ASSC: Getting strippers attention without your wallet
kev...@postmark.net
some tips my friend
figured out when dealing with strippers:
Don't tip them.
Ask them some random opinion on something.
Ask them if they have a dollar. May I see it?
Do magic trick with dollar, get these off penguin magic, like the
floating dollar is good.
Ask them to let you keep it, they should know how hard being a
performing artist is.
Take the dollar, this changes how she views you completely.
Talk about ESP, Astrology, and supernatural BS. Pretend to be deep.
This works on about 75% of strippers. If club management is too
intrusive in one venue,
then switch to another.
admin
> Hey, guys I've spent some time in strip bars again. Thought I'd share
> some tips my friend
> figured out when dealing with strippers:
Snipperoooo..
> This works on about 75% of strippers. If club management is too
> intrusive in one venue,
> then switch to another.
So - the real question is - do you get laid by using these techniques.
That (or a blowjob) are really the only reason we're hanging out here.
Raymond E. Feist
wrote:
I had to laugh reading the stuff you snipped. Guys who don't tip are
"assholes" to every dancer I know. Their take: "If you can't afford a
pitcher of beer and $9 an hour to look at boobs, go to a sports bar
somewhere else."
I never understood why guys think it's a sport to beat a girl out of a
$1 tip. These girls are $40 (average base) + tip out + gas upside
down before they get their first dollar tip. I've seen good dancers
pull a whopping $25 for an 8 hour shift on a crappy night.
Best, R.E.F.
elvispr...@gmail.com
> some tips my friend figured out when dealing with strippers:
Get a new friend
> Ask them some random opinion on something.
Is "How do feel about me putting my finger in your ass" random enough?
> Ask them if they have a dollar. May I see it? Do magic trick with dollar
100% of the strippers will think the magic trick is creepy--or, (at the
very least) some lame old-guy put-on
> Talk about ESP, Astrology, and supernatural BS. Pretend to be deep.
Some of us don't have to pretend to be deep you insensitive clod.
> This works on about 75% of strippers.
Your data has been forwarded to the ASS-C Peer Review Board for
analysis.
:)
kev...@postmark.net
What you guys don't get is the girls are BORED.
They don't really like telling the same stories and hearin
the same BS all day and night.
Forget what they say about customers, you are not a customer
when you do this.
You are a performing artist who just happens to be in town.
Field test this stuff, I do it all the time.
I have not gotten laid yet, but my friend has met
one outside the club doing this and gotten a phone
# that works from another one.
Raymond E. Feist
<kev...@postmark.net> wrote:
> Dude, I'm telling you this shit works.
>
> What you guys don't get is the girls are BORED.
>
> They don't really like telling the same stories and hearin
> the same BS all day and night.
>
> Forget what they say about customers, you are not a customer
> when you do this.
>
> You are a performing artist who just happens to be in town.
>
> Field test this stuff, I do it all the time.
>
> I have not gotten laid yet, but my friend has met
> one outside the club doing this and gotten a phone
> # that works from another one.
>
"I haven't gotten laid yet," says it all.
I've talked to over 300 dancers over the last 5+ years, and I've heard
more stories about "dumbasses" being "cute" in the bar than you can
imagine. Coin tricks, card tricks, a guy who hands out candy, a guy
who made a deal out of giving a rose at the end of the night to his
"favorite," business cards with "call me," on the back, notes saying
"I'd rather take you to dinner than give you cash," when the girl is
hustling to pay her rent, every manner of idocy where a guy thinks he's
being original.
The girls are not "bored," they're WORKING. They're looking for MONEY.
This is their job. Listening to jerks and pretending they like them is
part of the job description. "Gee, I never knew ball bearing
manufacturing in Akron could be so fascinating. Let's get some dances,
then you can tell me more!" They're not in there looking for dates.
They have NO trouble meeting guys. You've got a better chance hooking
up with a stripper if you pull that shit meeting her by chance at a
(non-strip) club on a night she's not working. It'll probably work
better on non-strippers who might think it's cute.
And your buddy (who I take it has been doing this longer than you) got
a phone number and met another dancer outside the club? I've taken
strippers to Vegas, Hawaii, wine country, and hooked up with them in
Australia, New Zealand, and Europe. I had three in a hot tub at the
same time. Trust me when I say, if you don't have money, you have to do
more than be "cute" to get their attention. Now, if one falls in love
with you, because they do all kinds of weird stuff, then good for you.
But why not recognize they're there to work and pay them the buck?
It's disrespectful.
Best, R.E.F.
Steve W
news:150620061057199264%ray...@nospam.bittersea.com:
> I've talked to over 300 dancers over the last 5+ years, and I've heard
> more stories about "dumbasses" being "cute" in the bar than you can
> imagine. Coin tricks, card tricks, a guy who hands out candy
Mind you, I have made fudge and taken it to a couple of clubs, and on
other visits had dancers ask when I was going to bring in fudge again.
And had dancers offer to buy fudge if I would make some for them.
Of course, they already knew me, or else they might not have been willing
to risk eating the fudge.
Steve W.
pogo
news:Xns97E3C17BCFB4D...@216.196.97.136:
Yeah, dancers like guys who bring them little gifts, or
candy, or step across the street and bring them back a
Starbucks or whatever. Indeed, the ones who don't get
that sort of attention get jealous of those who do.
Assuming, of course, the guy doing it is a regular who
can be counted on to buy a few dances each time.
John
Raymond E. Feist
<igo...@ix.netcom.com> wrote:
That's the key. You're a "regular." Someone whom with they have
become familiar, and there's reasurrance there.
I've got ladies who will drop everything and run off with me to
whatever wild adventure I care to underwrite, but they've known me for
at least a couple of years.
Of course, it's now academic as I'm in a relationship that precludes me
doing that. But youv'e got to build trust first and foremost.
Best, R.E.F.
elvispr...@gmail.com
> Dude, I'm telling you this shit works.
Dude I'm telling you I could light myself on fire and get even more
attention. Heck some altruistic dancer (if such a thing exists) might
tackle me and roll me on the floor to put out the flames...FREE
CONTACT!
> What you guys don't get is the girls are BORED.
> They don't really like telling the same stories and hearin
> the same BS all day and night.
You don't think some lamer doesn't try some played-out parlor trick on
them every single night?
> Forget what they say about customers, you are not a customer
> when you do this.
Yeah, you've become the annoying guy who's standing between them and
them getting their boyfriend's Zildjians out of hock.
> You are a performing artist who just happens to be in town.
No you're a drifting carnie with a depression-era gimmick.
> Field test this stuff, I do it all the time.
Just what the clubs need, more losers on fool's errands.
ok, ep
Raymond E. Feist
<elvispr...@gmail.com> wrote:
Don't discourage him; it makes the rest of us look good.
Best, R.E.F.
BShiv...@gmail.com
american history and I like to give the girls pictures of presidents.
Gordon Phillips
admin <ad...@192.168.0.2> wrote:
> So - the real question is - do you get laid by using these techniques.
> That (or a blowjob) are really the only reason we're hanging out here.
Speak for yourself. I'm way past the age and time when I went into a strip club hoping to get lucky. Part of me likes to think I'm still 25, and hanging around with hot stripper chicks sometimes can make me feel like that. Plus, I like the eye candy. And, there isn't another place on the planet where a hot, young woman will put her thighs on your cheeks, and give you a "hug" for a measly dollar. Now, *that's* entertainment!
--
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Raymond E. Feist
<rfb49...@southlawn.net> wrote:
Yup. You go there for what it is, a personal experience that is at
least 50% fantasy.
However, once some of the girls get to know you, like you, and trust
you, amazing things can happen. Especially if you don't try anything
cute, don't hit on them, are honest about how you feel ("I'd love to
tug off your g-string with my teeth, but I'm a gentleman and can take
no for an answer," and "I'd rather have a good friendship than a bad
romance"), and are RESPECTFUIL no matter how batshit they're acting.
In the end the most amazing things that have happened to me were the
result of the girl getting a wild hair and deciding it was time to go
have some fun with me. That's how I wound up getting lucky over the
years, by not trying at all.
Best, R.E.F.
kev...@postmark.net
them with gifts.
It's just the opposite. The role we play is disinterested.
We never set at the stage, in fact we TURN our backs away from the
stage
and ignore them.
The girls spend 2+ hours with us where even guys giving $$ hand over
fist
get 1/3 of that.
They may be at work but they still want to have fun.
How can you guys be so sure this doesn't work without even
field testing it?
If one fo you is in St. Louis, I'll make you a deal:
Come out and watch in person. IF we get a girl to spend more than 1
hour longer
with us than *any* other customer you see, then you pay our cover.
If not, then you can come on here and tell everyone what a big fake I
AM.
DB Cooper
<kev...@postmark.net> wrote in message
news:1150506079.5...@i40g2000cwc.googlegroups.com...
> You guys still don't get it: This isn't about being cute or impressing
> them with gifts.
>
>
> It's just the opposite. The role we play is disinterested.
>
> We never set at the stage, in fact we TURN our backs away from the
> stage
> and ignore them.
Well shit, if you want them to know how disinterested you are, just
stay home. That'll show 'em.
> The girls spend 2+ hours with us where even guys giving $$ hand over
> fist
> get 1/3 of that.
>
>
> They may be at work but they still want to have fun.
But I'd rather hang out and have fun with them when they're not at work.
They're less stressed when they don't have to deal with disinterested
customers.
Raymond E. Feist
DB Cooper <cfi...@nospamhotmail.com> wrote:
> <kev...@postmark.net> wrote in message
> news:1150506079.5...@i40g2000cwc.googlegroups.com...
> > You guys still don't get it: This isn't about being cute or impressing
> > them with gifts.
> >
> >
> > It's just the opposite. The role we play is disinterested.
> >
> > We never set at the stage, in fact we TURN our backs away from the
> > stage
> > and ignore them.
>
> Well shit, if you want them to know how disinterested you are, just
> stay home. That'll show 'em.
>
A-yep. Because just about every dancer I know is too polite (or too
keenly aware of being an entertainner and not pissing off customers) to
say what every one of them is thinking: "If you're not watching,
asshole, what are you doing in a titty bar? There's a sports bar right
down the street where the drinks are cheaper."
>
> > The girls spend 2+ hours with us where even guys giving $$ hand over
> > fist
> > get 1/3 of that.
> >
> >
> > They may be at work but they still want to have fun.
>
> But I'd rather hang out and have fun with them when they're not at work.
> They're less stressed when they don't have to deal with disinterested
> customers.
>
A-yep again. And it's not just "disinterested" customers, it's any
customers. Another thing, what most guys don't get; a lot of dancers
turn into "Susie Shy" on a first date. They do not look, dress, or act
like they do in the club, automatically.
First time I had a stripper tell me she was bored and could I take her
to a club at the beach, I waited outside and when she walked out of the
club, it was "huh?" A goddess on stilts had walked into the dressing
room, and out of the club came a regular short girl with no makeup,
hair pulled back, jeans, hoodie, and tennies. Look far more like
your average college mall rat than a stripper. We had a nice evening,
but it was hardly "hot."
Best, R.E.F.
John Smith
E. Feist <ray...@nospam.bittersea.com> wrote:
>say what every one of them is thinking: "If you're not watching,
>asshole, what are you doing in a titty bar? There's a sports bar right
>down the street where the drinks are cheaper."
Usually that's the DJ's job.
Classic line from a DJ in Texas, "If you're looking and not tipping,
you're stealing. In here, that's a sex crime." Not related to our topic
of not watching, but still funny.
Raymond E. Feist
<jo...@riaa.org> wrote:
And true. A lot of guys like our friend up topic with the "good idea,"
do not get the fundamental truth: IT'S A FUCKING LOUSY JOB. The girls
have to put up with assholes every day, listen to insults, endure
sexual harrasment that would get men arrested/fired from their jobs any
place else on the planet, and have every kind of personal question put
to them as if they're being interrogated. They have to respond with a
smile, laugh, nod, or just walk off.
Since I began interviewing dancers for my TV project, I have seen: at
least a half-dozen drinks thrown into the faces of customers, a equal
number of slapped faces, a dozen or more times when a dancer was
yelling for a bouncer to toss a guy out, one beer bottle thrown at the
head of a major league asshole who sat at the center chair on the tip
rail and yelled insults at every girl who came out (she missed, and hit
the guy sitting next to him), and one knife wound (little pocket
knife--didn't do much damage but scared the hell out of the racist
asshole to told the dancer, "I never tip n***ers.") So imagine all the
shit going on when I'm not there, and all that was in ONE club over the
last five years.
Clowns who think they're being original or clever or cute just annoy
the hell out of the girls. And guys who don't tip are stealing. If
you're in a strip club, you want to look at naked women. If you're
looking at naked women, tip them!
Again, if you can't affored one pitcher of beer and $9 an hour, don't
go to a strip bar.
Best, R.E.F.
kev...@postmark.net
I see the dancers going round to go after guy. If the guy doesn't spend
$$$, they leave within 5 minutes (usually way less). Secondally, if a
guy
does spend $$$ within seconds they are bugging him for a lap dance. If
he
doesn't respond, they walk off.
Now, when we talk to them they stay. When they have to go dance, they
come back.
During all this time we are not giving them any $$$. In fact, we make
them give up tips
for our magic show.
The disinterest bit is easily covered. We tell them we are friends with
<owner|manager|etc> (we make sure he isn't there the night we arrive),
and he told us to
come check out his place. He is coming to our show at XYZ on Saturday.
Whats funny is one dancer will often bring over other dancers, which
generates interest in other women who are there with their gfs. By the
end of the night, we usually have many women around us.
If I were going to spend $$$, I'd spend it building an awesome ontrage,
not on dancers. All I need for dancers to want to spend time with me is
be different than the last 99 guys who walked in.
<
Raymond E. Feist wrote:
> In article <170620061002557518%jo...@riaa.org>, John Smith
> <jo...@riaa.org> wrote:
>
> > In article <170620060736062452%ray...@nospam.bittersea.com>, Raymond
> > E. Feist <ray...@nospam.bittersea.com> wrote:
> >
> > >say what every one of them is thinking: "If you're not watching,
> > >asshole, what are you doing in a titty bar? There's a sports bar right
> > >down the street where the drinks are cheaper."
> >
> > Usually that's the DJ's job.
> >
<owner|manager|etc> (we make sure he isn't there the night we arrive),
and he told us to
Raymond E. Feist
<kev...@postmark.net> wrote:
> Your theory doesn't hold up.
>
It's not a "theory." It's five years of serious reasearch on a book &
TV project. I've interviewed over 300 dancers (notes and taped), and
talked to over five hundred I've become friends with a dozen or so
over the last five years, and I've dated five, almost marrying one.
Your "theory" is based on what again?
Best, R.E.F.
admin
> If I were going to spend $$$, I'd spend it building an awesome ontrage,
Is an "awesome ontrage" something like a hard-on? IMWTK..
> not on dancers. All I need for dancers to want to spend time with me is
> be different than the last 99 guys who walked in.
They're there for the MONEY. It is a JOB and they're not interested in
becoming friend with or marrying you. Get over it..
You could have two heads and that might make you different from the last
99 guys who walked in - but the dancers could care less - until the two
headed guy started spending some $$.
Raymond E. Feist
wrote:
I think it's time to ignore the guy. He obviously has no clue and
thinks it's a social scene, not an entertainment.
Best, R.E.F.
Kinky Cowboy
<ray...@nospam.bittersea.com> wrote:
>In article <e76h1o$986$1...@news.monmouth.com>, admin <ad...@192.168.0.2>
>wrote:
>
>> kev...@postmark.net wrote:
>>
>>
>> > not on dancers. All I need for dancers to want to spend time with me is
>> > be different than the last 99 guys who walked in.
>>
>> They're there for the MONEY. It is a JOB and they're not interested in
>> becoming friend with or marrying you. Get over it..
>>
>
>
>I think it's time to ignore the guy. He obviously has no clue and
>thinks it's a social scene, not an entertainment.
>
We have the same problem over at londonstrip
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/londonstrip/
with Goatboy telling us ad nauseam what a hit he is with the girls.
He's never got blown/laid either
Kinky Cowboy*
*Batteries not included
May contain traces of nuts
Your milage may vary
Jethro
to watch naked women and/or get dances, rather than to sit and have banal
conversation with them? Can Kevin get dances with his parlor tricks? I
think it takes Jeffersons or better.
On 6/19/06 2:08 PM, in article
190620061109145460%ray...@nospam.bittersea.com, "Raymond E. Feist"
Raymond E. Feist
<us...@domain.com> wrote:
LOL.
There's a very old saying, which applies to the situation, really:
Those who know, don't tell; those who tell, don't know.
A guy sleeps with a dancer and shoots his mouth off . . . not a pretty
sight the next time he walks into the club.
Best, R.E.F.
Raymond E. Feist
<jcla...@bellsouth.net> wrote:
> Raymond, you've hit it on the head (no pun). Isn't the point of strip clubs
> to watch naked women and/or get dances, rather than to sit and have banal
> conversation with them? Can Kevin get dances with his parlor tricks? I
> think it takes Jeffersons or better.
>
Dead Presidents are the way.
Best, R.E.F.
Sai Baba
> A-yep. Because just about every dancer I know is too polite (or too
> keenly aware of being an entertainner and not pissing off customers) to
> say what every one of them is thinking: "If you're not watching,
> asshole, what are you doing in a titty bar? There's a sports bar right
> down the street where the drinks are cheaper."
Sai Baba-->
Huh? What exactly is so fascinating about that response, REF?
Picture yourself, if you will, a titty bar with several large flat TV
screens. On top of my head I can name 3 just in Denver alone: All Stars
(a strip club with sports bar theme, no less), PT's Gold club until
they remodeled and became Penthouse, and Cheerleaders. Now imagine
playoff time when local team is playing. What you get is competition...
sports vs titties. Whichever is more amusing wins customers' attention.
Now according to you those kind of strip clubs can't exist because
sports and tits don't mix? Have you ever seen any Budweiser commercial?
A good strip club manager knows that naked boobs alone won't keep guys
entertained for more than 15 minutes. Lots of amusement to go with
naked boobs will; amusement being defined as anything from drink
specials to sports on TV to BJs in the back booths. A lazy and/or
misunderstood dancer can never understand that. She is so self-absorbed
she thinks that guys paying attention to something else than her fake
boobs must be cheap or homos or both.
I am not saying that every dancer that understands this simple fact may
make that knucklehead you were responding to pay attention & tip -
according to him, he never tips so that's not an issue. All I am saying
is that the most fun clubs are the ones where the management encourages
competition of sorts... either dancer vs dancer (multiple stages) or
dancers vs sports on TV. The most boring ones were the ones where
competition was discouraged so that little princesses could "get along"
and get "equal opportunity" to snatch customers; no sports on TV,
single stage, heavily policed lap dance area, etc.
Raymond E. Feist
Baba <sai_...@lycos.com> wrote:
> REF-->
> > A-yep. Because just about every dancer I know is too polite (or too
> > keenly aware of being an entertainner and not pissing off customers) to
> > say what every one of them is thinking: "If you're not watching,
> > asshole, what are you doing in a titty bar? There's a sports bar right
> > down the street where the drinks are cheaper."
>
> Sai Baba-->
>
> Huh? What exactly is so fascinating about that response, REF?
>
> Picture yourself, if you will, a titty bar with several large flat TV
> screens. On top of my head I can name 3 just in Denver alone: All Stars
> (a strip club with sports bar theme, no less), PT's Gold club until
> they remodeled and became Penthouse, and Cheerleaders. Now imagine
> playoff time when local team is playing. What you get is competition...
> sports vs titties. Whichever is more amusing wins customers' attention.
> Now according to you those kind of strip clubs can't exist because
> sports and tits don't mix? Have you ever seen any Budweiser commercial?
Never said that. I used sports bar as an example. Go do the local
hotel bar, restaurant bar, neighborhood dive, etc. would serve the same
example. In other words, if you are in a strip club, you're looking at
women; if you're looking at women, tip them. If you're not looking at
women, why are you in a strip club?
>
> A good strip club manager knows that naked boobs alone won't keep guys
> entertained for more than 15 minutes. Lots of amusement to go with
> naked boobs will; amusement being defined as anything from drink
> specials to sports on TV to BJs in the back booths. A lazy and/or
> misunderstood dancer can never understand that. She is so self-absorbed
> she thinks that guys paying attention to something else than her fake
> boobs must be cheap or homos or both.
OK, you're introducing data that's not under discussion. This thread
started with the genius who had a game to play with dancers to beat
them out of their tips and somehow he thought it would also make him
irresitable to them. I am saying a dancer isn't being lazy or
self-absorbed when a guy is sitting watching her, then when she comes
by for her tip he gives her some bullshit about talking to his buds,
watching the game, or whatever, when she knows he's been watching. I
supose is you went to a club and spent the entire day at the bar with
your back to the stage, not watching in the mirror, that might justify
not tipping, but then I still want to know why the hell are you there
paying $9 per drink if you're not looking at women?
>
> I am not saying that every dancer that understands this simple fact may
> make that knucklehead you were responding to pay attention & tip -
> according to him, he never tips so that's not an issue. All I am saying
> is that the most fun clubs are the ones where the management encourages
> competition of sorts... either dancer vs dancer (multiple stages) or
> dancers vs sports on TV. The most boring ones were the ones where
> competition was discouraged so that little princesses could "get along"
> and get "equal opportunity" to snatch customers; no sports on TV,
> single stage, heavily policed lap dance area, etc.
What you say may in fact be true in specific instances. Trying to
dance while the Super Bowl is going on is pretty pointless.
However, that still doesn't take away from the basic thesis of my
position: if you can't afford a pitcher of beer and $9 each hour, don't
go to a strip club. If you're not there to watch the girls, head down
the street to one of the sports bars; the drinks are cheaper, no one is
trying to stand between you and the TV and no one is coming up to you
every seven minutes asking for a dollar.
Even dancers who I personally don't find attractive I tip. From my
point of view, it's a simple courtesy.
And I'll repeat what I said up thread: I don't get guys who think
beating a dancer out of one dollar is some sort of sport.
Beset, R.E.F.
Sai Baba
> > Picture yourself, if you will, a titty bar with several large flat TV
> > screens. On top of my head I can name 3 just in Denver alone: All Stars
> > (a strip club with sports bar theme, no less), PT's Gold club until
> > they remodeled and became Penthouse, and Cheerleaders. Now imagine
> > playoff time when local team is playing. What you get is competition...
> > sports vs titties. Whichever is more amusing wins customers' attention.
> > Now according to you those kind of strip clubs can't exist because
> > sports and tits don't mix? Have you ever seen any Budweiser commercial?
REF-->
> Never said that. I used sports bar as an example. Go do the local
> hotel bar, restaurant bar, neighborhood dive, etc. would serve the same
> example. In other words, if you are in a strip club, you're looking at
> women; if you're looking at women, tip them. If you're not looking at
> women, why are you in a strip club?
Sai Baba-->
Um, because I am easily distracted? There's a replay on TV that I just
have to see? Because I am not a drooling moron who has to stare at
naked women 100% of the time when he goes to a strip club? I don't
*have to* watch every woman that shakes her ass on stage. I don't *want
to* give every single one of them tip at stage. Only the ones that
*make* an effort to *get* my money out of my pocket get my tips. Just
showing up for work doesn't count as working, you know?
Sai Baba-->
> > A good strip club manager knows that naked boobs alone won't keep guys
> > entertained for more than 15 minutes. Lots of amusement to go with
> > naked boobs will; amusement being defined as anything from drink
> > specials to sports on TV to BJs in the back booths. A lazy and/or
> > misunderstood dancer can never understand that. She is so self-absorbed
> > she thinks that guys paying attention to something else than her fake
> > boobs must be cheap or homos or both.
REF-->
> OK, you're introducing data that's not under discussion. This thread
> started with the genius who had a game to play with dancers to beat
> them out of their tips and somehow he thought it would also make him
> irresitable to them.
Sai Baba-->
Actually, I was responding to your statement about absurdity of not
watching or tipping women when visiting a strip club. I don't watch
dancers that look or act bored. I don't tip them. Same for fuglies.
When they take stage, I watch TV. It takes *one* dancer on a shift to
make me stay and flash money. But, I may not tip or watch dancers until
I see what I like. If it takes a whole shift rotation to find a diamond
in the rough, so be it. It is not my fault I didn't tip anybody for 30
minutes; it's the damn manager's for hiring 30 dull cows and one perky
cutie.
REF-->
> I am saying a dancer isn't being lazy or
> self-absorbed when a guy is sitting watching her, then when she comes
> by for her tip he gives her some bullshit about talking to his buds,
> watching the game, or whatever, when she knows he's been watching.
Sai Baba-->
If I am sitting away from stage, she has no business coming up to me
asking me for stage tips. If I wanted to tip her for her effort, I
would have.
I have never in 12 years of clubbing seen a dancer come off stage and
go straight to tables away from stage singling out guys staring at her
while she was dancing and avoiding others that were watching TV or
doing whatever. They always go to every single table in the club asking
every single guy for a tip. That's not asking a cheapskate who oggled
her for reward. That's begging. If you are in the business of begging
for money, don't strip; get a cardboard and a sharpie and go to the
nearest major intersection.
REF-->
> ... but then I still want to know why the hell are you there
> paying $9 per drink if you're not looking at women?
Sai Baba-->
I have seen those guys and they are called "boyfriends". Don't tip,
don't drink, only watch one woman. I was never one, though.
REF-->
If you're not there to watch the girls, head down
> the street to one of the sports bars; the drinks are cheaper, no one is
> trying to stand between you and the TV and no one is coming up to you
> every seven minutes asking for a dollar.
Sai Baba-->
Asking for a dollar every seven minutes? What for? Jukebox? Stage tips?
You've been going to some horrible, horrible clubs down in San Diego,
REF.
REF-->
> Even dancers who I personally don't find attractive I tip. From my
> point of view, it's a simple courtesy.
Sai Baba-->
And I suppose you tip your mechanic and plumber out of courtesy, too -
even if they do a lousy job? Please don't say "but stripping is more
emotionally involved", etc. What you're doing by tipping fuglies is
encouraging them to keep stripping way past their prime instead of
finding an alternative carrier path more suitable for their looks and
demeanor.
REF-->
> And I'll repeat what I said up thread: I don't get guys who think
> beating a dancer out of one dollar is some sort of sport.
Sai Baba-->
He's an idiot, alright. What you are advocating though - tipping no
matter what, just because you're in a strip club - is not particularly
wise either.
Raymond E. Feist
Baba <sai_...@lycos.com> wrote:
> Sai Baba-->
> He's an idiot, alright. What you are advocating though - tipping no
> matter what, just because you're in a strip club - is not particularly
> wise either.
>
We will agree to disagree, then. Without turning this into the
philosophgy of strip clubs, the short answer from my point-of-view is
that I tip, simply because I know all to well what it is to not be
tipped.
And yes, if my plumber busts his ass for me, I tip. It's usually $20
at the end of the day, "Take your bubba and stop at the local watering
hole after work and have a couple on me," but it's a tip.
Best, R.E.F.
pogo
news:190620061841360754%ray...@nospam.bittersea.com:
> supose is you went to a club and spent the entire day at the bar with
> your back to the stage, not watching in the mirror, that might justify
> not tipping, but then I still want to know why the hell are you there
> paying $9 per drink if you're not looking at women?
I have actually seen guys do this, and for the life of me I can't
figure out why. I've even seen it in a club which did not have
a TV behind the bar.
> What you say may in fact be true in specific instances. Trying to
> dance while the Super Bowl is going on is pretty pointless.
They do this at the Cheetah in Ft Laud. I don't think it makes
the girls any money, but it's nice to having something to watch
while the ref's doing a replay challenge or some such interruption
of play (speaking of distractions, this past Super Bowl the
Cheetah had some TVs on satelite and some on cable, and there
was about 120 seconds difference between them - turn your head
and see the same play over again).
> Even dancers who I personally don't find attractive I tip. From my
> point of view, it's a simple courtesy.
I'm a little closer to Sai's point of view - if I'm not sitting
at the stage, I don't tip every dancer. If I'm sitting talking
with a dancer, I don't stage tip. But if I'm sitting by the
stage paying attention, I pay the tips too.
Incidently, I think the disconnect between what you & Sai are
saying is that you're talking about guys who go to strip clubs
with no real intention of looking at naked women, and he's
talking about guys who want to look at naked women, but don't
always see ones worth looking at.
John
Raymond E. Feist
<igo...@ix.netcom.com> wrote:
Perhaps. And I think you raise a point, i.e. the physical layout of
the club. In the clubs I habituate, the boundaries between "girls
looking for tips," and "girls don't go for tips" is pretty clear, and
if you're in the latter when a dancer invades that area it's fair to
say, "No thanks."
I'm speaking of guys sitting and watching, then cooking up BS reasons
not to tip.
As a customer, you do have the right to decide how you spend your
money; I'm just pointing out that clowns who go to clubs with no
intention of tiptting shouldn't be suprised when they discover that in
the dressing room they are refered to as "asshole."
Best, R.E.F.
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Ook! Ook! Ook!
Boyfriend Tricks" and "The Pianoman". If some GED-less single mother
who's off her meds doesn't bother putting on a decent show, I'm not
tipping her- but I'm not sitting at her stage, either. And if the
management can't put up some talent that's better than what I'd see on
the street, they don't deserve my money either. In either case, they
should take it as a clue to improve or try a different business.
Yes, they are working, but that means they have to be entertaining-
that's their half of the deal. I don't owe them a thing.
Like I've said in prior ASS-C posts, do you go into McDonald's and feel
obligated to but everything on the menu, too?
Do you walk into your attorney's office and pay every clerk, secretary,
para-legal, and attorney working there?
Do you walk into your financial planner's office and buy every
financial service they have, fromn SEP's to MSA's to Annuities?
Gordon Phillips
"Raymond E. Feist" <ray...@nospam.bittersea.com> wrote:
> As a customer, you do have the right to decide how you spend your
> money; I'm just pointing out that clowns who go to clubs with no
> intention of tiptting shouldn't be suprised when they discover that in
> the dressing room they are refered to as "asshole."
Sure, but the knife cuts both ways .. I can go through 40 bucks an hour just in dollar tips. The women see a guy who tips, and sometimes they pounce from every direction. I try not to spend more than twenty bucks on tips. When that's gone, I usually don't break another twenty. I believe I understand the girls' POV. I'm less sure they understand mine. I want a little control over how much money is spent, how fast I spend it, and who I spend it on. And, for the record, I seldom watch the stage show. The best action in a strip club is watching the girls lapping .. A better show and without the carrying charge ..
Raymond E. Feist
Ook! Ook! Ook! <mr.oo...@gmail.com> wrote:
> There's a point of sanity somehwere in between "Stupid Stripper
> Boyfriend Tricks" and "The Pianoman". If some GED-less single mother
> who's off her meds doesn't bother putting on a decent show, I'm not
> tipping her- but I'm not sitting at her stage, either. And if the
> management can't put up some talent that's better than what I'd see on
> the street, they don't deserve my money either. In either case, they
> should take it as a clue to improve or try a different business.
All valid points. If the girl isn't entertaining, then by all means
get away from the stage and if she follows you to the other end of the
bar simply say, "I REALLY wasn't watching. If I was watching, I would
tip." If management isn't providing the dancers that work for you, let
them know; I've had many discussions on that topic with the local
managers. And if you vote with your feet and find another watering
hole, that's an even clearer message.
>
> Yes, they are working, but that means they have to be entertaining-
> that's their half of the deal. I don't owe them a thing.
>
> Like I've said in prior ASS-C posts, do you go into McDonald's and feel
> obligated to but everything on the menu, too?
Inapt comparison. If you're at an open-mic comedy night at a local
bar, and there's a tip jar, do you not put in? If you stop and listen
to the guy playing guitar in the park, don't you toss a buck into his
case?
>
> Do you walk into your attorney's office and pay every clerk, secretary,
> para-legal, and attorney working there?
You bet. My $400 per hour pays for everything. I just don't get a
breakdown.
>
> Do you walk into your financial planner's office and buy every
> financial service they have, fromn SEP's to MSA's to Annuities?
>
Again, you're making pointless comparisons. I also don't fly to every
destination United goes, don't watch every single channel on my
satelite, listen to every station XM offers, etc.
But if I'm looking at naked ladies, I'm tipping naked ladies.
Best, R.E.F.
Raymond E. Feist
<rfb49...@southlawn.net> wrote:
> On Wed, 21 Jun 2006 06:46:01 GMT
> "Raymond E. Feist" <ray...@nospam.bittersea.com> wrote:
>
> > As a customer, you do have the right to decide how you spend your
> > money; I'm just pointing out that clowns who go to clubs with no
> > intention of tiptting shouldn't be suprised when they discover that in
> > the dressing room they are refered to as "asshole."
>
> Sure, but the knife cuts both ways .. I can go through 40 bucks an hour just
> in dollar tips.
Unless they're paying 1 minute songs, Gordon, I don't see how that's
possible, unless you're handing out more than a buck; the rule-of-thumb
is $9 per hour. Or I guess if you're sitting smack in the middle of
multiple stages, and all the girls on stages hit you at once. The
average song is 3 minutes, and girls do two. Factor in the change over
time and that works out between 8 and 9 girls in an hour.
> The women see a guy who tips, and sometimes they pounce from
> every direction.
I've only had one girl try to hit me for a tip when she wasn't on
stage, and it was a joke; she saw I was lost in conversation and just
walked up, pulled out her G-string and I absently stuck a doller in.
Which she gave back, laughing.
> I try not to spend more than twenty bucks on tips.
That'll get you about 2 hours without pissing anyone off in the clubs I
habit.
> When
> that's gone, I usually don't break another twenty. I believe I understand
> the girls' POV. I'm less sure they understand mine. I want a little control
> over how much money is spent, how fast I spend it, and who I spend it on.
Well, you're at the heart of the matter, because they really don't get
controll issues regarding a buck. Sure, if you're hanging out all
night, that can turn into fifty quickly, but from their point of view
they don't get it, and they don't care. Lately I've been telling them,
"It's not going to get good until gas prices come down. If a guy's
putting $150 a week into his pickup where last year it was $60, he's
not in here buying beer and getting dances."
Again, they're not there to make friends in the conventional sense.
They want you to feel frendly towards them, because regulas are what
pays the bills, but they're not there because they want to meet guys.
And we're not talking a level playing field in many respects. I'm a
sixty-year old successful writer/businessman, and some of these kids
are 22-year-olds high school dropouts, or C- students. They have their
wiles, but asking them to consider a proposition outside the scope of
their personal life experience is asking a bit much, especially if
they're invested in a certain outcome already. I can't tell you the
number of times I've listed to nonsense or idiocy and bit my tounge
from saying, "You can't really be thinking that," or "Does your brain
really work that way?"
In any event, if a customer is comfortable being thought of as a jerk,
it's academic, right? In my case I came to my attitude from two
sources, one I worked in the service industry while in college for a
while and parked cars--for tips. I did a wedding for a gal whos
daughter was marrying a Texas oil type's son, and parcked Caddies and
Lincolns, Benzs and a couple of Rollses, and ended up making a grand
total of $45 which I had to split with my brother. About the fifth
Texas asshole who said, "Sorry, son, got nothing smaller than a hundred
on me," I was ready to get a rifle and find a clocktower.
The other reason, obviously, is I had to build trust so I could get the
interviews without the bullshit. Over the years, the number of times
I've had a girl say, "Remember that thing I told you about the guy and
that situation back when? Well, that never happened. What really went
on was . . . " A few of my interviews have stetched out over a couple
of years, it seems.
> And, for the record, I seldom watch the stage show. The best action in a
> strip club is watching the girls lapping .. A better show and without the carrying charge ..
Hard to do in the clubs around here, now. Used to be Pacers (soon to
change to The Hustler Club of San Diego) had laps on the floor at your
table or against the wall, but now they've got booths, and it's
difficult to see into them.
Best, R.E.F.
John Smith
Baba <sai_...@lycos.com> wrote:
>Asking for a dollar every seven minutes? What for? Jukebox? Stage tips?
>You've been going to some horrible, horrible clubs down in San Diego,
Here in San Diego the girls go around to all the guys in the club and
ask for a tip, it's expected, just part of the culture. I don't like
it much because it does lead to girls dancing who shouldn't be naked,
even in private.
I started going to clubs in FL. There, if you saw a girl you liked you
would go up to the stage and tip (it seemed to be generally accepted
that guys sitting at the tip rail of the stage would tip every girl on
stage). Same in Dallas. In San Diego you tip every dancer. I try and
time my bathroom breaks for the truly scary ones.
Raymond E. Feist
<jo...@riaa.org> wrote:
Haven't hit Florida yet, but I find clubs around the country I've been
to are more like San Diego, insofar as if you're in the seating near
the stage, you get asked for tips.
Best, R.E.F.
Sai Baba
> Haven't hit Florida yet, but I find clubs around the country I've been
> to are more like San Diego, insofar as if you're in the seating near
> the stage, you get asked for tips.
>
Do tell, where are those clubs? I travel for business a lot and I want
to make sure to never set a foot in one because I hate clubs that treat
their customers like walking wallets.
The only one I saw that had anything remotely resembling what you're
talking about was old Chez Paree where tip bucket was passed around
after a dancer would finish her stage set. Every other strip club I've
been to had a simple rule: if sitting at tip rail, tip. Not sitting at
tip rail, even if it means at a table 5 feet away, means you aren't
expected to tip. If a club doesn't have tip rail, customers that do
want to tip walk up to the dancer and place a dollar on stage. None of
this "near stage"/"far away from stage" silly game.
> Best, R.E.F.
Raymond E. Feist
Baba <sai_...@lycos.com> wrote:
Off the top of my head, most of the clubs in California I've visited if
you're at a table near the stage, they come around. It was also my
experience in Portland, Denver, Dayton, Chicago, and Washington D.C.
Washington was interesting, because at one club, Camelot, they don't
(or didn't a few years back) have lap dances, so all the girls were
working for tips off the stage.
Best, R.E.F.
>
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pogo
news:210620061637209852%ray...@nospam.bittersea.com:
> The average song is 3 minutes, and girls do two. Factor in the
> change over time and that works out between 8 and 9 girls in an hour.
A lot of bigger clubs will put two girls on stage at a time.
When that happens you end up tipping every song, which burns
close to $20/hr, if you're doing $1 tips.
> I've only had one girl try to hit me for a tip when she wasn't on
> stage, and it was a joke; she saw I was lost in conversation and just
> walked up, pulled out her G-string and I absently stuck a doller in.
> Which she gave back, laughing.
There's a couple of clubs around here where sometimes girls will
do informal "mini-laps" and ask for a buck. As far as I know
management doesn't approve, but these aren't clubs with especially
competent management in the first place.
John
pogo
In Florida (at least, here at the southern end), this is a key
divider between "classy" clubs and not-so-classy clubs. In the
classy clubs, the girls get tipped when they're on stage, once
they're off the stage they're expected to sell dances if they
want money. In the less-classy clubs, the dancer will go to
everyone in the room once she gets off stage, and ask for a tip.
(hey, if you ever do hit S Fla, ping me & I'll buy you a beer)
John
Oz
get closer to the stage/dancer than 6 feet. That does not mean that
it doesn't happen, but most people that want to tip the dancer end up
throwing the folded money at the stage.
Most girls aren't interested in tips after their stages. They see the
stage as the ad and are working to sell $20 dances to the guy that was
drooling at them on stage, not at getting a buck from them.
Sai Baba
I can tell you right away that you couldn't have seen this in Denver,
that's for sure. Every club in Denver has multiple stages, so gals
descending upon customers after their stage sets would cause the club
to lose customers real fast. Besides, laps are of dubious value in
Denver clubs, so gals go to stage very often and make most of their
money from tips at rail. Denver men may be a lot of things, but stingy
at tip rail they aren't. So... strike Denver from the list.
Portland? I've been to only one club there, but I haven't seen what
you're talking about. Pehaps Ook could chime in and say a few words,
but he used to write about Portland strip clubs a lot and has never
mentioned it
Washington DC? I haven't seen it at Camelot, and I would surely
remember if they did it because my only visit was with a gorgeous
bisexual ex-stripper on a busy night, and we'd have welcomed a stripper
coming to us asking for a dollar. But, I *do* remember seeing it at
Archibald's on K street. So yeah, I've seen it at one club in DC.
Chicago? They have strip clubs in Chicago? There are but 3 sure things
in the strip club land: cut songs at Deja Vu clubs, overpriced extras
at O'Farrell and sucky clubs in Chicago. So if that's how they do it in
the Windy City, I am not surprised.
> Best, R.E.F.
> >
Sai Baba
pogo wrote:
> There's a couple of clubs around here where sometimes girls will
> do informal "mini-laps" and ask for a buck. As far as I know
> management doesn't approve, but these aren't clubs with especially
> competent management in the first place.
>
> John
Minilaps! Oh, the memories...
PT's outposts in Denver used to do that. They'd summon all the girls on
stage and let them lose for 3 songs. At first it was all bikini
minilaps, but when PT's chain both the old Mile High Saloon, they
opened a nude room upstairs and they'd occasionally do all nude $1
minilaps. Now those were the days... I am all smiles as I am typing
this. As a matter of fact, let's repost what I wrote about it back in
2003 (see the full thread at
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.sex.strip-clubs/browse_frm/thread/1617cfcb2c864198/c0baf27786ecd8bb?lnk=st&q=denver+minilaps+group%3Aalt.sex.strip-clubs+author%3Asai+author%3Ababa&rnum=1&hl=en)
:
-----
Sai Baba-->
Back when they first opened with this new "topless on the bottom,
bottomless on the top" format, PT's Gold had nude room upstairs right
above the main bar where you got your humongous Roling Rock mug. For
the reference, that's where their VIP is now. Anyhow, back when that
was the nude room, there was a round, one foot tall stage with chairs
and couches similar to what you saw in the current nude room, a bar
serving sodas and such, and a long narrow one foot tall stage with tip
rail and chairs against it. On a slow week night when only a few dozen
dancers were working a management would summon them all to the nude
room for a 3 song all nude dollar dance set. The sight of 20+ naked
dancers milling around in that small room climbing on our laps,
spreading their labias inches from our noses, playfully slapping each
other's tushies while we were hootin' and holering is... something I
miss very, very much.
That nude room also had 3 TVs at the bar and a huge projector screen
at the end of the room directly opposite from the round stage. I spent
many late afternoons/early evenings watching Avalanche playoff games
there. For the most part, I was the only customer upstairs, and even
then the DJ kept sending gals to nude room to dance on stage. They'd
come in, take off their clothes hoping somebody would sit at stage,
then give up and sit at the bar naked to watch the game with me.
During commercial breaks I'd sit at stage to tip them and get
minilaps. Sometimes minilap would get too good to go back to the bar
just yet... and that was no problem because I found a spot on the
couch from where I could tip, get mileage, and not miss a second of
the playoff action by watching the projector screen's reflection in
one of the many mirrors that room had. One day, a female bartender
(they always had female bartenders upstairs) decided that it's not
fair that she's the only female with clothes on in the whole room,
dropped them knickers down for the rest of the night and serve drinks
in nude. Every time Avalanche would score (and they scored a lot that
afternoon) DJ would announce shot specials and we'd run downstairs to
do shots, then head back upstairs. The. Good. Old. Days.
-----
See REF? That's how good management makes their girls make money and
keep the customers happy while a playoff game is going on on all TVs.
News Guy
<ray...@nospam.bittersea.com> wrote:
>Haven't hit Florida yet, but I find clubs around the country I've been
>to are more like San Diego, insofar as if you're in the seating near
>the stage, you get asked for tips.
You should visit Florida. Come to see a launch (or at least
the Kennedy Space Center) during the day and try the Lido Cabaret
in Cape Canaveral at night. The attitudes of many (maybe most)
of the women there spoiled me against other clubs. Of course,
the girls still like to be tipped by the people sitting at the
stage, but they don't necessarily *expect* it and I've never seen
one ask anyone for a tip off stage (except after doing a lap dance).
And if it isn't too busy, many will sit and chat for quite a while
and sometimes (but rarely) not even hit you up for a dance (and I
don't think they're even /allowed/ to beg for drinks). Oh, and the
drink & dance prices aren't insane, either.
To me, all other places I've been pale in comparison.
John Sauter
>The only one I saw that had anything remotely resembling what you're
>talking about was old Chez Paree where tip bucket was passed around
>after a dancer would finish her stage set. Every other strip club I've
>been to had a simple rule: if sitting at tip rail, tip. Not sitting at
>tip rail, even if it means at a table 5 feet away, means you aren't
>expected to tip. If a club doesn't have tip rail, customers that do
>want to tip walk up to the dancer and place a dollar on stage. None of
>this "near stage"/"far away from stage" silly game.
The one other club I have visited in which the dancer solicited tips
from the patrons after her dance was the New Yorker Club in Mosinee,
Wisconsin, just south of Wausau. I thought the Chez Paree was
classier because the dancer would have someone else pass the tip
bucket.
John Sauter (J_Sa...@Empire.Net)
pogo
news:4koo92hveh2omfcj7...@4ax.com:
> (and I
> don't think they're even /allowed/ to beg for drinks).
A reasonably well run club will ensure the waitress comes and
asks "if the lady needs a drink" fairly promptly. A very well
run club will ensure the waitress only does that once, if you
say no.
John
Steve W
news:220620061125199807%ray...@nospam.bittersea.com:
> Washington was interesting, because at one club, Camelot, they don't
> (or didn't a few years back) have lap dances, so all the girls were
> working for tips off the stage.
Washington, DC, law doesn't allow lap dancing. I don't think it's allowed
at all, but certainly not if the club has a liquor license.
Steve W.
Steve Valliere
>A reasonably well run club will ensure the waitress comes and
>asks "if the lady needs a drink" fairly promptly.
I don't think I've ever heard that phrase in the place. The
closest I can recall is something like, "Are you OK?" or, "Do
you need anything?" And, neither the waitresses nor the
bartenders are pests. Also, while they do offer champagne,
I've never heard it pushed -- except for a couple times hearing
the DJ mention it was available (usually near a holiday).
Oh, I've also noticed that the girls who don't (or can't yet)
drink often refuse because they get non-alcoholic stuff free
and would rather have you spend your money directly on them.
There's definitely something to be said for no drink quotas.
--
SteveV -- sva...@e-visions.com
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I went to my favorite club a week ago and sat at the stage just to see
who was working. One girl didn't come down to me fora tip (this stage
is high) and she stood dancing in place, clinging to the pole. I
resorted to waving my arms to get her attention. She finally came over
and said to me, "You looked like you wanted to be alone." I told her,
"You are the first dancer who has figured out why I go to clubs."
An old friend - for four years - was working. I said to her, when she
came over for her "dollar" - I usually tip from $1 to $100, depending
on the circumstances. The really big tips are only for dancers I'm
messing around with, OTC, and for the purpose of blowing minds. It's
that tip envy thing. Besides, I can't compete in the other envy
arenas. Ha!
"Thank God you're here! I said to her. And I had a bunch of gossip
about this other dancer we both know who just got out of jail. She
said that she would come sit with me as soon as she finished her drink
at another table. I found a corner table and commenced waiting for
her.
Another dancer came over and asked if she could sit with me. This
woman drinks like a fish and is over the hill in terms of looks - 35,
two kids. But I don't hold that against her, and i really didn't want
to sit there alone. Surprise, surprise! While we were sitting there
another dancer come to sit with this father and son at the table next
to us. Must have been one of those male bonding, rite of passage
things.
I've got to tell you this girl at the table next to us was BEAUTIFUL!
And worse - because of how things worked out - she was more interested
in me than her customers. They weren't getting dances or paying her
for her time. But the thing was, that, for a short time in March and
April, I was like a regular of her roommate. She was interested to know
what I thought about her , now, x-roommate. I told her that the girl
was kind of boring and wouldn't let me touch her very much, so I got
sick of trying. Plus that girl was narcissistic. big time!
This girl with the father/son was so pretty, she made my eyeballs ache!
But I couldn't get rid of the lush sitting with me. I even asked her
to leave. She said that she would leave but she wanted $100, because
she had been sitting with me for an hour. I had already given her $60
for her time and I bought this huge sampler platter for us. Worst of
all, my old friend had moved to another customer, thinking that I was
occupied with this drunk. I was occupied, but it was more like having
to clean dog shit off my shoe. And, by now, Miss America and had moved
on, and it was about 1:00AM and I was in a a major funk!
After an evening like that I might resort to that dollar trick thing.
But on the subject of the dollar thing, my advice is stay out of clubs.
QL
<snip>
>Sai Baba-->
>And I suppose you tip your mechanic and plumber out of courtesy, too -
>even if they do a lousy job? Please don't say "but stripping is more
>emotionally involved", etc. What you're doing by tipping fuglies is
>encouraging them to keep stripping way past their prime instead of
>finding an alternative carrier path more suitable for their looks and
>demeanor.
Funny, after my first year or so of clubbing, I began to almost
justify (well maybe not *justify*) hours spent there by playing a kind
of modern-day Mendel, encouraging favorable club genetics by ignoring
the heffers, along with lazy princesses. Was I actually sending
enough of a message by turning my back and watching fifteen minutes of
hockey? Or by outlandishly tipping the enthusiatic nubile hottie that
suspended disbelief on stage, and in the VIP? I liked to think so. I'd
never go up to the girl and tell her she was too fat or clueless to
dance, but I'd sure as hell starve her into seeking a more lucrative
gig.
As far as attention goes, life in strip-clubs is strange. I remember
my first visit to the Colorado Bar & Grill in Houston. Hardbodies
there that took my breath away, so many of them. But most walked
around the stage on a busy night like they shouldn't have to make the
effort. Lazy Princess syndrome. I sat near a stage made from a white
grand piano. I actually turned my chair to face another stage after a
drop-deap gorgeous bronzed hardbody strolled in circles for the first
song, ignoring anyone who came near to tip her. After her set, she
woudn't let me alone. She never asked why I wouldn't do a lap with
her, or why I refused her company, but I could see it bugged her. Was
she going to starve, with her looks? I doubt it. But by that time I
had had my fill of Lazy Princesses. And of course, there was my Mendel
thing...
QL
Gordon Phillips
"Raymond E. Feist" <ray...@nospam.bittersea.com> wrote:
> Sure, but the knife cuts both ways .. I can go through 40 bucks an hour just
> > in dollar tips.
>
> Unless they're paying 1 minute songs, Gordon, I don't see how that's
> possible, unless you're handing out more than a buck; the rule-of-thumb
> is $9 per hour. Or I guess if you're sitting smack in the middle of
> multiple stages, and all the girls on stages hit you at once. The
> average song is 3 minutes, and girls do two. Factor in the change over
> time and that works out between 8 and 9 girls in an hour.
Well, I'm terrible at keeping track of how much I spend. Like poker, "you never count your money till the lapping is done." But, when the lapping is done, I find I always spent more than I thought. So, the issue is accounting for discrepancies. I seldom forget who I spent money on and how much. So, I start with how much I walked in with, subtract what I have left, then what I spent on each girl, and the unaccounted for subtotal is enough to get a "OMG!" out of me many nights, because all that's left is my drinks, cover, and what I gave out a dollar at a time. In rare cases, I might have been so drunk I lost some, or gave a girl a twenty not a single.
Around here the girls pay attention to who tips and who doesn't. But, they don't pay attention to how much I've spent. So, if I want to walk out with anything, I have to .. This is simple economics on both our parts. I don't make enough to comfortably drop more than $200 at a time. I almost never spend more than $500. This isn't because I'm stingy, or a jerk. It's because it's all I can afford. Some girls understand this, because many of them around here make less than a hundred bucks a night. Most do not
Raymond E. Feist
<rfb49...@southlawn.net> wrote:
I have no argument with making sense of your money or time. My
original thesis is that if you just want to hang out and watch, and
don't get dances, consider the "meter's running" and bring $9 an hour
for the tips.
As soon as you start factoring in laps, buying drinks for girls, etc.
it can get off the hook very fast. As part of my research I
intentionally did some pretty stupid things (and was surprised to
discover I could be even more stupid than I thought I was going to be
when I started). When I went to get the Vegas experience, I dropped
over $10K in one night (though it was a bit of a set-up--I knew the
girl and she had asked me to loan her some money for a downpayment on a
car, so I cut her a deal and she took me into the VIP at Crazy Horse
Too in Vegas and worked me like a rented-mule).
When I'm just there to drink, chat, and not get crazy, I like to get
out of the bar for under $200 but that rarely happens.
Best, R.E.F.
m...@privacy.net
<ray...@nospam.bittersea.com> wrote:
>In article <1150728803....@y41g2000cwy.googlegroups.com>,
><kev...@postmark.net> wrote:
>
>> Your theory doesn't hold up.
>>
>
>It's not a "theory." It's five years of serious reasearch on a book &
>TV project. I've interviewed over 300 dancers (notes and taped), and
>talked to over five hundred I've become friends with a dozen or so
>over the last five years, and I've dated five, almost marrying one.
Is this a work in progress or can we see it? I've only recently started
reading here so you may have discussed all this before.
Raymond E. Feist
Hopefully you'll see it someday. It was originally my first
non-fiction book, and it franky was pretty bad. My agent talked me out
of continuing it--I may actually go and write it as fiction. However,
I'm getting ahead of myself. Through a long process it's morphed into
a TV pitch. I'm working with a production company in L.A. and we're
trying to sell the project. The working title is "Illusions," and it's
a dramatic series set in a strip club by that name, in the MIami area.
If it doesn't sell, I will have had some of the most expensive "fun"
you can have in a strip club. If it does sell, the time will be well
spent.
Best, R.E.F.
idleeric
idleeric --> You're still out there!
Here's another missing 80s club song (reminds me of Fantasia):
Red Rider
Lunatic Fringe
>From - As Far As Siam
Lunatic Fringe
I know you're out there
You're in hiding
And you hold your meetings
We can hear you coming
We know what you're after
We're wise to you this time
We won't let you kill the laughter
Lunatic Fringe
In the twilight's last gleaming
This is open season
But you won't get too far
We know you've got to blame someone
For your own confusion
But we're on guard this time
Against your final solution
We can hear you coming
(We can hear you coming)
No you're not going to win this time
We can hear the footsteps
(We can hear the footsteps)
Way out along the walkway
Lunatic Fringe
We know you're out there
But in these new dark ages
There will still be light
An eye for an eye
Well, before you go under
Can you feel the resistance
Can you feel the...thunder
©Tom Cochrane
The MTV vid:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo9qwibKFuY&search=lunatic%20fringe
DJ
wrote:
Alas, I missed the Fantasia by only a few months. Still, memories of
the run from Mississaga to Sarnia, then back thru St. Caths to Lundy's
Lane, then back up to WAGG for a night of R&R, all in the same
weekend, are pretty sweet. Still get the urge to do it all over again
once and a while - but after a few beers, it goes away. I'm much more
likely to roll across the bridge to ESL for a night of depravity, but
travel seldom takes me there these days. Still, there are a few things
I missed, like hooking up with your two Romanian fuck-buddies at the
Riverport. Good times, though. Good times.
QL
idleeric
idleeric --> The difference, now i'm away from Ontario & The Midwest &
near NYC & Boston, is the difference btwn the Mets, Yankees, Red Sox &
the Cardinals, Blue Jays & Tigers ... good teams all, but Fenway, Shea
& the Toilet Bowl are still worth a visit ... those newer stadiums
leave me cold.
The Riverport Tavern was my private Fenway, the Landing Strip in
Romulus MI was the House Catherine the Great Built ... and as for
Fantasia .... Ebbets Field in 1955.
QL
wrote:
Well, I'm pretty clueless about baseball - been glued to "the
beautiful game" lately. But hell, I'm even more clueless about pussy
as time passes, except that they keep getting younger, and that $$$ is
the Holy of Holies. As clubs are the extreme example, I haven't been
in one for over a year now. Butt, that doesn't mean that the right
club on the right night couldn't suspend my cynicism for a few
hours...
idleeric
QL -->
... hell, I'm even more clueless about pussy
> as time passes, except that they keep getting younger, and that $$$ is
> the Holy of Holies. As clubs are the extreme example, I haven't been
> in one for over a year now.
idleeric --> When I departed MI about 3 years ago, i left the clubs
behind, too. For about 2 years, i still had enough bizness there to
wind down that infrequent trips via/thru Niagara Falls meant pitstops @
Lundy's Lane (How many clueless lurkers think that's the name of a
club?). Since the MI excursions ended (along w/ the rise in gasoline $,
& the total collapse of the US $ -v- the CDN $) ... about a year ago
... no club visits, PERIOD.
Looks like we're even.
QL -->
Butt, that doesn't mean that the right
> club on the right night couldn't suspend my cynicism for a few
> hours...
idleeric --> Not cynicism.
Clubs are theater; theater demands a willing suspension of disbelief.
Bad clubs = bad theater. Yes, you can find good pussy in bad clubs, but
there a lot of other bad places that don't charge cover or ridiculous
drink prices. ... with cleaner bathrooms. In manhattan, ridiculous
prices are normal ... legit clubs charge metaridiculous prices.
No thanks.
... if i were that desparate, i'd order take-out ... online, outta
laziness.
It's not us ... it's the clubs. If Fantasia reopened I'd find plenty of
reasons (i.e. Red Sox -v- Blue Jays) to trek 8 hrs. to Toronto.
QL
wrote:
>QL -->
>
>Butt, that doesn't mean that the right
>> club on the right night couldn't suspend my cynicism for a few
>> hours...
>
>idleeric --> Not cynicism.
>
>Clubs are theater; theater demands a willing suspension of disbelief.
>Bad clubs = bad theater. Yes, you can find good pussy in bad clubs, but
>there a lot of other bad places that don't charge cover or ridiculous
>drink prices. ... with cleaner bathrooms. In manhattan, ridiculous
>prices are normal ... legit clubs charge metaridiculous prices.
>
>No thanks.
>
>... if i were that desparate, i'd order take-out ... online, outta
>laziness.
>
>It's not us ... it's the clubs. If Fantasia reopened I'd find plenty of
>reasons (i.e. Red Sox -v- Blue Jays) to trek 8 hrs. to Toronto.
For me, my cynicism *was* the inability to suspend disbelief, even in
the "good" clubs (TO, ESL). Once, it was all about the hunt, and much
less about the kill. Abruptly, after ten years of clubbing, all the
wanna dance lines, the music, the stage moves, even the laps, became
routine, predictable. It wasn't a matter of catching a peek at "that
man behind the curtain" - there was no curtain anymore. Every single
activiy in every club became an orchestrated scheme, finely tuned (or
sometimes not) to empty each wallet in the place with calculated
minimal return or effort. That's all I saw.
My best last memories were of the tiny, out-of-the-way clubs,
neighborhood places only the locals knew - dark, slightly rundown
hideaways with a handful of girls with no agendas or pretentiousness.
The Riverport was almost like that. You know what I mean. Clubs like
the Matador. Thanks to squid, it lives on as one of few last nights I
felt at home, at ease, in a club. It was comfortable, and a
hellofalotta fun. Even WAGG, my home-away-from-home didn't do that for
me anymore.
So, the clubs may have become bad theater, but I think for me, theater
*period* lost the potential to draw me in, to even anticipate that
suspension of disbelief. But I don't regret any of it. Not one second.
QL
idleeric
QL -->
> For me, my cynicism *was* the inability to suspend disbelief, even in
> the "good" clubs (TO, ESL). Once, it was all about the hunt, and much
> less about the kill. Abruptly, after ten years of clubbing, all the
> wanna dance lines, the music, the stage moves, even the laps, became
> routine, predictable. It wasn't a matter of catching a peek at "that
> man behind the curtain" - there was no curtain anymore. Every single
> activiy in every club became an orchestrated scheme, finely tuned (or
> sometimes not) to empty each wallet in the place with calculated
> minimal return or effort. That's all I saw.
idleeric -->
When art becomes commerce, formula enters the picture ... in classical
economics - "rationalisation" ... happens often ... in the music
business, raw '50s rock 'n' roll by the early 60s was tamed: enter the
British Invasion.
Haven't seen any British Invasion lately in the clubs?
Strip clubs are further subject to intense regulation, esp if they
serve alcohol. The strippers of course try to bend the "formula" to
gain competitive advantage, butt the tradeoff between sex appeal &
mileage gets predictable, too.
Fantasia & some of the early SF clubs were rogue, but being rogue gets
management in trouble ... easier to toe the line & cater to the sheep.
ESTL is rogue but how many rogue clubs are left there?
> My best last memories were of the tiny, out-of-the-way clubs,
> neighborhood places only the locals knew - dark, slightly rundown
> hideaways with a handful of girls with no agendas or pretentiousness.
> The Riverport was almost like that. You know what I mean. Clubs like
> the Matador. Thanks to squid, it lives on as one of few last nights I
> felt at home, at ease, in a club. It was comfortable, and a
> hellofalotta fun. Even WAGG, my home-away-from-home didn't do that for
> me anymore.
idleeric --> The likelihood of finding a rogue club in the Northeast is
nil, though while in Philadelphia lately, I've driven by some possible
candidates ... kept on driving by.
> So, the clubs may have become bad theater, but I think for me, theater
> *period* lost the potential to draw me in, to even anticipate that
> suspension of disbelief. But I don't regret any of it. Not one second.
>
> QL
idleeric -->
British Invasion was part of a zeitgeist shift ... "the Sixties"
The rise of the lapdance in the Nineties was a Big Thing; nowadays,
it's mainstream fodder for comedians ... "There's no sex in the
Champagne Room."
On a personal level, it's become ... predictable.
idleeric
idleeric wrote:
> idleeric -->
>
> British Invasion was part of a zeitgeist shift ... "the Sixties"
>
> The rise of the lapdance in the Nineties was a Big Thing; nowadays,
> it's mainstream fodder for comedians ... "There's no sex in the
> Champagne Room."
>
> On a personal level, it's become ... predictable.
can't resist:
Don't know why I'm even bothering.
(Predictable)
Yeah, that's the mood I'm in.
Go out for a walk then I come back in.
(Predictable)
Yeah, the mood that I'm in.
(Predictable)
Every day of my life
Can't even communicate with my wife
(Predictable)
That's the word of the year
(Predictable)
All I see, all I hear.
Go to my office, sit at my desk,
Predictably just like all of the rest.
I sit and I dream about far away places,
Away from the people with frowns on their faces.
All of my life is monotony
I'd go out for a walk but I know it would be
(Predictable)
Sure as the nose on my face
(Predictable)
Same for the whole human race
Once we (once we) had so many options
Once we (once we) had dignity and grace
Now we (now we) have got nothing but our own time to waste.
(Predictable)
Yeah, that's the word of the year
(Predictable)
All I see, all I hear
Why can't it be like never before?
(Predictable)
Yeah, ain't life a bore
(Predictable)
Life gets more and more...
Just like I've heard it all somewhere before.
(Predictable)
Sure as the nose on my face
(Predictable)
Same for the whole human race
One day (one day) it's gonna get better some way (some way)
I wish it would get worse any way (any way)
What can I lose, it might turn into something better.
It gets harder and harder the harder I try
(Predictable)
Feels like a good time to die
I kiss you hello then I kiss you good-bye
(Predictable)
Just like the stain on my tie
(Predictable)
Just like the jacket I wear
(Predictable)
The way that I'm combing my hair
Turn on the TV, just sit and stare
(Predictable)
There's nothing happening there
Yeah, that's the word of the year
(Predictable)
All I see, all I hear.
BShiv...@gmail.com
games and all that. It is mildly interesting that I understand the
games better than the girls do and that when they try to play me I can
sort of enjoy being a part of it, sort of in the role of another actor
on the same stage, saying my lines. Of course, the naive young thing
has no idea that I'm on the stage with her, and that's amusing too.
To pick up a few of the threads on this thread. I am pretty open to
giving a girl a dollar if she takes her clothes off. At Archibalds in
DC they come around for handshakes and thank yous after their set. You
can get away with a handshake but are expected to tip. Otherwise, I
tip at the stage/rail and not if I am away from the stage/rail, unless
I want a closer look. If someone asks me for a dollar, I usually give
it to her, but whatever.
I'm not that interested in just looking anymore. If a dancer is
particularly appealing to me, I might stare at her and have it affect
me. I guess I never had much interest in the gynecological aspect
either. I'm not that interested in the "hands off" kind of lap or
private dance anymore. I am however, willing to pay my money to enjoy
touching a lovely young woman's body. In those rare circumstances when
I can get her to touch me, that's just even better.
Here's an interesting phenomenon, which I thought of related to my gyn
comment. I have found that I like topless clubs sometimes, because the
show isn't all about the cooter. I mean, I prefer them to be nude, but
as soon as they drop their bottoms, they are all about the scootch. I
actually have a great time at Personality's in Clearwater, which is a
bikini bar. And it's doubly exciting when she gives you a flash of
nipple or cooter. Although their lap dances went from $10 to $15,
alas. Have you ever had the experience of being in a club, surrounded
by naked women and finding yourself staring at the bartender who's the
only one dressed in the club. Again - Archibalds in Dc.
Kinky Cowboy
<BShiv...@gmail.com> wrote:
>Have you ever had the experience of being in a club, surrounded
>by naked women and finding yourself staring at the bartender who's the
>only one dressed in the club.
It's one of the commonest experiences related on strip message boards.
Here in London, a lot of time is spent discussing the hot bar maids at
the Nag's Head in Whitechapel, and we used to have an underground club
where the bar was run by 2 incredibly hot Brasilian girls.
Now and again, one of the bar girls sees how much more money the
dancers are making and crosses the floor, whereupon her hotness drops
a few degrees. We're men, and we're programmed to be excited by
forbidden fruit - in the case of the strip clubs, the girls we're
allowed to see naked get boring, and the ones we never see naked are
exciting.
Kinky Cowboy*
*Batteries not included
May contain traces of nuts
Your milage may vary
QL
wrote:
Re the mainstream club scene, you have some good points. But I was
never mainstream. Never liked the clubs that would boast about the
visit of the current NBA superstud. In my case, I still think it's me,
not the clubs, even if a rogue club crosses my path. Well, maybe.
The first time I wandered into a club, I felt I belonged there. It
just felt right. Sure, there were naked girls and Johnnie Walker, but
it was something more. Still can't put my finger on it. There were
cheering blue-collars, and leering suits, but I gravitated to the
regulars, made friends with the bartender, and wanted *my* spot at the
bar or stage when the mood hit me. After a short time, my favorite
club became more familiar, more welcome, than my own living room,
something alluded to before here by others. It was naked girls,
escape, and in time, a behavior study - why was I different? Why did I
spend so much time mulling over the dynamics of strippers and
customers? Why did some come and go, and I usually stayed for hours?
Was I an addict, or a freak, or both?
Then I found this group in the late 90's. So, I *wasn't* the only one.
There were serious hobbyists (addicts?) out there, and the things they
posted here were the stuff of my own ruminations. It *was* about club
politics, stripper-shit, and of course mileage. The influence of the
assc Golden Age, only a few years prior, was palpable. Exploring the
archives via pre-Google Deja was an extraordinary epiphany -
from-the-gut truth, witty repartee, and *real* strip-club discussions
by literate (sometimes brillaint) "addicts" from strip-club meccas
from coast to coast. It was a time of wonder for me, and of
exploration.
Why did the paradigm shift coincide with my own disillusionment? Maybe
we were all from the same age, and saw the light together. Some claim
many took refuge in web forums, but web forums have always been havens
for those too clueless to appreciate or navigate usenet. AOL. Webtv.
Not a suitable refuge of those from the Golden Age. Maybe the Peter
Pan in all of us simply grew up. But I swore that would never happen.
Didn't see it coming. Damn.
In an age of increasing demand for instant gratification, maybe it's
just that. Lookers go for the instant buzz. Kiddies for the instant
cum. Glitz impresses. Glamour promises the impossible. "Getting laid
is the only reason we're here." Really? Speaks volumes.
Guess I saw those like me flirting with extinction. Now it's leering
suits blowing cash, or loudmouth punks with backwards ballcaps so
*sure* they'll get laid in the vip. No "addicts" any more. I watched
it happen for a while. Then chose extinction myself. I used to think
to myself, "If they only knew. If they only knew." They never will.
QL
QL
>Over time, I have lost interest in the theater and the bullshit and the
>games and all that. It is mildly interesting that I understand the
>games better than the girls do and that when they try to play me I can
>sort of enjoy being a part of it, sort of in the role of another actor
>on the same stage, saying my lines. Of course, the naive young thing
>has no idea that I'm on the stage with her, and that's amusing too.
<snip>
Well, it was interesting for me for a while - a short while. It became
irritating very quickly. I used to think to myself,"If she says (or
does) 'this or that', one more time, I'm fucking outa here." Soon
after that I started to run lines in my head that I thought would piss
them off, make fun of the stupid shit they parroted hour after hour.
Finally, I actually said what I was thinking. Sometimes even that went
over their heads. That really pissed me off. Of course, it wasn't
really their problem, it was mine.
But every now and then, when the stars were right, the right hottie
with the right line would just blow me away. It turned my cynicism
into wonder, suspended my disbelief for a night. In time, even that
became so rare that the thousands spent to find it were better spent
on more rewarding ventures - like almost anything. Still, I know what
you're saying. Hope it lasts for you.
QL
QL
<snip>
> Have you ever had the experience of being in a club, surrounded
>by naked women and finding yourself staring at the bartender who's the
>only one dressed in the club. Again - Archibalds in Dc.
Seductions, Lundy's Lane.
Dancers - skanky, butt-ugly.
Waitresses - frighteningly mouthwatering.
Go figure.
Sai Baba
>QL-->
> Why did the paradigm shift coincide with my own disillusionment? Maybe
> we were all from the same age, and saw the light together. Some claim
> many took refuge in web forums, but web forums have always been havens
> for those too clueless to appreciate or navigate usenet. AOL. Webtv.
> Not a suitable refuge of those from the Golden Age. Maybe the Peter
> Pan in all of us simply grew up. But I swore that would never happen.
> Didn't see it coming. Damn.
sai baba -->
I tried that "growing up" thing you speak about once. Did not satisfy.
It helps that clubs in Houston are just the right combination of glitz
& hardcore action to keep me interested. That, and there are so many of
them... it's hard to become jaded when there's so much variety out
there.
However.
I don't make friends with dancers anymore. They're too damn young and I
met too many already.
I need to start writing again.
DrD
DrD-->But where? I think most of us went looking for DougLee's place--you know,
the one with "flying", but, like Cibola or Atlantis, never to be found.
As for the rest of it, QL summed up my adventures better than I ever could have,
even though I was a willing participant in the "Golden Age". We all had our
living rooms, and there was this huge commons that we thought would last
forever, peopled by the strangest of the strange. Now, we occasionally lament
the loss of the Great Ones, but who recalls the loss of the strange and
wonderful Angry!, Dispater, JellyGuy, Dave's Friend or Rev. R2D2. John Cross
and Dr. Mazoola, *Ginger* and Murf, Laar and Rath, moresuo and Blue1133, Bishop
and ENGNR1. Where's the f*cking audience?
--
--
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Bill of Rights Enforcement
idleeric
QL (>) -->
> Re the mainstream club scene, you have some good points. But I was
> never mainstream. Never liked the clubs that would boast about the
> visit of the current NBA superstud. In my case, I still think it's me,
> not the clubs, even if a rogue club crosses my path. Well, maybe.
idleeric -->
MI didn't have any mainstream clubs, because it never had a club-going
mainstream base demographic large enough to support them. The airport
clubs (Playhouse, Landing Strip, the newer Flight Club, which is
essentially relocated Trumpps from 8 Mile Road) were hybrids ...
Landing Strip boasted of all its celebrity jock PLs, butt it always had
as many UAW types as road warriors in attendance. NYC is more the norm,
i suppose ... glitzy midtown Manhattan clubs heavily promoted w/
billboards on the Bruckner X-way nr the Triboro Bridge, outerborough
neighborhood clubs, & Notes from the Underground.
> The first time I wandered into a club, I felt I belonged there. It
> just felt right. Sure, there were naked girls and Johnnie Walker, but
> it was something more. Still can't put my finger on it. There were
> cheering blue-collars, and leering suits, but I gravitated to the
> regulars, made friends with the bartender, and wanted *my* spot at the
> bar or stage when the mood hit me. After a short time, my favorite
> club became more familiar, more welcome, than my own living room,
> something alluded to before here by others. It was naked girls,
> escape, and in time, a behavior study - why was I different? Why did I
> spend so much time mulling over the dynamics of strippers and
> customers? Why did some come and go, and I usually stayed for hours?
> Was I an addict, or a freak, or both?
idleeric -->
Curiousity/libido drove me to check out the hyped nude dancing scene
when i relocated to the Detroit area from then clubless N MI in the mid
80s ... Windsor for a short while (all look, no contact), then Sarnia,
which at one time had 5 functioning clubs!
Settled into the QL mode in Sarnia, then discovered Trumpps & The
Landing Strip & thereafter the Playhouse in 1993-4 ... a level of
excitement, debauched revelry, novelty & raunchiness that abruptly
ended in 1996, due to political repression. Stunning lookers (i.e.
Karen McDougal, future Playmate of the Year), excellent mileage, lots
of bright uninhibited college dancers (i.e. CTG) ... where did it all
go?
Fantasia (TO) was hot for a few years thereafter... mileage off the
charts, but nothing since has cum close.
> Then I found this group in the late 90's. So, I *wasn't* the only one.
> There were serious hobbyists (addicts?) out there, and the things they
> posted here were the stuff of my own ruminations. It *was* about club
> politics, stripper-shit, and of course mileage. The influence of the
> assc Golden Age, only a few years prior, was palpable. Exploring the
> archives via pre-Google Deja was an extraordinary epiphany -
> from-the-gut truth, witty repartee, and *real* strip-club discussions
> by literate (sometimes brillaint) "addicts" from strip-club meccas
> from coast to coast. It was a time of wonder for me, and of
> exploration.
idleeric -->
There's only so much you can say about clubs/strippers before the
tales/insights/reports get repetitious & tedious ... you can either
write well (i.e. Basement Child) or banal (the red state contingent,
Squid excepted) ... but it's all been Written in the Book far better in
the 90s.
> Why did the paradigm shift coincide with my own disillusionment? Maybe
> we were all from the same age, and saw the light together. Some claim
> many took refuge in web forums, but web forums have always been havens
> for those too clueless to appreciate or navigate usenet. AOL. Webtv.
> Not a suitable refuge of those from the Golden Age. Maybe the Peter
> Pan in all of us simply grew up. But I swore that would never happen.
> Didn't see it coming. Damn.
idleeric -->
Other distractions ... the blogs, for example. The blog format would be
great for ASSC had it existed back then ... moderation to keep the
lunatic pest-trolls like pigfucker/ the Mad Hungarian out, essays w/
commentary, etc. ... but today?
> In an age of increasing demand for instant gratification, maybe it's
> just that. Lookers go for the instant buzz. Kiddies for the instant
> cum. Glitz impresses. Glamour promises the impossible. "Getting laid
> is the only reason we're here." Really? Speaks volumes.
>
> Guess I saw those like me flirting with extinction. Now it's leering
> suits blowing cash, or loudmouth punks with backwards ballcaps so
> *sure* they'll get laid in the vip. No "addicts" any more. I watched
> it happen for a while. Then chose extinction myself. I used to think
> to myself, "If they only knew. If they only knew." They never will.
idleeric --> They were there back then ... but there was sooo much more
... or so it seems.
idleeric
> DrD-->But where? I think most of us went looking for DougLee's place--you know,
> the one with "flying", but, like Cibola or Atlantis, never to be found.
>
> As for the rest of it, QL summed up my adventures better than I ever could have,
> even though I was a willing participant in the "Golden Age". We all had our
> living rooms, and there was this huge commons that we thought would last
> forever, peopled by the strangest of the strange. Now, we occasionally lament
> the loss of the Great Ones, but who recalls the loss of the strange and
> wonderful Angry!, Dispater, JellyGuy, Dave's Friend or Rev. R2D2. John Cross
> and Dr. Mazoola, *Ginger* and Murf, Laar and Rath, moresuo and Blue1133, Bishop
> and ENGNR1. Where's the f*cking audience?
idleeric -->
Thanks for your memory, dud ... now that you mentioned them, i have to
wonder how many other characters have slipped into the Black Hole.
... Google sucks.
Sai Baba
DrD wrote:
> >>QL-->
> >> Why did the paradigm shift coincide with my own disillusionment? Maybe
> >> we were all from the same age, and saw the light together. Some claim
> >> many took refuge in web forums, but web forums have always been havens
> >> for those too clueless to appreciate or navigate usenet. AOL. Webtv.
> >> Not a suitable refuge of those from the Golden Age. Maybe the Peter
> >> Pan in all of us simply grew up. But I swore that would never happen.
> >> Didn't see it coming. Damn.
> >
> >sai baba -->
> >
> >I tried that "growing up" thing you speak about once. Did not satisfy.
> >It helps that clubs in Houston are just the right combination of glitz
> >& hardcore action to keep me interested. That, and there are so many of
> >them... it's hard to become jaded when there's so much variety out
> >there.
> >
> >However.
> >
> >I don't make friends with dancers anymore. They're too damn young and I
> >met too many already.
> >
> >I need to start writing again.
> >
>
> DrD-->But where? I think most of us went looking for DougLee's place--you know,
> the one with "flying", but, like Cibola or Atlantis, never to be found.
sai baba-->
Oh, right here. This is where it all started. As to the audience... see
this thread?
QL
Also gone but not forgotten - ErisianKnight (my road-worthy
SCompanion), Spare Dude, Seldom Scene, MrParallax, SirBob, SamKool...
I'm sure there are others - but how many still lurk? e.g. surprise
visits by Laar, DF, Murf, and recently Seldom.
What the group hasn't seen in ages is a dancer post. Where have *they*
gone? Do we need a Kiko Wu to liven things up again?
QL
QL
I agree.
They're too damn young.
I met too many already.
You need to start writing again.
QL
QL
wrote:
<snip>
>> Why did the paradigm shift coincide with my own disillusionment? Maybe
>> we were all from the same age, and saw the light together. Some claim
>> many took refuge in web forums, but web forums have always been havens
>> for those too clueless to appreciate or navigate usenet. AOL. Webtv.
>> Not a suitable refuge of those from the Golden Age. Maybe the Peter
>> Pan in all of us simply grew up. But I swore that would never happen.
>> Didn't see it coming. Damn.
>
>idleeric -->
>
>Other distractions ... the blogs, for example. The blog format would be
>great for ASSC had it existed back then ... moderation to keep the
>lunatic pest-trolls like pigfucker/ the Mad Hungarian out, essays w/
>commentary, etc. ... but today?
No moderation. Ever. Way too much "moderation" these days for my
taste. I'm no fan of PF and his ilk. He's why I left for a while.
Until I decided to KF him. Have others left because of the political
trolling? Probably. But a little anarchy can sometimes be a good
thing. It's why I still love usenet. Free speech should remain just
that here, free. If everyone agrees about everything, what's left to
discuss? Which is what this used to be - a discussion group about
strip-clubs. Neither you nor I can stop them from standing on the
corner and shouting political or religious rantings. You can try, rage
against them, lose your voice trying, but in the end, crusading
against zealots and fanatics is futile. It's what they want. But we
can come inside, close the door, and hang out for a while each day.
Rational discussion sets an example - are there others like us
lurking, future Great Ones, peeking in the windows, looking for a home
like we once did? Do we have a responsibilty to pass the baton if
we're done? To others who might make this place at least a little like
it was, way back when?
That might be pretty cool.
QL
pogo
news:f969a21r615c57qg8...@4ax.com:
Yeah, seen that exact combination down here in some of the
divier clubs too. Then the game becomes, can the waitress be
talked out of her shirt for a reasonable tip.
John
jonfr...@yahoo.com
QL wrote:
. Maybe the Peter
> Pan in all of us simply grew up.
>
That may be a mercy. I'm starting to understand that sometimes Peter
Pan never grows up - he (I) just grow old.There's some kind of inverse
Dorian Grey thing going on here. On the inside - the psychic inside -
young, hung, and full of cum. On the outside - the corporeal bit - not
so much. I can still boogie, but opportunity meets inspiration much
less often than in the past.
The thought of being desensitized to pussy in any manner is a moral
outrage, but somehow, all current experience seems to be measured
against the peak rushes of the past, not the far more common
disappointments. Thus, expectations have been dialed down in both
quality and quantity.
Then again, sometimes a toothless dog catches the car.
Sai Baba
sai baba-->
Finally, a voice of reason. That's how it's done - when the life gives
you lemons, make a fucken lemonade already
I spent my formative years in strip club wasteland that Denver is doing
just that, and it pains me to no end to hear all this bitching how
dancers aren't pretty or slutty or seductive enough because George Bush
or the economy srewed it all up for our Elder ASSC Statesmen. And don't
even start me on the Peter Pan alegory... it's about pussy, stupid. You
either hunt it down like healthy men have been doing since the
beginning of the time, or just squat down next time you need to go pee.
There's no middle road to take here, fellas.
idleeric
> sai baba-->
>
> Finally, a voice of reason. That's how it's done - when the life gives
> you lemons, make a fucken lemonade already
>
> I spent my formative years in strip club wasteland that Denver is doing
> just that, and it pains me to no end to hear all this bitching how
> dancers aren't pretty or slutty or seductive enough because George Bush
> or the economy srewed it all up for our Elder ASSC Statesmen. And don't
> even start me on the Peter Pan alegory... it's about pussy, stupid. You
> either hunt it down like healthy men have been doing since the
> beginning of the time, or just squat down next time you need to go pee.
> There's no middle road to take here, fellas.
idleeric -->
Politicians via L.E. can't get to dancers directly ... too many: like
herding mice, but they can get to *clubs*. ... and they have - very
effectively in *many* metro areas ... three cheers for Houston, but
Detroit was *never* the same after 1996 (note the date).
Guiliani in NYC ... etc, etc.
You may find it fun trying to cage dancers in an overpriced, airdance
palace, or mixing it up w/ toothless skanks in Pigfuckerville, but the
good *clubs* I remember from the newsgroup 10 years ago aren't so good
any more ... if they're still in business ... and where are all the
great new ones you've discovered in the past 6 years?
The plummeting $ has made a huge difference in Ontario ... all happened
under the Chimp's watch ... oh yeah, it was 9/11, right?
Hunting down pussy in a crappy club is a waste of time.
QL
I'm just saying that for me, it wasn't *totally* about pussy, or I'd
have just paid a hooker for some extra variety. It was about the club
experience, the zen of SCing, if you will.
Pussy is still pussy, but I don't have to squat to realize that
spending thousands in strip-clubs, listening to the same old
stripper-shit night after night, isn't the most efficient way to pop
my cork. For me, this is personal - it has nothing to do with Bush or
politics or the economy. Although sometimes I *want* that same
addiction, it just isn't there.
The Peter Pan allegory may or may not apply to all, but age is
inevitable, and has something to do with this, again, for me. Tastes
change, tolerance for insipid stripper-chatter declines, and the
return for my dollar is more satisfying when the dollar's spent on
other things - family, travel, and damn good food and drink. When you
look in the mirror while you're lapping, and the girl's riding her
father (or grandfather, for christ sake), the mirror's trying to tell
you something. And it ain't pretty.
QL
Raymond E. Feist
<quantu...@hotmail.com> wrote:
Yup. I spent the first two years or so on my project interviewing
dancers, but I wached customers all the time, too, then started
intervewing them after that. This is a gross generalization, but
customers in clubs break down into roughly four groups: guys who just
wander in from time to time to look at babes; guys who come in for a
personal agenda (want to get laid and think dancers might be easy, are
generally pissed off at women and want to play games; want to show a
woman who's in charge; etc.); guys for whom that particular club is
their "Cheers," and they go because they feel part of a community; guys
who are in the culture, e.g. boyfriends, dealers, sugar-daddies,
friends of bouncers, managers, and dancers, etc. The lines can blur
along the way, with a guy who's a friend (and gets invited out to after
hours stuff) but who also has an agenda for one example.
For some it's just entertainment; for others, it's a lifestyle.
But one pretty common thread I found over and over was that it wasn't
just about pussy; it was for many guys about a sense of intimacy. In
general (and again there are many exceptions) the guys who were "just
bout pussy" tended to be hostile towards dancers, even if they wanted
to get clost to them, while the guys who were starved for intimacy were
the ones who tended to over-glamorize/idealize them. Most guys fell
into the middle somewhere. I've dated dancers, four to be exact, and
had friendships with many more. Among the most complex experiences in
relationships in my life, it also taught me a lot about myself, for
which I was grateful, despite the skin I left on the asphalt. I wish
I'd known some of this stuff thirty years ago; it would have saved me a
hell of a lot of wear and tear.
>
> Pussy is still pussy, but I don't have to squat to realize that
> spending thousands in strip-clubs, listening to the same old
> stripper-shit night after night, isn't the most efficient way to pop
> my cork. For me, this is personal - it has nothing to do with Bush or
> politics or the economy. Although sometimes I *want* that same
> addiction, it just isn't there.
Amen. I get action--not a lot by some standards--but more than most of
the customers in clubs get from dancers. And every time it's their
idea, not mine. A lot can be said for being avaiable and well liked by
a horny young woman who just wants some cock and is looking around the
room for the least objectional guy to take home. The hard part is
geniuinely not caring until it happens.
>
> The Peter Pan allegory may or may not apply to all, but age is
> inevitable, and has something to do with this, again, for me. Tastes
> change, tolerance for insipid stripper-chatter declines, and the
> return for my dollar is more satisfying when the dollar's spent on
> other things - family, travel, and damn good food and drink. When you
> look in the mirror while you're lapping, and the girl's riding her
> father (or grandfather, for christ sake), the mirror's trying to tell
> you something. And it ain't pretty.
I really do get tired of the scene, but I rarely get tired of the
women. I go through cycles where I'm in the club three or four times a
week, then for a few weeks I'm not, but during those weeks, I tend to
be taking dancers out two or three times. Peter Pan? I don't know,
but I do know over the last five years I've spent more time with more
good looking women than over any othe five years in my life. Happy
well adjusted young women? Hardly, but if you're just looking for good
times, they are hard to beat.
Best, R.E.F.
QL
>
>QL wrote:
>. Maybe the Peter
>> Pan in all of us simply grew up.
>>
>> QL
>
>
>
>
>That may be a mercy. I'm starting to understand that sometimes Peter
>Pan never grows up - he (I) just grow old.There's some kind of inverse
>Dorian Grey thing going on here. On the inside - the psychic inside -
>young, hung, and full of cum. On the outside - the corporeal bit - not
>so much. I can still boogie, but opportunity meets inspiration much
>less often than in the past.
That's exactly how it starts - eventually the "psychic inside" gets
the message. Wait a few more years. Not to say it dies completely, but
it listens to the voice of reason (practicality?) more readily.
>The thought of being desensitized to pussy in any manner is a moral
>outrage, but somehow, all current experience seems to be measured
>against the peak rushes of the past, not the far more common
>disappointments. Thus, expectations have been dialed down in both
>quality and quantity.
Said better than I did. Yep.
>Then again, sometimes a toothless dog catches the car.
Please, don't say "toothless" to an "Elder ASSC Statesman".
QL
QL
In those days, I spent much of my time on the road, mostly in the SC
meccas of Toronto, St. Louis, and Houston. After a while, living as a
working road-warrior gets lonely - very lonely. So, much of my
attraction was that there was always a familiar place, familiar faces,
familiar company, the second the wheels went down. Some of the
familair faces where ASSCers I met here, some were gorgeous
waitresses, and many were dancers I enjoyed spending time with, and of
course groping as the night progressed. It was a certain kind of
intimacy - I really was starved for compatible companionship. But I've
never dated dancers. The suspension of disbelief was never sustained
long enough. I always knew why I was there, and why they were there,
even if a few were able to make me forget for a few laps, or maybe
even an evening.
But even before that, it was something intangible about the clubs. The
excitement of just being there, the anticipation of what may unfold on
any given night. The prospect of watching some new drop-dead hottie
strut her stuff on stage. I've never held the voyeur in me hostage - I
just love to watch beautiful, naked women. All that and more - stuff I
probably still don't understand completely. But I do miss those days
of wonder. It's recapturing them that I've found so damn hard to do.
QL
Raymond E. Feist
<quantu...@hotmail.com> wrote:
My situation is, perhaps, unique. It started off as a cleche
Raymond E. Feist
<quantu...@hotmail.com> wrote:
My situation is, perhaps, unique. It started off as a cleche, a middle
age guy falling head over heels for a 21 year old stripper. I could
bore you with that tale, but moving on . . .
When I decided there was a writing project in all this, things began to
change. I evolved from "customer," to "regular," to "friend" with a
lot of girls over the last five years. I've had a few jump me because
I was there and they were bored/horny/whatever. I've dated three other
dancers after the first one broke my heart. I've had two talk about
moving in with me, one propose marriage, and another is talking about
it now. So I guess you could say I'm deep into the cluture. But how I
got there is unique.
>
> But even before that, it was something intangible about the clubs. The
> excitement of just being there, the anticipation of what may unfold on
> any given night. The prospect of watching some new drop-dead hottie
> strut her stuff on stage. I've never held the voyeur in me hostage - I
> just love to watch beautiful, naked women. All that and more - stuff I
> probably still don't understand completely. But I do miss those days
> of wonder. It's recapturing them that I've found so damn hard to do.
That's a nice summation. For me when I head back to my regular haunts
it's often a sense of "maybe tonight will be a fun night." I've had a
few along the way that were just like being at a party with friends.
Best, R.E.F.
idleeric
QL wrote:
> No moderation. Ever. Way too much "moderation" these days for my
> taste. I'm no fan of PF and his ilk. He's why I left for a while.
> Until I decided to KF him. Have others left because of the political
> trolling? Probably. But a little anarchy can sometimes be a good
> thing. It's why I still love usenet. Free speech should remain just
> that here, free. If everyone agrees about everything, what's left to
> discuss? Which is what this used to be - a discussion group about
> strip-clubs. Neither you nor I can stop them from standing on the
> corner and shouting political or religious rantings. You can try, rage
> against them, lose your voice trying, but in the end, crusading
> against zealots and fanatics is futile. It's what they want. But we
> can come inside, close the door, and hang out for a while each day.
> Rational discussion sets an example - are there others like us
> lurking, future Great Ones, peeking in the windows, looking for a home
> like we once did? Do we have a responsibilty to pass the baton if
> we're done? To others who might make this place at least a little like
> it was, way back when?
>
> That might be pretty cool.
idleeric --> I love Usenet, too ... but the signal-to-noise ratio is so
out of whack hardly any one new bothers checking us out.
Too many other parties going on ... mostly in the dedicated websites &
blogs.
Ever wonder what ever happened to Saxbeat, for example?
Check out Z-Bone's website ... our resident purist, Sai Baba spends
time there, too.
idleeric
J Frum -->
> >The thought of being desensitized to pussy in any manner is a moral
> >outrage, but somehow, all current experience seems to be measured
> >against the peak rushes of the past, not the far more common
> >disappointments. Thus, expectations have been dialed down in both
> >quality and quantity.
idleeric -->
In the era of Economic Man, once you start noticing the $$$ instead of
the twat, the Game is Over.
QL -->
> Said better than I did. Yep.
J Frum -->
> >Then again, sometimes a toothless dog catches the car.
QL -->
> Please, don't say "toothless" to an "Elder ASSC Statesman".
idleeric -->
Take care of the gums & the teeth will stay inskull forever.
Sai Baba
idleeric wrote:
> > sai baba-->
> >
> > Finally, a voice of reason. That's how it's done - when the life gives
> > you lemons, make a fucken lemonade already
> >
> > I spent my formative years in strip club wasteland that Denver is doing
> > just that, and it pains me to no end to hear all this bitching how
> > dancers aren't pretty or slutty or seductive enough because George Bush
> > or the economy srewed it all up for our Elder ASSC Statesmen. And don't
> > even start me on the Peter Pan alegory... it's about pussy, stupid. You
> > either hunt it down like healthy men have been doing since the
> > beginning of the time, or just squat down next time you need to go pee.
> > There's no middle road to take here, fellas.
>
> idleeric -->
>
> Politicians via L.E. can't get to dancers directly ... too many: like
> herding mice, but they can get to *clubs*. ... and they have - very
> effectively in *many* metro areas ... three cheers for Houston, but
> Detroit was *never* the same after 1996 (note the date).
> Guiliani in NYC ... etc, etc.
sai baba-->
We went through this "NYC never the same" spiel about 5 years ago. N2N
drilled the point to both you and I that NYC was actually better off
after the Guiliani laws passed b/c of all the action moving to much
raunchier underground clubs. Last I heard, some were raided, but others
sprung up, etc. So, your point about NYC is moot.
idleeric-->
> You may find it fun trying to cage dancers in an overpriced, airdance
> palace, or mixing it up w/ toothless skanks in Pigfuckerville, but the
> good *clubs* I remember from the newsgroup 10 years ago aren't so good
> any more ... if they're still in business ... and where are all the
> great new ones you've discovered in the past 6 years?
sai baba-->
Houston, Houston, Houston. I'll say it once again... there simply isn't
anything better that I know of. You aren't going to find so many
"gentlemen clubs" with all the trimmings (good food, valet, champagne
rooms, gorgeous dancers even swimming pools!) that also offer two way
contact lap dances & where majority of dancers offer more than a lap
dance anyplace else in the States. Period.
The best part of it, Houston clubs are "time and companionship" clubs
rather than "let's pass the bucket after the stage show & see how many
PLs throw a dollar in" or "buy lady a drink" variety. Sometimes, it
seems like all the managers that know how to run a strip club moved to
Houston and left the rest of the country to idiots trying to scam the
most $$ per minute.
idleeric-->
> The plummeting $ has made a huge difference in Ontario ... all happened
> under the Chimp's watch ... oh yeah, it was 9/11, right?
sai baba-->
I am sure he'll take credit for that as soon as we annex Canada. Until
then... find a better analogy. The "plummeting" you talk about is long
gone in Houston. If anything, I noticed dancers asking more $$ for lewd
acts down here in the last year or so. Luckily, I am grandfathered with
quite a few of them, so 2002 pricing still applies to me.
idleeric-->
> Hunting down pussy in a crappy club is a waste of time.
sai baba-->
Where you see a "crappy club", a motivated pussy hunter sees
opportunity. See under "REF". From what he told us, San Diego clubs
that he goes to are horrible, yet he's neck deep into strip club
culture... dating stripppers, strippers wanting to move in with him,
strippers proposing marriage....
Sai Baba
But one pretty common thread I found over and over was that it wasn't
just about pussy; it was for many guys about a sense of
more than most of he customers in clubs get from dancers.
sai baba-->
OK. Let's picture this... you wrote a mother of all books about strip
club culture & made a lot of money out of it. You decide, for one
reason or another, not to write on the subject anymore, ergo there's no
"I am here for the research" excuse anymore. Dancers you used to know
moved on, and you're just another guy to the new ones. You get the same
action as everybody else in your age group: most of the dancers give
you fake phone numbers and the ones that don't, give you fake excuses
100% of the time. Nobody to take out to dinner to. Nobody picks you out
from the crowd when the phase of the moon is right.
Would you still be a regular?
.
Raymond E. Feist
Baba <sai_...@lycos.com> wrote:
> idleeric wrote:
> sai baba-->
> Where you see a "crappy club", a motivated pussy hunter sees
> opportunity. See under "REF". From what he told us, San Diego clubs
> that he goes to are horrible, yet he's neck deep into strip club
> culture... dating stripppers, strippers wanting to move in with him,
> strippers proposing marriage....
>
But as I said, my situation is unique. Several dancers confided in me
they weren't in the least bit impressed until they went on to Amazon
and found my books, or found one of my fan websites. After that, they
got to know me (and some were still not impressed. <g>)
In my case, I will attest that 90% of what action I get in clubs is
based on trust--trust that I'm going to only go as far as the girl
wants (the one time we got signals crossed ended up in an ugly
confrontation that took a week to work out--we're still friends, but it
took a bit of effort), trust that the bouncers and managers will look
the other way because they know me and the girl, trust that vice isn't
around (which is pretty easy to know in San Diego), and trust that I'm
going to be generous.
San Diego has some of the tighest rules and worst options of any city
I've been in--friction dances are hard to come by unless the girls know
you and know vice isn't around. But I've had more wild stuff go on in
San Diego than any city I've been in in the USA. The only wilder stuff
I've encountered in a club was in Amsterdam where two drunk dancers
stripped me totally naked in the VIP (even took my shoes and socks
off). Of course the Red Light Disctrict was only a ten minute walk
from the club and anyone can get laid there for 50 euros, so you can
see it's a different climate.
Trust is the key, and that takes time and money.
Best, R.E.F.
Raymond E. Feist
Baba <sai_...@lycos.com> wrote:
I see where you're going with this, and it's a tough one to answer.
Becuase what happens is there's no end point to metting the girls; new
ones show up and join the table all the time. So the idea that I'd be
"just another guy" is tough to imagine. You've seen the scene in clubs
where a certain guy walks in and the manager comes over, shakes his
hand, brings a new girl over to the table and introduces him, etc.
Sometimes I'm that guy. I would have to stay away a long time, I
think, before I stopped seeing that at the two clubs I frequent.
I don't know. I think probably not, simply because the grins and
giggles I get are mostly from girls I know really well.
I think a better question would be once a project is underway (TV
show/book) would I be as motivated to keep going in, and the answer is
probably not.
Another variable: I've learned a lot about how to operate in a club. I
don't get fake phone numbers because I never ask for any. They ask me
for mine number, call me from in the club so their number is on my
phone, then tell me to save it. That's because other girls have told
them I'm OK, treat the girls nice, take them to good resaurants, etc.
I would have to be gone for a long time, as I said, and even that
might not matter because some of the girls I know have been at the same
club for five, ten, even fourteen years (in one case).
Very good question, though.
Best, R.E.F.
QL
>>> sai baba-->
>Houston, Houston, Houston. I'll say it once again... there simply isn't
>anything better that I know of. You aren't going to find so many
>"gentlemen clubs" with all the trimmings (good food, valet, champagne
>rooms, gorgeous dancers even swimming pools!) that also offer two way
>contact lap dances & where majority of dancers offer more than a lap
>dance anyplace else in the States. Period.
>
>The best part of it, Houston clubs are "time and companionship" clubs
>rather than "let's pass the bucket after the stage show & see how many
>PLs throw a dollar in" or "buy lady a drink" variety. Sometimes, it
>seems like all the managers that know how to run a strip club moved to
>Houston and left the rest of the country to idiots trying to scam the
>most $$ per minute.
OK, I'll bite. I may be spending some time in Houston this summer and
fall. I usually frequented the the clubs along Richmond Drive over by
the Galleria - Ricks, Centerfolds, and a few others, IIRC. It's been
years though. Where do I go these days to free my peter, um, pan?
QL
Sai Baba
Raymond E. Feist wrote:
> In article <1151870073.3...@h44g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>, Sai
> Baba <sai_...@lycos.com> wrote:
>
> > idleeric wrote:
>
> > sai baba-->
> > Where you see a "crappy club", a motivated pussy hunter sees
> > opportunity. See under "REF". From what he told us, San Diego clubs
> > that he goes to are horrible, yet he's neck deep into strip club
> > culture... dating stripppers, strippers wanting to move in with him,
> > strippers proposing marriage....
> >
> But as I said, my situation is unique. ... [...]...
sai baba-->
In my time in Denver clubs back when there was nothing to be had but
air dances & minimal contact stageside, I managed to get a girl join
another on stage & eat her out. It took time to get her to do that
(we're talking a couple of mounths), but I got those two to do what
nobody has ever thought would be possible in the club. That's "making
lemonade withof lemons" and "pussy hunting" I am talking about.
But if you think that's impoosible and that you are oh-so-unique, go
ahead... I am still saying that a dedicated pussy hunter can do pretty
much what you and I could, given time, money and proper
appearence/demeanor.
For the reference:
Sai Baba
During the day, St James, St James, St James. Rick's North is the 2nd
best choice, and it's not too far from St James.
At night, Treasures, Micheals, Centerforlds. I don't go to St James at
night, it's too far from where I live & I-45 is not a fun drive late at
night when all the drunks come out of bars.
By the time you come around, a new club on the North side will have
opened. The rumor has it that it'll be much nicer than anything else in
town, and that says a lot. That area is very rich & has a lot of
earning potential from a dancer POV, so I'll make sure to pay a visit
once it's up and running.
Anyhow, my email address is for all out there to see, so drop me a
note.
QL
These days business is more in the south, so I fly into Hobby instead
of Bush and stay by the AstroDome. Much closer to my old haunts, but I
haven't found time or inspiration to revisit lately. Rick's north was
always too far to drive back after a few beers. But I did have some
good times at Rick's galleria - still have some free admission
tickets. I'll be in touch when another trip comes up.
QL