Comments by WiseToo (page 17)

"One of my stripper regulars just invited another stripper over to her house. She then gave this girl some heroin and she had an overdose and then died there in my regular's house. The police investigated it and decided it was an accidental death. The next time I go in this club and see her I'm not sure how to handle this." How do you know that one of your stripper regulars actually gave another stripper heroin causing an overdose and death? Who told you? It may not even be true. At this point, it's just gossip. If your stripper regular doesn't mention it, keep your silence, too. If she mentions it, tell her she needs to see a drug rehab counselor and let the professional deal with all the sordid details. Don't get involved. Most likely (like 100%), if she mentions it and can't get you involved she'll distance herself from you and you will no longer be one of her regulars, problem solved.

I use reverse psychology. I casually tell a stripper I like that I'm surprised how many girls here in the club are offering me an OTC meeting. She may respond that she's not like those girls, but on occasion she may ask me to tell her more. She thinks since I've been preselected by other girls I'm probably O.K. and doesn't want to miss a good opportunity.

Stripper thought I was a cop. She asked, "You're not a cop, are you?" She said that she didn't recognize me as a customer and since the club was tipped off that the state alcohol inspectors were on their way to check for underage drinking, she thought I might be a cop. Stripper => Not too bright.

Carlos Bustamante missed his profession. He should have been in Hollywood where he could have played many roles just by being himself. He has the look for - drug dealer, enforcer, thug, strip club bouncer, etc. Even his name was meant for the silver screen!

"Should I just stick to asking them what their favorite Olive Garden entree is?" Since her goal is a high school science teacher you should have asked if her favorite Olive Garden entree is the "Petri Dish" and then wait for the uncontrollable laughter.

"I wouldn’t be opposed to meeting for coffee or anything, but I don’t think I will initiate that type of thing. Judging from previous conversations, he already has children and other loved ones who would be better for that type of thing. I’ll send out a Merry Christmas text when it’s closer to that time though." Do his children, other loved ones or his wife know that you even exist? I doubt it. An old man on his death bed exchanging texts with an attractive stripper, who may be young enough to be his granddaughter, is a lawsuit waiting to happen should he by chance change is will and leave you some money. Of course the meeting for coffee, if it should take place, was his idea and that decision (like the decision to leave you some money) was not at all influenced by you. You'll have a lot of explaining to do before the judge when the will is contested. He was a customer; nothing more. No more texts.

Some clubs have a website which has photos of the club. A reviewer should be allowed to refer to the website rather than trying to describe the club in words. A picture is worth a 1,000 words, if the photos are accurate. A well written review with a lot of details can read like an advertisement trying to cover all bases. And a well written review doesn't mean it is accurate; it means the reviewer writes well and may have a vivid imagination. For infrequently reviewed clubs, it's important for me to know whether the reviewer had a good time and good time should not be code for extras. My 2 cents.

Burger King coffee is excellent! And at 59 cents per cup with free refills, it's a true bargain.

I wore a suit to a strip club once. One of the dancers started asking questions - Why the suit? What happened? Did you come from a funeral? Did something bad happen and you had to go to court? Why don't you make yourself comfortable and take off your tie and jacket? I felt like Rodney Dangerfield - "I get no respect."

They scan your driver's license. Everything on your driver's license is public information. At best, they can only tell whether the driver's license is a valid license and not a fake license. On the other hand, if you're stopped by the police, they can run your plate number / driver's license and learn a whole lot about you such as outstanding warrants, delinquent child support payments, unpaid tickets, insurance information and vehicle inspection dates. At least that is what I was told by the cop who pulled me over for having a burned out stop light bulb.

@Tetradon - Agree with with your responses; just few additional thoughts. 5. don't ask what our real names are. stripper names protect our identities not only from stalkers and other people who wish to harm us. they also protect our families, especially our children in custody disputes. you are not entitled to knowing our personal information. DISAGREE Just give the customer a fake name. I don't give strippers my real name. 8. if you're watching the stage, try to tip each dancer a minimum of $5. it's the equivalent of a cup of coffee, but it demonstrates respect for the performance. DISAGREE I get my coffee at Cumberland Farms only 99 cents. 9. shower/clean up before coming to the club. brush your teeth, make sure you smell clean. we have to be up in your personal space, and there is nothing worse than dancing on someone who smells like garlic knots. AGREE. But it's a two way street. I don't like the smell of cigarette smoke. You don't have to take a smoke break and then try to cover the smell. 13. "no" means "no!" don't try to push dancers into doing anything they aren't comfortable doing voluntarily. that's super predatory and gross. don't be a predator. AGREE. Again, it's a two way street. After you ask your customary "wanna dance" and the customer declines, don't try to push yourself on the customer by claiming you give the best dances or other such nonsense.

The Big Bopper

Each time I go to a strip club I bring my friends -George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Alexander Hamilton and Andrew Jackson. The girls love them and think I have great friends.

Does your Astro van have the bumper sticker, "Don't come a knockin while this vans a rockin"?

Strippers in clubs specialize in the type of customer they want to have. Some strippers specialize in old men, others in young men, others in professional type of men, others in construction worker types, etc. Just like we have our favorites; they have their favorite type of customer, too. That's why tipping a stripper you like in the hope she will come over after her set is simply being a simp. She'll take your money and then go to her favorite type of customer. And if you are not her favorite type, you're out of luck. Look for the girl(s) that interact with customers that most closely resemble where you fit in and approach them, if you see one you like. Otherwise cut your losses and call it a night.

Pre-Covid, I would always stop at a McD when necessary. They were all over, convenient and open late. I could run in use the urinal (never the stall) and run out without having to stop at the counter. I read somewhere the McD's are America's public toilet. Now its hit or miss because some have counter service, but closed the dining area and restrooms.

Years ago there was a club called "Sugars" on Evergreen Way in Everett. The girls would line up against the back wall so you could give them the once over before they went on stage. Those were the good old days!

Is Legz Diamond still open? The clubs in Manhattan / NYC are just ripoffs. Best to avoid. Years ago, there was a club somewhere around New Windsor, NY which was the farm club for Legz Diamond. The girls would be brought in to get them up to speed before they went to the city for the big $$$$. They always had spokesmodels, aspiring actresses and an assortment of beautiful women to entertain. Prices were very reasonable and the girls really put in the effort to please the customers and prove themselves worthy of the city. Those days are long gone, but the memories remain. Legz Diamond had some of the most beautiful women.

Using strip clubs as a form of therapy is an interesting thought. The alternative of going to a doctor / shrink is possible, but may not be the optimal choice because a doctor / shrink may be clueless about the benefits of a strip club experience. I suggest there could be a lobbying effort to require health insurance companies to include a "strip club benefits" rider in their plans for men. It would be less costly for the insurance company to cover the cost of some lap dances or VIPs each year than pay a doctor / shrink. It would be a win-win experience for all.

I experienced something similar when a couple of professional wrestlers came onto the club after the show. Two guys tried to pick a fight by standing behind them while they sat at the bar and began hurling insults such as, "they look like fags" "they're over weight pieces of shit" etc. These guys simply tried to get a physical reaction which would be caught on security cameras and result in a law suit which would most likely have an out of court settlement. They looked at this as an opportunity to make some easy money and have all medical expenses paid too.

"The groom was shitfaced and weighed less than my leg, but that didn't stop him from picking a fight with a N.E. Patriots linebacker (I forget the name) along with several of his linebacker-sized friends."

You have to be careful because you never know when a "happy drunk" can turn violent. If you can, distance yourself as soon as possible. Don't take a chance. Humor a "happy drunk" as a last resort. I was sitting at the tipping rail and a "happy drunk" sat next to me with some of his friends. He began laughing and making loud obnoxious comments about the dancers. He never said anything to me, but his behavior made me feel uncomfortable. I should have moved, but didn't and learned my lesson. Without warning he grabbed a dancer and she screamed. A bouncer came running over and now I couldn't move to get out of the way. The bouncer leaned over the "happy drunk" and he very quickly stood up with the bouncer on his back and threw the bouncer against a wall. Still laughing, he turned to me pointed to his biceps and said, "Now you know why they call me Popeye." He could have broken me in half. It all happened very quickly. His friends came over and they left.

The first time I experienced an "extra" in a club was when it wasn't considered an "extra." While on a business trip, I stopped in a small mom and pop type club in a rural area. The back of the club had fence separating the unpaved parking area from a farmer's field. Not knowing anything about the club, I asked the owner about dances, etc. He told me the price of dances, $20 totally nude and $20 for each additional dance. Tipping was NOT allowed and the dancers were prohibited from asking for a tip. He made it perfectly clear - you are purchasing a dance and are entitled to a dance, nothing more. That sounded reasonable, so I purchased a $20 dance and entered a small room which had a comfortable sofa. The dancer closed the curtain for privacy and told me to sit in the center of the sofa. She immediately removed all her clothes and began some grinding for about like 15 seconds. She stopped, placed her legs across mine and began massaging my crotch with her hand while she reclined on the sofa. She asked if I liked her clit which she made quite visible. When the dance was about over, she asked If I wanted her to continue for another $20. How could I say no? This time she quickly unzipped my jeans, took out junior, proceeded to give me a hand job and said I could explore her if I wanted. She came prepared with tissues which she used about half way through the second song. After I finished, she complimented me and said I had a beautiful dick. She further said that she has seen a lot of dicks and I truly do have a beautiful dick. I guess she should know. I technically purchased a dance or did I actually just purchase a hand job under the name of purchasing dance.

I caught a stripper going from the club. Actually, she caught me. After leaving the club, I decided to get some coffee and something to eat. There was a BK across the street. It was the only choice I had because it was open late. I was sitting in a booth and a girl came in with her food and sat opposite me. She said, "So this is where you hang out?" I was surprised because I didn't recognize her. Then she told me her name; that didn't help either. I honestly thought she had me confused with some one else. Then she told me her STRIPPER name. Now I'm embarrassed because I was just speaking with her in the club. I tried to pretend that I was just messing with her and began to feign interest, but she saw through it and took her food and left. The dark lighting in the club and heavy makeup sure made her look good in the club, but at BK with bright lights and little makeup -Yikes!

I had a summer job stocking shelves in the evening at a local supermarket. I thought one of the girls working there was kind of nice and tried striking up a conversation with her. Needless to say, I experienced a nuclear rejection. I felt like crap, but as I walked back home I noticed an old man's bar that was a neighborhood fixture for years now had a sign "under new management" "girls girls girls" "cage dancers" I went in hoping it would make me feel better. There were two cages, one at each end of the bar with a dancing girl wearing nothing more than pasties and a bikini bottom. It was continuous dancing to the background music in the bar. The girls were gorgeous. I was mesmerized and couldn't get enough of watching mostly naked girls dance. My strip club journey began.