Back in the early 90's there was a nightclub that had male strippers on Fridays. The strippers would work from 8pm until 11pm, then they would clear out all the tables and chairs which were on the dance floor, and after that open the club up as a regular nightclub. Prior to 11pm on Fridays, guys weren't allowed in. However, squirrel knew the DJ's and most of the bouncers...
It was normally a good club, and often got very crowded, so my group would sometimes get there before 11pm to avoid the lines. We usually went on Saturdays, but one time just a friend and I went Friday and we got there around 10pm. We were let in because of our connections and told to just hang back at the rear bar until 11pm. Well let me tell you, I had heard stories from girls who were friends who said this club was better than most along with some vague details, but even though they admitted to a lot, it turned out that they were holding back.
It wasn't a nude club so the strippers all wore see through pouch thongs (after stripping out of whatever ridiculous outfit they started in). By around 1015pm it seemed all the stage shows were over, and the strippers were just wandering around all the tables looking for dollars for table dances (yes, I said dollars...girls are so lucky). I was shocked at what I saw because it was nothing like the typical strip joint for guys. It was common for the strippers to rub their pouch clad junk in the girls faces, with many girls grabbing the pouches, squeezing, etc. This was surprising to me because of the blatant contact and the fact that it seemed almost every girl who got a dance was kissing the guys stuff through the pouch and grabbing them. But what was even more surprising was that about 1/2 of the girls getting dances were given pouch free views as the strippers pulled them down. By 1030 or so many of the strippers were hard, with their cocks often sticking out. By 1045 many of the women left with the strippers to the back rooms. By 11pm there was only a couple of strippers that hadn't disappeared with a patron.
So yeah, don't believe what the girls tell you about the strip club....
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