once in the afternoon and then a second time at night to get me to work at another club with her. After the first time she called me at home to ask me when I was going to come in and audition and I said I wasn't sure. She came right over to change my mind and it worked. It was a one-way street though. I wanted to return the favor but she only liked to get me off.

My ex-husband remarried a nice woman with beautiful piercing blue eyes. She and my ex were struggling financially with their mortgage payment of a big house in Orange County. I told her how much money I had made the previous weekend and suggested that she get a part time job as a dancer. Whoops!! Within 90 days they moved several hundred miles further away. I get along well with my ex and forget that some people are way more serious and conservative than I am. (I met my ex in a topless bar). She was offended by my suggestion, but in my state of thinking it was a compliment.

The first time I tried dancing was at a club in Dallas, TX. I was too young, shy and immature to succeed but I wanted to audition. I went into this club and a dancer loaned me a leopard g-string. It was a size extra-small and I'm a medium; another dancer loaned me a $5 bill to cover my pubic hair that was showing up and over the 'too tiny g-string'. So off I went onto the stage and removed my dress. It was exhilarating! The second time I came in, I bought a couple of g-strings and did the 3 stage rotation. When I was back in the dressing room someone yelled, "Where are your pasties? Are you trying to get us closed down?" Someone gave me shiny paper stickers to apply over my nipples. I worked a second shift and was dancing on a smaller stage when I felt incredible pain in my left cheek. Some guy just bit my ass. I turned around quickly in pain and he said, "It looked so good, I just had to bite it!" This was my last Texas shift.

Really, kids 'do it' on prom night? When my child gets old enough, I'd better make sure there's a chastidy belt under the costume. -T

One of the ancers had a private birthday party (I wasn't invited). It was an e-party (ecstacy) with all of the right people, the right food and drinks. They had blow up furniture, kind of shiny, see-through neon plastic furniture. The party went on all night and into the next day. The hostess and her best friend (at the time) started fooling around together and swapped partners. I was working with both of them a few days later when the hostess of the party got in the other girls' face and started screaming about her going all the way with the other girl's man. I guess that there were supposed to stop at a certain point and one of the girls crossed the line. They had this blow-out argument in front of me and one left the shift early. It was really uncomfortable to be near this conversation, but boy did I get an earful of information that wasn't mine to hear. Another well-known dancer had a contest out of town and had her significant other paint her up with this permanent tanning dye. He got excited looking at her all painted up and he went down on her. The next day and for almost a week later the tip of nose was brown from the dye.-T

Yes, I know what you mean. Some of the kids are really doing weird stuff. One of the girls whos's about 22 considered herself to still be a virgin, and thought that only having anal sex meant that she was still a virgin. She wanted me to settle this dispute between her and a customer. I told her that technically her kitty was still a virgin but that her backside might be a slut. This dancer told me that in high school giving a bj was like shaking someone's hand or kissing them, that it's no big deal. What the kids think of as weird and interesting is some of the kids who cut themselves with razors or knives. I've known a couple of 20-somethings that were into this before I met them. I don't get it and don't want to.

Guys, I never really thought about this before today. I mean I'm careful and very protective, rarely even allow sleepovers. One of my kid's friend's fathers wanted to take my kid snowboarding overnight. I told my child that we'd have to get to know the family better, first. The dad used crystal meth for at least 15 years and the mom just threw the dad out of the house for having a 23-year old girlfriend. This guy isn't going to have my kid staying in a cabin with him somewhere. My child asked me what "morning wood' is yesterday. My favorite costume is whatever suits the dancer's figure and personality. I like a heavier dancer to wear something that is more complementary. I like costumes that you can see through (thin fabric), fish nets are nice, but I prefer them on the legs.

AN: I want to take a physics course, not because it's required but because I'm interested in it. My sister has taken every math course offered at UCSD, she thinks math is fun (not me - I like statistics and things that I can visualize or see purpose in discovering the solution). 2335vent, thanks for the suggestion on another thread to look up the labia, info. A friend of mine had already sent me a link to that site or another similar one. My friend and I have exchanges about bizarre sexual experiences, practices and taboos. Do you know what a Merkin is?(I hope that I got the spelling correct)- A wig for the pussy. After I got my privates lasered, leaving a 1/2 inch hair strip, I thought it might be fun to wear different colored 'kitty wigs'. What's your speciality? Doverman: What is your BS in? Shadowcat: I have a few dozen hours logged in a single engine and less than a dozen in a Beech Baron (ME). I passed my pilot's physical then decided after getting good and scared in a Cherokee Piper over Mexico in moderate turbulence for several hours to leave the flying to the professionals. I also didn't see myself buying a plane or doing enough flying to be competant. I sure love flying though. My kid who's 13 flew (right seat) a King Air back from Bar Harbor, Maine to Hartsdale, NY this last August. I finished a bottle of wine in a rear seat, that I had started during dinner (live Maine lobster) and fell asleep only to be awakened by the stall warning alarm at about 500 feet. What a terrible way to be awakened. Now my child has the bug and wants to be a pilot.

FONDL, I have no reason to lie. I have had fun, part of the thrill-seeking is probably "making up for lost time" as I was such a shy kid until I was about 20. I am still kind of shy and nerdy and love reading about medical advances, procedures and herbal remedies, but tend to balance the medical education with sexual expression. I hope that you don't doubt me - I can't do anything to convince you. I have a friend that knows me and reads my posts, but never contributes. Hey friend, where are you to validate my interesting life? Remember though, to refer to me as TropicalH2O and not by my stage name. -T

Chitown: The story of having a boy and only having to worry about one dick is precious.

I've had the 'right girl' use whipped cream (no strawberries) on me and then reciprocate (a birthday dance last April). She was more concerned about getting caught with the whipped cream then she was about what we were doing to each other. When I had her bottoms off she squirmed suddenly and shrunk down in the booth, the manager (a lesbian) was watching us and was standing behind me. The customer paying for me to join them for a few songs told the manager to "buy your own porno film". The manager walked away and we finished our dance.