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13 years ago
In SF $600 got me laid. In Phx, one nite $1500 didn't, but the next nite at a different place $375 did. Arlington, VA, a dancer wanted to take me home for $0, but I was married so I passed. San Jose, CA, a dancer did come to my hotel room, though we both agreed not to have sex that night. We did both get naked and she cuddled with me while I masturbated. Very fun! Fort Lauderdale, FL, at the very first club I ever visited (29 years ago), a dancer offered sex (probably for money), but I declined. Extras were offered in LA (I declined), and were hinted at in San Diego. The dancer got rude with me when I was slow to understand the hint. I would say about 10% of the time, extras were available to me.
discussion comment
13 years ago
Depends on my mood, BUT for the most part I prefer extra-less eye candy. Best of all would be extras from eye candy, of course!
discussion comment
16 years ago
>What is your outlook on dancers all together?
I think dancers are some of the hottest beings on the planet. Many have rocking bodies and exactly the right amount of perviness to suit my tastes in women.
>What is your tipping style? Examples - Strict $1, what do you expect when you give a dancer a tip, etc..?
I make it a point to always sit near the stage and tip. I keep as many ones on hand as I can, and I like a waitress who understands this. Not many appear to.... I expect just a little interaction for $1. Enough interaction to see if she's what I'm looking for as far as more serious fun (lap dances).
>What do you expect out of a lapdance and VIP rooms?
For lap dances, I always expect that MMWV (my mileage will vary). I am happiest with lapdances when the dancer is not only beautiful but also very easy to talk to. I love verbal/mental stimulation just as much as the physical, so if she can talk dirty (or sweet) to me, I'm in heaven.
About the only thing I know to expect in VIP is that MMWV even more than with lap dances. The Holy Grail experience in VIP would be what actually happened to me once during a 3 for $120 nude lap dance session at the Spearmint Rhino CoI.
The dancer I had the incredible good fortune to hook up with was so skilled at giving lap dances that, without removing any of my clothing, by positioning my crotch under her body with her hand, and then grinding in my lap intensely, she gave me a mindblowing orgasm during the third song. I even had to ask her late in the first song to slow down or I wouldn't last!
I wish I could marry that girl...!
So anyway, that would be the best case VIP treatment. For a simply satisfying experience, I would settle for just a little more intensity, a little more verbal and physical stimulation, and naughty interaction than I could get during a lap dance setting. I'm cool with keeping the interaction within legal limits, though.
>Do you pay for talking time and/or do you offer to buy drinks or will you buy the dancer a drink if she asks? Or do you refuse under all circumstances to buy a dancer a drink?
If I am attracted enough to the dancer that I would be willing to take her for lap dances, then I definitely would buy her a drink if she wanted one.
>Are you the type of customer that likes to approach dancers your self or vice-versa?
A little of both. I don't like being asked within the first 5-10 minutes of entering a new club, but I do like being asked. It's definitely a turn on when a beautiful young woman comes up to a middle aged man like me and asks if I'd like a dance.
I'm probably more comfortable with approaching the dancers myself, however. I will definitely tell a dancer after her stage show that I'm interested in her if I am. I will also go find a dancer that I like and approach her if I find that for some reason she didn't ask me.
>If you only like certain dancers and one you don't like approaches you, how do you react to her?
Definitely an awkward situation, but I do politely say "No thank you, dear."
>What kind of club attracts you?
I love the nude clubs the best. I'm not a drinker, so that's not what I go looking for. I do like the high end clubs like Spearmint Rhino.
>And do you ask dancers for extras?
On occasion, I will truthfully tell a dancer that "I'm horny as hell" or something like that. That invitation to offer extras has never led to anything more than stimulating talk, however.
>If you ask for extras, what is usually the percentage that agree to extras?
A difficult question to answer exactly, and so I'm going to have a very long answer with all of my best examples. For me, the answer is maybe 15%? (3 for 20? 6 for 40?) I remember three specific incidences where extras were offered after I made my intentions known.
One time I walked into the Pink Poodle in San Jose and found Asia so attractive that I told her I'd love to meet her afterwards. She took me to one of her favorite restaurants, and we had a sexy bath in my hotel room. We didn't have sex (she said she didn't know me well enough, and I respected that), but she did lie next to me nude, let me rub my hands on her body, and she watched as I masturbated. We exchanged phone numbers, but that was the only time we ever got together.
Another time (actually before the Pink Poodle), I walked into the New Century Theater in San Francisco after having read on tuscl that the girls at the NCT will take you to private room and have sex with you. I went into the club actually looking for one dancer to meet and have sex with, if that was offered. While waiting for her, I ran afoul of another dancer that I wasn't interested in that would not take "No Thank You, Dear" for an answer. Happily, I did extricate myself from the first girl, and I did find the second. And just as the reviews on tuscl indicated, she was more than willing to take me to a private room for 30 minutes of fun, very clean half and half sex.
The third time was at the Spearmint Rhino at downtown LA, where I hit it off with a thin black dancer who used my line on me (told me she was horny). We went for a hot session in the lapdance room, and I satisfied my foot fetish by massaging and kissing her feet. At the end of the dances, I bought her a drink, and she pinched my nipples and offered me sex (I presume in a VIP room at the club). On that occasion, I politely declined her offer. Frankly, I was a little inhibited and self-concious because I had developed a mild case of E.D. (due to taking anti-depressants).
I have had three other instances where extras were offered or hinted at even though they were unsolicited on my part. My first visit ever to a strip club was at the Cheetah III in Pompano Beach, FL, when I was 18. On that occasion, a dancer danced a set for me, then went over to have a conversation with a man sitting at another table. She then came back to dance for me some more and asked me if I wanted her. I told her that I did want her but I thought I couldn't afford her. She did look disappointed when I told her that, and I felt bad that she looked disappointed, so I gave her a $5 tip. She came back to me afterward and gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead.
About ten years later, a dancer about my age at the Crystal City Restaurant in Arlington, VA, just flat out told me that if I was interested she was going to take me back to her apartment and screw my brains out. I initially agreed, but then apologized to her and told her that I couldn't. Chicken!
Finally, on a visit to the Cheetahs in San Diego, CA, a dancer informed me during a lap dance that she liked to give massages. For whatever reason, I was very slow to pick up on her hint, and she got aggravated at me for my denseness, I think.
discussion comment
16 years ago
Thanks for the answers. They make sense. I fall for the hustle too much, I guess. The VIP experience was really disappointing, except for the sexy talk. I actually got lap dances when we were out in the lap dance area. In the VIP all I got was the talk and some champagne.
I guess that's why I wondered about whether they thought I was a cop. Once we went back to the VIP, it was like they weren't sure what I was about.
discussion comment
16 years ago
Sorry in advance for the length of this, but a lot happened on my last visit to the Bourbon Street Circus in Phoenix. I'd appreciate any thoughts you might have on what happened. Anybody!
The bottom line was that I spent a lot ($$$$) and ended up annoyed and unsatisfied.
I went to this club on Wednesday, November 19, at about 9:30 pm. My plan was to sit at the rail of one of the stages, tip all of the dancers while scouting for one that suited my desires perfectly, then negotiating about $100 worth of lap dances before going back to my hotel for the night.
I quickly found a dancer that was to my taste in Alyssa, a mid-20’s blonde with a Britney Spears look. I told her to see me after her set was over - she had to rotate over to two more stages before finishing her three song set. She said that she would be happy to return for a lap dance when she finished her next two songs on the other two stages.
I waited at the first stage for her, and while she was finishing her next two songs, I also found another dancer named Christie who also matched what I like in a dancer.
Alyssa soon returned and whisked me off for a lap dance, but not before I told Christie to join us in the lap dance room unless she got a better offer. Alyssa gave me two very good lap dances before Christie finished her set. When Alyssa was agreeable to dancing four songs for me for $60 while Christie would dance two for $40, I thought my dream had come true. TWO beautiful women exactly to my taste for $100!
Next, Alyssa suggested the VIP room with a bottle of champagne, and I had had so much fun with the lap dances that I decided to go for it for a half-hour. I did have a lot of fun. Alyssa is almost certainly bisexual and her naughty talk about what she would like to do with Christie was very stimulating. At one point, I mentioned that it would be a fantasy come true to watch the two of them go at it, and if they wanted to do that at my hotel room or some other place of their choosing, I’d be all for it. Alyssa certainly seemed excited by the possibility, but Christie did not seem as enthused.
There was lots of talk about getting naked, but that never happened. I’m not sure if they were waiting for me to take off my clothes first, or if the naked discussion was just more naughty talk. I did see where the waitress and a bouncer occasionally checked in on us, so there really wasn’t much of an opportunity to do much of anything naked. Once the half-hour was up, they asked if I wanted another half hour, and I should have said no at that point, but I didn’t. I definitely got the impression that Alyssa wanted to hook up with me, her and Christie for that fantasy girl-girl scene after their night was over, so more than anything that made me think another half-hour would be worth it.
Alyssa and Christie did leave a couple of times to use the bathroom – we had a few glasses of champagne and a couple more of rose’ wine. I never left the VIP room, until Christie suggested (twice) right at the end of the hour that I either go take a smoke (I don’t smoke) or go to the bathroom. I did go to the bathroom, and when I returned, Alyssa suggested that we program their phone number into my phone. There was talk about having dinner later, which Alyssa was pushing but Christie was reluctant to agree to. (Good cop, bad cop, or genuine reaction? Not sure). It was at this point that I discovered that my cell phone was missing. A search of the room revealed that it wasn’t there. I returned to the front of the club where I learned that no cell phone had been turned in. I told them that I would go look in my car, so I walked out to my car, and at THAT point I discovered that I did not have my car keys, either!
I walked back into the club, very annoyed at myself for losing both my keys and my cell phone. It was at that point that my keys and cell phone were found (at the entrance to the club right where I just asked about my cell phone).
I now believe that Christie’s suggestion for me to leave to go to the bathroom was just a ruse to get me out of the VIP room so that the management could confiscate my car keys. Since I had been drinking, this was probably their way of ensuring that I was sober enough to drive before letting me loose on the road. If so, I wish they would have just said so. Why didn't they?
With regards to the phone, I could have just sat it down and forgot it, but another possibility does occur to me there, too. Whether Alyssa was being genuine or not, what I was suggesting (fraternizing outside the club) is not only dangerous (for both the girls and for me), but also might even be grounds for the dancers being dismissed from employment at the club. Taking my cell phone might also have been a way to prevent the girls from exchanging numbers with me.
I don’t know quite what to make of the whole night. I had not been to the club for at least five years, so I didn’t recognize anyone there, and I’m fairly sure no one knew me. I puzzle about ways that I could have gotten more satisfaction. Did the fact that I was willing to take two girls into VIP for an hour scare the dancers (and the staff) into thinking I was a vice cop? At one point, Christie did joke about whether I could buy her a jet, and at the time I thought it was funny, but maybe I scared the crap out of them? Would attempting to take off my clothes when they talked about getting naked have assured the girls that I wasn’t what they feared? Did I go to the club at a time when the management feared a raid – a case of bad timing? Or is BSC simply a place where management makes it a point to keep things no more than R rated in the VIP area?
discussion comment
16 years ago
Can you shed some light on what the heck happened to me on 11/19/08 at the Bourbon Street Circus in Phoenix? I hope this link works, but if not, I will follow-up by posting the whole review I put in under that club.
http://www.tuscl.net/d.php?DID=1694