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15 years ago
shadowcat says:
I have heard of these places. I have also heard that they are gay hang outs.
Dudester says "Duh !!! Where you been the last thirty years?"
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15 years ago
Back in 1999, I was in a now defunct nude place. I was there at opening (6 p.m.). As I was seated I saw one of the dancers came out of the dressing room. She was wearing a street top, but nothing below the waist. She was staggering from side to side of the hallway before disappearing into another room.
About 45 minutes later she was on stage. She appeared to be just fine. I asked her for a dance, more out of curiousity than anything else. The dances were done along he wall. During her dance, I didn't notice anything on her breath, so I can't even begin to imagine what she was on.
During our dance, an over protective security guard was chomping at the bit to come after me. It was such a distraction that she said "He likes me, he's afraid you'll hurt me." When I went to pay her, she noticed a wad in my wallet. Seeing the money she said "If I knew you had that much, I would've come to you earlier."
During the dance, she had put my hand on her twat, but I was so afraid of what might be in her bodily fluids that I didn't finger her. I only paid her for the one dance and left.
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15 years ago
In a bath house, you must do some special things to get some special extra attention.
1) It's an absolute requirement that you know all the Village People songs by heart, so run out to your used books/records dealer. Hope you have an 8 track player.
2) It helps to dress like one of the Village People, especially as a cowboy, construction worker, or indian.
3) Since you're likely to be exploring back doors, you should know that back doors (there's a lot of back doors in bath houses) open more easily with lubrication. Run out to your local Walgreens and get the industrial size, along with a couple of twelve packs of rubbers. If the check out clerk makes eye contact with you, start humming YMCA. Clerks have a sense of humour, so it helps if you dress like a cowboy (especially, a cowboy with a pink shirt).
4) In case someone at the bath house asks for a password, the password is always "flamer", then show the person who asked, your lube tube.
Have fun
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15 years ago
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founderslip a dollar in her g-string for me
Ducedly a grand idea and proposition. I will certainly contribute something in the next few days.
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15 years ago
One gal massaged my arms ( she learned it from her manicurist).
My present strokes my neck and massages my scalp (but not with fingernails).
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15 years ago
There's a Scottish Inn on Rankin Road in Houston, next door to Houston Dolls, and a third of a mile from St. James. They rent by the hour, and the rooms are clean as the maid goes to a room minutes after check out.
There's a Camelot Inn one exit over on the Beltway-same deal (also more secluded). I'm sure there are others in the city.
One caveat-the sheets are clean, but I can't vouch for the bedspread.
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15 years ago
My experience's are like Steve's (about 2 hours).
Once in New Orleans, I clicked with a dancer. We enjoyed each other's company. We hung out for four hours. Finally, because I was tired and had an early morning appointment, I left. Had it not been for that, might've seen where it led to.
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15 years ago
I write part time for a celeb site and one of my repeated complaints about Hollyweird is that strip club scenes are so inaccurate. Actresses who do research stripping will go into Scores, New York, and to that club alone. Tey also go as customers. They don't go to any other clubs and they never, themself,"take a walk on the wild side".
Writers might write the scene accurately, but it is the director's job to get the scene right. Most directors today are either gay, or castrated left wing feminists. They wouldn't dream od setting foot in an establishment that "oppresses or exploits females". Sad sack fucks.
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15 years ago
samsung's gal might've been BS'ing, but I know of a family where the oldest gal graduated cum laude with an accounting degree and her company (Price Waterhouse Coopers-no slouch of a firm)was so impressed with her that they hired her sister right out of high school.
Of strippers with great day jobs, only knew one. She had an engineering degree and worked for Brown and Root. She stripped one night a week just for fun.
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15 years ago
Simce I habit several clubs I stick with the same easily behaved B.S. I use a long ago nickname and I tell them that I'm a dispatcher for a company that hauls garbage. No one is interested in a garbage dispatcher, which allows me to be interested in them. If I see stretch marks, I ask about kids, which gets her to open up, sometimes.
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15 years ago
You specified somewhere east of the Mississippi, that eliminates Houston, but if it was mt last time, I'd definitely pick St. James.
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15 years ago
The last couple of times that it was noticeable for me, the dancer told me that she was working a long day to pay the rent and they had been at work 10-12 hours before they crossed my lap. Both of them needed a bath, a shower wouldn't cut it.
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15 years ago
Sometimes when shit happens, you want to be able to articulate the experience more than just you’ve, taken a shit. Here are some shit definitions to help you explain the situation better to your friends and family...*
Ghost Shit*
You know you’ve shit. There’s shit on the toilet paper, but no shit in the bowl.*
Teflon Coated Shit*
Comes out so slick, clean and easy that you don’t feel it. No traces of shit on the toilet paper, you have to look in the bowl to be sure you did it!*
Gooey Shit*
This has the consistency of hot tar. You wipe your arse 12 times and it still doesn’t come clean. You end up putting toilet paper in your underwear so you don’t stain it. This shit leaves permanent skid marks in the toilet.*
Second Thought Shit*
You’re all done wiping your arse and you’re about to stand up when you realize it.....you’ve got some more.*
Pop a Vein in Your Forehead Shit*
This kind is the kind of shit that killed Elvis. It doesn’t come until you’re all sweaty, trembling and purple from straining so hard.*
Right Now Shit*
You better be within 10 seconds of a toilet. Usually it has its head out before you get your pants down.*
King Kong or Commode Choker Shit*
This shit is so big that you know it won’t go down the toilet unless you break it into smaller chunks. A coat hanger works well. This kind of shit usually happens at someone else’s house.*
Wet Cheeks Shit*
This shit hits the water sideways and makes a BIG splash that gets your arse wet.*
Wish Shit*
You sit there all cramped up and fart a few times, but no shit!*
Snake Shit*
This shit is fairly soft and about as big around as your thumb and at least three feet long.*
Cork Shit (Also Known as Floater Shit)*
Even after the third flush, it’s still floating in there. My god! How do I get rid of it? This shit usually happens at someone else’s house.*
Mexican Food Shit (also called Screamers)*
You’ll know it’s alright to eat again when your arsehole stops burning.*
Beer Drunk Shit*
This happens the day after the night before. Normally your shit doesn’t smell too bad, but this shit is BAD. Usually there’s somebody standing outside to use the toilet. This kind of shit also usually happens at someone else’s house.*
The Frightened Turtle*
The kind of shit that just pokes its head out then quickly goes back in*
The Bungee Shit*
The kind of shit that just hangs off your arse before it falls into the water.*
The Ring of Fire Shit*
The kind of shit where you eat really spicy food and your arsehole feels like the inside of a cigarette lighter.*
The Crippler*
The kind of shit where you have to sit on the toilet so long your legs go numb from the waist down.*
The Big Bobber*
The kind of shit that no matter how many times you flush it always floats back to the surface.*
The Shitty Shitty Bang Bang*
The kind of shit that hits you when you’re trapped in your car in a traffic jam.*
The Incredible Hulk Shit*
The king of shit that sits in the toilet overnight and mysteriously expands to twice it’s normal size.*
The Jack the Ripper Shit*
The kind of shit that yanks out the hair of your arse as it pushes its way out.*
The Party Pooper*
The giant shit you take at a party. And when you flush the toilet, you watch in horror as the water starts to rise.*
Dirty Bowl Shit*
The kind of shit that comes out in a million pieces a second, reminiscent of an avalanche - but with rocket propulsion, and splatters all over the toilet bowl.*
The Windy City Shit*
When you sit down, and fart for so long and hard that you no longer need to take a shit.*
Oh Shit! Shit*
You shit so much and wipe your arse so furiously you run out of toilet paper and you say OH SHIT!*
The Never Ending Shit*
It’s the shit that keeps running out of your arse like pee, and just when you start wiping your arse your stomach gargles and splash, more shit runs out. This always happens after eating at Kentucky Fried Chicken.*
Ouch That Hurt Shit*
The type of shit that leaves you feeling like you just hopped onto a bicycle without a seat. Sensation usually lasts hours.*
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15 years ago
5 of the 6 makeovers I saw, I definitely did not like. A couple of times they frightened Mr. Happy into a hiding position. No matter what they did, they couldn't get him to come out and play.
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15 years ago
Most (under 21) dancers are great to look at, but poor at lappers. However, there are diamonds in the rough to be found and the occasional 18-19 year old is as good as a older woman, but they are are rare.
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15 years ago
You know gator, I only read eight or nine posts into the thread you mention, until now.
I don't know for a fact, but I'll safely say this-you should change your nom de plume to coast to coast (radio) fan, or george nouri fan, or something along that line.
Goodness gracious.
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15 years ago
You know gator, I only read eight or nine posts into the thread you mention, until now.
I don't know for a fact, but I'll safely say this-you should change your nom de plume to coast to coast (radio) fan, or george nouri fan, or something along that line.
Goodness gracious.
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15 years ago
Personally, I find any kind of hosiery on a woman a turn off. With that said, if you like them, wear them.
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15 years ago
Haven't had a money problem in the club, but sometimes I wear a nice leather jacket to the clubs (it's comfy, warm, and in winter some clubs will be freakin cold). Anyway, I once wore the jacket in a secluded section. There was one other couple in our area. I don't know why, but I felt comfortable leaving my jacket on the chair.
Went off with my dancer to get some lappers. When I returned, my jacket was missing. I looked around and noticed the other dancer wrapping the jacket around her chair. She instantly apologized and fessed up that her client had told her the jacket was his. She even offered a free lapper to show her sincerity (I didn't take it since she was a chain smoker [YUCK !!])
I've never left my jacket alone since.
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15 years ago
Actually, a stripper could apply for a sales position with this:
Hostess with five years experience. Have excelled at the art of entertaining clients and feigning interest. Have also encouraged same clients to invest anywhere from hundreds to thousands in a single evening, promising much, but delivering little. Have also handled same customers by assuring them that the next experience would be better and have noticed repeat business from some of the same customers.
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15 years ago
I have an advanced degree in the school of hard knocks? Does that count?
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15 years ago
Pervert, with thirty years experience in strip clubs, seeking placement as director of new strip club talent. Well renowned for my skills at oral sex (recommendations available), I am also excellent at training new talent in the ability of giving great lapdances, so as to please clientele. I am also creative in design ideas with budget as my only restraint, and I have a background in music to ensure that clientele are entertained, and their experience becomes memorable enough to ensure repeat business. I am flexible in salary and hours. I look forward to meeting and interviewing with your company.
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15 years ago
A lot of coties have a six foot distance requirement, so if she's in your lap (doesn't matter if sex is involved or not), you both get busted. I talked to one guy. He said he got a citation for public lewdness (he got a lawyer & the charges were dropped), but she got busted for prostitution.
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15 years ago
About twelve years ago, I had an hour to kill, so I dropped into a club. I had been there about 20 minutes when this 30ish dancer comes up. There's some conversation and I agree to a lapper. She climbs into my lap and suddenly I'm overwhelmed by a smell-like the combination of week old unwashed armpit, shit in a toilet-unflushed after 12 hours, and dried piss. The smell came from between her legs. About thirty seconds in I commanded her to stop. I paid her the 20 and begged her to go across the club from me.
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15 years ago
I think curious george was asking about extras, ITC, and suddenly we're talking about OTC. And so to answer curious george and electronman, I find that the best way to ask a dancer for something special is to have your hand in her panties. If your bare hand is on her cooter (no vice cop would dare do that), she knows you're sincere.