Comments by jackattack107

Wonder what DPK is, too...

True story: At the same Pink Pony mentioned in the article, my friend got preyed upon by one. He was drunk and this transgendered lady starting hitting on him. They start to make out at the table and end up getting a smoke outside. A nearby table came and told me that I needed to let my friend know he was getting played hard. I just thought it was a really toned, athletic, tall chick. Anyway, he was mortified when I told him, because apparently he had told "her" he'd meet her at a nearby hotel. Later on, I told one of the dancers and she informed me that at that particular location, there had been multiple instances of transgendered women hitting on stupid, drunk guys.

Totally did this once. Freaked out about it and waited to get tested. Clean. Totally went back for seconds and thirds.

There was this one girl who would occasionally say "I'm wet." and then wipe her wetness on my arm. I was always too drunk to be perturbed by it.

I've been up for 24 hours... Now I'm a little afraid to read it hahaha

Not my story but I saw two people run into one of the V.I.P. rooms with brooms and dust pans. I imagine someone vomited in there... or blew the world's biggest load.

Different philosophies, I guess, eh, Allucard? ( ^_^)

All the numbers I've obtained have been volunteered by the dancer. But each dancer has their own set of rules they abide by, so if you guys DID already have a repertoire but she still didn't want to give the number, I say: A) give up B) go on days she usually works and hopefully she shows up But yea, for the future, never ask for the number. Always wait for the dancer to hand it out on her own accord.

I hate it when I forget to turn off my swag and wake up the next day covered in bitches.

Aye. I've blown a ton of dudes by association.

Jada stevens. She was daphne in the bang bros scooby doo parody.

I have never worried about this kind of shit stumbling out of a club after 2. Am I being too naive?

I went to one of the big club's in Atlanta and the dancer I was with that night told me she was a porn star (I checked later, she's pretty prominent). Incredible lap dances. Went to V.I.P. with her (this particular club is not known for extras). We made out a little when the manager wasn't poking his head around. When I got home and looked her up, found out she was on pretty much every major online porn site. Then I freaked out a little because because my mouth was where all those other wieners were. Good times, though!

One of my rules is I don't take girls who ask about V.I.P. to V.I.P.. So far it's worked really well for me.

Well, not so much "against the rules" but change a dancer's stance. There's been two dancer's that said they didn't do kissing. The second time I saw them, after some conversation, was able to get the two to break their previous rules and ended out having some of the best make-out sessions with them.

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No. But I've grown to care for some of them. Whether or not it's just an act, I don't know, but with some of these girl's I seem to get them with their "stripper mode" turned off. I used be to highly suspicious if any of them got too chummy, so much so I'd one of them, "Look, I'm totally fine with you hustling me, just let me know. Won't change my stance on throwing all my money away." That dancer set her cigarette down, put her hands on my knees and told me, "Honey, I don't mean to offend you with what I'm about to say, so don't take it the wrong way, but you don't have enough money for me to hustle you." That statement has stuck with me ever since. So I've come to let myself care about these dancers and their well-being. On a related note: The girl who imparted that wisdom on me, lived in one of the worst neighborhoods in Atlanta. I got drunk one night and met her at her place. Saw her in her yard crying with a bloody nose. Liquid courage made me puff my chest and try and be chivalrous. Saw her huge, buff, power lesbian roommate come down and confront me and she begged me to leave, so I totally did. Met her the next day at her place again, horrified at myself that I had the balls to roll up to that part of town at night by myself. PRETTY SURE that power lesbian was her pimp.

DFK could count as extras? Then I guess I'd have to change my stance haha.

True but HORRIBLE story: I was seeing a therapist and I thought "Wait wait wait, I'd rather spend that money drinking at a strip club." When I eat out with friends and they see the tab and go, "This place is kind of expensive." I think, "What? THIS is expensive?" It's also DESTROYED my tipping sensibilities. I will usually tip 30-50% anywhere I go (Working in the food industry all throughout college also helps push that).

Hard10's second point is a huge reason I don't pursue anymore. I mean, they're are very normal girls working there, but they keep their personal lives and work lives as separated as possible.

I usually only ever bring 60 dollars to a strip club to make sure I don't go overboard. So I better be leaving with no cash in my pockets!

Did the cops take photos of the guys with their iPhones and the goofy filters on?

This one girl that I usually see I'm usually competing with this regular. SUCKS. However, there was one time we were sitting and this guy wanders over to try and get her to do dances for him and she straight up said, "No thanks!" rather than the "I'm with a client/Give me 10 minutes" spiel. So yea, don't take it personally if she feeds you a lie while she attends to regulars. But if she flat out says "NO THANKS!" You should go take a look at yourself in the mirror... because maybe you got a booger hanging out your nostril or something.

I agree with the kissing comment. I've had strippers more okay with stick-shifting than kissing. Lot's have said "too personal," so getting a dancer to be REALLY into a solid make-out is success to me. It so good one-time, the girl had turned around to grind up on me, then said she couldn't handle it and ended up turning around so we could do some more making-out while she dry humped the shit out of me. As ridiculous as it sounds... not big anything penis-related... weird, huh?

Thanks to everyone reading. Hopefully you'll find the conclusion satisfying to some degree, haha. Part seven is written and I can say eight will be the last. While my attitude was "don't buy into the lies," the action of her giving me back the two hundred dollars that night really got to me. I would've bee more okay if I knew she was putting on a show and kept the money, but the fact she didn't made me want to reach out to her. I left this out of the story, but later on that night, I was talking to Riley about it, and Riley told me to talk to one of her regulars (in his 50s) about it. The guy was an experienced strip club patron who was apparently at the birth of Riley's daughter. As I recounted the story of the night to him, he just looked at me with this smile, as if saying, "Oh, you little strip club newbie." Then, when I mentioned the refund of the V.I.P. time, his smile quickly dissipated and he gave me this blank look. Even he was surprised by the gesture. So yea, out of all the times I've seen Alanna, I can say that one was of the genuine moments we shared. I wouldn't say she had a heart of gold, though. Her presentation changed throughout our time together, becoming more gentle as time went on, but what draw to her was always her fun attitude and seemingly confident demeanor.