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motorheadFat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life
In a way, that's what happens when customers compete over the hottest dancers at a club. If it is a night when the dancer has the advantage (far more customers than dancers), the customers get restless and start looking to sweeten the pot. That's why most of the derelicts on this board (myself included) look for nights and clubs where our dollar goes the furthest. We look for ways to encourage a buyer's market and stay away from seller's markets. Be honest: how many times have you tried to lure your catch away from some other angler?
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12 years ago
Are you kidding me? I'm not touching this one with a ten foot pole. Oh, not because I don't know what I'm talking about. Because if I type anything at all, there will be somebody that will take offense, disputes my "facts", jump all over my ass. No thanks. If I want to stir the pot and get all kinds of uninformed "analysis", I could walk into the nearest corner bar and ask them. Same cacophony of vitriol and bitterness. If Obama wins, which Republican will win the race to the microphone to announce that he will single-handedly halt the Obama agenda in its tracks?
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12 years ago
jerickson40, your first post head it right on the head. The survival of the democracy is up to the level of basic knowledge of the public. We pick our toothpaste with more care and concern than we do our President. No analysis, no research, too much time spent following shiny metal objects. The actual political pros are literally laughing all the way to the bank, and our ignorance makes their jobs so much easier.
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12 years ago
Carolynne--sorry, I wasn't listening to what you were saying. I was distracted by your picture. Yummy.
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12 years ago
Yup. I don't think it is a mismatch at all. I have seen some smoking hot girls with bleached hair, but many times I'd bet it was a wig. There have been some favs that put on a megenta wig or even a blue wig (ala Nicki Minaj) and turned up the hot factor a couple of more notches. Alucard, like your avatar. It adds a new exotic twist to it. Change of pace. Do you ever get so comfortable with a fav that you know all of her outfits, and when she wears a new one you are the first to notice. It is that sense of novelty. Why not?
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12 years ago
Gotta have those on-site shots with dancers pixilated. Investigative journalism or another way to get viewers? Can also shoot enough stock footage to use for the next year any time the story touches on the adult industry. And so it goes. . .
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12 years ago
These posts and the absurd lengths to which grown men go in "proving" their points is Exhibit A for why the internet is too often a cesspool of self-absorbed nihilism. This thread had a few enlightening points but it was overrun by a bunch of chest-thumping and displaying for God knows whose benefit. All this alpha dog peeing on each other gets pretty old. Does anybody really care about why the Pittsburgh Steelers are the best team EVER and anybody that thinks otherwise is a faggot? And they marshal their "empirical" evidence. That's where you knuckleheads fall in the evolution of reason, yet you self-promote like your life depended on it. And, sadly, maybe it does.
We can't figure out why our political system is dysfunctional and paralyzed. Maybe because it perfectly reflects this snarky, petty, juvenile society that spends hours of time and energy "winning" arguments, demonizing opponents, and doing disgusting victory dances. Think of what the hell could all that "brainpower" do toward finding a cure for cancer or alternative energy sources or a solution for Mideast turmoil?
Thuggish, trash-talking bravado was not an endearing quality of the old Miami Hurricanes. Nor of the tired, old, and repetitive blather here. Take all your nerdy high-fivin' back to freshman debate class where it belongs. And when someone CAN speak knowingly from personal experience (Stiletto), the board goes silent. Maybe, just maybe, someone outside of your echo chamber could shed some light on your world. Or is that too threatening for you?
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12 years ago
A few times I wore a pair of loose, black cotton sweat pants and one pocket had a large hole in it, easily large enough to put a whole hand through. I also wear loose boxers. I told the dancer about the pocket and she did reach in and do some nice HJ action, but it didn't turn out to be the solution that I thought it would be. Maybe she was too concerned with getting caught. I do know that the club encourages the dancers to rat each other out. I still think that the sweat pants with a hole is a good idea, but may have been the wrong club.
Lopaw, I have seen many a female customer get a pretty good working over out on the floor. Their tops get pulled up and nipples get sucked and breasts groped. So, I'd think that clothing choices for you wouldn't really matter much, since they probably get pulled off. But do you go for the business attire (sensible slacks) or do you opt for the skirts (for the obvious access reasons)?
For you guys that spend most of your time with your pants around your ankles, do you ever think about how many other guys have been squashing their bare asses on that same couch or chair? I am not suggesting you lay down one of those tissue paper toilet seat covers before you sit down, but I doubt if the management hires upholstery cleaners to come in very often. Last time I was in, I looked at the couch and the edge of it was pretty worn and cracked and patched stained. Didn't prevent from me from having a good time, but made me go "Hmm".
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12 years ago
Treating them with some respect and as an equal helps a lot. That, amazingly, will break you out from the pack in most cases. You still have to pony up the cash. But I have watched the cool, bad dudes you sit there with their shades and scowls on and they usually drop a bunch of ones and get nothing back.
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12 years ago
TABB, Maybe it would be like matter and antimatter and the resulting explosion would destroy both. Of course there would be a prolonged discussion of treasuries as a lead-up, natch.
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12 years ago
I would like to say that PMs are expected to be private. I have had numerous back-and-forth exchanges with members here, nearly all were civil. Had one heated political exchange, we simply didn't agree, but I don't hold any grudge against the guy. I didn't splash it on the public page and he didn't either, and that's the way it should be. I have even posted some supportive comments on his threads when I thought he made some good points. But I do think there is a serious line there, and someone who tries to embarrass the OP by reprinting the PM has just employed the nuclear option. PMs can be misused, but KK stepped over the line. She did apologize but there wasn't much remorse there.
How many of you guys have been in a club and saw a dancer throw a fit and have the bouncers give a guy the bum's rush? You probably thought, "Serves him right, the stupid bastard." Did your perspective change when a dancer pulled the same crap on you, flipped out and said you had said something offensive to her or pinched her or something and you were the guy getting thrown out. I have a couple of times, and was falsely accused. But since then I haven't been quite so judgmental when I saw a guy getting thrown out.
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12 years ago
At least one review would give you more cred. If it was na off night for the club, your negative review won't hurt it much. If it is the start of a trend, others should be warned.
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12 years ago
I don't know about the studies or the measurements or the debate raging above. I do know that this generation is far more "connected" than any previously. I laugh when some of these threads involve pointers in how to stay a couple steps ahead of dancers--buy burn phones, Google voice, fake FB accounts, how to handle texts--when we are old codgers and these girls could show us a few things on gadgets.
But the point is (from my experience) that these young dancers claim to be so connected and have so many "friends" and are in constant contact with unlimited texts and all, but this generation is losing its ability to converse and interact in person. The art of conversation is drying up, where people actually look at each other in the eyes, listen to each other, and respond honestly without just scoring points or waiting for the other person to take a breath so that they can jump in.
I am not trying to denigrate an entire generation. I am just calling it like I see it. For a generation that is proud of its connectedness and multi-tasking, it is starving for real human interaction.
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12 years ago
Good question 99, and don't shy away because of the responses. Nothing wrong about dancers and customers talking about the business. Kittykate, generally good advice, some barbs in there for us menfolk, but I respect your voice of experience. The regulars on this site generally have the attitude of "we are paying for a service and a fantasy, so you should buck up and perform if you are taking our money." We don't get to see or empathize with the other side, the soul-sapping dreariness of faking desire for legions of undesirable guys. I get that. Nothing wrong with each side having a better understanding of the other. Guys try to maximize their experience and girls try to maximize their profits. Same as it ever was.
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12 years ago
Jackslash and others hit it. Personally, I think it is easier to type PL than the other stuff, especially "customer". I also think there is some self-deprecation, too. There is also that "taking back the power" angle, where a woman can call herself a bitch but will will fight if someone else does, and a black dude can call himself a nigger but only let his friends call him that. I think PL is a mild form of that. There are the other borderline guys who, due to their low self-concept, the tag PL probably does apply. And I think txtittyfag is really Dougster prancing around in his corset again.
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12 years ago
Okay, so the blue dress and nude videos of her dancing in the empty studio were much, but I've seen much uglier strippers doing even less. Her x-rated videos were better (in the car), but I really liked how she looks in the courtroom (close-up face pics). Too bad the town's social structure has now been blown to hell.
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12 years ago
Well, I guess if you are hot, wet, and ready you already have a good start.
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12 years ago
bustanutz, that may be the exhaustive list. I can just see you hunched over your phone, tapping on the keys for a couple of days, lol.
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12 years ago
Esta, you have some crazy symbols at the end of your post, too. Your name in Korean? Use your Guatemala when you are looking for the mnemonic.
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12 years ago
I have heard "bearded clam" before.
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12 years ago
Sigh. I guess I'll never figure out why a thread explodes like this. I'm not trying to split the difference but I will throw this out there: I used to frequent a SC and was a regular for a dancer. She had other regulars, of course. She did a great job of juggling guys if more than one showed up at a time. One day I watched and chuckled while she shuttled between us. You can talk all you want about lying, thieving whores and all, but she was very upfront. She told me exactly what she was doing, asked me to understand, and I told her that I understood how she had to make a living. She was running back and forth like a plate spinner. And some days I wasn't in the mood for it, so I left after waiting a short time and she waved as I walked out. But she would always make it up to me after I acted like I was still miffed. It is theater and everybody is playing their roles.
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12 years ago
SuperDude has it all covered, short and sweet.
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Book GuyI write it like I mean it, but mostly they just want my money.
Well, it didn't take me *that* long to read it. It was lengthy, and pretty abstruse, and a little self-congratulatory. But I think I can understand some basic points and, believe it or not, relate to it all. Book Guy tries wrestling with a fairly common state, at least to the horn-dogs that lurk here: how to explain that need to have hot young girls crawl on you and give the appearance of desiring you?
But we shouldn't kid ourselves at all. There would be very little reason a smoking hot 25-year-old babe would want to have anything to do with a 60-year-old guy with a paunch, other than the promise of regular income. We can delude ourselves all we want, but that's the bottom-line. I have reconciled myself to that reality. So clubbing for me is nothing but theater, pure and simple. Any time I think it might not be, I get another jolt, a cruel reminder of how foolish I can be.
I think once you understand this and realize that the high levels of testosterone that once surged through your body have dropped off, you start to realize that nature front-loaded this virility thing. We snicker at the aging beauty queen who is trying to find the right combination of "beauty products" to prolong her youth. But the ED drugs are ours. And before they were invented, it was Corvettes. I'm not bitter about it. I just understand it. And the fact that (once in a while) I might now choose to take a walk on the beach and savor life over spending a couple hours in a smoky club dealing with surly waitresses and scamming dancers doesn't mean I'm a pussy.
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12 years ago
pablo, I'm shaking my head. You must be being facetious.
Yup, have had many bad experiences over the years. Had a waitress who played this cool game of giving you your change back and pretending to set it on the table and then taking it right back as a "tip". Second time around I caught her at it. Had the crazy dancers that alleged I pinched them or touched them against the rules. Had the bouncers that said I had done something that they actually saw someone else do and they had mistaken me for them. Had a dncer who would take my hands and place them on her boobs, then take them off and push them down by my sides, then repeat that all through the dance. Had the drama and the craziness. There are even the wild inconsistencies of a girl you think is ATF material and then doesn't recognize you at all the next time you are in the club. The only thing I haven't seen yet is the in-club gun fight, and I hope to never see it.
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Solid story, j40. Your taste in women is definitely something on which we can agree. I don't care much for the black girl with the big, cottage cheese ass that she bounces around like you enjoy watching somebody rearranging a couple of beanbag chairs. And that's ALL they have--no personality, no boobs, no waist, no allure. But if you exclude those types, I'd take a hot black dancer any time. These clubs that only hire a "certain number" of black girls are really missing out. And the (white) guys that still have a lingering aversion to getting a dance from a black girl? I'll take your spot any day and let me tell you: that girl will show me her appreciation. But if you want to bypass all that, be my guest.
I think my story is certainly not the hottest or the nastiest, but it had a huge impact on me at the time. I was a struggling young office worker, just out of college, paying back student loans and car loans and trying to eke by in a little apartment. My entertainment budget was tiny. I'd go to a strip joint every so often and spend maybe $20 or $30 for the whole night, including drinks.
One night there was a handful of dancers that came in from KC, to this Midwest town. There was a thin brunette with beautiful green eyes and a hot g-string and smaller tits. She had a huge shock of wavy hair that was slowly morphing into an afro. If it had been straightened out, it would have gone to about her mid-back. I was trying to get her attention all night long, but she had many admirers. At the end of the night they announced the last dance and all the dancers came out. The stage was an open area around which all the tables were arranged. Kind of like if all the tables were on the hardwood dance floor of a ballroom dancing place and they just pushed the tables away from the center and directed the lights into the middle. So the dancers would just stay in the middle during their sets and dance over to the nearby tables for a dollar tip and then go back into the middle. They didn't have to leave the stage or step down or anything.
During the last dance, she came by and I went for broke. I showed her a twenty and you would have thought that it was a $500 bill. Her eyes lit up and she sat down on my lap and grinded and kissed and mauled me, ran her fingers through my hair, and stayed with me the whole song. We were lost inside of that huge mane of hair. This was years ago, in the Eighties, when a twenty meant something. So I overpaid for a dance but it was one of the very few times when the girl was genuinely surprised and tried her hardest to make that song into a great experience. That was the best $20 I have probably ever spent in a SC, because it was a dream come true for a broke young guy. Now I'm just a broke old guy.