Comments by georgmicrodong (page 63)

I can't say that I "binged" per se, but there was a bit of an uptake during the shutdown. Remaining fully employed, with almost no activities on which to actually spend money, whilst the dancers themselves were scrambling to find *part time* work in a contracting economy meant there was nearly always someone available, even some who were absolute "no way" types before. I have, in fact, slowed down recently, but it's mostly because of some other stuff on the horizon for which I need to prepare.

I've related this story here before, but back when I was still a good little boy who only engaged in covered activity, even oral, one girl offered to blow me covered, but let me nut on her face for a ridiculously minute amount of money. For whatever reason, it was a huge load that time, and it went all over her face and mouth (I don't remember getting any in her hair, but this was years ago, so...). The funny part is that while she was scraping it off of her face and eating it, she commented that she was going to be leaving the club soon because "I'm better than these whores." I couldn't help but laugh at that, and it pissed her off. Not enough to forget to snatch the proffered $20 bill out of my hand though. :D

The other one was the recently closed Greenlight, which was another one I didn't go to late, but not because of the violence. Simply put, after a few hours in that club, the dancers always seemed to prefer semi-consciousness to actually being entertainers. Unfortunately, the recent shooting, and death of two people, there was apparently not the first time that sort of thing had happened. It was just the last straw for the owner, I guess.

Two places in Louisville. The now closed Dollhouse, which was well known for having bar fights, shootings, and even an incident where a guy in a Hummer drove over the tops of other cars in the parking lot. Before about 10 or 11 pm, it was a fun club. After midnight, it got rough. I was in there a couple of times between midnight and closing, and let me tell you, I suspect if the bartender/manager, DJ, and door man didn't know me well and like my cash, this pasty white old fart would have had a hard time.

Pregnant girls are neither more nor less enticing to me. Sometimes, the pregnanter, the hornier too. Earlier this year, I got a text from a girl who was 8 1/2 months along. When I asked if she was worried she might start labor, her response was "Even better. I'm past the safe zone." Baby daddy wouldn't touch her, she needed some cash, and she knew from previous discussions that I only cared about being comfortable. She made it work. Very well.

@CAshman1234: "Who drinks tap water in a strip club? That seems like a bad idea." Have you *seen* how they "wash" glasses in a bar? At least including alcohol has some chance of killing leftovers...

While this type of thing isn't the *reason* I don't drink in clubs, it's certainly one of the myriad reasons I'm glad I don't.

No.

I absolutely agree with the "you have fun your way, I'll have fun my way" attitude. I suspect that being a non-drinker in clubs myself for the last as long as I can remember years probably affects my ability to have fun *this* way. Imbibing in depressants just doesn't work for me when I'm trying to have fun. Now, sharing a couple of Purple Haze brownies? Different story. 🤣

When I was younger, in better shape, and still sporting my military short hair cut, I'd get "are you a cop" questions fairly frequently. I guess cops wouldn't be smart enough to disguise themselves as "normal" people or lie about who they are...

First off, while "I like it paid for" sounds rather "entitled" to me, from her standpoint, I suppose she could be testing the waters with regard to whether or not you're willing to spend money on her. It's somewhat more direct than I would expect from most experienced strippers, though. On the issue of water versus alcohol, if I ever start giving a shit what a dancer is drinking when I offer to buy, just shoot me. If I automatically excluded dancers based on what they drink, I'd not have had nearly as much fun over the years. A surprising number of them have been non-drinkers, and in clubs where the under 21 restrictions are strictly enforced, and even for those over 21, some of you might be surprised at exactly how much alcohol is in a dancer's drink, no matter how much you paid for it. I can't even count the number of dancers who've been happy that they didn't have to pretend they were drinking booze when they "drink" with me.

A bunch. Mostly just people I consider trolls. I'd rather spend 10 seconds ignoring someone than waste time every visit scrolling past 15 pages of idiocy hoping I don't miss a good post in the midst of it. I don't think I have anyone with whom I *just* disagree on ignore. If I do, it's because of classified them as one the aforementioned trolls.

A pretty face has pretty much trumped a body for me. A perfect body won't, for me, overcome an ugly face, though a gorgeous face will almost always overcome an imperfect body.

@magicrat: " I have no idea what made the No become a Yes but we had several good times after, both in and outside the club." I know *exactly* the moment when my ATF decided to say yes to OTC. It was the day I explained the math of the breakdown of what she was making off me in the club versus what she'd be making OTC, without me spending very much more at all. The payout structure at her club meant that she would net about 30% *more* for doing the same thing OTC as we were already doing ITC, and spend about as much time, while I paid roughly the same amount overall. All without missing any time at the club where she could hustle others. (It actually cost me about $20 more in total, but I wasn't gonna stress over such a small amount when the resulting experience was so much more comfortable than the VIP room at her club.) Of course, later on, we did *far* more than we ever did in the club, but that's another story.

@C.M.I, I'm guessing all of them. :D

I can't stress this enough. The strippers don't really like you that much, no matter how sincerely they seem to profess otherwise. Be nice, don't try to take the girls home, don't try to "save" them, and above all, tip them appropriately. You'll be fine.

With any luck the kid will be placed with someone who actually cares. Probably someone even worse, though, given the state of the foster care system.

1984, the year I met my wife. Best year ever. 2011, the year I met my ATF.

Both my ATF and the MILF took three or four months to hookup outside. More recently, probably one of the dozen hottest girls in town finally agreed as well. Almost certainly lack of work (pandemic) and legal problems were the deciding factors. A couple of years ago, another one agreed, and we just picked up again recently. I suspect her two kids and absent baby-daddy prompted that one.

How do I make this sound like I'm not getting on my high horse... Not possible, so... The older I get, especially since becoming a parent of girls, the more the thought of using alcohol to get a woman to fuck me really creeps me out. The thought that someone might be doing that sort of thing to *my* daughters really kinda makes my blood boil, and none of them even work in strip clubs. Yeah, I know, they're in a strip club, and they get hit on all the time, and their tolerance for alcohol is higher than normal, and blah, blah, blah. Excuses. Am I claiming that I've never fucked a stripper who needed a little liquid courage? Hell no. Especially when I was younger and stupider, and drunk most of the time myself. Being a parent of daughters has changed my perspective on many things, and for the better in my opinion. And who's driving?

Can't say that I've ever knowingly encountered that many issues in one person, but I've probably encountered every single one of those issues in *somebody*.

2 of the three girls I see most often right now have not yet reached their 21st birthday, making them one third my age. One of them has two kids. One of those kids' father is over 50 years old. I'm often told that I don't look my age, even by "civilians" (my co-workers), but I'm not gonna remind them that they're fucking someone old enough to be their grandfather.

I've heard that tired old "strip clubs are gonna die" bologna since I started going in the late 70's. I haven't seen any sign of it in the 40+ years since.