Comments by Fenster (page 3)

The reason that it's relevant is that if they can't tie him directly to her disappearance, then maybe they (or the U.S.) could nail him for trafficking.

I just assumed that the Ignore function was created for just this one person.

Maybe you just wanna slide a hot dog between two buns ....

Not 'selling', but 'renting'. And, doesn't autocorrect seem downright revealing sometimes?

Well, *something* happened: http://philly.everyblock.com/crime/aug12-aggravated-assault-no-weapon-1140582/

"Ass, Gas, or Grass ... "

True, mm. A few years ago, in a small town south of Fort Worth (as I recall), a local pastor would take down license plate numbers in the parking lot of the local strip club. He would then get the owner's name and address from the state (yikes! after Rebecca Schaeffer, California made such data off-limits to the public). The he would send each person a letter, stating that he noticed that the driver had visited their town, and would perhaps like to stop by his church to get to know the town, and the townsfolk, better. A local talk radio host mused that if he owned that strip club, he would take down license numbers at the local church, and send the owners a letter: "I see you're into God - perhaps you'd like to stop by 'Ta-Tas' and see some of His best work."

At Scores in New york, the dancers are famous for making a lot on money while giving nothing in return. A few years ago, a bouncer wrote a book about his experiences there. In one instance, a mafioso complained that he had given one girl $10,000 (or was it $20,000?), and hadn't even gotten a beej yet. But one night, one of these ice princesses wanted to leave early, and needed permission from someone on the staff. So, our author got himself a blowjob in the utility closet, offered by the dancer, not solicited by the bouncer. So, if you're in a position to wield some authority, there may be some benefits. (Provided the such compensation is offered, rather than asked for; you wouldn't wanted to face the criminal/civil penalties associated with requiring sex acts in return for work favors.)

Maybe he was checking for banned customers, or violent boyfriends. Or, he could have been making sure that the dancers weren't taking up the best parking spaces. (Mall employees must register their cars with security, to make sure that they are parked away from the mall entrances.)

One December in Wichita, I went to my favorite club on a Monday night and met a new, very skinny, blonde. I saw her there the next night, then went again Thursday night, at which point I pointed out that it was our third date. It was my last night in town before heading home for Christmas, and the stores were open until 11 p.m. I told her I was going to leave to do some shopping, but would come back when the stores closed. She asked if she could go with me, which made me ask if she wanted to go shopping. She said "or we could do something else." I asked what else, and she replied "third date is third base." So I said we could go to my place, and she asked "what are we going to do there?" "Well, I guess we'll go down on each other." To which she replied "what if I don't get off that way?" "Well, whatever it takes ...." She quickly said "OKAY!" She explained how they were allowed to take a one hour dinner break during their shift, if they paid the house $50. So, we met at the convenience store across the street, she jumped in my car, and I took her to my apartment downtown. We got down to it pretty quickly, and after five positions, and three orgasms on her part, it was time to get her back to the club. The fact that she was so skinny, and had had three kids, provided me with insufficient stimulation, so I couldn't even get off. (The skinny wasn't a turn-off. She was pretty, and sexy as hell, but she just didn't have enough meat on her bones to provide any resistance.) When I asked, she said she didn't want any money, but I didn't want her to have to pay $50 to take a break, so I gave her that much, even though she wasn't looking for any compensation. I just didn't think it should cost her anything to let me defile her. Of course, that was way too much to pay to simulate a broomstick rattling around in a garbage can. Or, more accurately, a #2 pencil being thrown down a school hallway ....

I'd like to catch a dancer on her way in. I'd take her straight to the VIP, and when we're done, she'd leave the VIP in her work clothes. (This will probably never work out, since when they first get to the club, they usually disappear to spend an hour on their makeup, and gossip with the other girls in the dressing room. They're usually in no hurry to hit the floor, as if they hate their jobs, and the money will be out there all night anyway.) Of course, we all know that when Steve says "street clothes", he means "cheerleader uniform" ....

In clubs where service is slow (or non-existent), i'd like to see a beer tub or two. I haven't been there in years, but Scruples in Bridgeport, CT, had a huge stage, like a runway. That left very little room for chairs, and if you were lucky enough to get a seat, you'd likely lose it when you go to the bar to get a drink, or go to the bathroom. If you were to order from a waitress, it would take so long that she'd be likely to forget your order, or where you were sitting. And, I don't know if it's still true, but at Baby Dolls in Dallas, the waitresses had to line up at a single station at the bar to get drinks for customers who were not running tabs. This would take a really long time, and by the time she's bringing your drink, you're off in a dark corner getting a dance. At $6 per beer, you'd think that they'd have distribution figured out. At least they have a beer tub.

I'd have done it for 500 rubles, and I would have even brought my own Viagra!

I still say women's soccer would be much more popular if they played in kilts like field hockey. Or bikini tops like beach volleyball.

A girl on stage at the legendary Caligula's in Dallas once turned her back to me to have me unhook her bra. Treating her like the porcelain doll that she most certainly wasn't, I nearly humiliated myself in front of the crowd by taking longer than should have been necessary to accomplish my mission. Yes - I needed more practice. More recently, at a nude place in the great plains, dancers were allowed to be completely nude only on stage. When doing lapdances, they were supposed to keep their bottoms on, but most would substitute a skirt for that, if they had one. The naughty, fun, enthusiastic Brittany, who had latched onto me, would strip down to her thong, then request that I take her panties off. (This was possible because she wouldn't have been doing dances at all if the local deputies had been in there peeping, uh, "protecting and serving".) At that same club, years ago, there was a dancer who would also wait tables on nights that they needed a waitress. She would always volunteer (for me) to go get a thong if I wanted a dance from her, but there were always plenty of other dancers available on the nights that she was serving drinks. Finally, one night, I took her up on it. I told her not to get a thong, since I'd enjoy her more if she danced in her red sweater / blue jeans. My intention was to help her out of her clothes. Contact dances at this time were topless only - once the girl was nude, she had to be out of reach on a side stage. I imagined that I would get her down to her panties during the first song, then she could hop up on stage for me to take her panties off and put her junk in my face, then she could put her panties back on for a final grinding lapdance. Soon, I was pulling up her sweater to expose her red Victoria's Secret bra, and unzipping her jeans to find the delightfully matching bikini panties. She stopped me, though, saying that she didn't want to mix her stripper life with her civilian life. So, while she could splay out her uncovered girl-junk fully nude two inches from my nose when dancing, she didn't want to remove her street clothes in front of me. While I was processing my confusion, and dejection, the manager came over and shut her down. It was apparently against their rules, or local ordinances, for her to remove anything other than streetwalker-type clothing in front of patrons. The next day, while walking throught the local mall, I glanced at a clothing store I was passing by. In the window there was a mannequin wearing jeans, which were unsnapped to reveal red panties. I stumbled a little, but managed not to actually fall flat on my face.

I know a strawberry-blonde that I wouldn't exactly call a 'squirter'. It's more like her water broke ....

The article didn't mention if he mailed the ring to the extras club where she, uh, 'performs' ....

@shadowcat: I just tell them I have candy in my pocket. You should see the look on a dancer's face when she first realizes that I don't have pockets ....

"Why don't you have a seat - over there."

Cricket. Blaze. Shelby. Dream. Cream. Champagne. Chynna (pronounced "Sheena"). Mostly, though, they use an ordinary name that they think sounds exotic, or is maybe taken from a high school rival or head cheerleader. It's funny when a waitress decides to make real money, and starts dancing. Everybody already knows her real name, so she can't use a stage name.

The Dallas ABC affiliate refused to show NYPD Blue when it first came out. They sure showed them ....

I leave *immediately* if I hear 'Kevin' called to the main stage ....

If you have her number (since she has yours), just go ahead and pass it along to these callers. And go ahead and tell them about this week's special on Anal.

These dancers (and their lawyer) are just looking for a one-time score before leaving the industry. They hope to get a settlement, or a verdict in their favor. If there are any resulting changes in the industry, they will all be bad for dancers. Dancers don't really want to put "Exotic Dancer" on their tax returns, or pay taxes at all. They want things to continue as they are now. (The three suing aren't expecting to prosper getting paid minimum wage as employees. Otherwise, they'd already be working at McDonald's.) What would be interesting would be to see how they could prove how much, or how little, they earned, and if they filed tax returns accordingly. Chances are they are relying false tax returns that grossly undercounted their incomes. After dancers start getting audited, and pay fines and back-taxes, maybe even go to a Club Fed, they'll quickly choose to be 'contractors' again.

"I don't blow smoke" .... heheheheheh