It was very habitual during my twenties to be in a strip club. I usually had more money than I knew what to do with, and found a place to spend it was in a strip club.
It shouldn't be surprising that I wrote a story set in a strip club, but nothing too sexual has gone on there... yet. A couple of spankings and a blowjob is all.
I haven't ever gotten to screw a dancer in all that time. I did date a dancer and by saying "dating" I'm not saying that I was a sugardaddy. I was dating a girl and then found out she was a dancer. Do I mind this? Hell no!
I did actually get rather casual with some of the dancers that I'd meet them and their boyfriend outside the club. I always treated them exactly as they seemed to me; women. It wasn't unusual to hear "your momma brought you up right!" Which I usually countered with "My daddy had a hand in it too." XD
I usually steered clear of girls that were new to dancing. Not because they lacked skill, but they lacked grace. A savvy dancer never had to ask anything with me (except maybe a break!
).
I was usually merciless in the VIP rooms. To most of the girl's credit, they didn't complain too much. Only one ever said "I've been dancing for a couple of hours straight for you, can I have a break?" I'd normally go in and spend at least 2-3 hours back there. Once or twice, I went in there after work and didn't come out until it was closing.
I never had sex with a stripper in or outside a club (aside from my girlfriend). I DID have a couch dance that was next to one guy and girl, and at one point, she turned around, bent over and he started going to town licking her like crazy. To each his own.
Also, if some guys get their jollies walking around in cum filled pants, that's their own business, that wasn't me either.
In recent years, it got to be painful having a hard-on for that long a period, to the point that even having an erection without release caused severe blue balls. The last time I went to a strip club was about 8 years ago. After having two dancers dance for me (not at the same time though that has happened once), I got up and described having blue balls which they both seemed ready to go home with me, but I knew something was wrong and politely (and shamefaced) said "No."
After jerking off at home, I still felt like someone had kicked me between the legs for several hours.
I always bought at least 3 drinks for myself (normally soda and normally I'd ask the bartender to pour out the drink then pour me two more the same way). I usually bought drinks for the girls I was with. I didn't "tip" beyond the usual dance tribute. I usually asked if that was okay and most dancers didn't seem to mind.
I always tipped the bartenders first.
In my early years, I think I said something off-color to the bartender. I was drinking at the time, and tickled pink at the idea of numerous ladies baring it all. Whatever happened I don't know, but after I left and went home, I found myself puking up black for a couple of hours.
I never drank a drink after that but understood strip bars work off the idea of patrons buying drinks.
Frankly, some strip bars (and I wasn't one to go to the REALLY nice ones) had dubious glass washing methods.
One owner or manager actually had the gall to insist I buy a drink (because I wasn't holding one).
"We have a two drink minimum requirement here!"
"I. already. bought. three." (not to mention I had also bought four "splits" for the dancer I had in the VIP room).
I usually asked if a dancer mind if I touch them in a non-sexual area (eg hips, hands, etc). This usually elicited a "not a problem" from most if not all.
I never pushed it beyond that. I usually found creative ways to work around the "no touching" rule. If they licked their nipples, then I'd blow air onto it. Two can play the teasing game.
In my early years I got the knack to ask a dancer to VIP dance for me after she came down off the stage, because if I didn't, then someone else would. Later on, I would just walk into a club and when I spotted someone I liked, I would just eyelock with her with a little smile on my face. That was usually enough to get her attention.
Frequently irreverent, after the first dance a dancer would do in the VIP for me, they would ask "How did you like that?" or "Did you like that?" which at first elicited a response from me like: "yes, please may I have another?"
but eventually would end up me saying, and it was hard to not burst out laughing when I said this considering the literal jaw-dropping outright shock on their face: "That was horrible! (pause) Do it again until you get it right dang it!"
(yes, they all knew it was a joke immediately after I said it.)
It shouldn't be surprising that I wrote a story set in a strip club, but nothing too sexual has gone on there... yet. A couple of spankings and a blowjob is all.
I haven't ever gotten to screw a dancer in all that time. I did date a dancer and by saying "dating" I'm not saying that I was a sugardaddy. I was dating a girl and then found out she was a dancer. Do I mind this? Hell no!
I did actually get rather casual with some of the dancers that I'd meet them and their boyfriend outside the club. I always treated them exactly as they seemed to me; women. It wasn't unusual to hear "your momma brought you up right!" Which I usually countered with "My daddy had a hand in it too." XD
I usually steered clear of girls that were new to dancing. Not because they lacked skill, but they lacked grace. A savvy dancer never had to ask anything with me (except maybe a break!
).I was usually merciless in the VIP rooms. To most of the girl's credit, they didn't complain too much. Only one ever said "I've been dancing for a couple of hours straight for you, can I have a break?" I'd normally go in and spend at least 2-3 hours back there. Once or twice, I went in there after work and didn't come out until it was closing.
I never had sex with a stripper in or outside a club (aside from my girlfriend). I DID have a couch dance that was next to one guy and girl, and at one point, she turned around, bent over and he started going to town licking her like crazy. To each his own.
Also, if some guys get their jollies walking around in cum filled pants, that's their own business, that wasn't me either.
In recent years, it got to be painful having a hard-on for that long a period, to the point that even having an erection without release caused severe blue balls. The last time I went to a strip club was about 8 years ago. After having two dancers dance for me (not at the same time though that has happened once), I got up and described having blue balls which they both seemed ready to go home with me, but I knew something was wrong and politely (and shamefaced) said "No."
After jerking off at home, I still felt like someone had kicked me between the legs for several hours.
I always bought at least 3 drinks for myself (normally soda and normally I'd ask the bartender to pour out the drink then pour me two more the same way). I usually bought drinks for the girls I was with. I didn't "tip" beyond the usual dance tribute. I usually asked if that was okay and most dancers didn't seem to mind.
I always tipped the bartenders first.
In my early years, I think I said something off-color to the bartender. I was drinking at the time, and tickled pink at the idea of numerous ladies baring it all. Whatever happened I don't know, but after I left and went home, I found myself puking up black for a couple of hours.
I never drank a drink after that but understood strip bars work off the idea of patrons buying drinks.
Frankly, some strip bars (and I wasn't one to go to the REALLY nice ones) had dubious glass washing methods.
One owner or manager actually had the gall to insist I buy a drink (because I wasn't holding one).
"We have a two drink minimum requirement here!"
"I. already. bought. three." (not to mention I had also bought four "splits" for the dancer I had in the VIP room).
I usually asked if a dancer mind if I touch them in a non-sexual area (eg hips, hands, etc). This usually elicited a "not a problem" from most if not all.
I never pushed it beyond that. I usually found creative ways to work around the "no touching" rule. If they licked their nipples, then I'd blow air onto it. Two can play the teasing game.
In my early years I got the knack to ask a dancer to VIP dance for me after she came down off the stage, because if I didn't, then someone else would. Later on, I would just walk into a club and when I spotted someone I liked, I would just eyelock with her with a little smile on my face. That was usually enough to get her attention.
Frequently irreverent, after the first dance a dancer would do in the VIP for me, they would ask "How did you like that?" or "Did you like that?" which at first elicited a response from me like: "yes, please may I have another?"
but eventually would end up me saying, and it was hard to not burst out laughing when I said this considering the literal jaw-dropping outright shock on their face: "That was horrible! (pause) Do it again until you get it right dang it!"
(yes, they all knew it was a joke immediately after I said it.)
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