You know, Kricket, you never did elaborate on what you meant by this. Do you even still remember?
Oh my goddess! The feel of her breasts on my face! I didn’t really do much of anything except for sit back and enjoy.
She was really pretty with a great ass. She was pretty cool to talk to also. She sat with us in between dancing because she knew the couple we went there with.
They tried to get me to lay up on the stage so that one of the girls could dance over top of me, but I didn’t think I could handle all that at once! Maybe next time, I will let you all know.
As for what was on your mind Chef love, I was just getting worried about you. Being put in the position you were with going to the bar with Mrs. Chef.
Breasts
Uhhhh, Commander, I believe the correct spelling is breastesses.
I remember the last time I was in a “gentlemen’s club.” I was covering a trade show for a magazine, and our sales guy had a friend (this was in Orlando) who wanted to take us to a club while we were there. The two main things I remember about the place are: a) there was an ATM machine in the club with like a hundred-dollar minimum withdrawal, and it charged a $10 fee (eep! gotta plan ahead when you’re going to be throwing money at naked strangers), and b) lap dances cost half as much as they do in Dallas.
There was this amazing dancer, kinda small in the breastesses department but with an amazing ass and legs to the moon. Deep, rich mahogany skin…she was something. She came over and quite contrary to my intentions I started waving a ten-spot. She flowed into my lap and got to work. I concentrated on gazing into her eyes, which I believe to be the best way to make an impression on a stripper. Whew! At one point she leaned a little too far forward and one of her nipples brushed across my lips. she leaned back, BLUSHED and said, “you’ve got me making mistakes…” (which just proves my theory that exotic dancers are consummate actresses.) Naturally, I encouraged her to make as many mistakes as she wanted.
Remind me to share the story of my FIRST time in a strip club…it’s pretty funny. And there was also the time I went to see a dancer that I knew from the real world… THAT was an interesting experience.
I’m a little nervous about typing this even in this anonymous environment but here goes.
I believe that I am bisexual. What I mean is, I know I am attracted to both men and women and have been since about the 4th or 5th grade. However, I have never acted on my attraction to women.
I’m happily married to a man who knows of my attraction towards women. We are monogamous and plan to stay that way. I don’t plan on ever acting on my attraction to women but sometimes regret not having done it in the past
I have not come out to many friends and not to any of my family as I don’t really see the point. As I guess I am really just bisexual in theory and not in practice.
Does anyone else have any similar experiences?
If you are attracted to women as well as men, you are bisexual. You never have to act on it; but you’ll still be bisexual. A virgin can be heterosexual, right? 
I could have been in this situation, but my husband is, emotionally, one of the most tolerant people I’ve ever met. I can see where I could have been in EXACTLY your situation, though.
I’m reminding you. Share.
The future Mrs. Chef and I had just moved all our belongings from Missouri to Dallas. She then went back to Missouri to stay with her parents until the wedding, six weeks hence. I stayed in Dallas to paint our new duplex, get the furniture in place, and generally make our home ready for her to move in.
After a couple of weeks, I was going stir crazy. My brother, who was working in the film industry at the time, invited me to come hang out on the set of an action film he was working on. I said, “I dunno, it’s a night shoot, I’d probably be bored…” He said, “Tonight’s scene is in a striiiiiip cluuuuuuuuuub…” and I said, “Where and when?”
It was a Fred Williamson picture (for those of you who don’t recognize the name, Fred was one of the big stars of those blaxploitation movies of the 70s… he was also in that Q. Tarantino/George Clooney movie “From Dusk Til Dawn.”) Nowadays, Fred is a one-man movie industry - he writes, directs, produces, and stars in all his movies, which are mostly intended for the overseas movie markets. I bring all this up to say that EVERYONE on the set of one of Fred’s movies works… there aren’t any gofers standing around waiting to fetch coffee or anything.
They were shooting in a strip club that was closed for renovations. it was on a parking lot that served a total of three or four strip clubs, the rest of which were open. The crew was worried about the equipment truck being left unguarded in such a scrofulous parking lot - they told Fred it really needed to be watched, but there wasn’t anyone to do it. Except me. Fred told me I could eat with the crew if I sat outside and guarded the truck, which I agreed to do. A little while later, a limo from one of the other clubs wheeled around and out stepped the clubs’ owner, with several strippers Fred had requested for atmosphere. Woo!
At lunchtime, Fred’s co-star (Bo Svenson, remember him? from the TV show Walking Tall?) decided that instead of eating, he wanted to hang out in one of the open strip clubs. The crew handed him a walkie-talkie and said, “Bo, when we call you…COME BACK.” And of course when the time came, he didn’t.
Fred looked around and growled, “Somebody has to go get him. Where’s that guy who was watching the grip truck?”
So here it is, my very first time in a strip club, and I have to go and look at all the MEN. I can tell you, some of them didn’t want to be eyeballed…I’m sure they thought I was a private eye looking for wayward husbands to bribe. And I went through the whole place and he WASN’T in there. Sigh. He eventually showed up and shooting resumed, and I finally got to see some nekkid dancin’ on the movie set while Fred mouthed awful dialogue at the actor playing the strip club’s bartender.
Not what you expected, was it?
Oh, and as for the other story, the one about going to see a stripper that I knew from the real world…
I think I’m going to polish that one and submit it to Teemings. It has an underlying message that I want more people to see than just the few folks who read this thread.
I kinda stumbled onto this thread and it’s really entertaining. But I only have one question, Cheffie dear.
Well? Did ya tell her? If so, how’d it go?
Chef Troy, are you talking about Oaklawn? I used to work at the Infomart, go to the gay bars after work for drinks (cheap!).
There is truth in gaydar. I’m not an unattractive man, and have been in gay bars several times, and have never been flirted with or hit on by a guy, though once somebody asked one of my friends if I was gay and said that I had a cute butt. 8^)
Xanadu, I have not told my wife. Nor do I think I ever will unless something changes. It would destroy my life without changing anything for the better.
Badtz Maru, the bar I mentioned is around the corner from the Oak Lawn area on Cedar Springs at Throckmorton, near the Throckmorton Mining Company (I remember reading that you’ve been in there. Just for a drink. Sure. I understand. Really. wink
Sad news for Kricket.
My new playmate went and got a girlfriend. I like her well enuff, but that means that he cut things off with me. I respect that even though I don’t really want to.
She knows that he and I had a relationship and gets uneasy around me. He had to explain things to her that while he and I were together that my husband knew, and all was well. If she had a problem with me she needed to get over it.
We both assured her that we had an agreement that when he found someone else that we would go back to friends with out benifits.
As for the couple we met who knows. We have a hard time getting together since we both have kids and can never seem to get babysitters on the same weekend.
I really would like to go back to the bar and have more breastesses rubbed on my face. The one dancer was wearing vanilla and I could smell it all nite after she rubbed up against me!
They tried to get me to lay up on the stage on my back so she could lay on top of me and dance like that. Not quite enuff to drink to do that. Maybe next time! 
And I forgot who it was that was attracted to women and her husband knew but they stayed with only each other. Have you tried in the heat of passion asking him how he would like to have two women at the same time?
That is how it started for us. For a while it was great in the middle of things for him to aske me how would I like to have two men having their way with me. Wow! In no time flat I was at the big O with the mental pictures. When it actually happened it was even better.
Bumping for newbies, and to give my man some more work to do.
Hey, Kricket…how YOU doin’?
runs into the darkness, cackling madly
Naughty, Naughty Dryad!
Kricket: I haven’t the first idea what you’re talking about. I was in Raleigh at the time. It’s not like you have photographic evidence…
:eek:
Come on, you two, if you’re going to raise this rusty old thread from its watery grave, you should at least have a question.
Here’s one: when are you two going to quit dancing around and admit that you want each other as much as we all wanted Marcia Brady? It’s the necessary first step before you can start making travel plans for the occasional Westchester Weekend.
Oh, and here’s another one. Kricket, have you been back to the strip joint since you posted the above way back when? If yes, did you get a face full of breastesses?
Haven’t been back yet, and who knows when I will get the next chance since I work weekend nights.
Wow, no new peoples to speak of! I know we had to have a few freaky ones out there!
And love, I cannot speak for Mistress Dryad, but feel free to insert yourself anywhere you like.
Fine then, here’s a question for you:
Am I still a card-carrying bisexual woman if I don’t particularly enjoy cunnilingus…giving OR receiving?
(Although I think part of my distaste (no pun intended) stems from girls not WASHING properly…is all I’m sayin’…)
Hey Cheffie, it’s going to be hard for you to answer my question while you’re…
Oh my.
Kricket, you’re FLEXIBLE.
It’s cool. I’ll wait.