True Strip Club Stories - What's Yours?

[Sparky Kronkite]

Strip Club Stories: What's yours? Here's a true one of mine.

1973 - just graduated PI (Paris Island) 1st squad leader, Pfc, the works (no blues though) - they made me an 0151 (Company Office Clerk) after turning down Annapolis. (Hey, I was but a mere Hippie caught up in the social machine, I wanted to do my time, get the fuck out and grow hair.)

OI51 school is on Paris Island. We had a weekend to kill. We (6 or 8 of us, can't remember) rented a van and headed toward Savannah to party. All in the same hotel room (hell we made $125 every two weeks back then) we went out a lot. Ended up at Hard Hearted Hanna's - a huge (semi-legal, meaning the girls were licensed and checked by doctors - see, the whole friggin' town, the Sheriff, the Judges, everybody was on the take in those days) whore house.

A big place Hanna's was - maybe 30 or 40 round tables, a long bar, a stage with either girls stripping or some bad Vaudeville type of comedian doing his thing. The waitresses where the working girls - dressed in something sheer and sexy. I was sitting at one of the tables with all my fresh, ready to kill, young Marines. One fellow, Dave M. - a 4th degree black belt before entering the Corp - was one very huge and very tough mother-fucker. Chit-chat with our girls took place and one was clearly targeting Dave. But Dave was too cool, too tough - he drank his beer and stared ahead. The girl started dancing for him - trying to tempt him, get his attention. Nope, didn't work. She finally (mostly for us looking on) pulled off one of her pasties (one with a tassel and sequins all over it) and put it down her crotch - she rubbed it around, pulled it out and placed it on Dave's shoulder. Dave? He just stared ahead. He put his beer down and rather daintily picked the pastie from his shoulder, between his forefinger and thumb, like a shrimp - he tilted his head back, opened his mouth and popped it in. He chewed it fairly thoroughly and with a big gulp - it was gone. He chased it with his beer. The girl was astonished. We cheered.

Crazy fucking Marines.

I eventually ended up upstairs with an older (but very attractive) woman name Arpeg'. We cut a deal (this being my first time with a hooker) - no holes barred and kissing allowed (I wanted to make love, or pretend to) - anything I wanted, as long as I wanted - $25. A very good deal.

I was 19.

I had trouble getting off. Not my thing. But I did - eventually. Never had a hooker since. No desire to.

Been to a few strip clubs though but not too often - I do enjoy the music and pretty women dancing.

Give me your best strip club story. Try.

 

[Expertise]

I could tell you about the time in Toronto that our battalion 2IC jumped into a 6 X 6 X 10 aquarium with a dancer in his arms to "show you young pussies how a real soldier handles his liquor".

I could tell you about the night in Acapulco that we spent hitting every seedy peel joint there was in search of "The Donkey Show" (later learning that it was non-existant in that part of Mexico) seeing parts of the city that VERY few touristas ever see. A night ending with several locals seperating my buddies and I from our cash....the fully automatic weapons were a tremendous insentive.

Nahhhh screw it....boring stories. Hee hee hee

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Tijuana...

Supposedly that's where the donkey shows are. Never witnessed one. Ran into a bit of auto-weaponry down/outside the tourist section of Cancuun - just a month ago. Little dudes (often kids) with big damn guns. Not a comforting experience.

 

[Expertise]

We remembered it was "TJ" the next morning at breakfast. These guys weren't kids. In fact they were doing a tremendous job of perpetuating an ethnic stereotype. Specificaly the bandito/narco-traficante.

Since we had already had most of our "on hand cash" seperated from us by more pleasant (drinking and tipping the dancers, before anyone starts) means it wasn't that great of a financial hardship. Besides we were too loaded to be really scared until the next morning.

 

[Cheri]

I am perpetually surprised what men will do to see some pussy. Then again I have one of my own, so what's the big deal? lol

 

[Expertise]

Cheri its not so much about seeing pussy as it is..... OK its about seeing pussy.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

I (we) actually...

Got pulled over in Cancun last month - luck it was in the tourist section. I ran a red light. Didn't see it, wacky intersection. Actual figured I did - as I was doing it - it seemed weird. But I remained a clueless Americaner. Got pulled over a couple hundred yards up the road. First guy - no English, me no Spanish. (Later I figured he was a test.) Second guy - broken English - tells me what I did - I say I figured, very, very sorry. We got to give you a ticket and take your license to insure payment. Hmmmm? I "honestly" figured that since we're in this mega-money-international-tourist-zone that they might have provisions to "pay on the spot." And I ask about that. He gives me a smile and a wink and asks me if I'm trying to bribe him. Uh oh. Nope I say, no way. He's asks me to step out of the car. Uh oh again. Behind the car. Uh oh thrice. My wife gets out and grabs our crying baby - now you know but one reason I so love this woman - smart girl. But too late - by this time I've figured out the whole scam, the shake down. Dos US $20's later we were on our way. No fuss, no muss.

[Edited by Sparky Kronkite on 08-29-2000 at 11:23 AM]

 

[Cheri]

Cheri its not so much about seeing pussy as it is..... OK its about seeing pussy.

Of course it's about pussy...I mean whaddya want? Stimulating conversation? Doubt it. What I want to know, naive as I am, can you smell the pussy in the air? And it is the freshly-washed-turned-on smell or the spent-the-whole-day-in-this-tight-g-string reek?

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Usually fresh - at least in American strip clubs - don't know much about others. And it's really not exactly "about seeing pussy" if what you mean is "vagina visuals." Many states don't allow that - it's all G-strings and pasties. It really is (to me anyway) erotic dancing/music/beautiful women. Any nakedness is a bonus and yes - all the way down to nothing when it can be "about seeing pussies."

And ah "the stripper tricks" too - the match tricks - ping pong balls - flapping bills under the breasts - barrowing a subjects glasss and getting them wet - and not to mention poll dancing.

Skills for the professional woman.

 

[Cheri]

Skills for the professional woman.

Skills, huh? True, I'm sure I am unable to do most of those things, then again I've never tried them so I might surprise myself. But you gotta admit, what might be sexy as hell done by a 20 year old, becomes less so by a 45 year old.

 

[Expertise]

Been in some that were damn near surgical in there cleanlieness .... others I felt like burning my clothes when I left.

Canada seems to have the best (haven't been in that many in other countries) but some of the ones in Mexico were pretty frightening.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I let the pump jockeys talk me into goin to this strip dive in Anchorage called PJs..

I found it vastly irritating. I happen to be a fan of overly loudly played heavy metal. Which they had in abundance. For 3 minutes. If the song wasn't 3 minutes long, they cut it off. I likened it to cutting off a man's erection in full throttle right before he started working up to orgasm. My response from all those greasy pump boys? You gonna dance?

Fuck and no.

Being the "virgin" strip club goer of the group, I was agog at the sights. The women there are allowed to show everything and boy did she ever. The only way a guy could see more is if she shoved a speculum up in there and handed the guy a flashlight. The, ummm, gentleman sitting next to me had tears in his eyes. "I'm so proud of her." He said, sniffling a moment, then snorting up some vodka. "She used to weigh about 300 pounds. Now look at her, under 200 pounds. Soon as they get the poles fixed, she can use them again!"

I could think of nothing to say to that.

The response from all those greasy pump boys? You gonna dance?

I found out later that it was amateur night. If I didn't dance, they'd have to pay a cover charge. If I danced, it was waived for myself and two others. When confronted with this, all they said was, You gonna dance?

AArrrrrghghgh. Men.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Been to PJ's too -

Isn't it called PJ's Beaver Trading Post or Beaver Lodge or some such thing? Can't remember. But it's pretty big. And speaking of big - went to Marquis De Sade in Houston during the last Republican convention. They had three stages, a big and two small. The big one has a giant fish take with sharks swimming in it - not to big of sharks but they must be about 3 ft. long. Very expensive place and if they get your card - you're dead meat. I hang back - don't get involved - just watch from afar and pay cash. DC has one called Clancy's House of Beef - no shit - an Old Irish steak joint turned strip club.

 

[Expertise]

The Airport Strip and Chez Paris in Toronto and the legendary Club SuperSex in Montreal. All are incredible.

Especially SuperSex.... there is just something about Quebecois women.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Hong Kong -

Went to one in Hong Kong - of course couldn't even tell you the name - weird though - not really a strip club - a series of little rooms with semi-private, circular bars, about 10 folks could sit at one. In the middle - a nude woman bartender. We looked around and the guy I was with is a black jazz drummer from San Fran - so he picks the room with the very curious black woman behind the bar. And guess what? She's from Cincinnati - an ex-pat, been living there 17 years and loves it. It takes all types. We stumbled out of there and almost got busted for public peeing - a big no-no in Hong Kong. Got lost. Hey there's lots of confusing neon going on there. Anyway, we were only a block from our hotel. Fucked up in Hong Kong.

 

[FlamingoBlue]

It was my son's 21st birthday....

I took him to Toronto for a 4 day weekend. One evening we had a wonderful meal at the Senator, went upstairs and listened to some great Jazz and several hours later, we hit Younge Street.

We walked for a while and went into one of the nude bars on the street. We watched a few of the air brushed beauties dance and after a while, I approached one of the "older" women and asked if she would dance privately for my son. He was gone for about 30 minutes. He returned to our table and we chatted. I asked him about his experience and he asked me how I happened to choose the woman that I did. I told him I would, AFTER he told me about his experience. (I only paid for a dance; nothing more).

My son described an hynotic experience of wine and dance.I aked how he liked the woman that I chse fr him . He said that she was beautiful BUT that her breasts sagged a bit. He also told me that she had a very lovely ass BUT that it, too, sagged a bit. He concluded by saying that she was very sensual and that she was quite different from the air brushed beauties. That's when I told him about the difference between fantasy and reality.

I specifically picked this dancer because she was reality. That's what life is all about. Real life is not great tits and a tight ass. Real life
sags a bit. I figured the sooner he learned that, the better off he would be.

Interestingly, he is now dating a lovely young lady. He has told me that she has cellulite on her ass and that he has a problem with that. Next time we chat, I think I'll remind him about Toronto.

[Edited by FlamingoBlue on 08-29-2000 at 03:58 PM]

 

[Skibum]

But you gotta admit, what might be sexy as hell done by a 20 year old, becomes less so by a 45 year old. [/B]

That all depends on the 45 year old!

My favorite strip club was Station K.N.O.X (Can You Dig It!) in Cosmosdale, KY. They had a girl there who danced with a 15 foot python wrapped around her. She was billed as Little Miss Nude France, but she had a Southern accent. Must have been from the South of France!

[Edited by Skibum on 08-29-2000 at 04:46 PM]

 

[Naked Hunny]

I remember my one and only trip to a stripclub!! Damn people and their dares!! Well they just happened to be remodeling so the only ladies room was the one in the dressing room!! SO my friend and I were talking to many of the strippers most of them Single moms trying to get through school actually!! Well we knew that the guys we were with were gonna pay the girls to come and dance for us so we talked to them about it!! Apparently their are different rules when it comes to dancing for other women hehe we got to touch god did the guys we were with flip out when two of the strippers came and sat on our laps and kissed us full on the mouth!! We didnt tell the guys that it was all planned till the next day needless to say we were pretty turned on and loaded at that point so on the way home my friend and i had our first umm lesbian experience in the backseat of her car hehe!! God life is good!!

 

[KillerMuffin]

No Sparnky, it's simply known as PJ's. Tourists don't visit, its on the underbelly of Spenard. You're no doubt thinking of the Bush Company.

 

[*Eve*]

I once went to a gay strip club with my male friend (who is also gay). The men were only wearing white socks and they would dance on the bar and wiggle right in your face. It was a little gross but I was so drunk, I was leaning over the bar and this one guy came in front of me and he was wiggling and pumping so close to my face that his penis was tapping my forhead. I am not making that up.

 

[Cheyenne]

Re: I let the pump jockeys talk me into goin to this strip dive in Anchorage called PJs..

Soon as they get the poles I found out later that it was amateur night. If I didn't dance, they'd have to pay a cover charge. If I danced, it was waived for myself and two others. When confronted with this, all they said was, You gonna dance?

AArrrrrghghgh. Men.

Well, did ya? Dance, that is.

 

[dancinvixen]

How is this. I am a exotic dancer, when I was first starting out, (like my first week) I had some guy pay me $40 to stand on the stage through two songs. He didn't want me to dance or anything, he just wanted to look at my feet. When he was done, I went back up front he went to the bathroom. When he was finished, he came out and said"Thank you, I can now go play my softball game, I have my hardon." The worst part about this, you could tell he wasn't wearing his cup, and he had stated he was a catcher. For the rest of the day, all I could think was "OUCH!!!"

 

[RonG]

I worked in the Auto Industry for awhile and entertaining clients always involved getting a load of dollar bills and spending way too much time in these joints. Get stuck going every week for a year and The Thrill is Gone, Baby.

But one time, we were at a strip club and one of the dancers looked familiar. I got a little closer and it was one of our employees who was out of work on disability with a back injury. Believe me, we didn't have any job in our shop that required as much athletic ability as spinning upside down around that post

She ended up losing her job over it but she told me that she was making four times what she used to, so WTF?

 

[Blues]

We all go to this small, divey, strip bar afer a nite of bowling and beer (we all were about 23 at the time). This one guy is super conservative looking, and not a great looking guy to boot. So this one girl is dancing and we all slip her a buck. Well, after her set ends she comes and sits with this guy, and is all over him for the next hour or so. Well, he thinks he is "The Man". So after a while all of our cash for drinks and tips on the bar runs out, and its time to pony up a few more bucks apiece. The guy finally realizes why this hot babe has been hanging on him for the last hour, instead of giving her a buck for the first tip, he gave her a $50(this was the early 80's). So at this point he was too embarrased to say anything to the girl, and we all had a hell of a laugh for many months to follow.

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

In New Orleans -

On Burbon Street there's this co-ed strip club - a real dive. My wife and I found it. The one woman I witnessed was big and bruised, god bless her for her courage (at the least) - then this thin-as-a-rail black guy comes on stage - seemingly gay - he's got a leopard G-string like thing on. He dances - no big deal. Then the lights dim - he produces what appears to be Ronson Lighter Fluid - pores it on his crotch and lights it. COOL! Blue/orange flames flying from his (rather large) leopard skinned member. WOW! Weird.