Comments by ClevelandTom (page 2)

Maybe. It depends on where it is. One of my faves from a local club moved to a club downtown. I don't like the downtown clubs so I haven't seen her since the move. Another girl went to a club down the street. I have seen her a couple of times. I guess the bottom line is. . . how badly do you want to see her again?

Best of luck.

That's too bad. I would probably hate going to your club. You should come to C-town for awhile.

Wondergrl. . . I try to avoid monopolizing the time of the dancer. I'll spend maybe 15 minutes chatting with them and enjoying a drink before getting a couple of dances. Once we are done with the dances, the girls I usually favor all know that they are welcome to go and chase any money they see in the room (and they also know that they can sit with me some more if they like). They can always come back later if it is slow. That's one of the reasons I tend to get along with most of the girls. I understand that they are working and they understand that I may have come to see them so as long as with both keep that in mind, then good things should follow. Yeh, there are occasions when I can't see a favorite because she is too busy but shit happens (there are times when they can't see me because I'm too busy with other girls). I hate it when a girl sits with a guy for an hour or two. No dances. They just sit and drink together. At some point the guy needs to decide whether he is getting some dances and then move on so the girl is available for other people.

I prefer to avoid the girls who only want the money. I'm willing to spend the cash, but if that's all the dancer wants, then they can get it from somebody else. I frequent a half-dozen clubs in the area but the one I stop in most I know almost all of the girls and it takes awhile for a new girl to find a place in the dance rotation. I was in the place on Saturday and of the 10 girls working five were on the "A" list. Those are the girls willing to exchange a text message outside the club, don't pester me for drinks (I'll buy them on my terms) and will sit down and start talking instead of asking for a dance. I don't have an ATF and I rarely refuse a dancer from sitting down at my table (unless they have previously shown the money-hungry attitude). All of this means that I have fun at the club because I usually spend time with the fun girls as well. I know they are there to make money (I have a deal with most of them that once we are done with dances, they don't have to sit with me if there is money to be made in the room but of course, they are welcome to sit with me) and I understand when they can't come over and see me right away (or sometimes at all). They know that I like a little variety when I go out and they aren't jealous when I stop in and might not get to them during a visit.

When it is cold, I go commando in a nice sheer pair of sweats that look more like pants then sweats. I would never wear jeans (because I don't want to piss off the dancers) and I've had a couple pair of dockers ruined by the rubbing in dances. When it is warm (or borderline), I will usually wear shorts with underwear. If the dancer wants to get closer to junior, the underwear is usually not an issue. If she doesn't, then the underwear is usually a deterrent to pissing off a dancer.

Interesting topic. Personally, lap dances have never pushed me over the edge before. They've been enjoyable, but it just hasn't been enough. That however doesn't mean that I have experienced this topic from both perspectives. I went to a club in a nearby city -- one that is well known for extras -- and maybe I was naive or maybe I just didn't think about it but as I was getting some oral satisfaction, the dancer would periodically stop what she was doing to make sure Big Brother outside wasn't looking in. Well, she stopped one time just as I was at the edge, and since you can't stop nature, it caused quite a mess in my shorts. I planned ahead after that in this club and if the dancer wouldn't allow CIM, then I would have a napkin or towel to clean up. This eliminated the problem. I went to another club and got a dance from a girl that was known for giving HJ and BJ in the private dance area. Sure enough, she pulled it right out and started to go to work. When the time came (sic), she caught it all in her hand and I have no idea what she did with it after that. I've never had that kind of experience at the best club near my house, even though the girls are notorious for giving some serious stick-shifting during the dances. The streak ended awhile back when I met a new dancer who told me I was too serious. I jokingly told her it was her job to make me happy. When we went into the dance area, she whispered in my ear that she was really going to make me happy, proceeding to continually rub ole junior throughout the entire dance. When I realized that I was about to cum, I told her to back off but she broke into a huge smile and tugged all the harder. A week later at the same club, I half-jokingly told another favorite dancer that the problem with this club was that the girls could never finish the deal (because of the openness of the private area). Now she had danced for me at least a dozen times before but for the first time, she seem challenged and told me that if I wanted to drop a nut, she would make sure it happened. I stopped her because I didn't want a mess but ever since, I don't go in the place without a cover (it has come in handy a number of times, including the one and only time one of the girls told me that she was feeling horny and and agreed to get me off if I got her first. After a good fingering, she quite conspicuously pulled me out and screwed my brains out just 10 feet from a bouncer and a half dozen other dancers - it was a great experience). Bottom line: I prefer to avoid the mess but some times, it is unavoidable.

I'm not positive, but I think Bones' permanent address is technically in a Champagne Room somewhere. I know he gets his mail there.

Substitute the word "latest" for "first" and I've got a good one for you. Work pissed me off a week or so ago and I took an afternoon off to see the day shift at one of my favorite clubs. When I walked in, one of the best dancers was up on stage and smiled when she saw me. I sat down and noticed that there were eight dancers and two customers. My dancer comes over as she walked off stage and asked, "did you come in to see me today?" and since I don't lie, I told her that I didn't come to see anybody in particular but was happy to see her working. Fast forward 15 minutes and we are all alone in the private dance area which isn't very private. On the second song, she asks if, "I'll get her off," So I proceeded to give her extremely wet kitty a working over. By the third song, she says, "I want you to taste me." Unfortunately, the place wasn't private enough though she did try to stick her snatch in my face. On the next song, she asked me, "My boss just went in back to his office. Do you want a blow job or would you prefer to fuck me?" Tough choice. But since I wasn't covered, I was going to opt for the BBBJ until she reached in my pants and proceeded to cover me up. Next thing I know, I am a good five inches deep in her with the six of the dancers and one of the bouncers no more than eight feet away. I was more than surprised. Needless to say, several minutes later, I left very, very happy and amazingly surprised by my first extra in a club that I thought it would be impossible to get an extra in.

There is a club near my house that was almost out of control with the number of extras that were being offered in it. On the other board, people would post that so-and-so would do a BBBJ for $50. This was mentioned in a series of reviews on here and sure enough, management got wind of it and cleaned things up. One girl, who wasn't mentioned by name but by code (e.g. D-------) was hounded by management and was ultimately fired. Others pulled back offers. I didn't share my full experience in the reviews (but did give good reviews and strong ratings) but because others couldn't contain their enthusiasm, a good place is now boring.

I left my office to run some errands and pick up lunch one day (my male assistant was with me). As we stood in line to order, I noticed one of my favorite dancers waiting to pick up her food. She noticed me as well and came over and said hi. I was going to introduce her to my assistant, but couldn't remember her real name and wasn't about to use her stereotypical stripper name. I was stunned for just a second until she introduced herself as " a friend of my family." To make things up, I offered to pay for her sandwich. The normally $4 sandwich cost me $12. (Okay, I made the up).

Paging Bones to the first extras thread. Paging Bones to the first extras thread.

After reading the reviews of one club in my area, I decided that I would check it out because the reviews more than hinted at much better mileage being available than what I was getting at the clubs in my area (which was pretty good but always came just short of leaving me happy). Went to the club with names of dancers in hand and tried some privates from a number of girls. I had never had a dance with a black dancer before but one caught my eye so I went back for my first dance of the night from her. We weren't five seconds into the song when she reached inside my shorts and started a HJ. She looked up at me and made the International Symbol for BJ (mouth open, head bobbing up and down). I thought about it for a second and responded with the International Symbol for "How Much" (finger and thumb rubbing together). $50 was the answer but I decided to wait. Tried a dance with another girl and got good two-way mileage. As we finished, she said that if I got another dance, she could give me a HJ or BJ. Two for two. My third dance was one of the names on the list but not THE NAME. She pulled me out and played with me for awhile but came short of offering a BJ. I finally got two dances from "The Name" and she wasn't five seconds into the dance when she started whispering in my ear, "I don't normally do this, but since you are so cute and have such a big cock, I have to. Just take care of me." She then pulled me out and went down on me but I stopped her to ask what is appropriate and she responded $40 which was fine with me. She proceeded to start an aggressive BBBJ, alternating between quick periods of inhaling my friend with periods where she would check for management. Just as the second song was about to end, so did I with the dancer eagerly using her mouth to stop what could have been a messy situation. She then swallowed, smiled and made an irreverent remark regarding my diet (something about eating barbecue). I went back to that place another five or six times and got similar treatment from the girls every time. Now that the law in Ohio has changed, things have tightened a bit at the place and the extras don't flow so freely.

Try asking in an indirect way. I've asked dancers "How naughty can you get" in a private dance and gotten some pretty decent responses. If they slam the door shut then move on. Many will ask what you are looking for (which, by answering of course, is solicitation), but you can probably be a little more direct.

Here is an interesting thing that happened to me the other night. I found a couple of free minutes to stop by one of my favorite night spots and one of the girls who had worked there for awhile but I'd never gotten a dance from was working. She's a cute girl, probably an 8, but she is a little tall and skinny with a massive set of fake boobs which just kind of turned me off because they were too big for her body. So I am talking with one of the girls when a the cocktail waitress comes over and mentions another dancers boobs as being really nice. The girl I am sitting with mentions "fake boobs" as having the best rack in the place and I questioned if they were real or not, being assured by both parties that they were real (and for you Seinfeld fans, and fantastic). So. . . now I've got to get a dance to see for myself (actually, 4 dances). Oh my god!! They were real and amazing and whatever other words you want to use to describe them. In short, they are the nicest pair of real tits that I have ever seen. (so much so that on no less than five occasions since, I have said out loud to my self, "Wow, she has some nice tits."

I pledge to talk only about strippers. . . and when relevant, pick on my new bestest friend Bones. Of course, anything I say will be dancer related because his life is just one huge lapdance.

I agree with compoundword. . . you've got to get outside for some fresh air. Really, who thinks about this shit?

For obvious reasons, I don't talk to too many people from my usual circle about my affection for clubbing. Since I am middle-age and terminally single, it has just been something that I started doing in the last 2-3 years. I exchanged a couple of emails with TUSCL members over that time, especially to get some pointers on who/what to do at certain clubs so that I could get a little extra mileage. These messages have helped. One time, I inadvertently sent an email about one TUSCL club members review of a club that I wanted to go to, only to find out that I was mistaken and that the TUSCL member had never been to that club. That is how I met Bones. I've gone clubbing with Bones a couple of times since that email and I have met him at his favorite spots in Cleveland on a couple of more occasions and I have enjoyed the time spent with him (though to be honest, spending time with Bones in a club is really an oxymoron. You may be there at the same time, but he is usually in the VIP area while you aren't or vica versa). Two things I've learned about Bones are that I hope I am that spry when I get to be his age and that even with a couple of decades on him, I can't possibly keep up with him (he has deeper pockets too).

I love eye contact with a dancer, especially during a $1 dance. I sometimes surprise a dancer at the stage when I approach her by looking in her eyes when she is shaking every part of her body in front of me and she expects me to focus on her boobs or kitty.

It is a slippery ground to go over because if you initiate the request, you can come off looking like you think the girl is a whore/hooker and all you want her for is sex (which, I guess, is true). If you build a little working friendship/relationship with the dancer, eventually she'll bring it up or hint at it if it OTC is something that she does. I've had dancers ask me for my number (one on a first encounter) and I usually joke that they won't call me (it usually ends up being about 50-50 whether they will call or not). I currently have the numbers of about six dancers who have called me and I probably exchange text messages at least once a week with most of them. I have seen two OTC and had offers from a couple more. The one that I text the most is the dancer I would most like to see OTC but she hasn't brought it up to me and I don't see her at work much (schedules don't match).

WOW, this is much better now. Thanks.

There are so many that it is hard to choose (and remember). . . . "I don't normally do this, but for you, I'll make an exception." "Do you now Tim (Bones)?" "When I dance for you, do you prefer more tits or more ass?" "When you are playing down there, you might want to watch out for my tampon."

My suggestion. . . Run Evilcyn. Run!!

Marrying a dancer. . . NO Going on a long honeymoon with a dancer. . . CERTAINLY. As for Bones comments on this thread, the only thing I can say is that Evilcyn is probably getting awful jealous. LOL of course.

I have dancers tell me all of the time that I need to smile. Once in FanasyLand West (Bucyrus), a dancer told me to smile and I said that it was her job to put the smile on my face. Sure enough, two LD's later I was smiling. I should use the line more often.