So this is taking over social media and the internet. They asked 20 strangers to just kiss for the first time.
I stay away from strip clubs in the US and get my fill once a year in June when a large group of us go to San Felipe on the Baja of Mexico for fishing of course. They will suck or fuck you in the back rooms of the club or come back to your hotel room for an hour for $100-150 bucks, want a private nude dance $20 When you walk in they come sit on your lap and rubbing your shit. They dance on stage totally nude and let you touch them, last year we got a nice lesbo show when one stripper went down on another on stage and went to town. They will also sit with you and drink but their drinks served in 2 ounce glasses and are $10 of which they get $3. If you are into Spanish girls they are actually pretty hot, except for the one that has 3 kids and the C-section scars to A few years ago I met a stripper in Cabo at Lord Blacks who had lived in LA for a few years as an illegal immigrant but her husband was cheating on her so she went back to Mexico and talked to her for a few hours and started to feel like she was into me and I was really into her, then I remembered she was a stripper. If I was not married I would probably pay to get blown in the back of a dirty Mexican strip club but due to my extreme fear of contracting some disease and the guilt that would ensue I make sure they keep their distance.
Some typical stripper names: Missy Lacey Diamond Sapphire Seasons (Autumn, Winter, etc.) Kitty Santana Mrs. Charlie Sheen Crystal Fantasia ...in other words, they are the same names people in low-income neighbourhoods name their kids. Totally unlike MALE strippers, who have names like " Turbo" and "Sledgehammer".
I have two friends that used to go to the Admiral every time one of them came in from out of town, and were just overall strip club aficionados. I never got it. They would go to a bar, by about 1 if they weren't making progress, off to the strip club they'd go. One definitely got himself friendly with one of the strippers. I forget her name, but it was to the point that they'd fooled around during a private dance and not due to some cash exchange for "additional services" (found out cause other friend was blown by "Serenity" that same night). He came back into town a month later, his stripper buddy recognized him, called him by name, and almost tackled him running over. I guess a bit later they were openly making out in the main room, and he was tossed and put on a restricted list and I'm assuming she was reprimanded or fired. He hasn't had the stones to venture back since, and he was dating a girl for awhile so his strip club urges were slightly abated.
I went to San Antonio a few years back to visit a friend who was flying into town that I hadn't seen in several years. The friends that we stayed were the kind of people who make going to strip clubs part of their going-out routine. But the strip clubs there are awful. And one of the guys was "friends" with one of the girls. And I just felt sad for all of them. The way it works there is if you want to give the girl a dollar or something, you have to go up to the stage and stand at the corner where the girl will come up to you. And there is normally a line of guys waiting at this one area, single file, sadly standing there holding their dollars waiting for their turn. And this one dude we were with acted like he was so fucking awesome for knowing this girl's real name.
That IS sad. Here, you lay on your back on stage with the money in your mouth , and the stripper takes it by clamping it with her tits (after body-sliding all over you). And there's no such thing as a "topless " or "go-go" bars here. It's only fully nude.
I went to a place called Rachel's in West Palm Beach for a 21st Birthday several years back. The girls there were beautiful. Not even joking. And the place was fully nude. I find there is a difference in the way a strip club feels when its fully nude as opposed to just topless. Watching a girl completely spread her pussy for you isn't the same as a sexy dance or even a lap dance.
Knowing the girls personally can have it's benefits. A buddy of mine started fucking this waitress at a hotel we were staying at during our trip to the Orange Bowl (the year before my Sugar Bowl story). She was friends with a handful of strippers at Scarlets, the best strip club Ive ever been to, and got him in to a private after hours party the stripers had at the club. They were painting each other, a paint party I guess, and performing sex acts on each other was the story we heard. I knew those type of guys in Shanghai. Tried normal bars for a drink and a half, would get shot down by one girl, and then they'd be asking to go to the hooker bars. I am very jealous of your life dewercs. Fishing, drug addiction, back ally sex shows in Mexico.
That's the saddest thing I've read all day. I've been in a total of two strip clubs, first was a few years ago in my hometown and most recently was my brother's bachelor party in December. One of his buddies got us a VIP room with bottle service and the ladies were gorgeous, it was awesome. Part of me wishes I was less drunk* so I could have remembered more of it but I would have been freaking out inside otherwise, I'm not exactly used to being surrounded by t&a. The first time was a quick visit to a cheap club while we went from bar to bar. There was one very uninterested looking girl on stage; it was like going to any other crappy bar in town except a bunch of guys were focused on that one girl who clearly wished she was elsewhere. More creepy and weird than fun. After both times I was glad to see my girlfriend again and know when she touched me it was sincere. *So much vodka, I was close to puking. So glad I didn't.
Rachel's has a reputation for hiring smoking hot girls. Even their daytime lineup is legit. I used to go from time to time with our Marketing Director, who was a smoking hot blonde. She knew the owner and manager so we'd get a free lunch and we'd get attention from strippers who thought they wanted to be in the magazine. Mind you these were 8-10's who were working at 1 pm on a Tuesday, but since their steakhouse is well known they would still get some big hitters for "lunch meetings". Their steakhouse is actually really good too, so it was a win for everyone involved. In my younger years I used to work at a strip club called Flashdance which was also in West Palm Beach. It was ghetto as fuck, although in a weird quirk of fate it was a well known Latin Kings hangout so not a lot of trouble went down as they would come down hard on anyone killing their good time. Also fights and such would indeed be kept quiet, and I would pretend not to see unsavory deals and such going down in the private rooms. Personally I'm not a fan of going to strip clubs on a lark unless you're friends with the manager and staff or you're fucking one or more of the strippers. I don't get it. It's like being hungry but going to look at food behind a glass partition. If you strike out at the bars just go home, rub one out and go to bed.
I agree, I just don't like the feeling of faked affection. Even if she's just trying to caress dollars out of my wallet, when it's contrived I can't get into it.
I know a guy who goes to the dollar store and buys the thinnest pair of sweat pants he can find, free balls it and wears them to the strip club so he can really feel the strippers ass as she grinds on him, he gets his moneys worth.
So when they see him coming I wonder if the strippers draw straws to see which one of them has to go jerk off Senor Sweatpants with her ass. I went to an all nude club in Atlanta years and years ago. Let me preface this by sating, I am a huge fan of pussy, but it was too much. The whole place was mirrored, so you couldn't look anywhere without seeing a spread pussy. Behind the bar, on the walls, even the damn ceiling. Sensory overload.
That's why I call them "Imagineers". Laying down flattery and whispered promises into your ear to squeeze every dollar they can from you. Their job is to make you leave the bar broke. I always say you know your friend is near alcohol poisoning the moment he tells you that the stripper is into him. Keep clinging to that raft, Remington Steele.
Mmmmmmm...Pierce Brosnan. There's a guy at the gym that wears yoga pants. I keep trying to get a picture but he's a wily fella.
He doesn't ever stop. He'll go from machine to machine and stay on each one for about a minute and a half. Whether it's a weight machine or a rowing machine. And he wears the same yellow shirt with them every day. It's like I'm mesmerized watching him. Where's he going next? Will he stay on this one for two minutes? What machine will he use incorrectly next? At least it seems to help pass the time.
In New Orleans, we were at the Penthouse Club or whatever, which is actually a really nice club and knew a bartender from earlier in the day at a different bar. He introduced us to 2 of his stripper friends with the memo to be friendly but we weren't marks. The insights we got from them was hilarious. It was all of the small talk with topless chicks minus the awkward sales pitch, which is the reason I don't go to strip clubs that often. I love naked tits, but I don't love shrugging off sales pitches whether it be from the nerd at Best Buy or a topless cokehead at the Admiral.