one more time So I’m at the strip club last night and what do I see? One of the “dancers” had her “business” shaved into a little heart. It was cute!
like the name of the forum says it’s mundane, it’s pointless, and I wanted to share.
Another one of those OPs where, I strongly suspect, the view-to-post ratio is going to be astronomical. Unless you actually want to discuss topiary…
[sub]No, that was not an offer.[/sub]
Well, let’s improve things. Here is my strip club story:
I only went once, on a trip to New York City a few years ago (I wanted to see ALL the sights 
). This particular place was on the second floor – you got on an elevator and stepped out into a small entryway. There was an entrance window, like a ticket window at the theater – a hole in the glass so the ticket seller could talk to the customer before being buzzed in.
I went inside and sat down by the runway. There was only one girl working at the time.
She danced in front of the various patrons, finally working her way around to me. As she began to put on a show, I suddenly realized what music was playing in the background.
The Cantina Song from Star Wars. You know – doot da doot da doot da doot . . .
I couldn’t help it. I lost it and started laughing.
The girl got a surprised look on her face. You could tell no one had ever given her that reaction. I quickly pointed out that it was the music I was laughing at, and she agreed it was a poor choice.
I stayed awhile later. Eventually, I got tired and headed out. When I came to the elevator, the same stripper was there. She was talking to another stipper through the hole in the glass. Then, they kissed. A moment later, they kissed again.
I got on the elevator with her. She turned to me and said, “That’s my girlfriend.” I muttered something, but all I could think was that there were all these men thinking in the back of the mind that they could get her in bed, and that even if they got a few moments with her, she wasn’t interested.
I knew I could never top all that, so I never went back.
A short story. I was at a strip club when a midget walked in. The dancers all called out to him by name (just like Norm in Cheers). As he was sitting down the dancer on stage bends over and he gives a little kiss on the “cheek”.
Yes, I suppose that is a short story. . . .
I once saw a stripper who had modified her “business” with a labial piercing by a gold ring with a small bell hanging from it.
I went to a totally nude club one time for a friend of mines bachelor party. The whole party sat in an area at the back of the room, and after a while me and another guy decided to go down to pervert row, right in front. This place was a real dive, and had a bunch of middle aged men kinda sitting there quiet trying not to be noticed. I don’t know what was more pathetic, me and my friend sitting right there on pervert row, or my friends sitting across the room wishing they had the guts to go down front.
After a few minutes, my friend blurts out, in his best redneck texas accent"Yep, thats a pussy alright". The whole place erupted in laughter. The dancer stopped dancing and just sorta layed thier on stage laughing her ass off. The whole mood of the place changed. People started laughing, talking to each other, etc.
Then this dancer layed down right in front of us. She had hemeroids…Kinda ruined the whole mood.
I know a lot of art models, they joke with me saying that they should auction those pillows they all rub their naked butts on. I assume all those stripper girls rub their privates on those metal poles, therefore sharing ummm, privates? They should auction those poles. 
At this place at one time during the evening the girls have the special visor dance portion of the show. This being the part where all the girls come out wearing these visors emblazoned with the name of the club. You can buy the visor and get two lap ances for a bargain price.
At this place at one time during the evening the girls have the special visor dance portion of the show. This being the part where all the girls come out wearing these visors emblazoned with the name of the club. You can buy the visor and get two lap ances for a bargain price.
OK, so I was in a strip club a month or so ago. In this place the dancers come and mingle in the audience when not on stage. They generally sit on laps, mooch drinks and cigarettes, and try to drum up lap dance business. I notice a girl dressed like a cowgirl or David Lee Roth, still not sure which. She had on leather chaps, leather vest, thong & cowboy hat. She was really working this one corner of the room. Grinding against guys, rubbing her parts against faces, etc. I mentioned to the waitress how enthusiastic this girl was about her job. The waitress glanced over at her, then shrugged and said “she doesn’t work here, she’s just a customer.”
Speaking of poles …
One of my favorite, long time strip joints closed down, much to my annoyance, so it could be turned into a restaurant run by these guys in their late 30s who wear commercial hair cuts, dress in expensive casual T-shirts and shorts and look all grimly professional. They drive Beamers or Mercedes.
I bought the brass pole from the contractor who was gutting the place, along with the black lights, a table with 4 chairs and a bank of colored, small spot lights. The brass pole is in my ‘den,’ in a corner, fixed in place along with the black lights and spot lights and table. I’ve not gotten around to putting up a mirrored back wall yet, but I enjoy turning on the stereo, dimming the lights and sitting there, having a beer, running porn tapes. The whole deal only cost me $50 because the contractor was just going to throw everything out anyhow. It looks good with the restored, two colored Miller Lite beer light that I salvaged from another closing bar and had fixed, but it hasn’t quite got the ambiance I want, like stale smoke, mixed with a little pot, the scent of a lot of beer fumes, combined with 8 types of musk cologne and 6 types of perfume, mingled with the inevitable bit of BO, and just a trace of stale urine combined with urinal cake.
I have had one girlfriend like it and actually perform a strip show there, that I loved, but not too many, drunk or sober, are into that. (Rats!)