Discussion: best experiences or "real" interaction w/ pro-strippers in strip-clubs.

[bomba]

Like I'm sure most of the guys here (and maybe even a few of the gals?), I've been to my share of strip clubs over the years. I don't go very often (since that gets expensive fast!!), but when I do go - I always try to go when the club is especially empty - so I stand a better chance of talking with the strippers. And I don't really want to flirt with them, or have them flirt with me. I'd really rather have some kind of a real conversation with them, if at all possible. It always ends up being somewhat "flirty" (because that's usually their job), but the trick is to try to let down some of their guard, and let some of the "real" them shine through.

The best time to go is during the day (on weekdays), when everyone else is at work. Or else during big, local sporting events (Football especially), when most guys are at home watching the game. The clubs are usually quite empty that way.


One of the most interesting experiences I ever had with a stripper wasn't anywhere close to where I live -- but rather at a very, very small club along an interstate highway, a good 90-minutes drive from any major city (literally out in the middle of nowhere). The place obviously was there primarily for truckers, and other travelers along the highway. At any one time during daylight hours, there are usually only two or maybe three dancers there at any one time. (I've never been there at night, but I'm guessing they have more then.) And usually they're very "unprofessional" - as compared with big-city strippers. And in this particular "juice bar" - that dancers don't really show you all the goods ("downstairs" - if you know what I mean) very often, or only very briefly at most.

Well, this one time, there was a slightly plump ( ) - but very voluptuous dancer there. And just like all the other dancers I've seen there - she was really not showing all that much. Well, I'd been there a full hour, and really hadn't gotten all that much out of it (and I had been tipping pretty OK, like $5 per dancer per dance set, two songs per set). So I thought, what the hell -- and then 20 seconds into the plump gal's next "first song", I got out a big wad of $1 bills - and said to her that I really wanted to see some "honey" (as I called it), and I said it again to be sure she knew what I meant.

And at this point, perhaps I should also mention that this gal was clearly someone who -- though a little bored at this particular moment (since the place was dead) -- was someone who was clearly a very sexual person, who was pretty darn comfortable with her current choice of profession. And I say that, because I wouldn't have been so direct with a stripper who was clearly uncomfortable with herself, or the situation. I've seen some of those dancers too -- and I always tip them the same, but I always am ultra respectful, and don't even push to have them do any more than they want to.

ANYWAY, I've got a wad of about $10 in $1 bills in my hand, and I ask her to show me some honey, please. She says, OK, but it's gonna cost me. She says I can have all the honey I can stand for $20. So I figure, what the hell -- I could stay in that club for another two hours -- and spend $20 just on her (spread across 8 songs), and never see much more than a glimpse of what I was there to enjoy. SO, I got a $20 bill out and gave it to her -- and she immediately gave me the show of a lifetime (within the bounds of the laws of the particular state we were in ). And when the first song finished (remember, the $20 transaction went down within the first 30-seconds of her first song), she started to get up to leave -- and suddenly realized she had whole 'nother entire song to be out there for!!! So it was another 5 minutes of pure honey for me, and she gave me exactly what I wanted -- with more gusto than any stripper I've ever seen. More "real" gusto, I might add too -- as she gave me great eye contact the entire time, and really seemed to enjoy giving me a real show for a change.

After she was done, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and went back stage.

She came back out among the tables (I think I was like only one of three customers at the time), and she and I had the best conversation I've ever had with any stripper. I just laid it out all on the line for her -- like most guys, I love naked women -- and that's what I was there for. And I was especially glad she was there, since she was "all woman", with real curves, and not skinny as a rail. Plus, she wasn't shaved (though she was trimmed just a bit -- just for length though -- she had a REAL pubic triangle!!! ). She had more hair "down there", than I'd seen on any stripper in years!!

I wish I could remember more of the details of the conversation, but what I remember most was her being on stage for like 10 minutes, just for me, without all the fake "come-on" routine -- and with the cutest smile on her face the whole time.


Anyone else have any interesting, positive "stripper" stories or experiences to tell?? I'm particularly interested in the ones where maybe some of the "fake stripper act" was somehow put aside. Thanks!!

[r2mis]

There was one strip club that I visited about once every 3 months for a little while. It was a full nude strip club, with a raised rectangular stage in the middle, high enough so that if you sat in one of the chairs around it, you would rest your arms on the top of it. Of all the bizarre things, there was a smorgasbord off to the side. There's something incredibly decadent about chowing down while a girl on stage is gyrating pink in your direction...but anyway...

I was seated at the center area when the enthusiastic announcer announced that the following dancer was "Miss Bondage USA!" She came out, danced (for the record, nothing about her dance was "bondage") and left the stage. She later came out to tour the small crowd checking to see if anyone wanted a more "private" show.

Well, although I like the idea of talking to strippers, I find it pretty hard to do. What exactly do you *say* to a stripper? "Gee, your tits are swell", while it may be true, and both of you know that this is basically what you're thinking, really comes across as kind of stale in that atmosphere. Like, you know, she's might've heard that before. About 10,000 times. Usually, I can get women to talk by steering the conversation to...themselves. But Strippers are a problem, there, because a lot of them don't want to talk about themselves. Firstly, they may be worried that you're a stalker-guy, trying to find out enough about their personal life to track them down, and secondly, a lot of strippers who aren't perfectly comfortable with what they're doing build a sort of mental wall...this publicly naked woman is one persona, and real-life is another persona, and they aren't supposed to mix. And me talking about myself feels lame. So most of the time, I don't bother trying, even though it's also obvious that, a lot of the time, they're really bored and would welcome a real conversation.

However, this time was different. She was Miss Bondage USA, and I was genuinely curious about how one *becomes* Miss Bondage USA, and what one has to know to do it. ( Turns out that it requires a pretty intricate knowledge of knots and naughtiness...who'd a thunk? ;-) ) So she and I had a real conversation.

A couple of months later, a friend of mine was getting married, and it turned out that he had never been to a strip club...so I took him. This dancer comes out, does her dance numbers, and makes the rounds to pick up her tips. This woman was *very* comfortable with what she was doing, so she didn't bother to dress as she came around, and as she picked up the tips, she squatted down, knees wide apart for one last shot as she thanked each patron for the tips.

As she squatted in that position, as she looked up from the money she was picking up into my eyes to thank me, as the announcer announced "Let's give it up one more time for MISS BONDAGE USA!", she suddenly recognized me and with non-professional pleasure, she put her hand on my arm (a gesture that was somehow much more intimate than sticking this or that in my face), and said "Oh, HI! It's great to see you again! Let's chat later!" and she stood up and left.

I turned to say something to my friend, only to find his jaw on the ground, eyes bugged out all googly. :-) I just smiled at him, shrugged, and turned back to my drink, knowing that by the next day, I'd have a reputation among a certain group of shared friends that I couldn't've bought with a million dollars. :-)

[Someone]

My story is a bit shorter than everyone else, but I like telling it just the same. Once me and a buddy of mine went a really quite nice strip club in southern Florida, and began drinking and chilling near the center stage. We just gotten off a doozy of a job, had a nice wad of cash, and said, "What the hell?" After a little bit, a couple of the ladies come along and ask us if we'd like a couple of table/lap dances. See above quote. So my pal picks his girl, I pick my dark-haired lovely, and she proceeds to do her thing on my leg.

Here's where those of you who may be squimish should stop reading and move on to another post...


















Anyways, she's gyrating her crotch on my leg, and then suddenly stops and looks back at me with a look of absolute horror on her face. She jump up off me and moves around to my side and attempts to speak in my ear. At first I can't hear her over the music, so she repeats her message. I caught it that time : "I'm so sorry, but I JUST got my period and I'm pretty sure I've bled on you." Needless to say, I was a bit aghast. We (me and my bleeding stripper) head over to the bar and get a napkin. I press it against my pants leg, and, sure enough, blood. She tells me to wait a moment, and runs off.

By this time, my friend's dance is over and he comes over to find out what's up. Shortly after I explain things to him, my girl returns with a gentleman in a sharp, shiny suit. He introduces himself as the owner and manager of the club and begins to apologize profusely. Before I can say a word, my friend starts to yell at the guy, and then I follow that up with some good cop. By the time we were finished with the guy, we had free drinks the rest of the night, and we each had our own personal stripper! Amazing what you can get out of guys like that when you mention the word "lawsuit" really loudly. That was such a great night, I can't remember how it ended.

[mannone]

i'm engaged to one, thanks for buying me all my stuff guys

[hoppy]

Originally Posted by mannone

i'm engaged to one, thanks for buying me all my stuff guys

Too damn funny, but think about it. Aint dat the truth. I know a girl who used to be a stripper and have heard her talk about it often.

[skinnydipp]

blowjobs are routinely for sale in the local strip club here.