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13 years ago
I'd hate to accidently click on that while drunkenly surfing. I'd have some essplainin to do ....
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13 years ago
Blindfold, fuzzy handcuffs, silk scarves (to tie her up with), chair of discipline, tripod for the camcorder.
You can probably borrow that stuff from any Marine ....
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13 years ago
I guess we've finally solved all our other problems ....
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13 years ago
But, yeah, you're getting played, as Sinclair said.
Move on.
Find another, because there's plenty out there. Play THEM.
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13 years ago
But, if you can get her in alone in a bedroom, make sure that you don't 'make love' to her, but rather, fuck the shit out of her in ways that will spoil her for other men.
Bend her over, with some hair-pulling, ass-slapping, name-calling. She will thank you for it.
And beg for more.
Then, text me her number.
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13 years ago
OV: I hope she washed her hands first ....
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13 years ago
I've even had dancers get grisly when I tip them on stage, giving me high expectations for dances.
Then, when they've sold me on $20 dances, they dial it back. That's when you stop after the first lame dance, and move on to the next candidate.
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13 years ago
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motorheadFat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life
Of course, getting some dances from her co-workers could go a long ways towards making her step up and be competitive.
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13 years ago
I walked into a club in Tampa for he second time in two weeks, to see a dancer who was a cross between Kate Beckinsale and Megan Fox. But prettier, win a nicer body.
When she saw me, she excitedly came over to say "Hi". I was jazzed that she remembered me.
Then she asked if my son had had his operation, to which I replied that I didn't have any children. She insisted that I had been in the club six months before, and had told her that my son needed an eye operation.
I told her that I had been there only one time before, two weeks prior. I'm not sure if I ever convinced her.
But I'd still pay $1000 for a vial of her bathwater.
A couple of years before that, I was sitting at my desk at work (I had only been working there a few weeks), when a 60ish man came up to me and started talking to me like we'd known each other forever. I think he was trying to impress the new hire / intern with him by showing off how well-known, well-liked, and knowledgeable he was.
When he finally stopped yakking at me so he could take a breath, I seized the opportunity to direct him and his charge to the next aisle, where my supervisor sat. I was just assuming that's who he was looking for, since he was nearby, and we vaguely resemble each other (as long as we're not standing together). He looked who led, but moved on without argument, and I tried not to laugh out loud at him as he walked away.
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13 years ago
In Dallas it's historically been The Lodge, with The Men's Club a close second.
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13 years ago
And it's ways funny when some of those Dallas customers pay the valet $20 to park a pick-em-up truck at the front door, as if we're all going to admire him for selecting the same truck as ten thousand other idiots who drive it every day from their apartment in the suburbs to their job in the city.
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13 years ago
Last I knew, Baby Dolls Fort Worth had the 1out of 3 songs must be country, and I think that Baby Dolls Dallas does too. It's going to be the more blue-collar places.
In the case of the Baby Dolls', though, 'blue-collar' doesn't mean redneck, downscale, cheap, dirty, or sketchy. For BDs, it means FUN.
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13 years ago
There are clubs in Dallas that require that every third song is country.
I remember one night at one of those clubs when the dancer on stage was trying to yell at the DJ at the far end of the bar "I told you - NO COUNTRY!! NO COUNTRY!!" She certainly lost some money from the ticked-off rednecks.
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13 years ago
It's a lot more fun to have a 5'3" 105 lb doll grinding on me than a 6'0" 145 lb (still well-proportioned) amazon. It's a matter of friction vs overwhelming use of force.
If she's little, then when she's on my lap with her back to me, I can look down and see her body over her shoulder. If she's too tall, then when she's sitting on me I just get her shoulder blade banging into my nose.
Besides, gymnasts are tiny for a reason.
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14 years ago
Two billboards in Dallas advertising for (now-defunct) 'Obsession' had a picture of a reclining blonde in a skinny red dress. One had a caption that read "Because not everybody wears jeans", and the other read "Who says Dallas is flat?" If a kid didn't already know what a strip was, he wouldn't be able to tell from that. It was actually classier than a billboard in a suburb that had a huge "NAKED" above a much smaller "Furniture". Try explaining to the kids how furniture could be naked, and why they would advertise it that way.
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14 years ago
That's a vicious chemical that has NO place in the human body. If the government truly cared about us, they would have banned it years ago.
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14 years ago
Hmmmm ... that's pretty close to the Boy Scout Oath ... hmmmm ....
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14 years ago
Is Heather Graham a porn star? (She might as well be ....) 'Cody' at Jaguar's in Dallas looked just like her.
And I had a fav that looked like a younger twin of Beth Toussaint. (Again, not technically in the industy, but DAYUM!)
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14 years ago
Quantify how many employees will lose their jobs. Then, how much property tax the clubs pay, how much sales tax, etc. Then, with that money removed from the city budget, estimate how many teachers, police officers, and firefighters will have to be laid off.
A side note may be to add that money and those jobs to a neighboring city, and suggest that the citizens of your town will now be making a longer drive to spend their money elsewhere.
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14 years ago
I guess there's no way to rank which club will be the best for the next five minutes ....
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14 years ago
"frequentation"
That's my new favorite word. I can't wait to use it in conversation.
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14 years ago
The moralists know about, and don't like 'red light districts'. Maybe we could fool them (they ain't that bright) if we call them 'GREEN light districts'.
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14 years ago
When Sasha Grey was full-frontal on Entourage, she had such a thick, dark bush that it looked like it could have been a merkin. If it was natural, then she must have been taking a looooong hiatus from the industry.
And when I saw Jenna Haze featuring in a club recently, she had a little patch. I wonder if that has to go when she's making movies? Either way, she must have thought that a live audience wanted to see something novel (I bet none of the house girls had a single pube between them).
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14 years ago
I wonder if they'd be offended if you actually expected them to clean?
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14 years ago
And, there was a dancer at Jezebel's (Wichita, 10ish years ago) who would wait tables if they were short of waitresses.
One night, she was wearing jeans and a red sweater, schlepping drinks. Even though I had three dancers sitting with me (due to more dancers than customers, and me being overly generous), she said she could go put on a thong, and dance for me. I said she looked fine with what she was wearing, eagerly anticipating helping her peel off her civies during a lapdance, leading to a nude non-contact dance.
I started to pull her sweater up, and got to her red Victoria's Secret bra, but she objected. She said she didn't like to mix her outside world self with her stripper self. I had previously seen her naked in ways that a physician might, but me seeing her in her bra made her uncomfortable. I unsnapped her jeans, enthused to find matching red VC panties, but again meeting a brick wall.
I was planning on a few dances, with a big tip on top of the fee, but now I was disappointed that I wasn't going to get this fantasy fulfilled. I'd still have to pay her for some fully clothed dances, which was really a downer. Then, the manager came over and told her that she's not allowed to dance without proper whorish stripper/streetwalker-wear. So, at least I was off the hook.
The next day, I was walking through one of the local malls, when I glanced in the window of a clothing store I was passing by. There was a mannequin with her (its?) jeans unsnapped, open enough to expose red panties. The only thing that kept me from cumming right there and then was the fact that I also tripped myself, nearly sprawling out on the mall floor.
I probably shouldn't have asked 'How much for that hot mannequin?"