Comments by Dudester (page 43)

No wonder that the drug business is running amok in that area-all the cops are at the titty joint peving out on other people.

Depends on the stripper. My first ATF and I had a lot in common. We would talk movies and music, then we headed to the back room, where, a couple of minutes in I was dining at the Y (she REALLY liked that),then it was hot and sweaty sex after her first couple of orgasms. Later, it was nights and weekends with her. My second ATF, for the first eight months was great at being playful. Last year, OTC Gal and I had great chemistry in bed. I think the key thing here was being able to actually enjoy spending time together, then, great sex.

I think Dick Johnson has a new alias.

Troop-Grooooooooannnn !!! If that was Texas, it would be an open and shut case. Come on the property and steal, you damn well will hear "BANG !!", and maybe nothing else.

I haven't seen this Christina, but smart money says she's not only pesonality impaired, but probably overweight and bitter to boot. It must suck to be her.

Life imitating art imitating life. See the movie: "Memory of a Killer" based on a true story in Belgium, circa 1995. Excellent movie.

Not cops, but I have an amusing story. In 95-96, a local church was trying to shame customers away from SC's in Houston. They were threatening to tell family members and put names and addresses in the paper. When I saw these do-gooders at the parking lot entrance, I parked, walked over, and showed them my driver's license. I insisted on having my name spelled right and asked if they wanted to contact my nearest relative (800 miles away), reminding them that I was "single, and thereforte entitled". I did leave with the threat that if they told my employer, I'd sue them into oblivion and beyond.

In Houston, the 1997 law says that dancers are supposed to be three feet away from customers at all times. It's being universally ignored.

Actually, last time I was at Splendor, a waitress tried to take my nearly full drink. I pulled it from her hand and gave her a dirty look.

And with the 2012 Olympics in Rio De Janiero, opportunities abound. For a great movie on this subject, see Lower City.

jab, I'm guessing BS = bullshit ? Yeah, the only job you find with a BS in Psychology is in a school district with low aspirations, or, you could have a leg up when joining a Police Department (quick promotions). Back in my PD days (1990's), my Bachelor of Science + Spec Ops background got me on ERT (similar to SWAT) and I ended up as reports administrator, warrants administrator, and FTO (Field Training Officer).

I saw this once on cable. Borrrringggg.

In 30 years, I've only clapped a couple of times. It's not a lack of common courtesy, as sinclair bemoans. Clappng is a hangover from the days of burlesque, when the girls on stage actually had talents. Today's strippers either don't have talent, or don't know how to display it. As today's strip clubs are basically bordellos in disguise, the only item being displayed and sold, is sex. In the days of openly operating bordellos in America, burlesque joints had musicians, comedians, and real dancing talent. At the same time, some bordellos had displays of talent. Some prostitutes entertained their clients by singing, or doing the can can with other dancers, or humerous skits. I'd refer you to my article here about the history of strip joints, but it seems to have disappeared.

My second ATF changed her major pretty much every semester. Last Thanksgiving, she had given up college because she was pregnant. She still owes me 100 bucks from tuition help two years ago.

pothead, boy have I got a story for you. It will make you think twice about letting a stripper drink at your table. Back in the 1980's, my sister was married to a Navy Seal. He was on Atlantic duty and the fleet had pulled into a Swedish port. Since his ship was the last one in, there was only one whore left on the dock. Automatically, she attached herself to Wally's group. Waly's group made their way to the nearest watering hole. Once the drinks arrived, the whore tried to partake of everybody's drink. All but one guy jealously guarded their drinks. The exception let her drink freely of his beer. Then, the whore whispered in his ear. The guy turned as white as a sheet. He turned his beer upside down and threw the whore out. It turned out that she specialized in oral and she'd been servicing the fleet all day. When the guys weren't laughing, they asked what it was like to give the entire fleet a "blowjob by proxy".

One would think that instead of advertising locally, they would be advertising on this site and others similar to this site. They might even offer an airfare/overnight package.

During the raid, police seized prescription pills, marijuana, U.S. currency, three handguns, six long guns, computers and DVR recorders. "Three handguns and six long guns" ???? WTF ???

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I'm with troop. I just feel horny in a SC.

QWERTY asked:"How traumatized are the boys?!?" I was in a spec ops unit at the time. Getting shot at was no biggee then. She never did anything threatening after that. Phillipinos are possessive, therefore my boys were her boys.

Like other workplaces, most likely discouraged. Many strippers, as we all know, are headcases. Add in a work romance and you're playing with fire, sharp objects, poison, and God knows what else.

Zac's visit was a good thing. Several yeas ago, when Vanessa thought Zac was straying, her nude pics popped up. Now that zac has sen some strippers in action: A) Vanessa will be taking pole dancing/lap dancing classes B) We'll see her new moves in some fashion. It's all good.

Edinburg, a city of 48,000 is in the southern tip of Texas, not far from the Mexican border. Based on the two arrests (and only two), I'd say that the cops went there on a fishing expedition. It's an election year, but the primaries were over in March. Some incumbent must be trying to hold onto his/her job.

Our view of China is of cities and flashing lights, and strippers/prostitutes working in that setting. However, I found a very interesting movie called Girl From Hunan (1988). The movie is about rural China. Evidently, in rural China they have something akin to muslim shria law. A couple in the movie is caught cheating on their mates. His legs are viciously broken, and she's stripped, paraded through the streets, then has a stone put around her neck and she's thrown overboard into a lake.

A part time receptionist in our office once danced at Rick's. She married a guy who makes in the high six figures. Yes, she gave up stripping for him, and she only works for pocket money.