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13 years ago
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mjx01Aspiring Global Hound
Have seen a couple over the years. There have been several that looked fantastic and were savvy/intelligent, but were too into themselves. There were others, obviously, that were beautiful but were dumber than a box of rocks. The right combination of a beauty, smarts, and social skills is a very rare thing, indeed.
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13 years ago
Stiletto, you are one hot, little minx. And very shrewd.
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13 years ago
shadowcat, spreading sunshine and rainbows again, aren't you? That loud, rubbery balloon sound was my dick deflating from these cheery stories.
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13 years ago
art, what you did was commendable for the circumstances, but may have not been wise. The approach of overnights is probably the better way to go.
In a bar one night I watched as an overbearing young guy muscled into a spot at the bar and then continued to try and provoke the guy on his left. Kept mouthing off and getting under his skin. The other guy was far less drunk and trying to play it cool and ignore the jerk. But the young guy kept at it and got the older guy to agree to go outside. I thought to myself: Good, the mouthy guy is going to get his ass kicked and then he will stop doing that type of crap. And the older, quiet guys are usually the ones to look out for since they can clean your clock only when they have to. A couple minutes later the young guy came back in, hair mussed up and shirt ripped, and sat down proudly at the bar. The older guy never reappeared. So it didn't go according to script. And sometimes the assholes win.
I rarely think getting involved in a bar fight is a good idea, and even when I do think I'd probably be victorious, I think about all of the bad things that might happen: the guy pulls out a knife or gun, the guy returns with his three buddies, I get followed home or run off the road. Not worth it. Cue the bouncers.
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13 years ago
If you really want to distinguish yourself from the pack, use *your* assets. And by that I mean your raw intellect, your saucy ways, and your insightful analysis. Any number of girls can get up there and dance reasonably well. Fewer can infuse sensuality into every movement. The consensus of these comments is that you are to build the fantasy and take over the room. You get to decide which of these poor slobs gets your attention, and the money appears secondary. A wise dancer once told me that she uses mental visualization techniques to wind down after each night: she'd visualize all of the negative energy and boorish behavior and assholery to be washed away, washed off her skin, and washed down the drain. Then she got up the next day and walked in and made magic. A guy does not want to be taken for granted, to be made to feel little, to be taken advantage of. If you can crawl, purr, flirt, needle, tease, and enjoy a guy's company, all the rest will flow. If you can convey raw, unbridled sensuality on stage and then draw a guy into your web, you will have him eating out of the palm of your hand.
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13 years ago
Not about dancers, but women generally: If they leave something of value (e.g., a watch) then they are hoping that you will call and keep the contact going.
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13 years ago
I can believe maybe being one song off. I had one once who was two off, but she was impaired and I talked some sense into her. Three is beyond the pale. And I guess we have royalty here.
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13 years ago
You'll drive yourself crazy trying to conjure up images of what may or may not be happening. The dancers in front of your face are not her. And she's not them. Enjoy your time with THEM and what she's is doing or not doing is not relevant to you. If you assume the worst or even if you assume the best, nothing you do will change her behavior. Don't let her change yours, or then the terrorists win.
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13 years ago
Yeah, I understand the quick and direct route, but I have heard plenty over the years about the grabby guys. Maybe they are the ones that are bitched about when they also are the cheap asses, too. I have never had a dancer respond with those sweet words, "I don't have any limits."
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13 years ago
My guess is that the most secure clubs have a bank of monitors that the customers never see but the girls know all about. And the girls know where the cameras are and know that there are few, if any, "dead spots". There are other clubs where there is a bank of monitors and there is a designated guy that just sits there and looks for infractions and the customer can see them and him if he looks closely. There are other clubs where there are monitors, but if you look closely enough, they show the outside parking lot, maybe a couple of areas on the floor of the club and maybe one vantage of the VIP. If the club is set up like that, then try to watch the guy and if he is distracted or disinterested most of the time, that might be the best you can expect. Then, I guess, there are the clubs in certain well-documented places here on TUSCL, where it doesn't matter what the monitors show or where the cameras are or who is watching them or not, the mileage is high and extras may be had. But I think those are fairly rare and need considerable research to confirm, as in multiple visits.
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13 years ago
Oh, THAT one.
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13 years ago
How many VIP members can dance on the head of a pin?
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13 years ago
spudd, set me up with Vivian Brown at TWC and let me have a free afternoon. LOL
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13 years ago
Most every point has been covered. But I would like to reiterate the actions of the best stripper I had ever seen, and I can't even remember much about her body at all. She usually wore white sequin floor-length gowns and elbow-length white gloves. Her eyes would lock onto you from across the room and she would slowly sashay towards you. When she got to you, she'd sit in your lap and blow in your ear and whisper saucy things to you and kiss your neck. She'd look deep into your eyes when you spoke and she would run her fingers through your hair like she had never felt something so luxurious. She would shower you with her complete attention and lightly kiss your your lips and walk away. While you thought that you had a break, you'd readjust yourself, take a swig of beer and then you'd look up and she was sitting on some body's lap at the other end of the stage but looking directly at you, like a tigress watching her prey. Then she'd get up and slowly walk your way, all the time staring into you, with an evil smirk. And it would start all over again. She didn't do much stripping, maybe removing the gloves and leaving them in your lap, and maybe unzipping the gown so that she had a corset underneath. But it was all in the anticipation and the mental games. It has been said that the largest sexual organ is the brain, and she could really use it.
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13 years ago
I think when you are out of breath and you hold them close and say "That. . .was. . .very, very nice." And they can tell you mean every word. And then the extra cash.
And juicebox, what's with the Dr. Seuss thing you got going there?
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13 years ago
Weirdest place was out in a cornfield, because I couldn't get any damn privacy. Really ralphyboy, Nancy Grace? She has gotten pretty thick now. And I suppose in some sort of dom way she could wear the black pleather and beat your ass, but I'm not into that. I suppose fantasizing about her taking it up the pooper might be worthwhile, but there are plenty others that could be easily substituted.
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13 years ago
f_d, you really know how to butter a guy up. :) Speaking of buttering me up. . .
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13 years ago
Very dangerous for a married guy. Slipped a couple of times and regretted it. Vetted another very carefully and wasn't real comfortable about that--she knew more about me than I did about her. Only thing I knew was where she lived, and of course that changed a few weeks later, as they tend to be nomadic or scofflaws.
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13 years ago
art, I have been waiting with bated breath for a report from you about the geophysicist hottie and some bang fest in Edmonton. Is it moving in that direction? Was it just a passing fancy caused by too much time in the bush (the outdoors bush, not the. . .other). Maybe it's time for the hot tub play? Or the mink coat as a friendly gift play? Or the drop-in at HER place of work and then drinks later play?
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13 years ago
What's the deal with her shrinking breasts? They used to be abundant. Her ass does look about the same and is mighty fine. Couldn't find the Scarlett photos in the second link, dudester.
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13 years ago
Did you qualify it with "meaningful and substantive"? ;) Oh, shit, I just tripped over my own dick.
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13 years ago
Just more SS. She thinks by offering up some lame, late voice message that you will be grateful nonetheless. No need to be. More clubs and more girls on the road ahead.
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13 years ago
@Dougster, I'm going to throw you some positive reinforcement for a relatively vitriol-free post. You didn't single out anybody. You didn't get personal. You stated your position succinctly. And it is probably always necessary to keep cautious when stepping into a strip club, and you said that. Always wise to be on guard.
@SD, I'd have to think that your seasoned guy (probably salt-and-pepper) persona and bringing your experienced game would overcome any deficiencies in looks. And it's hard to think about what you might look like when your avatar is staring at me like that.
@Alucard, she just keeps going and going. . .
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13 years ago
Like tetherball.