Comments by BaddJack (page 12)

arbeeguy: Your post reminded me of that great scene in "Independence Day": First Lady Marilyn Whitmore: So, what do you do for a living? Jasmine Dubrow: I'm a dancer. Whitmore: Ah, the ballet... Jasmine: No, exotic.

Like many of you, I usually tell the truth, but with a twist. I use a childhood nickname, for instance, as an alias. I tell them I am a writer, as I do review many of the clubs that I visit for TUSCL. In life, I am a criminal defense attorney, so in my local clubs, the chances that some of them know me professionally is very high. I only slip out the BS when I am on the road. Strippers take a bigger interest if I tell them I am a writer, or a consultant. If I tell them the truth, all they want is free legal advice.

How we gonna learn 'em if we give the answers?

I call them ecdysiasts. They then ask what that means. Then I tell them. Most of them laugh, the bitches demand that I take it back and call them erotic artists.

I only give advice in a roundabout way by suggesting particular music. I try not to sound like I am complaining about the HipHop/HeadBanging/EmoBullshit, but, instead, suggest tunes to which she should dance. I once advised a breathtakingly beautiful dancer named Rumor to look around the room and pay attention to all the old guys. She asked what her next three-song set should be. I went to the DJ, tipped him a 10 and took care of it for her. She danced to "Livin' on Tulsa Time," stripped to "Cocaine," and made a zillion one-dollar tips by finishing with "Layla." Guys were literally standing two-deep at the stage. She thanked me profusely afterward.

Thanks, all. I guess I got carried away....

Arbeeguy: Agreed. I was just making the case that "St. Louis" was a real city. ESLA is not a particular destination spot. It is great for those of us that live close, but I do not go to the ESLA just for the clubs. Instead, they are a GREAT adjunct when business takes me to St. Louis. Still the best value anywhere that I have found since the demise of Kansas City, Kansas in the early 90s.

Gatorfan: Is that a guess or is it your experience. My experience with Salt Lake City was great, but it was also 15 years ago. Any new developments?

I tend to be more critical of the music she chooses. My clothes look crappy on me, too. I constantly look like an unmade bed, even if in a jacket and tie, and I seriously dress for comfort at a SC. If she asks what you think, that is a whole different ball game. I tend to tell her the truth, and if it pisses her off, well, she asked.

I have never had a "regular" and only play OTC and FS when I travel to other cities. I have found OTC full service is generally LESS expensive that ITC prime extras: the dancer does NOT have to share the loot, it is in addition to what she made that night at the club, she is not monitored by anoyone else, and it is on her terms with a guy she likes enough to spend time with. I usually take her out to breakfast (after her shift), take her back to my hotel, spend a long and tiring multi-pop session with her, and get her a cab. So far, the asking price is around $100-150 plus the price of Yellow Cab and Waffle House. This price also tends to be in line with CraigsList and BakcPage escorts who present a whole different set of risks.

All are worthy candidates. Right now, given the current economic climate, new laws pertaining to adult entertainment, etc., and the fact the city is major league in sports and in dining, the best place is St. Louis. Granted, you have to go across the river to Washington Park, East St. Louis, Sauget, etc, but the drive is worth it. Clubs are numerous and give high mileage. There is a type of club to suit everyone's taste, and hotels and meals in St. Louis are far less expensive that any of your three suggested destinations.

I try to go to a strip club EVERY year on Halloween for that very reason

Bottom line: ALL women have something to offer, it just depends on how you go about finding it. The young ones do not know how to flirt as well, but their bodies and enthusiasm are amazing. The older ones know how to shake the money-maker, but can be jaded. Pluses and minuses all around. Youngest dancer I ever knew got busted for being underage (in Missouri, at that time, 18) and I had known her dancing in at least two clubs for a few years. I must have met her when she was 15. She was sexy, bright and gave a great show. She also had stretch marks, so I am not sure age is the defining factor....

There was a club in San Diego years ago, and the alcohol removed that specific part of my memory containing the name, where the girls danced on the main stage in costume. Almost all of them. Cowgirls, cops, nurses, Catholic schoolgirls, referees (previously mentioned), nuns, participants from various sports, and, of course, super-heroines. Most of them were cliche and gimmicky. However, I still remember with great clarity the Native Indian princess and the harem girl. Both had elaborate and sexy costumes that came off in layers. The best was the girl dressed first as a painter, and then with Day-Glo paint lit only by black light. Best. Act. Ever.

No, but I just got great mileage from the stripper wife of definitelynotgreenvegas. And she swallows, too.

mmdv26 said: "Back in those days, I'm sure that KCK was way ahead of ESL in the "nasty for sale" department. You could literally find anything over there." Yes, I would have to say that one advantage to being in grad school in KCMO in the early '80s was the proximity to a very rocking strip club atmosphere across the river. "The Bowery" was like a brothel with a stage, "The Red Apple" was nasty, sweaty, and very high mileage, and "Bachelor's III" was simply the best strip joint I ever went to. There were others as well, but, alas, they are all gone.

Years ago a small-time porn starlet named Blondi Anderson danced at a local club. She was supposed to be a "feature" and her string of "Anal Party XXIV" and "College Bukake III" (or whatever lame movies she had been in) were on sale in the lobby. She acted just like one of the girls. She danced three sets, was passable with OK pole work, came out during the lame times when all dancers came out for the quickie dollar air-dances, and she even came out after her third set and did private dances. She seemed like one of the girls, and was a fair to good dancer. She was, however, very pretty and VERY stacked with huge natural boobs. Her mileage was as high as the club would allow, and I had a great time. So, yeah, I have seen one. One.

My favorite story about a club being busted was years ago when I went to KCK to a hole-in-the-wall joint called the "Bowery." They were putting on a Donkey Show, and word got to us law students across the river that it was going to be that night, so a carload of us got liquored up and headed to Kansas. About the time we got to the club, the cops were coming OUT. Three older guys (owner? promoters?) were being led out in cuffs; an older (40ish) voluptuous woman in a harem-girl outfit was being led out in cuffs: and a poor, sad looking burro was being led out and was loaded into an Animal Control trailer. We never got out of our car, but laughed so hard that we cried. The little donkey looked especially embarrassed.

Who is really being exploited here? Is it the "liar" or "hustler" or is it the sap that lets money get Hoovered out of his pockets for a little cuddle and a boner? WE are the exploited, and I am damn glad to serve.

"Senator, I served with Mr. Happy: I knew Mr. Happy; Mr. Happy was a friend of mine. Senator, you're no Mr. Happy." --Lloyd Bentsen

I agree with Chandler. I appreciate reviews that include detailed information like: "She rubbed her panty-covered vulva over my kahaki-covered lap until my penis became turgid. The song was too short for me to achieve climax, but she had a nice smile...."

Look, it is obvious that you have fallen in love with a stripper and she is selling several crocks of shit. You are coming to us to try and convince yourself one way or the other about her truthfulness. Dude. She is a STRIPPER. She sells a line of SHIT for a LIVING. Please stop.

Had a fave at a bikini club that was NOT married, and I knew this because I handled her divorce. She wore her wedding ring for three or four years afterward, and she said it freed her up to date OTC and have a "good excuse" to send the suckers packing after the session. She didn't want anyone sleeping over, didn't want to have to screw with breakfast and whatnot, and used "being married" to keep the strings unattached.

To answer your two questions: 1) wear dark pants, and make them comfy and roomy. If you are going with the purpose of increasing your friction, dark will help hide the stain. 2) Strippers do NOT tell all guys they are cute. I outgrew "cute" decades ago. I now, apparently, am "handsome," "distinguished," and "mature." I also look like the high-mileage troll that I am, and I know that every guy gets this treatment. 3) I had other answers, but now I forgot.

Went to a club in San Diego years ago that had a Japanese theme. They served warm sake in traditional cedar boxes. Nice.