Stripper tales - Tell us your experiences and fantasies with (or as) an exotic dancer)

[ParkerSteve66]

As a teenager, in the early 1960s in New Orleans, I used to go to strip clubs - sip one beer for an hour or so. In this one really sleezy strip bar, the dancer came and stood by me and fondled my dick through my pants. She finally took it out and jerked me off - pretending she was watching someone else at the bar. After I came, she smiled and left.

 

[Buttboy7869]

As a teenager, in the early 1960s in New Orleans, I used to go to strip clubs - sip one beer for an hour or so. In this one really sleezy strip bar, the dancer came and stood by me and fondled my dick through my pants. She finally took it out and jerked me off - pretending she was watching someone else at the bar. After I came, she smiled and left.

I give and get blow jobs too. It’s great.

 

[eric_erosfan]

I haven't been to strip clubs in years but the funniest memory is of one in Montreal. I got a table dance by this crazy hot brunette. I was leaning forward in my seat and the girl danced on a small stool. She seemed to be having fun moving her pussy close to my face but then moving it away and giving me the wagging finger as if to say not for you. But one time she lost her balance and her pussy jammed right into my nose. She caught her balance grabbing my hair and the light over our table. When she pulled away I had a string of pussy juice connecting the tip of my nose and her pussy. She burst out laughing and asked if I was okay. I said it was the best dance ever.

 

[Boat1]

Many, many years ago, while on an overnight layover in Shreveport, LA, I saw a lovely dancer who could and did go down on herself.... needless to say, she got ALL my milk money!

 

[Gator66]

For many years I loved strip clubs and always just tried to have a fun chill time. A funny moment comes to mind when I was able to leave work early and found myself in a club around 3:00 in the afternoon. Since I had come from the office, I was dressed well. The place was fairly empty, and I was standing by the bar when a beautiful young woman comes around the corner from the entrance and says, "Are you the manager? They said I'd find you at the bar." Clearly, she was looking for work and I truly wanted to interview her and pretend to be the manager, but all I could say was, "I'm sorry hun, but I'm not him." Maybe someday I'll write a story about how the interview might have gone.

 

[Boat1]

If you're ever in Anchorage, Alaska, DON'T pass up on 'The Great Alaskan Bush Company!"

 

[Gator66]

I was, for a few years, an exotic dancer. A stripper. It started my second year in college when my athletic scholarship got cancelled. I needed to start making a lot of money in a hurry in order to stay in college.

It worked out pretty well. I made it through college, got my degree and got a "respectable" job. After that I left dancing behind.

It was an interesting period in my life, though, and not as negative and degrading as you might think. I had some fun with it, met some interesting people, and most of all kept myself afloat financially.

Have you known any exotic dancers in your life? Befriended or dated one? Or WERE you one? Or do you fantasize about that world at all?

Post here if you wanna talk about it!

I appreciate that you started this thread. I'm sure I'm not alone in saying that we're looking forward to hearing your stories. What was your first shift like? Was the club topless or fully nude? Was contact allowed? Were you propositioned often? Any fights with other dancers? My list of questions could go on and on. Thanks again!

 

[InYourPanties]

I found myself in a strip club on a weekend away with mates. Got chatting to the first dancer that came over. She was super cool and great to chat to and wasn’t pushy. She was hot but not really my type. She then spent 10 mins trying to find the perfect girl for me based on my preferred look. The particular dancer she’d recommended was busy and so I said I’d just have a few drinks and chill. She heads off to chat to other guys.

Over the next 30 mins or so I’m approached by half a dozen or so dancers all of whom are super pushy and just want to talk about going for a private dance.

In the end I decide id much rather spend my money on the cool dancer who was just easy to chat to.

she gave me the best dance I’ve ever had. I’m big into eye contact when I get a dance, which she really seemed to get off on as she grinded on my hard cock through my pants.

She kept stopping because she said it was getting her close as she grinded. I actually called her out on it jokingly saying that I bet she uses that line with everyone.

Bouncer comes in to signal the end of the time and I thank her and tip her then head off for the evening. Wasn’t until I got back to the hotel that I realised she’d left a stain all over my jeans on the thigh she’d been dancing over…. Definitely been a memory for the wank bank.

 

[lc69hunter]

If you're ever in Anchorage, Alaska, DON'T pass up on 'The Great Alaskan Bush Company!"

Been there, several times

 

[Creative_Juices]

Prob about ten years ago I used to go to a certain strip club with semi regularity. There was a tall, sexy black dancer who did kind of a strip circuit three or four months in a place and then moved on. I had been in there on an off night, very dead and we’d talked a long time and hit it off. I did a couple private dances w her in appreciation of the normalcy of us talking and her not hard selling more.
The next time I saw her was on a crowded Friday night. She gave me a big smile when she saw me but she was busy. I drank some beers and she came up to me and she whispered in my ear, “I’m really horny, if you have a condom you can fuck me.”
Devastated, I said I had no condom. She said back bathroom past the food line there is a machine in there. Sure enough she was right, four quarters later, I’m armed and ready.
We go into a back corner couch area, pull my cock through my zipper, roll on the condom and she hops on. She was very wet, very tight and she rode me close and enthusiastically for prob about three songs. She came twice and asked me if I had cum. I was like nope and not going to, I just wanted to help you out. It was pretty awesome… I only saw her one other time there and didn’t get the same offer again. I took four quarters in every time for a while though just in case.

 

[SouthByWest]

Never been to a strip club. But I dated two ex-strippers.

 

[BiWifeMyrtleBeach]

Lust Gentlemans Club, Thee Dollhouse, Masters Club are some of the higher end strip clubs here at Myrtle Beach my husband and I go to once in a while but years ago there were two strip clubs here that we frequented on a fairly regular basis. One known as The White House Club, the other as Nuttin Butt Horseplay. Women who worked at the last two were not supermodels. Many were normal every day working moms and wives, who worked their to supplement their income. Others were college age women working their way through school here at Coastal Carolina University. While to some it was "just a job", we met several who found the exhibitionist nature of the work an extension of their sexuality and were turned on by what they did. I actually worked briefly as a stripper/bartender at a club in the late 1980's and that was how I met my husband who at the time was working as a beer delivery driver.

Two of the girls we met, we later met their husbands and discovered they were as like minded about the swinging lifestyle as we were and they were part of our group for several years. Most of the strippers we came in contact with were likewise bisexual and I have on more than one occasion had my pussy eaten in a private room by one of the dancers. One girl who went by the name Mercedes, (her real name was Shannon) was was a stunning brunette but dedicated lesbian, with whom I had a girl girl sexual relationship with for about two years before she moved out west.

While the higher end clubs are nice and the women sexy, we miss those other clubs and talk about them from time to time when having sex.

 

[MH2024hot]

Had driven by this one club several times on work related travel. Great reviews and pretty ladies. But I was terrified of getting caught or something as I'm married. Finally worked up my courage, took a viagra an hour or so before and drove up. Wore some thin pants too so I could really feel it if a stripper started grinding on me. Was Met by a pretty lady at the front, will call her Katie, and we chatted for a while. She offered to dance for me if I didn't find anyone I fancied. I got a tour of the place, most of girls were preoccupied. I was going to walk out but my heart was racing. I was so fucking horny. I went back to the front and asked Katie and she smiled, took my hand and we walked back to the booth. My heart is beating so hard and she stands there, looking me in the eye as she strips. Absolutely gorgeous body, beautiful breasts and nipples just like my wife. Katie offers them to me and I suck on her left nipple. She moans and starts to grind me. Then she says I have to suck the other one. After several minutes of her grinding me I lift her up "I think I'm going to lose it" I say and she just smiles and continues. I finally burst, the cum is gushing in my underwear and I'm gently pinching her nipples and saying how much better she is than my wife. She continues to dance for me and when done, she walks me out holding my arm and I leave with cum soaked underwear, feels deliciously dirty. Incredible endorphin rush.

 

[lil_jenni]

I tried stripping twice in my life, and I didn't like it either time. The first time I was 19 and it was at a BYOB totally nude club in Vegas. It was my second year in college and I thought it would be a laugh. I hated it. I mean, I'd stripped down and danced at parties, but it felt different doing it in a club. Too many eyes on me, and the customers were mostly too old and mostly too creepy. Anyway, I only did it a few times and decided it wasn't for me.

The second time was in my mid twenties. I had broken up with my fiance (my now Hubby) after cheating on him and was drinking heavily. I danced in a big club with multiple stages and a ton of dancers. I lasted about a week before deciding to work at a legal brothel outside Vegas. I was hating myself so much I thought it was what I deserved. Also, I kind of thought whoring was a bit more honorable than teasing. Like I said, I was drinking a lot. I didn't work a single night dancing sober, and the drinking only got worse at the brothel.

Anyway, I don't remember many details from my second attempt stripping. It was rather a blur. I know I got in trouble a few times for touching too much, and I vomited on a customer once. I also slapped a guy for saying my boobs were too small. Like I said, I was drinking a lot.

 

[lil_jenni]

On the customer side, I have a sometime FWB who is a stripper. I've seen her dance a few times and gotten some extremely erotic dances from her. It's funny... we touched a lot more in the club she worked at than when I got in trouble for doing when I tried dancing, but the management didn't seem to care.

 

[rushman1uk]

I did walk around the audience but I didn't serve beer or collect money. I never took money off the audience.
The clubs I danced in used to be workingmen's social clubs run by trades unions, the men would even take their wives into the club, there would be pool and snooker rooms, bingo, and live shows. Striptease was just a more acceptable form of entertainment back then. I heard stories about the clubs in London and it wasn't all good.

In the early 90's I was at a Social Club in Pelaw for the stripper on the Sunday lunchtime. There was 4 o f us, myself and 3 mates. We were about three quarters of the way back from the stage. Anyway, a stripper came on the stage and one of my mates legged it out the door, us 3 looking really confused as to why? After she had finished, one of my mates went looking for him & when he came back, the reason he bolted was it was his cousin lol.

 

[jaF0]

Dive bars ....

I remember one where one of the waitresses had a hole in her belly so deep you could stick a finger in it. Fully healed over, but it didn't seem like it ccould have been anything but a bullet hole.

Nother time, different place, different group of co-workers. Dancer was late, so one of the waitresses got up on stage. Not pleasant to look at. We all said, if she strips, we're leaving. She did. We did.