2. Don't buy roses or flowers at the club for her. They are overpriced
and flimsy and she would appreciate a $5 or $10 tip on stage better.
3. Speaking of tips on stage. Anything more than a dollar will get you a
bigger smile, hug, etc. It doesn't take much to make you stand out from
the rest of the crowd.
4. Dancers like to be flattered. A man once gave me $100 in ones on
stage. Just scattered them all over the stage. I felt like a queen.
Dancers want other girls to see that. Even $15 or $20 looks good littered
on the stage. Hint: it's a good show when she is crawling around on the
stage collecting it!
5. There is a big difference in knowing how to flirt well or just having
a few dumb lines that she might/might not fall for. Be subtle and get the
point across. Don't say anything like "So, you wanna come to my house
after work? Can you leave now? Why not?" Show some class.
6. Know when to leave. She would love to spend all night with you, but
she needs to make money too. If you would like her to sit with you all
night, be prepared to pay her what she would normally make. If not, let
her go when the time is right. Don't get upset, you will see her again
real soon.
There will be more later. Feel free to add any more.
Shelly :)
Rudeboy---> Unless she says, "Bring me a flower," which I did last week.
She requested a poem, too. She loved that. No, I won't post it here. It
doesn't rhyme...
Kerouacboy
This one is dead-on. I tip with $2 bills ($2 is my normal tip,
anyway). This not only gets you noticed, but when they count their
money at the end of the night, they will remember where the $2 came
from. (Sometimes it's good to be the king).
Murf-->
Madison [the one at DJV NH] has a regular that dumps $100 bundles of
singles on her every time she hits the stage - anywhere from one to three
[haven't seen more than that, anyway].
Just for grins, I decided to play like I had a 6 figure income one night
while fulfilling a fantasy for my fav fantasy: I dumped 2-$100 bundles of
singles while she was on stage.
I made a production of it for her benefit: I wanted her to feel like
Madison for a few minutes, anyway. Didn't even think about the DP issue
until after the fact.
Strangely enough, none occurred. Guess either I got REAL lucky or the
other dancers know trying to vye for my attention is a hopeless cause when
my favs are working. :)
B
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Very smooth move!
Now, where to find $2 bills, I guess I can go down to the Greyhound & Horse
Track and parlay my winnings into $2 bills.... buttt, then again, I could
come back empty handed... Kinda liked the idea about monopoly money, but
then how would you play the game, with all the $1,000 bills gone....<g>
Murf-->
Good [and inexpensive] answer! Even better than tipping with Monopoly
money bearing a note to come see you for an exchange for the real thing...
I made a production of it for her benefit: I wanted her to feel like
Madison for a few minutes, anyway. Didn't even think about the DP issue
until after the fact.
Strangely enough, none occurred. Guess either I got REAL lucky or the
other dancers know trying to vye for my attention is a hopeless cause
when
my favs are working. :)
[EYE]
no Murf, that's not REAL luck..... that's "RIL" luck.
REAL luck is when the dancer scatters two$100 bundles of ones at
*your* feet for the pleasure of administering a non-mock 003.
I haven't seen it happen yet.
Z Bone? Maz?
>Now, where to find $2 bills, I guess I can go down to the Greyhound & Horse
>Track and parlay my winnings into $2 bills.... buttt, then again, I could
>come back empty handed... Kinda liked the idea about monopoly money, but
>then how would you play the game, with all the $1,000 bills gone....<g>
I've talked to customers that tip $2 bills and they told me that they
ask the bank to order it for them.
_______
Z Bone
LA Strip Club Gossip and Reviews
http://zbone.com
[Z Bone]
Nope. The most I ever made was $6 on stage for dancing and there was
no mock or non-mock anything involved.
ASSCia--> "Stealth Tip"
Z Bone--> Laar? BTW, Laar came up with a new one at the Erotica-LA
the other day. We were watching these girls demonstrate a Chinese
silicone (yes, that's what they told us) self-pleasurinsing "thing"
for men and Laar shouts, "Hey! It's a Nyphomercial!"
"Drag and Drop Comebacks"
(3:00, 7:00, 9:00, 10 minutes before closing)
Starring:
Shelbi66 - Dancer of the Moment
Ook! - as Mr. Snappy
Edited by ALS
Created by CMG
"I was absolutely enthralled by this story of a Dancer longing for a
favorite customer to shower her with attention and $ecurity, in return
for... well... come to think of it... I'm not exactly sure..."
Link, LNS
SHELBY66--> How to be a dancer's favorite?
OOK!--> I always use one of my patented "Snappy" comeback lines...
SHELBY66--> 1. Go early in the night/day. The club is often not as
busy at this time in the shift. She will be more relaxed, look better
and be happy to see you.
OOK!--> No can do, this planet is boring, have to go home.
SHELBY66--> 2. Don't buy roses or flowers at the club for her. They
are overpriced and flimsy and she would appreciate a $5 or $10 tip on
stage better.
OOK!--> Mommy would punish me if she found out I'd been bad.
SHELBY66--> 3. Speaking of tips on stage. Anything more than a
dollar will get you a bigger smile, hug, etc. It doesn't take much to
make you stand out from the rest of the crowd.
OOK!--> I'm feeling a little off since my colostomy bag broke a
couple of minutes ago.
SHELBY66--> 4. Dancers like to be flattered. A man once gave me $100
in ones on stage. Just scattered them all over the stage. I felt
like a queen. Dancers want other girls to see that. Even $15 or $20
looks good littered on the stage. Hint: it's a good show when she is
crawling around on the stage collecting it!
OOK!--> You're not carrying any bread or mustard, are you? I just
can't enjoy dancers without them.
SHELBY66--> 5. There is a big difference in knowing how to flirt well
or just having a few dumb lines that she might/might not fall for. Be
subtle and get the point across... Show some class.
OOK!--> Hi, my name's Bill Johnson, have you thought about your life
insurance needs lately?
SHELBY66--> 6. Know when to leave. She would love to spend all night
with you, but she needs to make money too. If you would like her to
sit with you all night, be prepared to pay her what she would normally
make. If not, let her go when the time is right. Don't get upset,
you will see her again real soon.
OOK!--> <low growl> need fresh meat, full moon! </low growl>
SHELBY66--> There will be more later. Feel free to add any more.
OOK!--> There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers. This
reply is an example of the latter.
Z BONE--> ...be ready for some HEAVY DUTY DP action! I do the
Tdog-->
>Very smooth move!
>
>Now, where to find $2 bills, I guess I can go down to the Greyhound & Horse
>Track and parlay my winnings into $2 bills.... buttt, then again, I could
>come back empty handed... Kinda liked the idea about monopoly money, but
>then how would you play the game, with all the $1,000 bills gone....<g>
Murf-->
Could get interesting as you try explaining to the dancer that there was
SUPPOSED to be a decimal point in there somewhere... :)
The only thing that turns this natural dynamic on its head is this peurile
notion of pursuing an "ATF" ("all-time" favorite dancer?), which Shelly's
post seems to presume. Among other absurdities, it reduces the supply side
of a customer's market equation from dozens to one. No wonder Murf throws
around loot like a drunken sailor. No wonder dancers abandon good, solid
service practices for a jackpot mentality.
Reject this "ATF" nonsense and accept that any of several dancers can make
good company, and you'll realize that just spending the going rate and
being yourself (unless you're a miserable cretin) is all it takes to be a
favorite of all but the worst princesses. Leave them for the Murfs. In
either event, it's nice to know who your fake friends are.
Replying in that humane spirit to what Shelly (Shelbi66) wrote:
>1. Go early in the night/day. The club is often not as busy at this time
>in the shift. She will be more relaxed, look better and be happy to see
>you.
And why do you suppose it's not busy? Because it's not a convenient time
for patrons. Don't place her convenience above your own. You are the
customer. It's her job to be at her best whenever you choose to show up.
If she's not up to it, find one who is. It's a buyer's market.
>2. Don't buy roses or flowers at the club for her. They are overpriced
>and flimsy and she would appreciate a $5 or $10 tip on stage better.
Really! What do you think this is, romance? Think again, lover boy.
Flowers don't pay the bills. Tip $1 or $2 and pocket the change. Or spread
it around. Anything more brings a shitty ROI.
>3. Speaking of tips on stage. Anything more than a dollar will get you a
>bigger smile, hug, etc. It doesn't take much to make you stand out from
>the rest of the crowd.
If the rest of the crowd doesn't tip, $1 stands out. Before upping the
ante, consider whether you want your wallet to stand out. Do you want that
expected of you?
>4. Dancers like to be flattered. A man once gave me $100 in ones on
>stage. Just scattered them all over the stage.
File this one under Dancers Like Money. No shit! As advice to customers,
this is insane. Once you start spending like that, dancers wonder how long
you can keep it going. Don't start it.
>I felt like a queen. ...
>Hint: it's a good show when she is crawling around on the
>stage collecting it!
"Uhh, Your Majesty, one's stuck to the Royal knee..."
>5. There is a big difference in knowing how to flirt well or just having
>a few dumb lines that she might/might not fall for. Be subtle and get the
>point across. Don't say anything like "So, you wanna come to my house
>after work? Can you leave now? Why not?" Show some class.
*snort* Don't worry about letting her know you'd like to get into her
pants. Who's kidding who? If she acts like you're in a Doris Day movie,
drop her for a bawdy lass with a sense of humor. Fuck class! It's supposed
to be fun.
>6. Know when to leave. She would love to spend all night with you, but
>she needs to make money too.
That's her call. She's a big girl. Since when does the CUSTOMER have to
leave? Sounds like typical "ATF" perverted logic.
>If you would like her to sit with you all
>night, be prepared to pay her what she would normally make. If not, let
>her go when the time is right. Don't get upset, you will see her again
>real soon.
Act like Stimpy: Real soon???? When's THAT???? Waaaaaaaah!!!!
CMG
(Reply to cgould@ the ISP in header)
[EYE]
no Murf, that's not REAL luck..... that's "RIL" luck.
REAL luck is when the dancer scatters two$100 bundles of ones at
*your* feet for the pleasure of administering a non-mock 003.
I haven't seen it happen yet.
Z Bone? Maz?
[CMG]
I can come close. A couple of weeks ago, a dancer (my "Detail" baby) was
kneeling between my legs to administer assorted dance favors, when she
spotted a roll of bills on the floor and asked, "This yours?" It was and
she gave it to me.
OK, so it was maybe $160 in large bills, and it was a mock 003 (if that's
what I think it is), and the sequence is off, but I counted myself as
lucky. And I ain't no fuckin' RIL.
[Z Bone] Nope. The most I ever made was $6 on stage for dancing
and there was no mock or non-mock anything involved.
ALS--> So... like... what was that stuff you did on stage called?
(==/`=)
If you think you, as the customer, "hold all the aces." I suggest you
think again.
"Fuck class" Oh, sorry this one says it all. If you can't have some class
and have fun at the same time, I (and I would bet most of the others in
this group) would prefer you sit at home with the TV set.
[ALS]
So... like... what was that stuff you did on stage called?
[Link]
Whatever it's called, you need to be careful! If you slip up, you may
have to have the non-mock surgically removed.
I once had a four-hour non-mockotomy, and I couldn't lap dance for a
month. Fortunately, I was able to mock lap dance occasionally until
the wound was fully healed.
>
>If you think you, as the customer, "hold all the aces." I suggest you
>think again.
going out on limb (again) here but in my short
(soon to be over) career of dancer financier I
have discovered neither side holds all the aces.
>"Fuck class" Oh, sorry this one says it all. If you can't have some class
>and have fun at the same time, I (and I would bet most of the others in
>this group) would prefer you sit at home with the TV set.
ti would assume that what was meant was be
yourself. not rude, just that this is not a date
and you don't have to make pretend.
rude, loud, and stupid are irritating - yes please
stay home.
Oh lord - here i am interpreting CMG, HOW DARE I?
Can't we all get along? (FLAME ON!)
ALS--> They have crutches for those sort of things... if ya know what
I mean.
No wonder Murf throws around loot like a drunken sailor.
Murf-->
Certainly I deserved that. My approach to SC's has been from a different
angle than yours and many of the other SC vets and it's caused me to look,
feel, and be the fool. [please note the past tense]
<snip Murf's recent lessons learned>
CMG-->
Whatever our approach, we're all fools the second we walk in the door. The
large, bright USE ME sign you wore was unnecessary. All it did was signal
that you were an easier, more willing target. It sounds like you're
learning to better appreciate that.
Don't read too much into my satirical references to you as the ATFers'
most visible poster boy. You provided convenient contrast to the approach
I was promoting. I I didn't mean it to be about "what Murf deserves".
>John Cross-->
>ask your favorite if you can buy 10 or 20 singles.
>I discovered this one day when I had run out of
>singles, the bartendress was in the kitchen. i
>turned to Lacee and asked if she could trade me
>for some singles. Her face lit up and she said yes
>- she hated singles!
>
>CMG--> How to Be a Dancer's Favorite:
>
>#7 - Follow Murf with large bills as he scatters his $100 bundles.
Murf-->
[grin]
Ok, so I deserved that too... :)
How about 5 German Marks or 20 French Francs....exchangeable at the bank
and even work better if you speak some of the language while tipping.
General Lee: "...We are a drift in a sea of blood. I want it to end. I want this
to be the last battle....I woke up this morning and I thought he'd be
gone. Yes sir, I thought Meade would be gone and this war will go
on and on."
General Longstreet: "Well sir, we'll make him sorry he stayed...". July 2, 1863
CMG--> How to Be a Dancer's Favorite:
#7 - Follow Murf with large bills as he scatters his $100 bundles.
John Cross-->
I always ask whichever fav is in the neighborhood for change
when I need it.
CMG--> For group theme song, I nominate:
James Brown's "(Stay on the Scene Like a) Change Machine"
CMG
MARC182--> economics has more to do with philosophy than science.
ALS--> True, but the contrast in terms does not mean that only one
can apply to the situation.
MARC182--> To an economist even altruism can be explained by a profit
motive.
ALS--> Subsequently, ego has a very human side.
CMG--> Jesus, I make a simple reference to--gasp--supply and demand,
and you make it sound like I'm up to my neck in voodoo alchemy.
ALS--> What ever you do, don't stick a needle in 'my'... hey, I felt
that!
MARC182--> Ah, and here's the rub. CMG is assuming that dancers are
commodity items, easily substituded.
ALS--> Are you trying to tell us that Dancers don't ever view
customers in that very same light?
MARC182--> You just define your specs and select the lowest bidder
who meets them. Not for me thank you.
CMG--> Your economic rephrasing is deeply flawed.
ALS--> If you substitute 'lowest' with 'highest', who's talking now?
Dancer or Customer?
Both sides apply economics Marc. Butt, do both sides treat the other
like humans? ...and thus endeth the magical mystery tour.
CMG--> Call me a slut if you must,
ALS--> Slut.
CMG--> but don't call my sluts commodity items.
ALS--> What about your blow-up sluts?
CMG--> And don't try pulling no substitutions on me if you know
what's good for you.
ALS--> Well then, keep yer 'substitutions' in yer pants... if ya know
what I mean.
Hey, I don't go to a club when it's dead so I can talk to dancers who
are relaxed. I go when it's dead because there is very little or no
business going on. When it's dead, the dancers are willing to do a lot
more for a lot less. I love that economic model.
>2. Don't buy roses or flowers at the club for her. They are overpriced
>and flimsy and she would appreciate a $5 or $10 tip on stage better.
What about a can of refried beans? I've found that giving dancers
Rosarita Jalepeno flavored refried beans always helps. The lady on the
can has some flowers in her hair and the dancer can always eat whats
in the can. Just don't go into the dressing room after a few hours.
>3. Speaking of tips on stage. Anything more than a dollar will get you a
>bigger smile, hug, etc. It doesn't take much to make you stand out from
>the rest of the crowd.
So a buck and a quarter would work well then? They can save the
quarters for laundry money. I'm sure it'll be a big hit!
>4. Dancers like to be flattered. A man once gave me $100 in ones on
>stage. Just scattered them all over the stage. I felt like a queen.
>Dancers want other girls to see that. Even $15 or $20 looks good littered
>on the stage. Hint: it's a good show when she is crawling around on the
>stage collecting it!
I tried this once with monopoly money. The dancer and the bouncer
didn't think it was too funny. WARNING: wear dark/neutral colored
clothing so the dirt from the ground doesn't show up as well.
>5. There is a big difference in knowing how to flirt well or just having
>a few dumb lines that she might/might not fall for. Be subtle and get the
>point across. Don't say anything like "So, you wanna come to my house
>after work? Can you leave now? Why not?" Show some class.
So you're saying "What's your sign baby?" isn't gonna work anymore?
Subtle subtle subtle. Hmm... got it! "How about you and I head back
to the homestead and do the horizontal mombo?" Uh, wait, sorry, not
subtle enough. Okay, subtle and class. "So Ms. Overdrive, would you
like to tour my mansion while sipping on some 1982 Margaux while I
delight myself by nibbling on your lovely greens?" Damn, I think I'd
better get a gemini book and practice this section.
>6. Know when to leave. She would love to spend all night with you, but
>she needs to make money too. If you would like her to sit with you all
>night, be prepared to pay her what she would normally make. If not, let
>her go when the time is right. Don't get upset, you will see her again
>real soon.
Heck, the point is for her to spend all night with me. If she doesn't
want to stay with me, then she should know better and leave on her own
accord. My feelings will be hurt a little, but that'll fix itself when
the next nubile blonde finds her way onto my lap.
LMR
--
Las Vegas Strip Club Review
http://members.aol.com/vegasscr
>Today, thanks to one dancer's out-of-the-club [in?]actions [NOT the one I
>'tipped'] and sound advice from a Canadian wizard, my head is screwed on as
>straight as it's ever been. [insert snide comment here :)]
>
>Some of this learned-the-hard-way wisdom:
>
>1) Dancers are not girlfriends.
yeah but not bad temps
>2) Dancers aren't even real people.
some are, but that can through you off at first.
and i don't think reality lasts (read succeeds).
>The personality of the woman on whom I dropped the bundles is a combination
>of her real and her dancer persona. Unlike girlfriends, this composite
>always has a smile on her face and is always happy to see me [and my
>wallet].
remember - composites are very strong materials
that resist penetration by almost any projectile -
look at kelvar and carbon fiber. but they do
produce incredibly beautiful and light products.
>She is a fantasy.
unlike any woman that you haven't lived with (i.e.
bad hair/breath/attitude day)?
>I reiterate: in dropping those 'tips', I fulfilled a fantasy for both of
>us. For a few minutes I was the guy with the high-6-figure income and she
>was Madison. I'd elected to share the fantasy with this dancer because I
>knew she'd understand immediately it was a one-time thing, negating the
>'jackpot mentality'.
i haven't tried this particular format, but I did
have the month of april where i threw cash around
so hard that if i was a pitcher i would have torn
my rotater cuff. lesson learned was that
indiscriminating cash burning can be amusing but
is fundimentally foolish. although just wait 'til
i win lottto!
>Her second set of the evening I tipped her per norm: $10. Yep, that's WAY
>beyond what you'd drop for a dancer, but I only tip the dancer[s] I'm there
>to see. ORDINARILY I drop from $20 to $30 on stage tips a night, but I'm
>only tipping one or two dancers.
hell over an evening i'll tip the bartendress $50
('course she's beautiful and sweet - I know she
really likes me, and.......)
>CMG-->
>>Reject this "ATF" nonsense and accept that any of several dancers can make
>>good company, and you'll realize that just spending the going rate and
>>being yourself (unless you're a miserable cretin) is all it takes to be a
>>favorite of all but the worst princesses. Leave them for the Murfs. In
>>either event, it's nice to know who your fake friends are.
>
>Murf-->
>RE: 'this "ATF" nonsense'. It's a question of what you expect from an SC
>and dancers. Some guys go for the sole purpose of getting their rocks
>polished. A few dancers will make that experience memorable [both good and
>bad :)], but most will make you bay at the moon.
>
>This approach is also a hell of a lot safer emotionally when you keep the
>'relationship' on a physical level.
>
>Other guys - myself included - look for that less obvious erogenous zone
>between the ears: laps are of secondary importance. Dancers with whom I
>'click' are few and far between. One such lass gave the worst laps I've
>ever had and couldn't dance to save her soul, but was bright and witty.
>Another gave me a woody whispering dieting advice in my ear while just
>sitting on my lap. [Then she started a grind. woof :)]
it's reaching the point in my very undistinguished
(soon to be terminated) dancer financier career
that I don't enjoy the polishing as much as
talking to a smart, funny, sweet, sexy woman.
it's what i always liked about woman (when sex was
out of the question or already taken care of).
>As I said, these dancers are few and far between and their time is rarely
>free. If it's worth the money spent to keep her at your side, why not?
>Would your boss expect you to work for nothing just because he's a nice
>guy?
nope - but i have thrown some free work at a
company that treated me well and produced alot of
profitable work.
>Ok, bad example.... :)
not really
>RE: 'fake friends'. I'm not friends with my plumber, the butcher at the
>meat market, or the owner of my fav restaurant. We're not even 'fake
>friends': we're business acquaintances. They provide a product or service
>and they do so with a smile and friendly banter. Their product/service is
>top quality and fills my needs, so why bother shopping around? [yet
>another argument for ATF's]
people can suprise you - i.e. my FRIEND Angel
sitting and talking to me for a few hours during
peak hours on a peak day when i was totally
devistated. not to go unpunished/unthanked during
the farewell tour
>RE: 'princesses'. In defense of the dancer mentioned above, she's not a
>'princess'. She's never even HINTED I do anything for her beyond pay for
>services rendered. She wasn't [openly :)] disappointed when I didn't have
>more bundles during her second set: the reaction to the offered gratuity
>was as it would have been any other night.
>Hell, if she'd EXPECTED me to do anything for her beyond pay for her time,
>I'd have left a hole in the air making my escape.
>
>Well, anything that cost MONEY, that is.... :)
well yeah!
>My attitudes towards women you can blame on my mother: I have a hard time
>treating them like sex objects, even in a place that promotes - no -
>ENCOURAGES such behavior. Mind you, I have no problem looking at nekked
>and nearly-nekked wimminz, I just don't care that much about getting my
>rocks polished. I'm not interested in getting inside their head and trying
>to figure out what makes them tick, either: wimminz are a bigger mystery to
>me than how they get all those parts stuck in the box my new telephone came
>in. I'm there to fantasize as I chat and laugh with an intelligent,
>beautiful woman that at least pretends I'm the most desirable man on the
>planet.
>
>SC's are just a rest stop along the route to reality. One of these days
>I'll find a hitchhiker that will push the same buttons 'my' dancers do for
>a whole lot less money. [I've been married: love ain't free :)]
ah - now i hear common chords - spending time in
these places has reunited me with some part of
humanity that i had lost working around the clock.
time to find a different source of appreciation!
>In the meantime, to quote two [un?]related thoughts from two different
>authors, "After my wallet told me I'm done falling in love for the evening"
>[Sai Baba], "i go home. and find it empty. again." [peakay]
>
>I sure sound like a PL, don't I?
>
>I'm not.
>
>B
well what the fuck is a PL anyway - as opposed to
any other guy who made a play (or failed to) that
ended up unrequited? doing it in a SC is an
interesting and sometimes heroic thing. I think
the real problem is having heros like Maz and DrD
out there showing it can be done.
really don't care anymore - a nice woman is a nice
woman and fun is fun - yeah a high IQ would have
been a problem for me!
>Do you know what a snaggy is?
nope - please share
>df-->
>Maybe all those other losers just don't like the dancer on stage. Maybe
>tipping "each one" means something that takes commitment and a strong
>stomach: "each one you like" is something a pathetic fruitcake might do.
>Or an asshole.
that's Mr. Asshole to you hotshot!
>Now, I don't mind assholes, being one myself. But I do mind assholes who
>pretend they're a snaggy.
back to that term
>df-->
>Do you really use the term, "abide"? That's only used in Texas, and by
>Snaggies who read too much Louis LaMour.
I live in the south now and have taken up
protective coloration. i also now say y'all and
when drinking enough - fixin to.
what's snaggy again?
>df-->
>If a dancer asks if you tipped $x, where x != 1, the answer is always --
>ALWAYS -- yes.
yeah - missed that one
>df-->
>
>I'm sure this is very clever. Given that you are fortunate enough to go
>to a club where no one tips, so $1 is enough to get you noticed: what the
>fuck do you think $2 will get you?
the money wasn't the immediate point - just noted
new style - got me what I wanted
>df-->
>
>I'm a guy, so I can't be sure: but I bet you completely missed Shelly's
>point. There is no way to flirt using the word "colostomy". I know this
>because... because I never tried it. So it must be very, very dumb.
it was dumb but it got a laugh - which is what I
was shooting for.
>df-->
>Poor Amy. Frankly I'll pay more for good flirtatious conversation than I
>ever would for air dances.
who the fuck said anything about air?
>Dave's Friend
does dave agree with that?
[ducking back to the safety of the job]
EYETM-->
What's with all the humanity, the wit, the charm, ALS? Is this some kinda
resurrection deal? Or did you get a new prescription? what?
Anyway, yes, my vote is to bite the ear off the term "ATF", and go back to
"TDWWICI" (the dancer with whom I'm currently infatuated). Not only
does "ATF" conjure up money machine images (blah), but also flabby guys
with walkie talkies and bad supervisors (Waco). Oh, plus it's stupid.
Having said that, I think CMG has no class, a necessary prerequisite for
accessing the alt.sex hierarchy and discussing pussy palaces. Let's have an
emergency meeting to discuss suspending his posting priveleges.
This "lowest bidder" scenario is totally your invention. I say don't get
started with *any* bidding. Pay the going rate and shut up about it. Don't
let money become more of an issue than it has to be. Don't try to buy
your
fave's heart. Spending fistfuls of money on a dancer to show her how
much
you like her is madness. Spend what you want with her in dances and
stuff.
That level of patronage along with your rapport, etc, should make you a
favorite. If it doesn't, what's the point of throwing more money at her
for show? Who wants to be that kind of a dancer's favorite? Not for me
thank you.
[EYE]
I totally agree with everything you said, but the fact remains that you have
an aversion to "favorites", with or without the money-lure factor. I think
getting in too deep (emotionally, financially, whatever) with a stripper is
an interesting part of the adventure. I'm in the Maz camp on this one.
DrD--> It took a full year of stupidity for me to learn this lesson. If
any of you bozos take home anything from what gets posted here, I'd hope
that this is it. Not the line between fantasy and reality, not any of
the other things. This is the pure essence that must be learned.
Thanks, CMG.
--
WARNING: A simple * didn't keep the parasites of the net from sending
unsolicited email. If you want to talk to me, convert the following to
an address: DrD at super dot zippo dot com.
A little bitter, are we? What happened, dancer step on your fingers?
CMG-->
Try to go early in her inflation, when she looks and feels her best. And
don't use dumb lines like, "Can I fold you up and take you back to my
place?" Show some class. Finally, if you'd like her to sit with your
through the whole evening, expect to keep puffing into her blowhole.
[CMG]
I have mixed feelings--aversion and attraction--about being a dancer's
regular. I'm not 100% dead set against it. What I can't relate to is all
of these posts that presume that it's 100% good. That having an "ATF" is
what it's *all* about. ASSC is overrun with these reports that go, "I went
to the club to see if my ATF was working blah blah blah..." What kind of
loser makes his fun dependent on whether a particular dancer decides to
show up? These guys sound pussy-whipped before they walk in. Whatever
happened to going to a club first and foremost to have a ripping good
time?
[EYE]
I think
getting in too deep (emotionally, financially, whatever) with a stripper is
an interesting part of the adventure. I'm in the Maz camp on this one.
[CMG]
You and a small few have made it interesting read to about.
LMR--> "What's your sign baby?"... "How about you and I head back to
the homestead and do the horizontal mombo?"... "So Ms. Overdrive,
would you like to tour my mansion while sipping on some 1982 Margaux
while I delight myself by nibbling on your lovely greens?"
Damn, I think I'd better get a gemini book and practice this section.
GETSHELL66--> Say babeeeee... your boyf/hub can stay in the guest
house whilst you and I, ya know... ;-O...
df--> And I'd like to be in the Maz camp, too. He's got all the
dancers there.
ALS--> Ya, to hell with LDNP!
[Maz]
Oh, you mean the term "ATF" is used *without* irony? Geez. [blushes]
[CMG]
If you ever want to watch the irony of a term get lost, popularize it on ASSC.
LLC--> BabyDolls in Dallas makes it a policy to give $2 bills as change
whenever possible. This works.... men will tip the $2 bill rather than
bother to get change...
"Drag and Drop Comebacks"
(3:00, 7:00, 9:00, 10 minutes before closing)
Starring:
Shelbi66 - Dancer of the Moment
Ook! - as Mr. Snappy
Edited by ALS
Created by CMG
CMGeorge Lucas--> You do me proud, Wonder Boy. But tell me <stroke
beard>, didn't we send, like, FIVE prints of "Comebacks" to the LDNP?
I mean, ONE SCREEN???
ALSpeilberg--> It seems that the Acting Entertainment Director of
LDNP, a Mr. SubSonic, has skipped town... I'll have my people get
right on it.
SubSonic--> One screen was all we could spare, Mr. Spielberg. Right now
the Octoplex is also showing:
1) "Men in Black" -- A story about a pair of bouncers keeping the scum of
the universe out of a local strip club;
2) "Face Off" -- An action picture in which Siren exchanges faces with
ebmf, so each can appreciate the rich diversity of each other's
experience;
3) "The Lost World" -- A documentary film about the scary dinosaurs that
populated ASSC during its glory days (featuring the Arjayasaurus rex and
Dougleeadactyl);
4) "Speed 2" -- A customer gets lapped by two dancers on crystal meth. The
sequel to "Speed," in which a customer gets lapped by one dancer on
crystal meth.
5) "Trial and Error" -- An extremely expensive comedy about the Mitchell
Brothers Theater;
6) "Chasing Amy" -- A PL tries to convert a lesbian lap dancer to
heterosexuality; and
7) "Scream" -- A horror film about Murf getting his bank statement.
May I continue my vacation now?
-> Anyway, yes, my vote is to bite the ear off the term "ATF", and go back to
-> "TDWWICI" (the dancer with whom I'm currently infatuated). Not only
-> does "ATF" conjure up money machine images (blah), but also flabby guys
-> with walkie talkies and bad supervisors (Waco). Oh, plus it's stupid.
Actually that works for me, seeing as I ran into a lass named Bridgett at
HBS yesterday afternoon who still has my head spinning...
--
The Panty Inspector
Anti-Spamming enabled: email to mastermix at pan dot com
Murf-->
[Sorry to butt in here, CMG, but this kinda BS needs to be nipped from all
fronts.]
I go to clubs to have fun with beautiful nekked wimminz. I would assume
that's a common thread among us all. Where the difference comes is in the
definition of 'fun'. For me it's getting close, talking, laughing, etc,
with the OCCASIONAL trip to the lapdance booth. From what I gather, CMG
defines fun at a SC as getting to touch as much female flesh with as many
different parts of his body as is humanly possible.
To each his FUCKING OWN, dammit! What CMG and the dancer dujour does is
between them, the club management, and the law. If what they are doing
doesn't live up to your standard of 'class', I suggest you avert your eyes
or "sit at home with the TV set".
So there.
>CMG-->
>*urp* Fortunately for me and the dancers I patronize, *we* choose what
>standard of fun is acceptable between us. What you and your odds-on legion
>prefer for us means only as much as your credentials to be dictator.
Murf-->
What he said.
df-->
Blow up dolls are NOT interchangeable commodities either. There are
size, flexibility and durability issues that you need to work out first.
There is a difference: you get what you pay for. Except in Ohio.
--
Dave's Friend
d...@accelenet.net
http://webhome.idirect.com/~beater/df_rev.html
Zbone-->
I've talked to customers that tip $2 bills and they told me that they
ask the bank to order it for them.
LMR-->
Or you can just go to Tally-Ho where every dollar is a two dollar
bill! Actually, they seemed to have stopped that policy, but the $2's
seem to still be available.
Idleeric ->
great thread ... just don't start taking any of this too seriously .. ha
ha.
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Idleeric ->
OK i've read enough ... Time to get serious (pulling off flame retardant
Andrew Jackson/Benjamin Franklin T-shirt):
1. It's pure lunacy to spend profligate sums of $$ on a stripper
A) less lunacy if there's some calibrated physical return on investment.
B) more lunacy if there's some supposed & purely speculative emotional
return on investment .... i.e. inflating male ego that gets off by
indulging strippers w/ Nieman-Marcus shopping sprees (aka Boobus
Texanius)
2. It's pure lunacy to spend time in strip-clubs (after all, time is
money)
3. It's pure lunacy to waste intellectual energy discussing these matters
on the Internet while clients/customers are kept waiting (After all, in a
post-industrial society, information & intellectual property are precious
commodities)
4. It's pure lunacy to suppose all women are interested in anyhow is $$
(Otherwise, why do they give it all away to suicidal/homicidal unemployed
rock musicians?)
5. So, what do women Want, anyhow? ... fuck it, i'm outta here ... time
to bone up on my Freud.
CMG--> I agree completely. Only, however, for saying "shut up" as a
command. I used it as an intensifier.
Murf-->
No offense taken: I don't understand your point of view any more than you
understand mine. That cartoon on Z Bone's website says it all for me -
the one where the guy is questioning why he's paying the dancer to make
his nuts sore.... :)
[snip the conflicting SC POV's]
Arthur-->
>I'll agree with Murf on ...
>
Murf-->
>> As I said, these dancers are few and far between and their time is rarely
>> free. If it's worth the money spent to keep her at your side, why not?
>
Arthur-->
>In my experience people who are really good in their field are always
>few and far between, no matter what the field in questions is. That's
>where I run into trouble with CMG when he encourages us to spread it
>around. When I find the one or two girls in a club that know just
>where my buttons are and how to push them, then I don't ever want to
>let them go. And I'll spend a pile of money to keep 'em too. Based
>on what I've read here y'all would all call me a fool for what I
>spend. But I can afford it so I'd tell you how I spend my money is my
>own damn business.
Murf-->
I'm thinkin there's a two additional POV's as well: those that agree with
our different approaches, but also believe in variety as the spice...
>Idleeric ->
>
>OK i've read enough ... Time to get serious (pulling off flame retardant
>Andrew Jackson/Benjamin Franklin T-shirt):
>
>1. It's pure lunacy to spend profligate sums of $$ on a stripper
>
> A) less lunacy if there's some calibrated physical return on investment.
>
> B) more lunacy if there's some supposed & purely speculative emotional
>return on investment .... i.e. inflating male ego that gets off by
>indulging strippers w/ Nieman-Marcus shopping sprees (aka Boobus
>Texanius)
>
>2. It's pure lunacy to spend time in strip-clubs (after all, time is
>money)
>
>3. It's pure lunacy to waste intellectual energy discussing these matters
>on the Internet while clients/customers are kept waiting (After all, in a
>post-industrial society, information & intellectual property are precious
>commodities)
>
>4. It's pure lunacy to suppose all women are interested in anyhow is $$
>(Otherwise, why do they give it all away to suicidal/homicidal unemployed
>rock musicians?)
>
>5. So, what do women Want, anyhow? ... fuck it, i'm outta here ... time
>to bone up on my Freud.
Murf-->
One lunatic to another, when you going back to the club? :)
>OK i've read enough ... Time to get serious (pulling off flame retardant
>Andrew Jackson/Benjamin Franklin T-shirt):
>
>1. It's pure lunacy to spend profligate sums of $$ on a stripper
> A) less lunacy if there's some calibrated physical return on investment.
for me it's always for dances 'cept the singles
at the tip rail - still lunacy.
> B) more lunacy if there's some supposed & purely speculative emotional
>return on investment .... i.e. inflating male ego that gets off by
>indulging strippers w/ Nieman-Marcus shopping sprees (aka Boobus
>Texanius)
hmmm.... in math they call that an axiom don't
they?
>2. It's pure lunacy to spend time in strip-clubs (after all, time is
>money)
yeah
>3. It's pure lunacy to waste intellectual energy discussing these matters
>on the Internet while clients/customers are kept waiting (After all, in a
>post-industrial society, information & intellectual property are precious
>commodities)
well, I learned one thing from the girls - if they
don't know they are waiting and think you are
dedicated to their every whim, they will keep
paying you.
>4. It's pure lunacy to suppose all women are interested in anyhow is $$
>(Otherwise, why do they give it all away to suicidal/homicidal unemployed
>rock musicians?)
move on to 5.
>5. So, what do women Want, anyhow? ... fuck it, i'm outta here ... time
>to bone up on my Freud.
big fucking help you were - there and i thought
you were going to answer the big one - guess we
will have to keep discussing amongst ourselves!
however this has brought up the possibility for a
new game and possibly another long drawn out
thread:
Let's play "Spot The Loony!" (thanks to Monty
Python).
oops - saw him in the mirror - how can he do
everything I do at exactly the same time I do it?
Good idea. Any suggestions for a little spice. I'm tired of picking the
Jalapineos out of the potato myself. Found only 3 so far and 0
habaneros.
:)
--
E-Mail address is fake to cut down on E-Mail spam. Send any replies to
kenhx (at) compuserve (dot) com
ENGNR-->Hell, I've known at least one dancer whose chest magically went
from Twiggy to Ana Nicole over a three month period. Ah..the wonders of
science (and chemistry).
> hmmmm... - are you still dancing in the land of
> no-laps? by the way - in spite of a frozen for
> the DMV folks look - you have a very pretty face!
Still in Tucson. Still dancing. Quality of dances? Come see for yourself
or ask a veteran strip club goer for his perspective.
As for the picture on my webpage... you were close. No DMV shot. It was a
photo booth print for academic purposes. Bear with me folks. I'm new at
this webpage/graphic design/computer photo imaging stuff.
> BTW - wanna make a roadtrip to Tampa or Jax? We
> are woefully short of asians here (not racist - I
> just love woman with black hair and brown eyes! I
> miss my friend sara!)
We're rather short of Asians here in the Southwest too.
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Ken--> Hate to but in, it just seems strange that ATF#3 is Jasmine Tea.
I'd thought she'd be #1. Or at least that's my guess for #3. If wrong
then where does she fit in?
Marc--> Please butt-in, it's a news group, that's what it's for. I wasn't
ranking my ATFs, I was listing them in chronological order. ATF#1 was
Bridget, late of Ten's. Although she no longer dances she's still a good
friend. Last week I was at her house helping her with the traumatic
transition from MacOS to Wintel. Her photo can be found in the gallery on
my website under "Unknown Dancer". The face is blurred but you can still
tell that she's a cutie.
ATF#2 is Shae. Lots of pix of her on my website. Lots more to come on
the Ten's website (tens-showclub.com).
ATF#3, and hopefully ATF#last, is of course Jasmine-Tea. The "pedawhat"
people like the photo of her on my website. Creepy.
Marc
--
"What we have here is a failure to assimilate." --Cool Hand Locutus
Tucson Topless http://www.primenet.com/~marc182/Tucson-Topless.html
Ten's Showclub http://tens-showclub.com
>Murf-->
>RE: 'this "ATF" nonsense'. It's a question of what you expect from an SC
>and dancers. Some guys go for the sole purpose of getting their rocks
>polished. A few dancers will make that experience memorable [both good and
>bad :)], but most will make you bay at the moon.
And that's me to a "t". I just can't understand why ...
>Other guys - myself included - look for that less obvious erogenous zone
>between the ears: laps are of secondary importance. Dancers with whom I
>'click' are few and far between. One such lass gave the worst laps I've
>ever had and couldn't dance to save her soul, but was bright and witty.
>Another gave me a woody whispering dieting advice in my ear while just
>sitting on my lap. [Then she started a grind. woof :)]
There's lots of guys here who've talked about how important sitting
with the girl and talking to her is to their SC experience. And
they're happy to pay her for it!! Unless it's simple desperation for
companionship, I just don't get it. I talk to bright, witty girls all
day long, at work, at home and elsewhere. I've got absolutely no
interest in paying money to do more of that. What I'm real interested
in paying for is to have a wet dream of a girl rub herself all over me
while doing her best to make me believe I'm the sexiest thing she's
seen in months.
I'll agree with Murf on ...
> As I said, these dancers are few and far between and their time is rarely
> free. If it's worth the money spent to keep her at your side, why not?
In my experience people who are really good in their field are always
few and far between, no matter what the field in questions is. That's
where I run into trouble with CMG when he encourages us to spread it
around. When I find the one or two girls in a club that know just
where my buttons are and how to push them, then I don't ever want to
let them go. And I'll spend a pile of money to keep 'em too. Based
on what I've read here y'all would all call me a fool for what I
spend. But I can afford it so I'd tell you how I spend my money is my
own damn business.
Somehow I've managed to do all this for years without encountering any
serious DP to speak of. (Never had to resort to "stealth tipping,"
great concept even though it seems to me that this defeats the whole
purpose!) I'm pretty much only ever attracted to the experienced
professionals who've already figured it all out and that avoids a lot
of problems all by itself. Otherwise, when necessary, I just make it
plain that the fastest way to make me lose interest in you is to start
playing those kind of games on me. That kind of stuff makes me move
on right quick. So, maybe CMG and I aren't that far apart after all.
Ok, so that's my kink. Hope y'all are enjoying yours as much I enjoy
mine ...
Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson
[Merlin]
Has the world turned completely upside down? Could someone please
explain why, oh why it is, that customers should have to sit in a bar
with dollars ready to dispense with a big neon sign that screams out
"Pick Me! Pick Me! I want to be your favourite."?
[SubSonic]
I share your nausea. But why should this be so surprising, really, given
the direction of the newsgroup over the last month or so? I mean, what
with all the PLs falling all over each other to declare their willingness
-- no, *eagerness* -- to empty their bank accounts as a declaration of
fealty to this month's "ATF" (show some respect for the term, dammit!),
why should we be surprised that a dancer would boldly display such
contempt for her client base? This newsgroup is starting to sound like an
auction house:
"I spent $400 on my ATF last visit!"
"I spent $600!"
"I spent $800 and lost more dignity than both of you combined!"
[Merlin]
If you want be a dancer's favourite, money won't help. It might make
you her biggest customer but that's about it. If you want be a
dancer's favorite color, be the color green. They like that color a
lot.
[SubSonic]
Everybody likes green, not just dancers. But for chrissakes, guys, don't
willingly take part in an auction when you can buy the product, straight up,
in a friendly and mutually respectful manner. (This holds for potatoes,
too, btw.)
i am trying to make this clear for you DF - i'm
just me. i listed those folks so that you won't
get confused later and feel compelled to tell me
what else i'm not. not that it will stop you.
>Sounds like you're threatening epiphanicide.
ah - i think i see the problem. you sir are
obviously a master epiphanologist and my ramblings
are to you as the squeakings of a violinist in
training are to a master violinist. my apologies!
all i was doing, again trying to help you, was to
voice and try to understand the impact/effect that
running into the dancers has had on me.
i used to think a SC simply was a great place to
drink beer and play pool, as well as talk/flirt
with bartendresses and waitresses.
then i ran into dancers that did laps and that
changed the equation irrevocably for me.
i knew this group was here before but it didn't
mean anything until the epiphany of lap dancers.
then it became a place where i could find kindred
spirits with more (or less) experience than i in
this.
i am just an over-the-hill, over-weight,
occassionally over-paid contract programmer that
is trying to:
a) figure out where that truck that hit me went
b) figure out why I am willing to drive 2 hours
(Jax, Cocoa, Tampa) to have it happen again.
and no threats - just thinking SCs may be over my
head - as you think posting here is for me.
>(My irony's a little rusty.)
whatever
Jeez DF - you probably think this group is about
you! don't you! don't you!
(suitable apologies to Mz. Simon)
By the way DF - what is your theme song? My guess
is NIN's "Head Like A Hole"
i.e. "Bow down before the one you serve"
>Dave's Friend
again - what's Dave's take on that?
>Shheeesh, no wonder you guys are having so many problems. Anyone would get
>customer damage going to a club where potato quality girls are served. Get
>some spice in your life! Drag your economical/philosophical lazy-ass laps
>to a decent spicy habanero pepper club and wake the fuck up.
<< Moresuo reads Ms Jasmine's response and after he stops chuckling at
the lady's spicy retort states:
Funny. I like it. But couldn't they get the same effect from a hit
of 10% oleoresin capsicum*. I know that would wake me the f*ck up.
[smiling]
Wishing well,
Moresuo
[* chemical mace, the main ingredient of which is procured from the
habanero pepper]
I don't know what the ebmf is, but if it's male, I think it would be a
pretty boring movie... Two hours of the faux Siren sitting around
playing with it's tits!
> [Siren]
> I don't know what the ebmf is, but if it's male, I think it would be a
> pretty boring movie... Two hours of the faux Siren sitting around
> playing with it's tits!
[Maz]
I dunno; I'd probably pay to see it....
--
Finally giving in to SPAM-driven pressure:
Reply to mazoola [at] best [dot] com.
>Marc-->I'm not disparaging what you do, and I too can walk into a club
>where I know no one and have a good time. But understand that there are
>reasons why some of us keep returning to the same dancers time after time
>(and it's year after year for me now) and feel disappointment when she's
>not there. Our ATFs can "fix" us, and we will of course continue to
>attempt to do them justice here on ASSC.
Marc,
I think I have alluded to this before, but just in case:
It is my impression that there is nothing in a strip-club to "fix"
anything.
There are pretty naked women, a few chuckles, and a very limited
stroking of the male ego [I say limited because it ends the second you
walk out the clubhouse door] but that isn't the stew that heals very
much.
I go to a club occasionally to see pretty women I know I can't "be"
with in a romantic manner. Well maybe I could outside the club if
they found my type attractive. However, no matter my type, once
inside the club we are all relegated to one type: Strip-Club patron
and in general, with limited exceptions, that means not HER type.
I also go to strip-clubs to chuckle at other men who think they can
"have" them , and attempt to do same. I admire the talents of the
dancers who know how to work that fatally flawed conception into
profits. Its the best show in the house. :)
I never go to a club counting on being the exception that proves the
rule. Maybe that is why, on one or two occasions, I have been that
exception. As have yourself [but you know damn well Teena and
yourself didn't "find" each other because you were drooling at the tip
rail whistling and cat calling, or because you asked her, "What do you
do when you get off of work, Baby.", while fingering a couple of
hundred dollar bills in her line of sight].
I do my s-c philosophy is the reason that I have not suffered, though
I have worked in and or gone too clubs for 20 years now, the "customer
damage" related to so often in this NG. I also know that it is the
reason that, while I believe in tipping good entertainers for good
entertainment, I have not dropped a small fortune in greenbacks in a
lap club.
Matter of fact, the last couple of times I have gone to clubs was with
dancer friends who went with me for the EXACT same reasons I go. To
look at pretty women and admire their moves on the customers and, only
occasionally, get into the act themselves... which, as long term
readers of this NG know, I am not at all immune to myself... HEY, wait
a minute... that's it... I AM A DANCER!!!! <laughing>
Seriously... as this is getting long winded... It boils down to this:
Strip-clubbing is a condiment to a full life for those who find such
things [as I do] amusing. It replaces nothing. It heals nothing.
It is what it is, and no more than that.
Wishing very well,
Moresuo
It is my impression that there is nothing in a strip-club to "fix"
anything.
There are pretty naked women, a few chuckles, and a very limited
stroking of the male ego [I say limited because it ends the second you
walk out the clubhouse door] but that isn't the stew that heals very
much.
[SubSonic]
I'll go you one further -- I don't think there's *any* stroking of the
male ego, at least not with a sane male. I'm always amazed when I see guys
in this group allude to the alleged ego boost they get from SCing; can
they actually make themselves believe that the dancers' attentions are
about anything other than the money changing hands? I don't know whether I
should be envious or contemptuous of these guys, but to play it safe I
guess I'll go with contemptuous. I'm feeling cranky lately.
[Moresuo]
I do [think] my s-c philosophy is the reason that I have not suffered, though
I have worked in and or gone too clubs for 20 years now, the "customer
damage" related to so often in this NG. I also know that it is the
reason that, while I believe in tipping good entertainers for good
entertainment, I have not dropped a small fortune in greenbacks in a
lap club.
[SubSonic]
No need to cashtrate yourself if you can help it.
Moresuo]
It boils down to this:
Strip-clubbing is a condiment to a full life for those who find such
things [as I do] amusing. It replaces nothing. It heals nothing.
It is what it is, and no more than that.
[SubSonic]
And sometimes, it's less.
>[SubSonic]
>No need to cashtrate yourself if you can help it.
hmmmm... i hear a ASSC term in the coining!
oh lord - cashtration! hits far too close!!!!!
well done!
>CMG-->
>Whatever our approach, we're all fools the second we walk in the door.
Murf-->
.... Are we all fools the second we walk in the door, however? No more than
the person that walks in the door of a fine restaurant for an expensive
meal. That person craves a succulent dish that can't be had at Denny's
and is willing to pay the price. SC's are the same thing, with the dancers
being the menu items.
CMG-->
No, it is not the same, Murf. Indulgent spending is not the foolishness I
refer to. This is more like a doctrine you need to accept on faith. It's
an equalizer, a liberating point to start from...and to return to when
you're feeling either embarrassed or vain.
CMG--> Before rushing out to Blockbuster for the video, I recommend
getting a second opinion. Murf is the first person I have ever heard in
ANY context recommend the film 'Striptease'. Seeing Demi Moore's stunt
tits in the dreadful trailer was enough to convince me. (BTW, the book was
good.)
CMG--> Before rushing out to Blockbuster for the video, I recommend
getting a second opinion. Murf is the first person I have ever heard
in ANY context recommend the film 'Striptease'. Seeing Demi Moore's
stunt tits in the dreadful trailer was enough to convince me. (BTW,
the book was good.)
LMR--> Okay, I recommend Striptease. There are some fake tits in this
world that are pretty good, and Demi's aren't half bad. Book? Does it
have pictures?
Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson-->
In my experience people who are really good in their field are always
few and far between, no matter what the field in questions is. That's
where I run into trouble with CMG when he encourages us to spread it
around. When I find the one or two girls in a club that know just
where my buttons are and how to push them, then I don't ever want to
let them go. And I'll spend a pile of money to keep 'em too.
CMG-->
On the contrary, I am usually impressed with how my favorite dancers can
pass the time as though it isn't work. I've never found it necessary to
spend a pile just to keep them around. It simply isn't an issue. Either we
have a rapport that overshadows their taxi meter or I'm buying enough
dances to make it pay off for them. They wouldn't be my favorites if it
meant paying more over and above that. I only say to spread it around (or
save it) rather than wasting it in pursuit of false favors. Perhaps you
guys are attracted to a kind of "elite in their field" dancer that I don't
go for. Perhaps my faves are comfortable with me partly because I don't
make a huge fuss over them.
Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson-->
Based on what I've read here y'all would all call me a fool for what I
spend. But I can afford it so I'd tell you how I spend my money is my
own damn business.
CMG-->
I would never call you a fool for what you spend. Only for how you spend
it. You've already made that our business.
Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson-->
Somehow I've managed to do all this for years without encountering any
serious DP to speak of. (Never had to resort to "stealth tipping,"
great concept even though it seems to me that this defeats the whole
purpose!)
CMG-->
Dancer politics shouldn't be the customer's concern. Anytime I catch
myself acting a certain way to avoid DP, it's because I've taken an
earlier wrong turn to arrive at that juncture. So I say fuck it, let the
chips fall...
Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson-->
I'm pretty much only ever attracted to the experienced
professionals who've already figured it all out and that avoids a lot
of problems all by itself. Otherwise, when necessary, I just make it
plain that the fastest way to make me lose interest in you is to start
playing those kind of games on me. That kind of stuff makes me move
on right quick. So, maybe CMG and I aren't that far apart after all.
CMG-->
Maybe. I simply don't play. It can be sort of funny to joke about.
Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson-->
Ok, so that's my kink. Hope y'all are enjoying yours as much I enjoy
mine ...
CMG-->
I wish you enjoyed posting about it more often. Just talkin bout my
k-k-k-k kinda kinks...
CMG--> What it indicates is my fondness for slugfests and your fondness
for reading them twice.
John Cross-->
... that goes right where (IN MY OPINION) it ought to -
don't you ever hurt those honeys!
CMG--> Blech! With respect like that, who needs demeaning?
df-->
I'm sure CMG's delighted you chose to support him.
CMG--> Makes me tingly as hell, but I'd prefer a $5 or $10 tip. And, as
heartened as I was by Murf's ringing defense of my right to be a no-class
sleazeball, a couple hundred singles would have been a nicer gesture.
JC-->
So as an (national/international) aside to Shelly - my
guess is he is an okay guy so stop flinching when
he throws the occassional grenade in this
occassionally (HAH!) dancer infatuated group.
CMG--> Cute. Look who's giving lessons in flinch resistance.
JC-->
By the way dude - those hairs grew back - please
throw some napalm back my way.
CMG--> I don't do requests. Get over your problems with my tone, and maybe
we can rip into each other sometime.
>CMG--> [Don't!] Seeing Demi Moore's stunt tits in the dreadful trailer
was enough to convince me.
Murf-->
Your comment about judging the film by the trailer reminds me of an old
Smother's Brothers routine where Tom was saying the film 'Paint Your
Wagon' was stupid, then admitted he hadn't seen it.
Losing his cool at Dick, he shouted, "I'm an American! I don't have to
see something to know that it's stupid!"
CMG--> I saw "Paint Your Wagon". It was stupid. That proves "Striptease"
was stupid. I rest my case.
EYE-->
Strange. That was about the only point I did agree with. I know it's a
stretch to say that one should "leave them wanting more", but it is
accurate to say that one *shouldn't* leave them wanting less. What you
don't want to do is go beyond the point of diminishing returns. Ya know,
buy low, get high.
What you *really* want to avoid is the onset of Murphy's law. (anything
that can possibly go wrong, will) Hey, yer not related by any chance, are
you? I seem to detect a family resemblance.
>EYE-->
>Why an either/or when you can have it both ways? Indulgence is the name
>of the game here, blokes. There's nothing like the rush of those first few
>nano-seconds when your tentacles (with an "n") are out in full force,
>pulling in those initial impressions... a true rush to the senses. I make
>sure she gets familiar with my pelvic tendencies early in the game (work
>that learning curve, honey!), thereby rendering Murf's familiarity advise
>impertinent. No need to worry about being too forward. That's the
>privelege we're paying for. I know within moments, or sooner, if physical
>"X Factor" is going to kick in. If it doesn't, hey, it's only one dance ticket
>out of life.
>
>As for second helpings, repeat performances, being a regular, getting into
>the thick of DP, that's a rush in a completely different way.... more
>emotional/psychological than physiological, something to remember and
>savor (maybe even deliciously obsess over) and try (sometimes futilely)
>to repeat. Who among us could doubt the sustaining value of an Ophelia
>thighmaster squeeze to the internal Bubba within all of us, in those quiet
>moments between visits to the dog dish?
>
that was great - both sides are enjoyable and you
said it well - the only thing I could add to that
was said by guy who usually posts (usually)
excellent and quite salient points:
<It's your Fuck You money you're spending when you
buy a dance. That extra pile you've busted your
ass for, or lucked into, whatever, and you aren't
gonna let anybody tell you how to use it wisely.
The club is your place to say to the world, "Fuck
You. I'm blowin' it all on dance hall girls." The
last thing you want is to be acting like the Jerk
from Purchasing with your dancer.>
These words may disowned by the person who
originally posted them but I think they are the
cornerstone of the whole thing - I put in a
fucking miserable week (lucky I charge for every
hour) - how fucking DARE anyone to tell me how to
spend it?
CMG--> Yes, I certainly am. I don't agree that it's all just a matter of
you oh so tolerant ATFers condoning my "different" but "equally valid"
approach to clubbing blah blah. I'm okay and you're not. This thread
proves it. Only a delusional mind could buy into Shelly's self-serving
hokum. I want to make that clear to readers perplexed by ASSC's dreary
parade of ATF-centered posts, regardless of whether you ATFers change your
ways.
Marc--> I'd just started hoping this tired frayed thread was dead, and
then you had to say "I'm okay and you're not". You've got to be kidding...
don't you? I'm not delusional, nor do I buy into Shelly's post -- except
to the extent that if you follow her program you will indead find yourself
the subject of this tattered thread: "a dancer's favorite". Lucky girl.
My posts were in response to you, not Shelly. You consider my approch
boring, which is fine, but who gives a fuck? When I walk into my "home"
club I'm waved through the door. I stand in the dark and wait for my eyes
to adjust. Some people I can't even see greet me. Finally able to discern
an empty table, I find my seat. A waitress glides by silently, depositing
my prefered drink in front of me. Within moments a fave sits next to me
and we resume a conversation that ended with an ellipse a week ago.
Where's the mystery in that? Are you bored? Skip to the next post, I'm
enthralled.
Look at it this way CMG. I have the best of both worlds. I can walk into
my home club and experience the incredible comfort of the above scenario,
or I can drive up the road to a less familiar club and enjoy all the fun
and mystery of a new dancer or two. Whatever suits my mood. Of course,
even at the unfamiliar club chances are some dancer will stop by to talk
about old times. I'm not giving up a damn thing by having faves. I'm okay,
but I'm starting to wonder about you.
So dear readers, perplexed by the ATF phenomenon, fear not. Perhaps you
should not strive to find your own ATF, but should one just happen, you
don't need to flee CMG-like into the dark. Sit back and enjoy the company,
and make sure you know where your wallet is.
DrD--> Know what, Murf? I think you just might. At least it only took
*you* a couple of months to come to that conclusion. Me--I had to
wallow in obliviousness before it took. But it does, and brings a
balance that you might never achieve elsewise.
--
WARNING: A simple * didn't keep the parasites of the net from sending
unsolicited email. If you want to talk to me, convert the following to
an address: DrD at super dot zippo dot com.
DrD--> Oh, jeez. My favorite western. Any movie that has Lee Marvin
singing in it is a classic.
"I wuz boooorn undur a waandrin' star,
I wuz boo-orn undur a wandrin star."
God, they just don't make movies like that anymore.
df-->
I really shouldn't explain it, but I think you're an alright guy.
You asked if you were a snaggy. Earendil is the King of the Snaggies,
though he only seems to post in occasional drive-by mode.
During a political debate a Long Time Ago in a city Far Far Away, Dan
Quayle compared himself to JFK. His opponent said, "Jack Kennedy was a
friend of mine... and you, sir, are no Jack Kennedy!". It was a defining
moment; one of the few times that a political remark has given me chills.
Hence, my joke -- a backhand complement. In other words, you're not
quite as bad as you could be.
JC-->
i am trying to make this clear for you DF - i'm
just me.
df-->
It's clear. That you have your own special voice is the reason I pay any
attention to you. And the reason I can't resist making fun of you.
JC-->
>Sounds like you're threatening epiphanicide.
ah - i think i see the problem. you sir are
obviously a master epiphanologist and my ramblings
are to you as the squeakings of a violinist in
training are to a master violinist. my apologies!
df-->
No, this was a line of which I'm unreasonably proud.
JC-->
all i was doing, again trying to help you, was to
voice and try to understand the impact/effect that
running into the dancers has had on me.
df-->
The main help I need is a ride to the SC.
In other words, what you say is far less important than how you say it;
I'm very shallow.
JC-->
i used to think a SC simply was a great place to
drink beer and play pool, as well as talk/flirt
with bartendresses and waitresses.
df-->
Uh.. they're not?
JC-->
then i ran into dancers that did laps and that
changed the equation irrevocably for me.
i knew this group was here before but it didn't
mean anything until the epiphany of lap dancers.
then it became a place where i could find kindred
spirits with more (or less) experience than i in
this.
i am just an over-the-hill, over-weight,
occassionally over-paid contract programmer that
is trying to:
a) figure out where that truck that hit me went
b) figure out why I am willing to drive 2 hours
(Jax, Cocoa, Tampa) to have it happen again.
and no threats - just thinking SCs may be over my
head - as you think posting here is for me.
df-->
BTDT. Except I work direct, so I'm rarely overpaid.
JC-->
>(My irony's a little rusty.)
whatever
df-->
Within the context of the post, this is another good line!
JC-->
Jeez DF - you probably think this group is about
you! don't you! don't you!
(suitable apologies to Mz. Simon)
df-->
I know for a fact that it's not. Look at the HOF page. See my name
there?
The reason this group exists is:
1) to exchange information about clubs.
2) to meet like-minded computer geeks in clubs.
3) to entertain each other.
JC-->
By the way DF - what is your theme song? My guess
is NIN's "Head Like A Hole"
i.e. "Bow down before the one you serve"
df-->
I prefer another NIN song. Something about animals.
Procol Harem, Whiter Shade of Pale
Travis Tritt:
- I like women a little on the trashy side
- God have mercy on the working man
- Honky Tonk Angel
AND, for you
- Here's a Quarter
JC-->
>Dave's Friend
again - what's Dave's take on that?
df-->
Dave's my lawyer. I can't afford to ask him.
--
Dave's Friend
d...@accelenet.net
http://webhome.idirect.com/~beater/df_rev.html
DrD--> Oh, jeez. My favorite western. Any movie that has Lee Marvin
singing in it is a classic.
Rudeboy---> And any movie with both Clint Eastwood & Lee Marvin singing
immortalizes it in The Stupid Movie Hall of Fame....I also bet Jean
Seaberg's (R.I.P.) tits were more authentic than Demi's....
Moviebuffboy
>df-->
>
>I really shouldn't explain it, but I think you're an alright guy.
uh thanks - I think. that from you is like Shelly
saying she was starting to like Murf and me. she
can't have my money - and I know a grenade is
coming over the wall again - soon!
thanks for the explanation - i hate it when
people toss around inside jokes - unless of course
i'm on the inside, then it's okay.
>Hence, my joke -- a backhand complement. In other words, you're not
>quite as bad as you could be.
or most likely as bad as I will be.
That passionate spate of blither erupted after
spending a few days with my <insert current PC
term for SC un-indicted co-conspirators>. Like
your hemingway quote "and after it is over I feel
very sad but very fine", until of course I start
debating whether the dancers are my friends with
Mr. Daniels from Lynchburg TN - then usual poor-me
shit takes over.
>df-->
>It's clear. That you have your own special voice is the reason I pay any
>attention to you. And the reason I can't resist making fun of you.
poke away - i'll be fine until the end of next
week - after I celebrate my birthday with the
aforementioned favs. What's the phrase? Hair on
fire going Mach 5? Oh yeah - I'm gonna burn that
place down!
>df-->
>
>No, this was a line of which I'm unreasonably proud.
actually it was pretty good.
>JC-->
> i used to think a SC simply was a great place to
> drink beer and play pool, as well as talk/flirt
> with bartendresses and waitresses.
>
>df-->
>Uh.. they're not?
yeah they are - Sherry at Wacko's is great! Just
that in bars without dances (laps for me) I didn't
talk much with the dancers.
>
>JC-->
> >(My irony's a little rusty.)
> whatever
>
>df-->
>Within the context of the post, this is another good line!
nah - one good line a post I think. the irony
thing is almost as worn out as the A.. thing
but how 'bout that come back? stole it from Kurt
Cobain!
>JC-->
> Jeez DF - you probably think this group is about
> you! don't you! don't you!
> (suitable apologies to Mz. Simon)
now that was good - come on admit it!
>df-->
>
>I know for a fact that it's not. Look at the HOF page. See my name
>there?
the SF post was pretty good though
okay - the mutual admiration society can break up
now.
probably more like the Chuck Jones cartoon with
the Saint Bernard that guards the sheep and the
coyote/wolf (?) saying hi before they punch in on
the clock?
My .02 cents:
I found myself at a low point about 2 years ago- which is why I probably
became a regular at the time. I found myself planning to spend my excess (and
not so excess) cash in the clubs. It had become a "hobby" (One club, actually)
A very expensive hobby. But I learned one strategy that did maximize my fun:
Go there with the mindset that to have the most fun possible THAT NIGHT. My
point is, every night is going to be different, and if you go in expecting
something (someone) specific, it probably isn't going to happen. And as far as
blind laps go (sorry, does that mean seeing them lap others before?) I
actually PREFERED them a while back. I like to follow my instincts. There's
nothing like the thrill of seeing a dancer take it off the first time, but I
find it more intense when that happens while she's about to start a lap,
rather than on stage. I still follow my hunches, but I know I'll ALWAYS get a
great lap if she , err, "moves" me with her stage show. Which, unfortunately,
doesn't happen that much anymore (Am I too jaded?)
I guess what it all boils down to is that it's all in your head - and your
pants ;-)
Whoa, sorry if I digressed too much. About this ATF stuff: isn't it HER job to
become a guy's ATF? (Isn't role reversal what clubs are all about?)
Later y'all
ElCid
PS Murf- Don't go overboard, but enjoy your time at DV- There's nothing quite
like the first club you become a regular at. I've yet to get a boob facial,
Stevie Wonder , or my head caught in a good thigh squeeze since I arrived in
CA. I miss "my" club by the sea... :-(. Tallguy: SF es demasiado CARO!
CMG--> Well, sort of. I was ridiculing you and everybody else who took my
posts so personally, to the point of speculating whether I'm "an okay
guy".
[snip Marc's defense of his SCing approach, etc]
Marc--> I'm okay, but I'm starting to wonder about you.
CMG--> Excuse me for not playing. As DF said to John Cross, I really
shouldn't explain it, but I think...I won't.
Marc-->
So dear readers, perplexed by the ATF phenomenon, fear not. Perhaps you
should not strive to find your own ATF, but should one just happen, you
don't need to flee CMG-like into the dark.
CMG--> Cool! I always wanted to be a character in a soap opera.
>okay please help me:
>1) you only buy a dance when you like what the
>dancer does - if you like it alot you may buy
>alot?
Yup.
>2) do you tip at the tip rail?
Not as a rule.
>3) You don't pay for conversation?
Nope.
>so basically - if you both hit it off you hang
>and you buy dances from dancers that do what you
>like and are friendly?
Yup.
Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson
>Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson-->
>And lastly, or was it firstly, my tendency is to find
>myself trying to find a balance between the upscale gentleman's club
>with the type of ladies you find there and maximizing contact in the
>clubs where that's possible. I swing back and forth on that scale
>like a pendulum.
>
>CMG--> Hmm...vivid. So, I take it you wear boxers, Two Sheds?
Cute, real cute. Now you're getting just a bit too personal big boy.
Arthur "Two Sheds" Jackson
df-->
I recommend Striptease, too. Not because of the acting. Not because
of the plot. And not because of the photography. But because it can
be used to illustrate an excellent book.
The book did not have pictures. The movie did not have a plot.
Together, they work.
Ginger--> I agree.
df-->And I'm tired of you guys who only think about a dancer's tits.
Demi's got some problems: she can't act and she can't dance. BUT, and
I mean that sincerely, she does have some excellent qualities. <snip
redeeming(or not) qualities>
Ginger-->I agree wholeheartedly with your assessment of Demi. (I will
add, though, that she did a convincing job in the early 80's General
Hospital as reporter Jackie Templeton, who, at one time was involved
romantically with Robert Scorpio.)
DF-->PS: I noticed while watching the movie that I remembered good
scenes from the book and substituted them for what was going on in the
movie. So I enjoyed the movie.
Ginger-->I must've done the same thing.
I can't remember...did the movie have her ex dying grotesquely in with
the sugar cane....
Ginger Avante'
Brazen Hussy
( * ) ( * )
>Ginger-->I must've done the same thing.
>I can't remember...did the movie have her ex dying grotesquely in with
>the sugar cane....
Murf-->
Sadly, no.... He just went off to jail...
Come to think of it, the only people that die in the film are the PL and
the lawyer.
hmmmmm...
B
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LMR-->
Okay okay... did you see that ASS on her?
LMR--> Okay okay... did you see that ASS on her?
Z Bone--> No, but her pussy looked pretty good.
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Z Bone
LA Strip Club Gossip and Reviews
http://zbone.com
* smells clean
* looks clean
* can coordinate his clothes
* sweet breath
* likes to cuddle
* talks dirty
* likes it in the ass
* reads Tolstoy
* likes alternative music
* can cook
* loves to shop
* loves to drive fast
* likes to pull my tampon out with his teeth
* opened minded about animals
* is bisexual
* masturbates profusely
* likes to cross dress
* talks with a lisp
* can suck his own dick
Well, I haven't been around here for a while. And I might not be back for
a while, although I try to read preiodically. Problems with my accounts
and trying to get AOL to filter spam...
Anyway, I noticed an article in this thread, and I wanted to comment on
it. I tend to go to a club (and I haven't been there in a couple months
because I am studying for the bar) that doesn't have much to recommend it.
When my ATF is not there, I can't find an acceptable substitute.
I wanted to look into how I came there in the first place. A friend of
mine had a favorite there and he would drag me (I was driving) to this
"dive" over and over (that's what I thought at the time). In time, I
picked out some of the least objectionable dancers so i would have
something to do there. Their responses to me ranged from hostility to
humourous patronizing. Only one woman had a nice atitude, a good smile, a
hint of modesty, and paid enough attention to remember me from visit to
visit.
I can't say when I got hooked, but eventually I was going there on my own,
getting dances, and just gazing at her. (I am almost sure it has to do
with a deep-seated need for affection.) And nothing hooks you back up
after a 9-month s-c absence than walking in and having one give you a big
hug and remember your name and all the details of your life. (That you
told)
But in any case, when she is not there, the whole place becomes a dive
again.
Why do I go there, instead of a fancy place filled with attractive women?
When she is there, it's like finding a luscious, perfectly preserved peach
in the potato bin (I'm assuming that you like peaches better than
potatoes, and that the store lets you have the peach for the potato price
since it was in that bin.)
Philip
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Please Note that the domain name of my e-mail address is written backwards
to avoid that crap e-mail.
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FILTHY SISTER: It wouldn't be very good if I was on the rag... would
it?
FILTHY BROTHER: You'd love it... trust me... it feels gooood. It makes
me EXTRA horny. Especially when a clump falls out, then it flows like
a stream... I love it.
FILTHY SISTER: I wouldn't want to wear a tampon, though. I'd just
rather flow with impunity.
FILTHY BROTHER: Yeah! Damming it up sucks. I like it running down my
leg.
FILTHY SISTER: Oh hell yes... that warm feeling running down my leg
sounds cool...
FILTHY BROTHER: So, what does my piss taste like?
FILTHY SISTER: Your piss tasted pretty sweet.
FILTHY BROTHER: I kinda wanna taste Cousins piss. I already know he'll
taste good. The rest of him sure does.
FILTHY COUSIN: I probably taste like Chicken... errr... Soup.
Filthy is as Filthy does... or IS it?
Filthy Sister: I drink pee pee.
Filthy Cousin: Will you drink my pee pee?
Filthy Sister: Oh, of COURSE! How do you taste today?
Filthy Cousin: Well, I had plenty of Vitamin E today. 5,000 grams! So
my color is "healthy".
Filthy Sister:
Filthy Brother: