C’mon, guys (and girls), give me the straight dope.
I want stories! (True ones, not “I heard about this guy” or the “72DD suffocated groom”.)
Most girls in my 20 and 30-somethings circle have an idea that
a) The average strip club is just no big deal.
b) Strippers who come to private parties have the potential to become a much bigger deal.
c) We’ll never really know for sure because you might hold out on us to protect your sense of male comraderie.
Thoughts? Juicy details?
Heh. I got kicked out - of Canada - once. Yup. We were escorted to the border and told to not come back.
…which brings me to the other question I forgot to include, Unc.
Is it true?
About Montreal?
This is so lame I cringe to tell it…
Prior to my wedding, my future brothers-in-law took me and my brother out to dinner. Very low-budget, very casual. And the four of us just sort of sat around chatting.
Then we wound up playing paper football on the restaurant table.
That’s it.
That was my “bachelor party.”
I’ve led a very sheltered life…
Montreal? Beats the poo outta me. I’ve never been to Montreal.
Is WHAT true about Montreal? I live here, I can tell you if it is…
Is this about Super-Sex? 
This sounds like EXACTLY what I would love Dave to have for his Bachelor Party.
(just kidding.)
I dunno either. Which one is it about?
Word on the street is that the strip clubs in Montreal are very liberal; encouraging interaction to profit from sexual favors that are sold while the law tuns a blind eye.
Of course, I realize that this could happen anywhere, but supposedly Montreal has a rep for this type of establishment?
Don’t even remember where I first heard it-I’m sure it was from a VERY reputable source:rolleyes:
Wow. This is the first time I’ve logged onto the SDMB drunk. Well, tipsy. Starngely, I am a much better typist. At least I think I am.
Nope. Still see typos.
That used to be the case, sidle, but not anymore.
Now, lap dancing (where the man can touch the woman, if I can remember correctly) is perfectly legal. There are currently three strip clubs in Montreal that do not offer this service.
I found the url for a story in the Montreal daily newspaper, the Gazette on it here.
What? Not so much as a groan?
For the humor-impaired, there was a pun in there somewhere. 
Ok, I’ll bite.
Once at a strip bar (once only! I swear), my best friend had his sunglasses smashed between a stripper’s thighs.
The girls had a game where guys were invited from the audience to take a sticker - advertising their particular strip-troupe - from them. Stickers could only be acquired by using one’s teeth and were placed in the strippers’ g-strings. Sticker-hungry men were therefore normally obliged to crawl, slither, etc. on the floor to a girl to snatch a sticker from her, umm, snatch.
Now one particular stripper was a little creative. Forsaking the pedestrian let’s-make-the-man-crawl schtick, she decided to mount my friend in his chair, doing a little summersault so that she was upside down, her hands grasping his thighs and her thighs around my friend’s head. The idea being, of course, that he could easily use his teeth to obtain the sticker in her panties. Unfortunately, in grasping his head with her thighs, our stripper closed tightly around my friend’s sunglasses, which were perched otop his hapless head.
Snap!
Sad pieces of $200 sunglasses came tumbling down to the floor. The rest of us laughed hysterically for a minute before our friend noticed his loss. He wasn’t too happy about it, but the club’s management gave us a free jug of beer (value: $10) to cover the loss.
But as least he got to keep the sticker.
Endnote: my friend bought an identical pair of sunglasses to replace his stripper-smashed ones so his parents wouldn’t notice. However, I still tell people that they aren’t his original pair. 
My friend’s best man (Yoshi) blew into town and organized a bachelor party. He rented a hotel room and a couple of lovely young ladies (one of whom is now a fairly successful porn star) as entertainment (visual only). The night’s entertainment got a bit loud so we all decided to roll out of the hotel and continue the party elsewhere. I went with a group of guys who had rented a Lincoln Towncar and drove down from Vermont for the wedding. The rest of the party (including the groom) lingered a little longer at the hotel. The stragglers gave the front desk clerk such a hard time that he was near tears screaming “Leave me alone! This is my job!” The groom then inexplicably lunged across the desk and kissed the clerk on the lips. I’m guessing that the clerk then called the cops, because:
Next thing I know, I wake up in the Lincoln to the sight of three police cars surrounding our car. It turns out that when a police officer called in the car, it had been reported stolen in Nebraska! Fortunately, the driver (who was completely sober) showed the police the rental agreement and we went on our merry way.
According to Mr. Pol…
He went to a bachelor’s party at a private residence. They hired a stripper, who came with a bodyguard.
She spent most of her time either dancing or performing with her “toys”. I think the only interaction was whatever she initiated – taking their hands & putting them interesting places.
The most … exotic … item he mentioned to me was where the groom-to-be laid on his back on the floor, with a $5.00 bill on his nose (folded tent-shaped) and the stripper bent down and … um … lifted the bill off his face…
Mr. Pol’s bachelor’s party (much to his brother’s chagrin) consisted of him & his buddies sitting around the kitchen table playng euchre & drinking Pepsi.
At my bachelor party they got me up on stage, gave me this concoction of a drink to down (which put me over the top). They sat me in a chair and the girls took off my shirt, unzipped my pants, reached into my underwear (checked me out and of course complimented me, I’m sure they do that to everyone), then one went down, and using her teeth, ripped the front hole in my boxers bigger and somehow they took my boxers off. They ripped the band off and tied it around my head so I looked like Rambo. Then they took off my belt and tied it around my neck and made me crawl around the stage like a dog. I also had to swing around the pole. After that, it was lap dance galore.
At a friend’s bachelor party they gave him a shower. He was in his underwear and the two girls were naked. They lathered his hair then they left and said hey were getting 2 more girls. The DJ really pumped him up by saying “are you ready Marc? Are you ready?”, then they opened up the door and the bouncer threw a huge bucked of ice on him.
I went to a bachelor party for a friend of a friend of a friend. It was at a hall and there were about 50 guys. they had raffles for “favors” from the special guests. $20 tickets.
I had two bachelor parties. I had told my brother, who was the best man at my wedding, that I didn’t want to go to a strip club for my bachelor party and that instead I wanted to have a poker party with all my friends. He did give me that, but two days before, decided that I needed to go to the local strip club anyways. So he takes me to Deja Vu.
So we are watching the dancers for awhile, and my brother decides to have some fun with me. At this Deja Vu, they get people with birthdays, or prospective grooms, to go up onstage with the dancers and have their picture taken. I had told my brother I didn’t want to do that, but he did got the DJ to call me up anyways.
So I’m sitting there while all the girls are doing their thing (big deal) and producing the mandatory stupid prizes one gets for being up their (Deja Vu mug, stay hard pills, and other such nonsense)and one of the dancers sits on my lap for the obligatory picture. She grabs the “stay hard” pills and tries to force me to eat it. I resist, but she won’t take no for an answer. Rather than get into an argument with her in front of everyone there, I take the pill and immediately wedge it in between my gum and cheek and pretend to swallow.
After about 10 minutes up there, the pill now begins to dissolve in my mouth, and it tastes nasty. Really disgustingly nasty. It’s all I can do to keep from hurling there on stage. I finally get down and explain what happened to my brother as I’m spitting out this disgusting thing in my mouth. The taste ends up staying with me all night, and my brother felt terrible about the whole situation.
Two days later, I had the best poker party of my life and won quite a bit of money.
**a) The average strip club is just no big deal. **
Your right about this Sidle. You should go to one sometime and check it out. My wife and I have been a couple of times. We were almost thrown out of one place because we were kissing. The bouncer told us to stop because other patrons would see us and think it was ok for them to kiss the girl next to them. That same night a group of guys that were there for a bachelor party offered my wife money to go with them to a house and dance for them. She declined the offer, plus they were cheap bastards anyway, $50 my ass.
** b) Strippers who come to private parties have the potential to become a much bigger deal. **
This depends on the stripper and their approach to the whole situation. I left a bachelor party where there were two girls taking turns with the guys there, it was pretty gross.
c) We’ll never really know for sure because you might hold out on us to protect your sense of male comraderie.
Why hold out, it’s all fun. I’ve been to some great bachelor parties. A friend got married in Las Vegas and his father and the brides father took us out in a mini-bus loaded with coolers of beer. We went to the Palomino Club, which is (or at least used to be) a very high end strip club. Then we went gambling and the two fathers paid for everything. I think they were having some sort of testosterone driven contest to see who could spend the most money.
Anyway I’ll stop now. Hope this helps.
BeerFan
Let’s just say that there are girls who will volunteer to be the “entertainment” at a bachelor party. Back in college I knew this girl that was very open to new experiences. She had borrowed a book from me that contained an account of a girl at a wild party that made herself available to ALL the guys. She said that the idea turned her on. It just so happened that one of my high school buddies was getting married soon, and we were planning his bachelor party. I inquired whether she might be interested in fulfilling that fantasy, being that she didn’t know any of the guys and since it was in another city she wouldn’t have anyone find out about it. She thought about it, and said “why not?” . So to make a long story short, we rented a van for transportation, got a pony keg, and a hotel room. That night, the total number of men this hot little 19 year old had had sex with went from 5 to 13. It was truly an evening to remember.
(Edited to include: Dear Penthouse: I am a student at a large midwestern university…) 