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"Closer" should be a strip club standard. You'd have to be completely uncoordinated to not give a sensual dance while that song is playing. "Lick" by Joi is another great song to dance to. Not that I own a pole or anything...
Strip clubs in the South are really luck of the draw in terms of quality, except the ones in Atlanta. The Cheetah in Atlanta is AMAZING. They serve mashed potatoes. Mashed potatoes in a strip club. I genuinely couldn't stop laughing about that.
BTW, the one movie to get modern strip club and strip club ettiquite right is probably "Big Fan" with Patton Oswalt. It's clear neither his character nor Kevin Corrigan's have been to a strip club, and it's the darkest, scariest, most unwelcome place to them, and they are absolutely STUNNED at how expensive everything is. They're stalking star football player Quantrell Bishop, and he's with an entourage, and when you see an entourage in a somewhat closed-off part of a strip club, they might as well be in Valhalla. Pretty darkly funny moment in a decent movie.
Beleive it or not, I've only been to one strip club. Worst experience of my life, as far as going out for drinks with my friends. We had free passes to check out Silk Exotic, so we decided to check it out one Saturday night. I brought like 100 in singles, and thought that would be plenty of cash. After we got in, and I ordered my 9 dollar Miller Lite, we sat around the stage. My friends were really into it, but it just wasn't my thing. They told me to place the dollar bills in certian areas, like my mouth, and the stripper would come up and grab it with her breasts. eh... stupid me, i ended up talking to some girl who wanted to do shots with me and my friends. Of course, I bought, and it ended up costing close to 50 bucks. So here I am, 45 mintues in and only have like 25 bucks left, so I decided to use the ATM in the club. Good thing I noticed the $20 ATM fee they were charging before I completed my transaction. i was ready to leave, only for my friend to convince me to hang around for a few more songs. The next dancer came up, and asked me to place a dollar bill in my mouth. When she went in to grab it, she unexpectedly grabbed my head and smashed it in between her breasts. I smashed my nose so hard on her breastbone that blood came pouring out. Sure enough, she broke my fucking nose. Never been back.
Not that I...doubt your story, but how the hell do you not sue or demand compensation of the place after that? I'm not even a lawsuit happy kind of guy*, but someone who isn't me would definitely be paying my medical bills if I was injured to that extent. Also, this thread became way more active that I expected it to be. I'm happy about that.
*Though I am currently considering filing one. Irony.
Not that I...doubt your story, but how the hell do you not sue or demand compensation of the place after that? I'm not even a lawsuit happy kind of guy*, but someone who isn't me would definitely be paying my medical bills if I was injured to that extent. Also, this thread became way more active that I expected it to be. I'm happy about that.
*Though I am currently considering filing one. Irony.
one big reason. I was 20, and had a fake ID that I used to get in. They offered to take me to the hospitcal and a boat load of free passes and such, but I just wanted to go home. The whole thing was just embarassing, getting out of there was main concern at the time. It wasn't a bad broken nose, but it was swollen for a couple weeks and I was sneezing out painful blood for a couple days.
I'm sure it really sucked at the time, but I hope that's a story you can laugh about now.
Because it's kind of fucking hilarious, Nick.
me and my friends laugh about it all the time. I mostly throw it in their faces anytime they want to do something I don't want to do. "like the one time, you dragged me to the strip club, and the stripper broke my nose!"
I've never been, but I feel confident that this thread is 1000% more fun than any strip club. And far less expensive.
I have some qualms about the clubs, but I'll leave those aside for my primary reason for having never been - and no desire to go - is that I don't get it. I mean, I get, yeah, tits, ass. Women that look great in dim lighting and through a haze of smoke machines and drinks.
But if I'm hungry, you know what I do? I eat. I don't pay someone to hold a plate of food in front of me, waft the food odor around my nose, and then take it away.
If I'm horny, I have plenty of more satisfying and less savings account-debilitating ways to take care of that, too.
And I'm with mcnooj in grumpy old man territory about these places, too. Nothing I read about them sounds the least bit appealing in real life to me.
As much as I love naked girls, I always had a feeling that I would not enjoy a strip club. I figured the sleaziness that doesn't bother me in other low rent establishments, would severely disrupt my enjoyment of watching girls dance. Perhaps because I don't buy into the whole 'I'm saving up for tuition' bullshit - most of them girls are not gonna be becoming anything other than what they are, or so I think.
I got married last year, and of course the one dude in my company of friends - you know the one, the guy who HAS TO GET SOME PUSSY TONIGHT, convinced me that a bachelor party with no titties is a fail. So, with a small crowd (7 of us) we walk in a pretty expensive strip club in Moscow, Russia. Cover charge is around 50$. It's early, around 9 or so, there is a very enticing blonde dancing up on the stage and the whole club is empty. The music is quiet and I am being lulled into a false sense of security. We get a good table and order some drinks. This might be quite good.
Approximately 20 seconds later, music goes up 300 percent and 15 more girls walk out in a parade of t & a. Four of them join us and as soon as my personal space gets invaded, I begin to feel not so hot anymore. A big breasted butterface sits on my lap and slides her fingers between the buttons of my shirt. She says, in hushed tones that you expect girls of her kind to speak in:
"Whats up?"
"Nothin"
"Very shy are you?"
Fuck it, I was outta there 5 seconds later. Strip clubs turned out to be exactly like I expected. Nowadays, the dude who got me to go there, is trying his damnedest to get me to join him in a brothel trip, showing me photos of chicks he banged there, and well, he's got a point.
De gustibus non est disputandum, of course.
But I really don't get this negativity. I went to a strip club yesterday with a buddy of mine. A pretty fucking gorgeous girl came up and sat next to me. The kind you really don't want to say no to. So I bough her a drink, she sat on my lap for really quite a long time since it was a slow night and we watched other gorgeous girls dance. After about half an hour we went to a private booth, I bought a couple of dances (what she lacked in moves she made up in enthusiasm and eye-fucking ability) and I went back to the main floor. The main attraction came on and was great so I bought a dance from her too. After being made to feel like I was in a Motley Crue video, we paid up and went our merry way. No one acted gross, no one tried to rip anyone off, the girls (when not making the rounds) mostly hung around with each other talking and making jokes, there was literally nothing to make me feel the least bit weird. OK, it's not the cheapest way to spend a few hours but it's not like I'm there day in and day out.
OK, it's not the cheapest way to spend a few hours but it's not like I'm there day in and day out.
I reiterate my analogy: when I'm hungry, I can't imagine paying someone - and paying them exorbitantly - to hold a plate of food in front of me, tell me how tasty it is, let me take in its smell....and then put it away, never to be eaten.
This makes no sense to me whatsover.
Why? Sometimes I pay women way, way, way out of my league to dance naked for me. Sometimes I pay less attractive women than the previous ones for them to have sex with me. Sometimes I pay for the drinks of even less attractive women so they'll get drunk and have sex with me. Sometimes I get really into a woman and go for the whole dating song and dance, so that she'll have sex with me. Sometimes I get porn from the internet. All of this seems pretty damn normal.
But then, I could be some sort of degenerate. Who knows?
I have no problem with strip clubs, but they usually are a hell of a lot more expensive than going for drinks. I can never find it in myself to justify that amount for a lapdance from someone who doesn't even like me.
Why? Sometimes I pay women way, way, way out of my league to dance naked for me. Sometimes I pay less attractive women than the previous ones for them to have sex with me. Sometimes I pay for the drinks of even less attractive women so they'll get drunk and have sex with me. Sometimes I get really into a woman and go for the whole dating song and dance, so that she'll have sex with me. Sometimes I get porn from the internet. All of this seems pretty damn normal.
But then, I could be some sort of degenerate. Who knows?
You're filth!!!
Not really. Everyone pays for it somehow. And to the smug asshole who says, "I never pay for it", well, fuck you. You do, you just don't have the self-awareness to see it. If you're not paying for it, you're not getting it.
This is sounding a lot more embittered and angry than I intended. Damn this strip club thread and the shameful, confusing assortment of emotions it arouses.
I guess I just think about my HS girlfriend, a real trainwreck of a girl (so I course I was completely in love). She once told me, near the end of our relationship, that her prospects for a future were either to be a stripper (which I think was code for escort) or a cocktail waitress making one tenth as much as getting hit on about an equal amount. Rarely have words so devastated me. I'll probably never forget that moment. Not that I think all strip clubs are evil or whatever. My feelings towards them are... complicated I guess.
But then, I could be some sort of degenerate. Who knows?
The sex part I understand. The internet thing I understand. To be clear, I'm not coming at this from a moral standpoint - so if your sarcasm about being a degenerate was aimed at me, it was wasted. I understand being a guy with urges and energy, and if both parties are consensual, then get to it, whatever the specifics and quid pro quo.
No, I'm meaning I personally don't understand blowing hundreds of dollars for something that would only make me more frustrated and lonely, when I can stay at home take care of things for free, and at least get to completion with it. Strip clubs and lap dances, assuming no actual sexual activity, just seem like expensive exercises in frustration to me.
Not really. Everyone pays for it somehow. And to the smug asshole who says, "I never pay for it", well, fuck you. You do, you just don't have the self-awareness to see it. If you're not paying for it, you're not getting it.
I agree with this 100%. The exchange may not be as blatant as money for getting off, and it can be very mutually beneficial and edifying....but there's always some kind of cost involved.
No, I'm meaning I personally don't understand blowing hundreds of dollars for something that would only make me more frustrated and lonely... just seem like expensive exercises in frustration to me.
Some guys are into that whole thing. Denial, etc. Not that I'm accusing Stelios (or any strip club enthusiasts) of this, just making a connection... Moving on...
I guess now would be an appropriate time to note that the last strip club I went too was the Body Shop on Sunset Blvd. a few years back. It burned to the ground a few days after my visit. There's one near the LA Ports supposedly frequented by Longshoreman called "Sugar Walls". I have not partaken, but I have seriously considered it on several occasions.
Sex is harder to get than food. Or is that just my own bad luck speaking?
depends on the food I suppose.
All this negativity does seem over the top. "No thank you" are the most important words you can learn. Go to a club that doesn't have exorbitant drink prices, learn the aforementioned phrase, and you have an enjoyable time and don't get wallet raped. Believe it or not, turning a stripper down for a dance won't invite a swarm of bouncers to kick your ass, throw you out the back door and leave you for dead. Don't waste your money on dances, have some drinks, and enjoy the naked girls dancing on stage. Toss a few bucks for tips and it's a good night. It's not that complicated and beer and boobies are fun.
And if the stripper pulls the whole "well would you like to tip me?" thing, repeat the words of power. Never tip a person who has to ask for it.
Forgot to mention a 3rd time I went with my buddy who's birthday it was, and it was just us hitting up the 2 strip clubs that are near each other. That time, and the previous time, I did use the "Words Of Power" mentioned above. Wasn't that hard to say either.
Funny story during my second time. There was a stripper that was apparently stripping for her first time ever (probably a lie), and my friend and I were sitting at the first table in front of the stage. They had a hamburger combo giveaway that I was the only person who said that he wanted it, so even though we had already eaten, I'm not one to turn down free food.
While I was eating the hamburger, the new girl was entertaining some guys at the table next to us. When she was done with them, she slinked over to our table, and had what was probably the hungriest look on a person's face that I'd ever seen up until then. She was pretty damn skinny. She asked if she could have some of my fries. I obliged and told her that I just got the combo because it was free.
So yeah, I gave a stripper french fries.
Funny I just found this thread. Found myself in a strip club last month in Detroit of all places! It was nicer than any of the NYC clubs I've been to, the women were hot, and a few could really work the pole. It was a good time. More like a fancy bar with several stages throughout the joint. In all of my experiences, the women in our party got hit on by the strippers more than the men. Have never been to a really skeevy place, but no matter where you go people watching is definitely the best part.
I've also been to a Chippendale's show (my good friend was one of the dancers) and that is a whole other beast. The men aren't allowed to show their penises so they wear speedos with dick sleeves. Watching a dude spin his penis around and flip it up and down is not sexy. And the women that go to these things, ewww. Huge fat chicks just eager to touch a man. And the squealing... I hate "WOO!" girls in regular bars, and there were hundreds of them all screaming at once. Definitely my version of hell. I'm not gonna lie, there were some hot looking dudes. But over all the performances were wooden (ha!) and once the clothes came off, it just got ridiculous rather than sexy.
Originally Posted by Shuller
Fuck it, I was outta there 5 seconds later. Strip clubs turned out to be exactly like I expected. Nowadays, the dude who got me to go there, is trying his damnedest to get me to join him in a brothel trip, showing me photos of chicks he banged there, and well, he's got a point.
Is this a thing now? A guy I went to college with flies down to Brazil on the regular with his buddies to fuck chicks in a whorehouse. They got those in the States for a hell of a lot cheaper. And of course, after paying to have sex with the same girl over several moths of visits, he was convinced she was in love with him. Uh, that's her job - to make you want to keep coming back. Boys are dumb!
Is this a thing now? A guy I went to college with flies down to Brazil on the regular with his buddies to fuck chicks in a whorehouse. They got those in the States for a hell of a lot cheaper. And of course, after paying to have sex with the same girl over several moths of visits, he was convinced she was in love with him. Uh, that's her job - to make you want to keep coming back. Boys are dumb!
Heh. Good ol'sex tourism. What's next for him? Thailand? He'd better watch out because apparently Brazil is pretty high up there with the whole child sex tourism/slavery thing.
Went to a strip club this one time and one of the dancers was rolling around on the stage, doing her thing. She took one of the dollar bills that was strewn about and folded it hot dog style. She managed to position herself with her knees next to her head and placed the dollar bill on her crotch, a little green legal tender tent. She then proceeded to queef the thing off of her pussy and it fluttered to her stage.
I'm sure there are cooler things that these chicks can do with there vaginas, but I probably won't be there to witness it.
Not that I...doubt your story, but how the hell do you not sue or demand compensation of the place after that? I'm not even a lawsuit happy kind of guy*, but someone who isn't me would definitely be paying my medical bills if I was injured to that extent.
It's a NickP story, so here, keep this with you at all times:
or two or three.... lol
Beleive it or not, I've only been to one strip club. Worst experience of my life, as far as going out for drinks with my friends. We had free passes to check out Silk Exotic, so we decided to check it out one Saturday night. I brought like 100 in singles, and thought that would be plenty of cash. After we got in, and I ordered my 9 dollar Miller Lite, we sat around the stage. My friends were really into it, but it just wasn't my thing. They told me to place the dollar bills in certian areas, like my mouth, and the stripper would come up and grab it with her breasts. eh... stupid me, i ended up talking to some girl who wanted to do shots with me and my friends. Of course, I bought, and it ended up costing close to 50 bucks. So here I am, 45 mintues in and only have like 25 bucks left, so I decided to use the ATM in the club. Good thing I noticed the $20 ATM fee they were charging before I completed my transaction. i was ready to leave, only for my friend to convince me to hang around for a few more songs. The next dancer came up, and asked me to place a dollar bill in my mouth. When she went in to grab it, she unexpectedly grabbed my head and smashed it in between her breasts. I smashed my nose so hard on her breastbone that blood came pouring out. Sure enough, she broke my fucking nose. Never been back.
Yikes! That's definitely cause for compensation. Also, the ATM fees in NYC strip clubs start at $60 and I've seen one as much as $200!
No, I'm meaning I personally don't understand blowing hundreds of dollars for something that would only make me more frustrated and lonely, when I can stay at home take care of things for free, and at least get to completion with it. Strip clubs and lap dances, assuming no actual sexual activity, just seem like expensive exercises in frustration to me.
This has pretty much kept me out of strip clubs for most of my life, though conversely the handful of times I've been to one I've had a reasonably good time.
Most of the people who frequent these joints are social lepers. They aren't get laid on the regular in normal situations. Having a (relatively) hot girl give them a lap dance, for some people, is the best they'll ever get. For others, it is just a fun way to pass the time. Who wouldn't want a hot chick dancing in their lap? Would you want more? Probably. But some is better than none. And the 10 minutes or so of chick giving you all her attention is pretty damn fantastic. Again, my experience has only been in upscale clubs. I can't imagine going into a seedy dive and watching meth face/preggo dancers and getting turned on. Again, I'd imagine you'd be pretty desperate for female companionship to go into those sorts of places. A guy friend of mine said he ended up getting dragged to a skeevy strip club where one woman spread her legs in front of them and a tampon string was hanging out. I understand a girl has got to work, but alter your moves or something. Nobody wants to see that.
Also, I forgot to mention this in my previous post, but on the side of the highway on the way to the Detroit airport is a billboard for a strip club called The Landing Strip. It featured an airplane flying in between a woman's legs. I chuckled.
well, without strip clubs, the college dropout rate for women would be nearly 90%. I mean, all strippers are paying their way through college, right?
Who wouldn't want a hot chick dancing in their lap? Would you want more? Probably. But some is better than none. And the 10 minutes or so of chick giving you all her attention is pretty damn fantastic.
I can - conceptually - understand getting it a kick out of it if 1)it was an uncommon-to-rare thing for a guy to do (pay for the lapdance, I mean) 2) if it's an upscale place like you say and 3) you're reasonably assured of having actual sex with someone you're not paying for the privilege sometime in the near future.
But if I was in the midst of a long, dry spell and no reason to think it would end soon, a lapdance would be back to the whole "paying someone to waft a plate of food in front of a hungry guy" metaphor. For me, at least. I'm not a banger-and-leave'er sort, never have been. Without some sort of meaningful emotional connection, messing around with someone usually just feels worse afterward.
A buddy of mine regularly went to a strip club, blew hundreds of dollars on lapdances (and never had anything more, AFAIK). He was not someone who had any kind of luck with the ladies, so while I viewed it was a waste of time and money, it seemed to be what he needed. If it works for him, OK. It's just not something I'm interested in, especially as a placebo for the real thing.
Michael, strip clubs aren't in lieu of getting laid. It's a whole other thing. There are many degrees to paying for sexual gratification.
During the mid-90s I was working as a carpenter doing commercial construction as part of a gang of 30-40 guys and our boss was such a fan of strippers that on several occasion when it came time for the roof shout* he would go above and beyond the usual beers + lamb-on-a-spit equation and hire three or four strippers.
And, to be clear, this was happening on a large building site, like an office block floor that's not fitted out with partitions yet, rather than in a strip club proper. By the time the roof is on the place is closed in against the weather - it's like the building's outer skin is finished - and the boss would have a couple of us knock together a stage for the girls, but use scaffolding pipe to erect stripper poles too. The girls would arrive and as they came in you could see the looks on their faces as they checked out the dubious surroundings thinking, "Really? We're performing on a half-completed construction site?" but then they'd see the stage and the poles and perk up, almost like, "Aw, you guuuuuuys ... you cared enough to build us a stage to perform on." A mixture of relief that they weren't performing on the floor and amusement that we'd gone to some trouble to at least put them on some kind of pedestal. They seemed to like that they were respected enough that we'd taken time out of our day to make them feel more "at home".
During that time, moving with that bunch of rowdy working class lads, I went to strip clubs often, but the dancers in the clubs were never fun like the girls who came out to the sites were. I was under no illusions that the girls who came to the roof shouts were there to have fun - they were there to work, obviously - but they also seemed genuinely appreciative of the fact that we were so appreciative of them making their way out to a less than ideal setting that we'd gone to some physical effiort to accomodate their needs, and once they were into the groove and found out we were a crowd who would hoot an holler encouragement rather than a bunch of creepy silent leerers they even seemed to genuinely enjoy it. The girls in the clubs always just seem like they're there to work.
I've never felt the need nor desire to get a lap dance.
* A traditional feed/piss-up** for the tradesmen paid for by the client at the stage of the job where the roof cladding has been finished.
** "Piss-up" is UK/Aus/NZ slang for a drinking session.
There were a number of strip clubs in the county where I grew up. But the one that always fascinated me was located in the boonies.
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But sometimes I still carry a pen and pad.
Great post Gabe.
Michael, strip clubs aren't in lieu of getting laid. It's a whole other thing. There are many degrees to paying for sexual gratification.
In theory, I get this. And as I've been saying - if it works for you, fine. It just seems to me to be paying to be more intensely frustrated. Which may be your thing (and I mean that 100% sarcasm-free - been listening to a lot of Savage Love podcasts; who am I to cast aspersions on someone getting off on not getting off?). I do think it's in lieu of actual sexual activity for some guys. Not so for others. Either way, ultimately, as long as there's no coercion and everyone plays safely, ain't none of my business and it's no skin off my shaft, to adapt a phrase.
Maybe I'm too simple minded about sex. Maybe I'm attaching too much emotional meaning to it. Dunno. It's not something that holds interest for me - but that just means for one fewer guy competing for the dancing ladies' attention.
You guys are way over thinking it. Have a couple beers, see some boobs, have a good night! I'm not saying make a lifestyle of it, but it's better than watching Sportcenter reruns for a couple hours
You can masturbate to Sportscenter reruns, unabated and undisturbed. Can you do that in a strip club? I think not. Advantage = Sportscenter.
Strip clubs don't have Stuart Scott. Advantage - strip clubs.
"Hater in the house!"
You can masturbate to Sportscenter reruns, unabated and undisturbed. Can you do that in a strip club? I think not. Advantage = Sportscenter.
Dude, I NEVER want to watch a football game with you.
I went back to the one from my previous stories today. In the middle of the afternoon! Only like 5 people were there in the crowd and a few dancers. I got a lap dance from this girl who looked attractive in the menu book where you "order" these girls from but when she came over she had almost no butt and had a gut hanging down. AWESOME! Anyways... she's doing her thing and apologizes for being "sweaty". She apparently drank some hot tea which "heated her up" and had made her sweat..... so she hands me a baby wipe to wipe off her back. She also apologized for having not shaved her pussy in a few days. So glorious. And she kept asking me if I wanted to go "downstairs" and spend more time with her. And she kept wanting me to smack her ass.
FUN times.
Sounds like all that was missing was a C-Section scar.
By the way, the Canadian strip joints make the US places seem like nursery schools. Jesus, the women up there will do things on stage that would get them arrested down here...God bless 'em.
I agree. I went to a strip club in Montreal that had a girl/girl act that was pretty wild. One of the girls latter asked me for a private session, she was very polite and flirty without being too pushy, and her French Canadian accent was a big plus. Besides, you can drink beer while looking at full nudity in Montreal (don't know if this is the case for the rest of Canada).
But for something very outrageous, I must mention a place in Paris I visited not too long ago called Theatre Chochotte . This is not a strip club, but a theatre erotique, a small living room sized venue (very elaborately decorated too) where women perform a number of erotic dances, with some girl/girl activity and solo acts that are not simulated. No rude bouncers or ladies begging for lap dances here, (heck, this place isn't even in a seedy part of town) just pay your 50 euros and watch the show, not to mention touching the girls if they want you too, just as long as you don't get too aggressive.
I agree. I went to a strip club in Montreal that had a girl/girl act that was pretty wild. One of the girls latter asked me for a private session, she was very polite and flirty without being too pushy, and her French Canadian accent was a big plus. Besides, you can drink beer while looking at full nudity in Montreal (don't know if this is the case for the rest of Canada).
I believe full nudity + drinks is standard for the rest of Canada.
I'm surprised you thought the French Canadian accent was a big plus. French Canadians have the worst accents.
Booze and babes over here in the west, so go canada.
eh, strip clubs are alright. i find its more fun to have a couple of girls in the crew cause they seem to go more nuts then the guys. Had a birthday there once with the guys from work and a couple of friends, one of which made me a boob cake (with gumballs for nipples). My bosses weren't leaving until i puked or passed out so to further the situation along, they gave me 3 shots, 2 clear and 1 pink. I, thinking they were 'tequila, tequila, girly drink to wash tequila down with' instead got 'tequila, tequila, prairie fire'. never ran so fast and had such burning puke in my life.
so from there its 1-1 (boob cake to prairie fire)
then i went to one in mexico. cheesy, over priced, whatever. pulling out of the parking lot, got pulled over by mexican cops. luckily one of the guys with us spoke spanish and was from mexico city so we basically had to give up all our available cash so as to not get arrested.
Strip clubs 1, no strip club 2. sorry clubs, internet fapping and drinking at regular bars it is
Haha, I forgot about that silly thing about no drinking in fully nude strip clubs you guys have over there in the US of A.
I may not frequent strip clubs, at all, but by me, we have many full nude/full alcohol strip clubs. can't listen to the radio without hearing that awful "Silk Madison" ad.
checked out their website, yep, full nude. Many of the "dancers" like to use wax and no panties... that can't feel good. Nothing says sexy like a slightly burned vagina.
I may not frequent strip clubs, at all, but by me, we have many full nude/full alcohol strip clubs. can't listen to the radio without hearing that awful "Silk Madison" ad.
checked out their website, yep, full nude. Many of the "dancers" like to use wax and no panties... that can't feel good. Nothing says sexy like a slightly burned vagina.
Nick is correct - I'd say a reasonable % of the clubs I've been to have been full nude + alcohol (say, 1 in 5). Of course, that's in the Upper Midwest - there's a strong "work hard, play hard" streak hereabouts.
And she kept wanting me to smack her ass.
FUN times.
