shaved13

A number of years ago, I had to be able to touch the dancer. If I couldn't feel up her breasts, it was a waste of time and money. Nowadays, I consider it pathetic if I can't get some nipple action. At the right club, I would be pissed if I didn't get to kiss and suck on their nipples. I simply won't extend if this is not available. I'm actually pretty good at choosing the right dancer who will satisfy my desires.

It's not cheating as long as there are no extras. In fact, it can keep men from straying (well, that's what my wife and I both think). She's cool with me getting dances as long as my dick stays in my pants.

Excellent read but, like nelson, I'd like to know what LDK stands for.

in the late 80s, a friend and I visited a sleazy club in Kings Cross, Sydney. I was nervous as all hell and needed a few drinks before entering. Looking back, it was obvious that he had visited before because he seemed to take the whole experience in his stride (well, until the end of the night, anyway). So, he negotiates and pays the entry fee and we enter down a long, red corridor. Man, was this place ever a dive. I was transfixed as we watched the strippers do their stuff. As much of a dive as this was, I was in heaven! After all, I had never seen this shit before. Not long after entering, we realised that all of the girls roaming around (and they were mostly ugly) were hookers. Typically, they would fondle your dick through your pants while propositioning you. I was scared shitless when I saw what was happening. Only one hooker tried it on me. I was too scared to move or say anything as her fingers fondled my dick. She soon left, disgusted at my non response to her advances (well, except for a raging boner). Soon after that, a stripper with a snake came out and my mate high-tailed it out of there. I found it amusing that he was as scared of the snake as I was at the whole experience.

It's the truth about the Playhouse! It's a pub with strippers, not a strip club.