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15 years ago
Child birth is traumatic to the body. Young teens quickly bounce back from the most traumatic of injuries. For these reasons, for thousands of years, men married girls as young as twelve.
If you talk to your mothers or grandmothers, you will find that as late as the early 1960's, it was very common for 16 year olds to marry. It has only been only since then that we have tried to reinvent thousands of years of human nature.
The age of consent is clearly arbitrary. There are a handful of 14 year olds out there emotionally and physically ready for adult sexual relationships. By that same token, there are more than a handful of 31 year olds out there who are not emotionally equipped to deal with an adult sexual relationship.
In 1987, Texas raised the age of strippers from 15 to 16, and in 1989, raised it from 16 to 18. The only problems incurred in this kind of thing was when the 16-17 year old was forced to work in a sexual environment. The latest surveys find that most teens lose their virginity by age 16. To pretend that most 16 year olds are chaste virgins is uninformed, imaginative, and naive.
In 1989, in my senior year of college, my human sexuality class did a very in depth sex survey (they do this annually). In my class, the average age of males was 20, the females 19. Number of lifetime sex partners for males was 8.5, for females, it was 18.7 One would think that males would brag of their exploits, but it was clear that the girls were way ahead of the guys.
So much for the academic stuff.
Most of us know that most 18 year olds are terrible at lapdances, they don't begin to understand sensuality. They're in a big hurry and hop around quite a bit.
In my life, I've slept with four 18 year olds. Three of them were flat out terrible in the sack. The exception was a California girl who was especially gifted. Sexually, a woman is at her best, late in her 24th year. She still has the firmness of youth, but also the experience of years of lovemaking. I've also found that 24-25 year olds are the best at lapdances.
So, should a 16 year old be allowed to dance?
1) If the law allows it
2) If she really wants to (not being coerced by family or boyfriend)
3) Under 18 year olds should be exempt from penalties, like leaving early, or mandatory tip out levels (theirs should be lower than adults to reduce the pressure to resort to extras to make tip out).
Just my two cents
Also, don't quote me out of context, I'm quoting fact here.
discussion comment
15 years ago
For the most part, when you use the words "private party" to a stripper, it means that the stripper and her friend will show up to dance and only that. A two hour private party goes for 300 (per dancer) plus tip.
Sometimes, the stripper knows when you ask her that it's only going to be an OTC thing for just you and her. The results of this will vary.
I'm sure we all recall the story of just a few years ago where a North Carolina stripper and her friend showed up for a private party to entertain a lacrosse team. Within days she had filed charges and because the boys of the teams had parents with deep pockets, a situation that could've been ugly turned on the dancer. Under the scrutiny of high powered lawyers, it turned out her story had more holes than a collander.
On the other hand, I googled strip club stories and found a bunch of stories from guys, unlike us, who don't frequent strip clubs. The stories were entertaining, but one story pertained to a private party. Two dancers had already been paid to entertain 8 or 10 guys and were doing so. A couple of the guys wanted more and a dancer taunted "You guys can't afford that." One guy pulled out a whole bunch of benjamins. The dancers conferred, then accepted the offer, and serviced all of the guys.
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15 years ago
I write part time at a celeb site. There were papparazi pics taken of her during filming. She climbs out of the water onto a pier topless, HOWEVER, she's wearing flesh colored pasties, so if you see (nudity) in the film advisory, it's a ripoff. BTW, she's also wearing flesh colored panties, so in case they use lens filters and CGI...like I said rip off. You won't see Megan naked. Save your bucks.
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15 years ago
St. James has one-center stage (but raised up). It's pretty boring and rarely used.
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15 years ago
The following things make me shudder:
Bolt ons
More than just a hint of makeup
cigarette in hand
dancers who look like they play line for the Minnesota Vikings
Dancers freakishly tall AND wearing platforms
Dancers over 45 years of age
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15 years ago
Well cat, SC "Managers" aren't really known for ther managerial skills. They are often selected because of who they now as opposed to what they know. A Manager in a customer service oriented company is trained to do many things. A SC Manager is only trained to do a few things.
Gridget acted admirably. In my company, she'd receive recognition and some kind of financial reward. The difference between level I and II EMT's and Paramedics is that Paramedics are allowed to dispense drugs and Paramedics also have wider latitude in heart attack cases.
I find your attitude towards Gridget to be....interesting. I wish her luck in finishing her Paramedic skill level and hope she gets on with the Fire Department soon (she would be wasted working for a private ambulance company).
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15 years ago
Back in 92, when a dancer fell off a stage and landed on me, a couple of bruises.
2005-Houston Dolls had lost it's SOB license. A dancer was wearing a top with metal rings. She literally started beating my head against the wall of the room. I made her stop.
A former ATF had a penchant for biting me.
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15 years ago
I always always fly solo. When I have taken buddies, they seriously cramp my style.
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15 years ago
txtittyfan is right, but he did a two second look at that jailbait's ass. Sarkozy, who is married to a supermodel was seriously checking her out.
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15 years ago
My OTC gal, who is black (thin and sexy) has been complaining that upscale clubs are running off black gals, especially those with junk in the trunk. She's been dividing her time between the upscale club and a black club.
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15 years ago
Anybody else heard of this place?
Yeah, you can get all kinds of bunny, skinny bunny, fat bunny, fuzzy bunny, shaved bunny, wet bunny, smelly bunny, black bunny, brown bunny, white bunny and yellow bunny. Personally, I prefer shaved bunny topped off with ectasy sauce. It's finger licking good.
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15 years ago
Dain, something to think about-in private dances, I've excited a few dancers. They left me a little wet. My present OTC gal says she isn't worth anything after I make her cum, and several times in the club I left her a little weak in the knees.
So, my point is, she's spent. She's wet, yes, but she's satisfied. If you think she's hot to trot because she's onstage with wet panties, you should rethink.
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15 years ago
For myself, "extras" is my dick in her pussy. I'm not fond of getting head and I don't like HJ's for pretty much the same reason-in that the girls seem to not understand how to handle Mr. Happy.
My clothes off, ITC, while fucking her, is a bonus to me.
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15 years ago
About twelve years ago, when St. James had trailers out back for extra fun, and inside the club was more fun too, I saw a Katie Holmes (when she was in her first year on Dawson's Creek) lookalike. Got her in a little room for some lappers. The first dance was slow and sensual. During the second dance she introduced herself to Mr. Happy by kissing the tip and rubbing him on her cheeks. Just then, someone hit a dimmer switch and it became near pitch dark in the room.
At first, we both looked up with shock. Then she smiled, stood, and slipped her panties off. "Want to to have some real fun?" she asked. I was on limited funds and didn't want the drama in case she was wanted a couple of Benjamins, so I politely declined, zipped up and fled.
At first,
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15 years ago
In my years clubbing, I can count on one hand the number of lappers I've had that were memorable. With all but one of those from whom I had a great lapper, I've had extras. The art of a great lapper is lost on most girls in the club today.
So, I go with the extras.
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15 years ago
Saw a girl at one club who gave a low mileage dance at a topless club. She had a hands off attitude too. Months later, when I saw her at a nude club, she was not only friendly, but let me fuck her ITC.
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15 years ago
Several computers with touch screens in the lobby. Pics of dancers on duty with their availability at the moment.
and/or
Same type of device at your table. Sends beep to the dancer you desire to come to your table.
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15 years ago
Don't like stockings one little bit, for any reason or purpose.
However, I dig those thigh high boots on a woman,taken off for a lapper.
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15 years ago
A really hot, but smart, stripper in an upscale joint talked me into a 300 dollar HJ.
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15 years ago
What I have done twice, is use cash to pay for the dancer and credit card for the bottle.
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15 years ago
Shiri Appleby
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15 years ago
When you call, ask her if she texts. This way, you can text her and be clear what you want. Mine is "booty call at (time, place)?"
All you are doing is asking for pussy. You can negotiate rate in person.
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15 years ago
In the early 80's, a now defunct strip club in San Diego did-none recently.
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15 years ago
Nineteen: Volume 41-guy goes into strip club. Dancer comes out on small stage, strips nude, he tips her, they talk, she starts lapper, he wants FS. She quotes 200, he pays her and....
Amateur girl works: Fresh on Camera-on scene 12 Vanessa Chase wants a hotel room. In dress, she starts giving the hotel manager a lapper, stripping while she does it. They work into FS. The scene basically plays out like any trip to the VIP where FS is on the menu.
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15 years ago
From my website:
The vacation itself was a year in the planning, but that I found John was a stroke of luck. In the service, we had been the best of friends. We had had some adventures together-great fun. It was on a military bulletin board that I had stumbled across him. We exchanged several emails. I told him that I was going to Los Angeles for a vacation and he suggested lunch. I was a little taken back that he only suggested lunch, considering our history, but I guess he had his reasons.
At the lunch, he walked up talking on a cellphone. From the conversation I correctly guessed that he was a busy business owner. I also easily picked up the impression that he was trying to rush the lunch to get back to his business. We made small talk, then he just hit flat out hit me with the proposition.
He ran a limo service and one of his most trusted drivers was at the hospital because his wife was giving birth. He desperately needed someone to fill in. Since he usually ran backgrounds on his drivers because of his clients, and I was a trusted friend, he basically pleaded with me, telling me just needed one day and he would pay three hundred. I was a little shocked, but I took the gig.
The next morning at 7 I was at his limo service. I was given an address and and a password. I drove to the address and pulled up to a large gated house. I gave the password, when asked, over the gate intercom. The gates opened and I drove up to the front door. A short cute girl walked out of the door. She was talking busily on a cellphone and hardly paid me any mind. I opened the limo door and put Mackenzie Rosman of Seventh Heaven in the back.
As I drove off to the studio, she continued talking on her cellphone. I tuned her out, but did glance occasionally at her in the rear view mirror. Finally, at the studio, as I let her out of the car, she looked directly at me. She gave me a look, then walked off to do her acting thing.
I camped out in the limo, reading a book and enjoying the radio. I would've been at Disneyland today, but that could wait. A nice caterer brought a box lunch out at noon. Mackenzie finally reappeared just before four in the afternoon. She gave me another look as she got in the limo. She was quiet for the first couple of minutes, then broke the silence with:"You're not my usual driver".
"His wife gave birth. I'm only filling in today. John, the owner of the service is an old friend. We served in the military together".
"Really?" she asked.
I then told her the hilarious story about how John had once accidentally punched our unit commander. The story made her laugh. I quickly followed that story with one about how John's family had forgotten he was going home on leave and he had to break into his own house. She laughed again and saddled up to the seperator between the driver and passenger department.
"Tell me another story" she said.
I then told her a story about whoring in Hong Kong. She was spellbound. As I finished the story, we arrived at her place. I got out and opened the door for her. She thanked me as she climbed out, walked a few feet towards the door, and paused.
"My mom and sister are out of town for the next couple of days", she admitted, "would you come in and keep me company for a little bit?"
It's not everyday that I get that kind of offer from a TV star, so I went in with her. The first couple of minutes were a little awkward, so I asked if she wanted another story. Her smile and rapt attention returned. I told her a revenge story about an overzealous military cop on our base. John and I had framed him to make it looked like the cop had intentionally crashed his patrol car.
The story made her laugh and put her at ease.
"You've led such an exciting life" she said.
"Naaah", I protested, "you're the TV star. I'm sure you've met some famous people and went to some parties"
"Well, yeah", she admitted, telling me about the time she met Julia Roberts at a party.
"See" I said, playfully poking her in the ribs as she finished the story.
She giggled, then stood up. "Do you mind if I change clothes?" she asked, "I usually change clothes at home".
"Go ahead" I told her.
I was alone in her living room for several minutes while she was gone. Her living room was like any other upper middle class living room. There was the prerequesite family pictures, but also a very clean smell that comes from maid service. Mackenzie finally reappeared in a white terry robe and matching slippers.
"Can I show you my game room?" she asked.
She then led me back to a spacious game room, that included a pool table, arcade video games, and something that caught my attention-a bumper pool table. I hadn't played on one since I was a kid and I asked if she would play a game for me. The game brought out the kid in her, but I noticed her glance over at a curtain that hung in the corner of the room. We finished the game, then walked around the pool table contemplating a game when I noticed her glance in the curtained corner again.
"Is something wrong?I asked.
She was quiet for a few seconds, then asked, "Can I show you my dream role?"
She had been so nice that I said yes. "I got a script last year" she explained.
"I wanted this role so bad, but my parents absolutely wouldn't let me do it. I've wanted to do this so bad".
"Go ahead" I said.
She walked over to a panel and pressed some buttons. "Detroit Rock City" started playing over some speakers as the curtain opened to reveal a small stage and a stripper's pole. She took off the robe to expose a black two piece babydoll negligee on her tight little body. She took the stage and started doing the bump and grind. She had a smile as she spun, shook, and posed sexily. Then, in a practiced maneuver, she undid the top and twirled it off exposing a pair of small mounds topped with dark brown nipples. As the song ended, and the slower "Wonderful Tonight" began, she sank to the stage floor, lying on her back and sexily wiggling her hips. In another practiced maneuver she raised her hips and sexily slid her panties down her legs.
She discarded the panties, then spread her legs wide to give me a view of her bald pussy lips. She rubbed her hand over her pussy several times and briefly parted her lips to give me a peek of vagina. Then she smiled and beckoned me forward with a finger. I walked up between her legs.
"Aren't you going to tip me?" she asked.
I fished the two singles I had out of my wallet and laid them on her stomach. Then I put my hands on her small tits groping them before sliding down her ribcage to between her legs. I slid fingers up and down her crack before finding her moistness and inserting a finger in her. She moaned and raised her hips to give me greater access. I began finger fucking her, using my thumb to play with her clit.
She got into it thrusting her hips as her moisture leaked out of her and down her asshole. She suddenly squealed and shook as she experienced an orgasm. Before she could lose the feeling, I picked her up and placed her on a couch in the room. I quickly unzipped and entered her. She panted, thrusted, and clawed at me as I undressed and fucked her at the same time. Already aroused, I quickly felt my cum rising and shot a load into her.
We paused for a few minutes, then, as I remained in her, I began making love to her. I played with her neck and ears, nibbled on her nipples and brought her to another orgasm with slow thrusts before I began pounding her again. She had her third orgasm as I had my second.
We caught our breath, then she asked if I had ever done that with a stripper.
"Not onstage" I answered. "Tell me about your dream role" I asked.
"It's about a teen girl who strips to support her crippled father" she explained.
"I'd go to see that, but you couldn't make that movie in the U.S."
"My father said something like that".
"You are definitely the hottest stripper I ever saw".
"Really" she asked with a big smile.
"If I saw you in a strip club, I'd become your biggest customer".
She opened her mouth to say something, but I began playing with her clit. A moment later we were fucking again. We broke for a naked dinner, then I fucked her in her kitchen. To complete the evening, we fucked in her parent's bed, then remade it as if nothing happened.
I spent the night with her, then resumed my vacation the next morning. John was a little ticked that I returned the limo late, but gave me a look wondering if I had done what I had really done. As for Mack, I gave her a memory and a chance to do her dream role.