Comments by goldmongerATL (page 28)

I think we shouldn't even use race in describing dancers. Just view everybody as "green". My last trip to a club there were about 5 light green dancers, many medium green dancers, a few ghetto dark green girls with big butts and one yellowish green girl with big fake tits. :-)

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Forgot the Follies girl that blew me in VIP and the next day cut my hair at the haircut chain where I go. When we went back to shampoo my hair I "accidentally" got some nice tits in my face.

Yes, most of the interesting jobs were day jobs and the stripping was part-time. Once met one that was a mortician. I guess she was not too worried about her day job clients walking in, LOL! Another worked at the family business making fruitcakes. She also was a phone sex operator. This was the late 1980's. Had one a couple of years ago that was an EMT. She kept taking my pulse during VIP sex to see how high it would go. Not a stripper but close. Years ago a divorced buddy of mine traveled for his grandson's kindergarten graduation. One of the teacher's aides was the escort he had banged the night before at his hotel.

I knew one that was a part time diesel mechanic. Worked for one of her regulars. Wonder why he bothered to go to the club as she was an extras girl. Lots of room up in those big rigs with sleeper boxes.

You want stupid? I live on a street where most people have a monthly lawn service. I do and so does my "downwind" neighbor. One day in the fall I went to my mailbox and my neighbor 2 doors down calls to me from his yard. "hey, you need to clean your leaves out of my yard." It is a windy day and I figure he is joking. He continues, "I see maple leaves. I don't have a maple. These are your leaves." "you don't have leaves on your lawn because your leaves all blew into my yard." My lawn service had just bagged and hauled the leaves off my lawn like a hour before. I started to think he was serious and asked him where he thought his leaves were. He said he raked his up last week. The trees were still full of leaves and they were falling as we spoke. I just blew him off and started to go inside and he yelled "Clean up your fucking leaves!" Later that day I get a call from the HOA that they had "complaints" that I was dumping my leaves in a neighbor's yard. The next day his lawn service picked up the leaves in his yard. He saw me that day and yelled that he shouldn't have to call the the HOA to get me to pick up my leaves that were in his yard and not to let it happen again. His house is now for sale :-)

Coherent review!

Yeah it is the "Non-Country Music of the last 60 years HOF" I cringe when I hear the presenter justify why groups like ABBA are "rock" "Yeah listen to the guitar lick on that song! They are ROCKERS, baby!!"

I have been to Sapphire's pool. The topless ladies are strippers for the most part. Guys outnumbered the women 3 or 4 to 1. There was a bit of fondling going on in the pool. If you wanted a lap dance, they had to take you inside the club. I heard they once some cabanas that had a front flap that closed (think outdoor VIP booths) but they were not there when I went.

The only time I hitched was when doing part the Appalachian Trail. Near the trail lots of people picked up hitchhikers with backpacks to take them into town. this was the 1980's. On my way to work once in the late 1980's I saw a girls hitching on the side of the road. Turns out she was a stripper but did not say where. Her apartment was about a mile up the road. She was walking home from work since about 5 AM. Asked if I wanted to come in for a while and like an IDIOT I told her I was going to be late for work. My best story was not quite a hitchhiker. i was driving from college for Christmas about 850 miles. I get my car packed and drove past a women's dorm. There was an Ok looking girl on the curb with a bunch of luggage and a cardboard sign that said "Annapolis". Close enough. What the hell. We crammed all her shit into my car and took off. Nothing eventful on the almost 700 mile drive. Her father was a Navy Captain and taught at the Academy. Her folks were away for the weekend (this was an all day Friday drive) and I was beat. We spent the night in her parents' bed and I left in the morning. I offered to pick her up on the way back, but she had flunked out and was not going back.

B, C, A where they are proportional to her body, but anything in that range with the Jennifer Aniston nipples is my tops. Of course the same cup size is different boob sizes depending on the size of the girl. A 32D is the same meat as 36B. One of the best civvies I ever had was a 28G. Those are 36C on a barbie doll body. She was 5-9 but 104 pounds. 35.5-21-32 were the swimsuit measurements. I made an exception to my preferred sizes for her.

I was at an upscale Chinese place Monday and they were reservations only for Christmas Day. The waiter said they get packed with non-Asians for Christmas.

Forgot the best one - a girl just wanted to sit and not grind on me until after her FATHER left!

I had a Follies dancer tell me she could not go to VIP with me until her husband left. She pointed him out to me at the bar. After 15 minutes he left and we went to VIP. I had another with an almost similar thing. She said her BF was at the bar and wanted to got to VIP but only when he wasn't looking. After a minute she he was turned and talking to someone. We scampered to VIP. Lots of thoughts. If he does not want to see how she makes her money or it might get him upset, WTF is he doing there? Are they BF/pimps ready to pounce on the girl's money? On that note I have seen several dancers go give her VIP money to some guy across the room and he then leaves. What if these guys saw her go back to VIP (to fuck or suck)? I thought the girls just did not want him to be uncomfortable actually seeing her go back, but the back to the first thought- WTF are they doing there anyway? But in the back of my mind I start thinking are these guys going to get pissed off and bust in on their woman in VIP?

From one of many articles on the subject: "It turns out that the myth and urban legend about “Gilligan’s Island” is true. You may never look at the popular show the same way again. Perhaps, there was a reason the castaways never escaped that island they got stranded on during the main show. For years, people discussed rumors that the show’s characters represented the seven deadly sins. Also, the island was purgatory or Hell that the characters got trapped in. Well, “Gilligan’s Island” creator Sherwood Schwartz confirmed to NPR that he was inspired by the “seven deadly sins” idea. Though Schwartz probably didn’t take that inspiration literally, the island does represent sort of a metaphorical purgatory. Seven seems to be a recurring figure in a lot of different artworks across history. For instance, there were seven wonders of the ancient world. (Though how many actually existed is up for debate). " The characters all represented one of the seven deadly sins. The Skipper was Wrath and Gluttony Ginger was Lust Mary Anne was Envy Mr Howell was Greed Mrs Howell was Sloth The Professor was Pride Gilligan always managed to somehow ruin any efforts to get off the island. Gilligan was Satan.

Mr Howell is the one who brought Ginger on the 3 hour tour in the first place. She was his mistress. They were going at in the forward sleeper berth of the S. S. Minnow. Gilligan and the Skipper were watching through the skylight and not paying attention to the weather front.

Me the mother and the drunk kid all worked together. I had no knowledge of the daughter or her being a stripper. All I saw was the "shut the fuck up" look she gave this guy behind her mother's back. The young guy later (at the picnic) told me he was pretty sure he got dances from her at a local strip club (near college but not near her family). Got enough dances to remember her stripper name? This was all before extras were available in Atlanta clubs. He never mentioned the stripper thing again and I didn't ask. I went to that club often before and after and do not remember seeing her. Yes, Mom just blew off the wrong name thing and invited drunk guy to sit at their picnic table. I know Mom invited him to the girl's family birthday party. By the time of the Christmas party, she was his date. With the dress she wore, every woman hated her and every man wanted her. AFAIK they are still married some 25 years later.

I also saw a feature act (I think it was Amber Lynn) insert one as part of her act.

Talking about signaling anal, I had one with a plug tell me it was $100 extra in VIP if she had to take out the plug.

She might not get fired, but he will.

In the Atlanta area there were (pre-COVID) some larger dancers that were too Rubenesque for my tastes. However, they were the favorites of the blue collar Latino guys that were a big part of the club scene. I think there are less of them now because their clientele in no longer going to the clubs as regular. Limited data, but that's what I notice.

Decades ago my company had a family picnic. People would bring their older kids, too (free food etc. and the kids tended to know one another). One fairly drunk guy asked someone's college age daughter what she was doing there and called her by what might have been a stripper name. The girl and her mother both corrected the guy as to her name. There was enough of a "I can't believe you just called me by my stripper name" look that it might have been true. FWIW about 3 years later I was at their wedding. Mom thought he as a nice guy and "fixed them up" at the picnic.

This was in the 90's in Dallas. On Harry Hines Blvd if that tells you something about the club. I have no problem with the way Mom was making a living. I just question having the kid with you in the strip club. OTOH it may just be she was caught between a rock and a hard place. She had to make money but had to account for the kid. I suppose having her at the club beats the alternative of leaving her alone at home. If these are the only two options ...

How about a girl doing a double with a guy and his seeing eye dog.

On more than one occasion I have seen stripper's kids in the club. That's a sign of good parenting there. Couldn't get a babysitter? Once at a pretty dead club in Dallas a kid sat down near me at the bar and started doing homework. Probably expecting a question from me she said "My mom works here" without looking up. I asked here where her mother was. She said "In the back. You know, doing it." Unfortunately wise beyond her years. Comes from having Mother of the Year.