Strip club experiences?

In My Humble Opinion
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So, last night the hubby and I decided to go to a strip club. It was my idea–curiosity, partially, but I do enjoy watching how the girls move. BTW, it was not the least bit arousing to me… it was simply an interesting night out. (This was my 3rd venture to a club. and the 3rd different one.)

Anywho, despite the amazing fact that we dropped $60 for 2 1/2 hours (!!!), it was still rather enjoyable, though not really for the reasons most probably have for going to a nudie bar. It was a very, very slow evening, so the girls came and sat with us and chatted. Actually, they all chose to sit next to me, not the hubby, but they may have just been being respectful (one said she didn’t want to offend us by approaching us). Talking with them was fascinating.

Before we left, I read up on the “Stripper Etiquette” thread, and refreshed myself on some of Opal and Sue Duhnym’s notes. I even went to a Vegas website that discussed conduct and such. Sue’s comment about tipping the girls who’s up there dancing alone really stuck with us, and we were sure to tip every girl. There was no one at “sniffer’s row” for ages, so some didn’t even bother undressing.

Ah, I digress. Back to the converations.

**“Destiny” **has been doing this for 5 years. She doesn’t like it, and has taken all needed coursework to be a dental assistant. She still needs to take a certification test, but she doesn’t test well and is nervous about it. She says stripping is okay, but she doesn’t like putting up with the creepy guys.

"Coco" is an El Salvadorian immigrant with outrageously huge implants. She is very extroverted and talked our ear off about how much she loves sewing–she makes all her own costumes. She got into stripping, and apparently pornos, because her ex-hubby took off with her sister. It pissed her off, so this is how she gets back at him. She has 3 children, all Aries like her. She learned English from the kids in her village.

"Sativa." Ah, Sativa. She came to us and apologized for not chatting with us earlier, but she was so stoned she just forgot. Plus, she was “totally into” this Pot Activity Book (crosswords, word searches, etc. all about pot) and forgot. She’s 23, has been doing this 5 years, and will continue to do it for 7 more. She started as soon as she turned 18, while still in high school. She loves stripping, and apparently–getting high. She says one of the coolest things was a client that paid her $600 to go in the VIP room where he just wanted to do lines of coke. She could just watch, or join in. She joined in. “This is so cool! I’m getting paid, and I’m getting high!” Another client bought her a car, which was eventually impounded because she parked it illegally, never removed it, and doesn’t have the $$ to get it out of impound. I asked what she liked best about her job, and she said “Sometimes, when I’m dancing, and I’m really high, and the music is so great, and the girls are there…it’s just…FUCK!…aw, it’s beautiful!” (She’s also had former teachers come in–one was yucky, but another was “awesome” because she’d always lusted after himin high school.)

Sativa also told the story of a dancer hurling a chair at a girl dancing on stage because the girl was daring to dance to the other girl’s song. That had to be interesting.

These ladies all offered to give me a lap dance–Sativa said she totally would, because she could tell I was cool (“Women are more grabby than men! They’re horrible.”), but I blushingly declined, saying I hadn’t gotten that comfortable with that idea yet. (It still just gives me a creepy feeling thinking about a girl, or really anyone, being that Up Close and Grinding in my personal space.)

Other stories from this strip club:

  • For $325, you go to the back room. Not sure what goes on there, but a friend has gotten blowjobs (with a condom, and not to completion) at this place.

*On a previous visit, a guy was pulled up on the dance floor from the front row seat, and the dancer bumped, grinded, and otherwise was all over him–and even started taking off his pants.

I was just curious what others’ experiences are like, and I’m especially curious to hear from OpalCat and Sue Duhnym how typical these ladies’ stories are. How many girls, IYE, are heavily involved in drugs? How many are “Getting back” at an ex? How many hate what they do? How many love it? How many do drugs at the club? I’m sure it’s like any profession–there are nutballs and addicts everywhere–but these conversations (assuming they’re telling the truth) were fascinating and made me wonder.

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$325 for the “Back Room”? I hope they’re handing out Jen-u-wine Coo-ban See-gars and letting people drink from solid gold cups! Whooo-eeee! That’s 'spensive!

I used to hang at strip clubs a lot in my younger Navy days. One club in particular, I became so familliar that I usually came in the back way, and sat at the table where the girls hung out, when they weren’t dancing or chatting-up the kids just out of bootcamp. The guys coming out of bootcamp would drop a lot of pay on the girls, and gets loads of attention, but as soon as they ran dry, so did the attention. Often a guy would buy a pitcher of beer to drink with one of the girls. This was permitted, but the dancers were real careful about how much they drank: If they got drunk, they had to find a new club. They’d bring (many!) unfinished pitchers to the back table, where I got to drink for free. The trick was this: I didn’t ‘hit’ on the girls, I gave them all equal attention, and I handed out free foot rubs to the girls coming off the floor (doing this while not ‘hitting’ on them is hard!). Free beer, pleasant company, and no cover!

It was a good time, until I transfered.

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I went to a club to cheer on a friend of mine who, on her 31st birthday, made her debut as a dancer (I’ve known her since 2nd grade, and all I kept picturing as she was up there was her at age 7, on stage in her little Susie Snowflake costume for our Winter Concert :eek: ).

Anyway, there we were, about six women and two guys, wildly cheering for Mary as she nervously gyrated in her thong to Joni Mitchell’s A Case of You (“How green of her,” commented one of the male friends in attendance). Our experience was similar to yours in that our little cluster of tables was visited repeatedly by the dancers, who thought it was amazing that we were all there to support Mary. Most of their friends and family members were unaware that they danced for a living.

And, like the dancers you encountered, Ruffian, the ones I met were more than willing to share their stories (which were for the most part very interesting) and offer us lap dances. I think we were probably regarded as less threatening/gross than other patrons (I’m not saying that going to a strip club necessarily makes one a pervert, by any means, but from what I’ve since heard from Mary, some of their regulars are pretty depraved), since we were there just to whoop it up with girlie glee for Mary. Similarly, you may have been regarded as “safe” because you were there with your husband, strictly as a kicky little lark, and so were perhaps a refreshing break from their regular Grab-n-Grinds.

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I went to a strip club once years and years ago. The one on Century over by LAX. Anyway, a few of us from work decided to go check it out. Potential new dancers were “strutting their stuff”. There was a pattern: First they would dance clothed. Next they would dance topless. Finally they would dance nude.

One “contestant” was a dark-skinned Black woman. Things were okay for 2/3 of the set, but when she took her panties off she had a very white string hanging out. There she was, being all sexy, gyrating her crotch in front of some rail-hanger’s face… and her tampon string was hanging out.

The other dancers, who were now serving the non-alcoholic drinks to the people sitting on the bolted-down stools were whispering amongst themselves: “How embarassing!” “Do you think she knows?”

I don’t go to strip clubs. Why torment myself? But this is what happened when I did go.

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when in Vegas, be sure to avoid “Tender Trap” (Flamingo/Paradise I think) and “Larry’s Villa” (somewhere off Rancho)

total carnie freakshow! some of the ugliest people i have ever seen. wooden legs, scars, pimples and the occasional penis. my pals from So Cal would always want to go to strip clubs when they came to visit. we always ended up at strip-hell! oh well, what can you expect without a huge cover charge?

i used to hang out at the country bars (i ain’t no cowboy, and i hated the music) cause they always had the hottest cowgirls and a guy with a motorcycle could always score there! For the money you spend for crappy, overpriced drinks and tips for dancing lepers, you could get rode hard by a purdy little philly!

aw, those were the days, my friend!

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There was a lot of diversity at “my” club (the one I danced at the longest). There were some mothers who found this was the best money they could make. There were a LOT of college students. There were some druggies, but they tended to get fired. Most of the girls enjoyed the work at least for the money (as in they actually had a good time while they were working) but a few hated it. At “my” club there didn’t seem to be many man-haters, but at the club I worked at in Ft. Worth for a month it seemed like 60% of the dancers were lesbians or bi. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other in the dressing room and the house mother had to keep shooing them away from each other.

It always sort of freaks me out to hear stories like the one about the guy getting dragged onto the stage because I am used to much MUCH stricter laws and enforcement because of both the state and the club that I worked at. (though I’ve heard that the club has since gotten a little more…err…relaxed) but I know that such things are common elsewhere.

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The one time I went to a strip club was with my then-fiance during college…small-town bar just outside the college town. The dancer wasn’t very attractive, and she was distracted from her dancing by the baseball game on the bar TV. In fact, at one point she stopped dancing altogether to watch a particularly exciting play. Since no one else in the bar was paying any attention to her except my fiance and me, it didn’t really matter what she was doing. It all seemed so sad and drab that I’ve never been interested in going to one again

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I have never talked to a stripper, but I’ve been to a few strip clubs. I was intensely curious so my friend Tom took me to a bunch in New Orleans.

I was most intrigued by the women who didn’t have great bodies but didn’t seem to give a hoot. I tipped one and told her she had fabulous breasts (she did) even though you wouldn’t give her a second glance otherwise.

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I went to a club, there were various dancers, and one of them had absolutely enourmous breasts. They were the size of volleyballs. They may actually have been volleyballs, they were that fake. Anyway, everyone in the front row would set a tip on the stage, and the dancer would come by and lean down, take her breasts in her hands, and WHAM! slam them together around the man’s face. It was truly unusual.
A friend of mine was taken to a strip club by a female friend. She wanted to buy him a lap dance, and asked a dancer “How much for a lap dance?” The answer was “For you, no charge.”
I went to a club with my friend Dan. A dancer came out, walked around a bit (she didn’t dance at all, just walked) and then took Dan’s glasses and put them on her crotch, with one temple against her belly and the other along her buttcrack. Then she walked around for the rest of the song and returned the glasses. The scary perv next to Dan (Not me, the guy on the other side) leaned over and said something like “Oh, wow, you’re lucky, oh my god, ehehehehehe.” Dan was less pleased; he said “I didn’t have my glasses, so I couldn’t see. My glasses are bent. And now I gotta wear these things. Yuck!” (For the record, he found a washroom and rinsed them off)

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Me and a bunch of friends went to a high-class strip club - the type where they have ATM machines inside and shower booths for $60 - and my friend Skip did a hoodoo on his tabledancer. All he did was look her in the eyes. No whooping, no hollering, he just looked dreamily in her eyes. Later she was at the bar and he went to go talk to her. It was how he was able to pick up strippers before.

He came back a few minutes later and just said “A very disturbed lesbian.”

MY best story is this club that was called The Keg. It used to have some fairly decent looking women who went on to become show biz dancers, but they got replaced by biker chicks. Still, I had fun there, and one peroxide blonde-haired tatooed bitch on stage was doing a lot of sass talking to the audience during her dance.

I went up there with a dollar bill in my teeth. Kept my hands behind my back the entire time. She tongued the dollar out of my teeth, pushed my head between her legs, got out a knife, pulled out my boxers, and slashed them to shreds. When she finally let me go, I just shrugged and said “That’s all the money I had!” She got really pissed about that. The Keg closed down a year later when some coke pushers got busted in the parking lot.

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My boyfriend was engaged to a stripper. She was (is?) employed in one of the few clubs in the city that doesn’t offer legal lap dancing.

Apparently she used to come home crying all the time, but couldn’t really leave 'cause it was good money. And my boyfriend, from this experience, refuses to ever set foot in a strip club, he says he never has, and I don’t think he ever will.

As this is my only experience with strip clubs, I’m not very positive about them either.

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Which Doper was punched in the crotch by a stripper? Thats the funniest story.

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Ummm Opal may I ask which club in FW? Can you give me a hint?

I, uh, happen to be bi and that might be an interesting place to, observe… :slight_smile:

I used to hang out in strip clubs fairly often with my friends–we’d meet at our fav–several married couples and dating couples, my male buddy and me. We were pretty much regulars…

It was a high-class place, but I always liked it because, as a female, you get a BUNCH of attention from the men there…especially when you tipped…it was great for my then-pathetic ego. Ruffian’s observations were pretty accurate, one girl was working on her PhD in psych (really, I questioned her…) some obviously were on something (I think X was the drug of choice) and some were decent girls who just needed the money. However, it seemed like most of them DID have controling scumbag boyfriends…I don’t know if this is de rigeur or not…

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OpalCat says:

The “druggie” we talked to last night, Sativa, did mention she got fired from her last dancing place. Her explanation was vague, and she lamented having to be at the club we were at (“This place SUCKS!”).

kittenblue said:

We saw something similar last night. There were TV sets everywhere–most tuned to Spanish shows, but one (to our amusement) was set on Fox. So, we had naked chick dancing in front of The Simpsons, King of the Hill, etc. Very amusing.

Anyway, what with it being a very slow night, a few of the dancers weren’t really into the whole dancing part of the night. One bored-looking blond just kind of slinked from pole to pole, and actually did just stop occasionally to watch the TV sets. One bored chick.

Here’s the thing. I would like to see American cultural attitudes relax about sex. I’d like for it to be completely blase for anyone to go into a sex shop to buy toys (we did that too last night), and for it to in fact be a normal part of married/coupled life. Strip/dancing clubs could be a similar shared event. But…having gone last night, I just found myself feeling sad for a lot of the women. Coco was the only one who seemed to be enjoying herself (while sober).

When the hubby and I got home and started to play with our new toys, I found myself distracted by the stories the ladies had told. Not only was the strip club not arousing for me, it made it hard for me to get/stay aroused later. Huh.

I think I’m just being naive and idealist again. I’d like for these places to be healthier experiences with healthier performers and clientele, but at least thus far I’ve not really found it.

(I have to say the shove-the-crotch-in-the-face thing, which we saw at the first club we went to, was the most overall icky thing I’ve seen. The girl was practically in licking distance, and all I could think of was The Discovery Channel: “…And now the female will shove her genitals in the face of the male, while he sniffs with interest…” Feh!)

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That is so disgusting! :stuck_out_tongue:

We had “features” every once in a while… touring dancers who were famous for being in some magazine or porno videos… they would dance set shows at certain times for a week. We had this one once who was totally scary… not attractive at all, for one thing. She came out onstage in a hockey mask and clown wig and danced to “Psycho Killer” (like the song, hated the presentation). Then on another song, she took off one thong (she was wearing two, we didn’t allow nudity at our club) and then dipped it in some guy’s drink, then squeezed it out into her mouth. I almost threw up watching it. Then another time, she came out wearing a “skirt” made of lots of gauzy scarves… a nice idea! but they all had beads on them, and as she would take each one off, she would snap it like a towel at someone. She hit one of our bouncers in the arm and he said it hurt like hell. She hit a few customers in the face. People were ducking and dodging, and she was totally clueless.

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New Orleans Nights. Keep in mind this was many years ago–I make no guarantees as to the current staff’s sexuality LOL! And after re-reading my post it looks like I meant that lesbians/bisexuals are man-haters… that wasn’t my intent. I didn’t finish my thought, which was to say that “several of them really seemed to hate the men”.

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What does “did a hoodoo” mean?
Lots of guys just looked into my eyes when I danced… and I usually looked the guy straight in the eyes when I danced for them. It was quite amusing how you could play their emotions like a marionette by the looks you gave them with your eyes. (Keeping in mind that they were usually drunk). Twice I made guys cry just doing this.

Overall I’d say that if, after I lose weight, I still “have what it takes” looks-wise, I’d consider doing it again from time to time. Not even just because the money is good, but because it is fun.

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If I’m going to get through this at all, I’ll have to be brief with some. During my college days, I was an all-night cabdriver for a few years. During this time, my girlfriend got a job in a massage parlor, as the receptionist. Then her best friend from their little tiny East Texas hometown came to be her roommate and, after a brief and unspectacular career as a student, got a job as a masseuse in the same massage parlor. Then one of my best friends started dating, and then was living with, a dancer.

It was an enlightening period.

An interesting perspective was presented; as a hack, I was part of the stage crew for the show, just like the bouncers, bartenders and doormen. I got to know many of the points of light in the Constellation Sex Trade. But being in the position I was, they generally didn’t hustle me.

And they ran the gamut. The ringleader of my GF’s roommate’s crew was an MBA candidate at UT (I’m sure she finished up just fine), who, although I ever resisted giving her the satisfaction, never tired of trying to shock me. I think she liked to practice with me.

My good bud’s dancer has long since burned her bridges with him, and she passed the Bar exam here in Texas about 4 years ago. The roomie, when things finally got a little too crazy, found God on a streetcorner in Tyler, and went on to become a Kilgore Rangerette. I suspect a couple of the others were dead not long after I knew 'em. My former GF is now a physician in San Antonio (her brother and wife remain good friends).

Then I got out of college and entered corporate life. I found that the vendors’ reps preferred to spend their expense dollars at the likes of Caligula and Sugar’s. I revisited that world as a hustlee. Ah, I can live with it, I can live without it. I could say more but my legs are getting short.

So much for the gestalt. Here’s my weirdest night in a titty-bar.

The Doll House South was an OK titty-bar in south Austin, by then owned by a group of bikers. Come ~1985 (I think), it was slowly, but surely, going out of business (i.e., revenue not keeping up with “expenses”). The boys took a gamble.

Their established clientele were a few businessmen, some salesmen and the ever-rotating but reliable contingent of servicemen from the nearby Air Force base. They had to juice that.

So they got the great idea of having a band to draw in the college crowd. With my best friend’s GF, I went to see the only performance I’ve ever run across of a live band at a titty-bar.

The band was a later New Wave band with a heavily sexual theme (Dino and the Somebody’s - any Austinites recall?). While the standard fare of pole dances and the like ran us up to the event, when it came time for Dino et al to cut loose, I think it was new territory for everyone.

Dino wore a dildo on his nose, and had 3 or 4 gals in spikes and lingerie for a chorus. When they got going, they sounded OK. To me.

I don’t think “management” had really hashed out the demographics/security concerns. During the first song, we noticed some commotion over to the right, near the stage. This was three-tiered stadium seating, and we were up at the back. No big deal.

Then a few moments later, we saw some more activity, in the same area. This time we could clearly see a fight, broken up and subdued by the biker bouncers, with a few guests getting escorted to the door.

Not a minute later the same broke out on our left. This time we could see chairs flyin’. Again the Biker Rescue Squad put it down. But not before another eruption on the right.

Sheesh!

And the band, troupers that they were, played on.

Eventually my friend and I pulled a Pac-Man machine away from the wall far enough for us to put a couple of chairs to stand on behind it. From Fortress Pac-Man we watched as the whole first tier descended into all-out battle

And the band played on.

Finally the police showed up, and we were evacuated. Neither of us were damaged, so we just thought of it as a weird hoot. But it did resemble a battle scene aftermath outside, what with all the ambulances and police cars. Perhaps a gang thing? No, I think not - just a Stupid People Convention.

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Ahhh, Caligula. I have to say that was QUITE an experience. Though I really liked dancing up there with the big fish tank, those side stages were really small and hard to do anything on. The customers groped groped groped!! I had one try to suck my breast! I smacked him and demanded my money and didn’t finish the dance. I also saw dancers performing oral sex on each other in front of customers. I heard stories about all sorts of things. I saw girls doing coke in the dressing room, checking each other’s noses for traces. I had a girl offer to help me take off my boots at the end of the night (thigh high boots can be a bit tricky to remove) and then demand $5 for the service.

I would never dance in Houston again, based on my experiences there :::shudder::: Maybe I’m just too much of a prude.

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I had a blast at a strip club earlier this year. It was only the second club I’d ever been to. Went there with a group for my cousin’s 21st birthday. We were all buying lapdances for each other (manly as evil little jokes)

So someone buys me a lapdance and I get hauled off on stage. In this club, the customer tends to end up stripped to the waist… no matter what sex. So, as a female, I get stripped to the waist and beaten on the ass with my own belt on stage in front of family, friends and most of the county.

Hell, I figured that as long as I was going to be a spectacle, I was going to be a damn good spectacle. So I swing my ass around in the air in time with the music as she beats the hell outta me. The crowd roared! What a great time. :smiley:

(please, please, please don’t let my mother read this…)