Comments by Dudester (page 5)

This was the place where I had a confrontation with a mountain sized bouncer because a late 40ish cow wanted a tip for swinging her sagging udders and cellulite onstage. When I refused, she sicced man mountain Mike on me. He took two steps and froze because I gave him a "don't fuck with me" look, "because it will cost you dearly." I then left the club, with her protesting dearly, she badly wanted (and most likely needed)that single. Anyway, the post I gave above about the distance was from California clubs in the 80's. I did get a hands off, but stripper touch, contact LD at the original Rick's in 1989 from an absolute blonde Goddess. It was only one (I was a poor college student at the time).

table dances for $3.00 It was strictly air, and nothing but air. NO touching at ALL. NONE The strippers, for the most part were prettier and classier than today, but there was no back room. If a club had a back room, she was five feet from you at ALL times.

It's like the early 1970's all over again. PD's tried to send cops undercover, but in the overwhelming majority of cases, cops compromised themselves and the cases. Most cases, then, were thrown out. What helped, back then, was that judges were left of center. Today, at least half of judges will side with the PD, knowing that the sex worker can't begin to afford an appeal process.

deogol-in the cases referred to above, these guys aren't your rush the border at night in a group types. They bring them in on planes, with a visa, or in a shipping container on a ship-the custom agent and dock personnel are paid off or compromised, or in other countries through legal channels and this legal channel is exploited. What was mind blowing to see, when an NBC reporter lead Thai Police to raid a bordello of underage girls, the girls were beyond confused. They were raised in the bordello and it was all that they had known. They had nowhere to go, and didn't know what to do.

Oh yeah. At the now defuct "Mansion", black dancer, who was intelligent, treated me with sarcasm and derision. The ten or so others, had never been on the internet. Might have seen it in the presence of someone else, but never surfed it.

I wonder why the Jacksonville FL news picked this up? Slow news day ? Relevant-Back in the early 80's, a Marine who was the only cook in a small messhall, was caught during a surprise inspection peeing into a container that contained lemonade. He was court martialed and found guilty. Given a chance to speak before his sentencing, he said "Every one of you have eaten in my messhall. I hope you enjoyed the mayonaisse."

Smells like a fishing expedition to me.

I've always hated B of A. As a non account holder, I've had to go there several times and they treated me beyond horrible. I hope they die a horrible death.

Depends on the club, the night, and who is in charge. I've seen topless girls solicit dances at Houston Dolls, St. James, and the Trophy Club, but only at certain times. Even though the clubs above are topless, I've seen panties hit the floor at selective times during LD sessions.

Interesting because my background is in law and I have a fascination with history. With that said, Up until the early 1960's there was a bordello in every American city, size medium and up. Everyone knew where it was, including the local Sheriff. A coaltion of feminists and religious zealots had them shut down. That started a cycle that has now come full circle. To quote a recent movie, "The Sexual Revolution has ended and we won. The moment that pole dancing became mainstream exercise, women lost." Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows that extras can be had in strip clubs. Escorts are just a few mouseclicks away. Prosecutions are selective and done only for P.R. purposes. Wives know that the hubby getting worked up at the SC will improve their sex at home (this is often acted out on TV and in movies). So, everyone knows the score and everyone is in denial. At a site I write for, an author did a per capita comparison of the Netherlands and the US and found that property taxes would drop by 80% if the US licensed, regulated, and taxed legalized bordellos. Speaking of bordellos, the bordellos in Nevada have begged to be taxed. The state refuses to do so because doing so would legally recognize (instead of just tolerating them). So, the bordellos only pay a 1,500.00 annual business license fee.

Recently, a nudist had a trial by national media because he walked around naked in his house and his neighbors could see him. When it got to court, the Judge threw it out, embarassing the prosecution.

At Heartbreakers in the mid 90's, I spotted a petite dancer (my fave fetish)and asked for a dance. Instrad of a dance, she actually squirmed in my lap. I also noticed during the dance that she had a ton of makeup on her face and her hair pretty much glued to her forehead. Just as her dance ended, a middle aged woman two seats over said "She's really something, isn't she ?" At that moment, I realized that the woman was her mother and the girl in my lap was 15, tops, most likely younger. A definite "YIKES !!" Just then, another dancer, on stage earler (I had asked her also for a dance) came by and asked if I wanted a dance. I gladly hightailed it out of there.

fetish is an example of a self starter who doesn't need a house mom. With that said, there are strippers who would be lost without them. Some women get to the club, and either forget something vital (i.e. tampons) or they only brought two costumes to the club, and within the evening, both outfits need repair, or a wash.

Stopping in mid story. ??? Stripping/hooking/escorting is a gateway profession and the gate swings both ways. Keep your eye on the prize at all times and the pay off is great. Get lost in the game, and you find yourself in your mid 40's, with nothing to your name, fighting alcoholism and/or other addictions. Just a few months ago, I shook off an ex that attempted to rekindle something with me. She was never a stripper/hooker, but she was molested as a child. She became a full raging nymphomaniac. She's now in her mid 40's, drinks every day, pursues dick like a bloodhound pursues a scent, and she doesn't think she has a problem.

To save money, stop going to the club and only do OTC with her. Also, I pick up that there's feelings here (on your part), and you better face now that she's just a provider, and only a provider. She only cares about your wallet, she is not girlfriend material. The more distant you are, the more she is interested. So, after a couple more OTC dates you can ask for a price quote on overnighters. Keep in mind that strippers DO NOT do overnighters, unless you take her on a trip. You're still looking at an investment here, I hope you can afford it.

Perhaps we should reach out to Hicks and point out the error of his ways. We could become a "mission home" for men who need tail, and instruction in how to do it right.

It's 2011, and the Police did what they used to in 1930-raid a burlesque show because a titty popped out. 81 years and nothing has changed ?

I've had GF's try, twice, to talk me into that. Tried a threesome with one of those, and it backfired, badly (Gloria regretted welcoming Laura to our bed).

There's more to this story. The stripper fucked up by telling Police-her club won't be happy that she is on record doing OTC.

Wolfies used to be my sports bar of choice-a GREAT chicken sandwich (beyond compare). However, they suddenly decided to change their clientele to ghetto folk and lost my business. Hooters' best shot is suing the VP who emailed the propietary info. Sue him into oblivion and his new company might have to step in.

Was at Houston Dolls in 2004. On my first visit, I found that extras weren't just on the menu, they were easily had. Financially, and emotionally, I wasn't ready. On my second visit, I saw a stripper I was interested in. We went to to the back room and just a minute into the LD, she flashes the kitty. I went, middle finger first. AsI sank in knuckle deep, I asked if we could fuck. Excitedly, she said "Absolutely !!" The panties hit the floor and I mounted her. A couple of minutes later, she clears her throat and says "I guess we should discuss price." I told her how much I had and she agreed, telling me to resume. When I finished, I asked her where the condom should go. She replied "Oh, just throw it behind the chair. There'll be a dozen more before the night's over."

3:30 a.m. hmmmm...

I try getting the girls to open up and talk about themselves, but very few will. One of the best SC visits I had, the girl blabbed on for five minutes, then she said "I'm supposed to listen to you." I told her that I would prefer if she would go on, but she refused.

I've never seen one, but I nearly got into it once with a bouncer (he wisely thought otherwise), and on two other occasions, I've had staring contests with gorilla sized enforcers that some pain in the ass, mouse sized, drug dealer had brought with them. I just don't think that a stripper is worth fighting over, but on the three situations above, I knowed I could've wiped the floor with those assholes.

It's too bad Canuck land doesn't have a loser pays law on suits like this.