Comments by carlos_spiceyweiner (page 9)

I've brought this point up before in a few articles, and some of the best responses to this complaint are in this discussion: - They're strippers! They don't make good decisions. - Just because you don't see her getting paid by a regular doesn't mean she's not. - Some girls are just lazy. - Some girls work when they're drunk or high so they lose count of what's going on. - Some end up wasting their time on idiot customers who are "social retards or sociopaths." (Thanks, Chandler) - They're strippers! They don't make good decisions. I'll admit, I've seen more of this is the last year or two than I've seen in 25+ years of clubbing. I blame a lot of it on laziness--a lot of these younger girls have never hustled for a buck and they're too interested in getting back to their cell phones. I've also seen way too many dancers zonked out of their gourds on drugs to actually function like they should. As someone already said, complaining won't change it. You go to clubs to have a good time, not to get frustrated. I deal with it by keeping a number of clubs on my radar. I don't hang around any one club long enough to let myself get pissed off. If the fishing is bad, move on. Try another club. Try going at a different time of day. Remember this--if these girls are really that lame, how much are they going to do for you with a floor dance or VIP? Also, don't take it too seriously. I've even added regular bars that have hot ass bartenders or servers with big tits to my list of go-to locales. Sure, I'm not going to get any action at these clubs, but I know that going in. I can just relax, look at a hot girl, drink a beer and go home feeling pretty good.

Yes. I mentioned in two article I was at the notorious Lisa's Cabaret in Akron during a raid. Fortunately, I wasn't in a VIP and was just talking on the floor to two dancers I knew. Local vice had a couple of undercovers go in and get VIPs. Both dancers immediately offered their full menus, the undercovers flashed their badges and the rest of the cavalry entered the club to finish the arrests. I hung around for a while because I didn't want to appear too anxious to leave while the cops searched the place. It was getting late, so I eventually walked out doors and through a line of cops who didn't try to stop or speak to me. That was the last time I was Lisa's before it closed. Fun times!

It's all part of social media. I found out that a dancer who was busted here for posting shill reviews to prop herself and shoot down clubs with competing girls was using #TUSCL on her media pages. She was kicked off of here but was so desperate for followers she was still trying to use a site that exposed her. Stupid bitch.

I usually drink soda at a club and always use the straw. I have a lot of friends who bartend, and they say always use the straw because most clubs don't work that hard to clean their glasses.

I go sober and stay sober, so I can get the most enjoyment from the experience. In my younger days I drank too much at some clubs and ended up not remembering the "fun" I had dropped a ton of money on.

My favorites have always been dive bars.

Papi_Chulo is the best.

I knew two dancers from one club, both of whom were deaf. One was Asian. They were both really hot but left the scene soon after I met them. I later discovered that one had become a provider. I also met a dancer who was missing part of one leg and one arm. She danced in boots to help hide a prosthetic leg and kept the half arm wrapped in a piece of cloth. She was cute and actually was a good dancer too. Though it wasn't a disability, I ran into one of my favorites after one of her fake boobs had begun leaking. She had to wait weeks before getting it fixed but continued dancing with one magnificent fake tit and one boob that looked like a deflated balloon.

Clubber, you're exactly right.

Shadowcat, well said!

I asked a dancer this question once. She said to just send the stinky girl on her way. According to her, these girls usually don't care either way.

I've talked to a number of former strippers, and with one exception they all regretted getting into the industry. They'd recommend that no woman should. I think a lot of these girls have no goals in life (other than surviving day to day) or no idea what a goal is or how to achieve it. They get into a way of life where the money can be easy and they're constantly surrounded by booze and drugs. Oh, and they're constantly having to lie at work to get customers and to lie later when anyone asks what they do. Now throw in the fact that they end up working with other women who are often addicts or criminals or who have mental problems, and you can have a pretty awful, hopeless life. Geesch. remind me again why I go to clubs?

How awful. What I've found is that even when these girls get a chance to turn their lives around, they go do really stupid, fucked up shit to mess them up again. I knew one dancer who had trouble making ends meet raising just one child with no help from the worthless father, so she went out and had two more kids each from another worthless piece of shit. I knew another who received a $19,000 settlement from a court case and in two weeks blew the whole whole wad on fake tits and a crappy used SUV with a new sound system. A month later she and here poor little son were evicted for not paying rent. A pal of mine loaned one girl $1,500 for beauty school and bought her another $1,000 in supplies. She quit after two weeks. When these girls start talking about their lives, I walk away. It's not worth it. (I just feel terrible for their kids.)

Thanks for posting. What a mess. You have to feel for the people who have lost their jobs or who have no where else to go. But 700 calls in two years is a clear sign that something has to be done.

I love doing this! I can watch football, drink beer and look at hot girls. When my team win, it's one of my favorite experiences.

No guy can compete with that--for the moment. I've actually known a number of dancers who have have claimed to be bisexual or lesbian and taken a female partner. Sometimes, it's just a life they're exploring after having a string of lousy boyfriends. Other times, they become really curious and decide to try something different after spending time working around a lot of women in a sexually charged atmosphere. You never know. But a lot of these girls that I ran into eventually went back to men.

Thanks for the feedback, everyone! Lots of good information.

I did one with a girl who was mixed race (white and black) and an Asian girl. It was every bit as good as it sounds. My biggest regret was not going back for seconds.

I'll throw in with my own experience. I've only gone bareback once and that was the first time I ever got a bj in a VIP. It was the thrill of the moment. The girl offered to do it as part of getting a private dance, and neither of us had a condom. It was a rotten experience. She was too rough, used too much teeth and ended up spitting all over the place (even on me) when I finished. The next day, little Carlos was bright red and sore. I assumed the worst but found out my skin had erupted because the dancer was so damn aggressive. I ended up having to soak in a bathtub for an hour each night after work and applied a lotion to get to fully healed. I took the experience as a warning.

It's definitely made me better. The info really helps me when I'm deciding where to go. After reading enough reviews, I don't feel I need to hang around certain clubs for long periods to see "what they're all about." For example, I just moved from Virginia back to NE Ohio. Much of the hot club action had moved to South Akron to dive bars like Lusty's, Ole Glory Daze and Dreamer's Girls. Those places can be pretty sketchy, with plenty of potential action and lots of scammers (and way too many substance issues). Reading TUSCL helps navigate a lot of problems. It also motivates me to write reviews and articles to help other club fans. I keep hoping, even in some small way, TUSCL helps improve the industry by pushing the bullshit out and putting a light on the things a club does well.

I've had a couple of run ins, and they were always funny. The first time I was in college and recognized a girl doing a stage dance from one of my literature classes. I walked up and tipped her. The next time I saw her in class she just glared at me, as if I had done something wrong. Then she dropped the class. I always wondered if I was the reason. Another time, I was sitting at a corner bar when two dancers from my favorite nude club walked in. I'd done numerous VIPs with them, and when they saw me they immediately came over and said "hi." I joked, "I didn't recognize you two with your clothes on." The funnier thing was that they had two guys with them--young, college boys. I immediately realized these guys probably thought it was cool to date strippers but were in way over their heads. They stayed for a while, with the strippers making sure their "dates" paid for my drinks as well, including a couple rounds of sake bombs. When the bartender handed the boys their tab, I saw both of them wince. They dug through their pockets for money, finally using plastic to cover their bill. The strippers and I had a great time. Hopefully these boys learned their lesson.

Northern Virginia and DC clubs suck. You'll have to go to MD for any action. The best club I know of is Fuegos. Good luck!

@mikeya02 - HAHAHAHA! Honestly, I hate when strippers try the kissing thing. I know some guys like it. All I can think is those same lips may have been wrapped around a half dozen dicks that night. Yeech.

I always found that milfs not only give much better mileage, they're nicer to deal with. Maturity means a lot.

When I was in my 30's, I had way too much to drink in the club and actually talked one of the dancers into having sex in my car in the parking lot. Just when things were heating up, I heard one of the bouncers pound on my window. He fired the dancer on the spot and told me to "never, never, never, never" come back. I was back a month later and talked to the guy. I'm not even sure if he didn't recognized me or didn't care. In any case, the club went out of business a couple of months later. Screw 'em.