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“stripper heaven”
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(strippers sure are funny creatures)
leader-onners of leaders. leaner-onners of chubbies…
as long as you reconcile with yourself the exorbitant (in layman’s perspective) amounts of cash you’re expected to fork over at a typical gentleman’s club, you can have yourself a merry little solo outing.
a strip club field trip should serve as an occasional gift to oneself, not a social event with the buddies.
find the highest quality club in the general area and support your local strippers at least once a month.
some have monthly ‘VIP’ parties to attract more lonelies.
they’ll get you on their e-mail list and send you free passes (to lure you inside to spend the real dough).
then you are given a paper bracelet
(which proves ‘muy dificil’ to remove at the end of your blueballed evening)
there are the standard lapdances for $20.
which seems like a total bargain if you’re a fat old man and will never again come close to flamboyantly sexy young women.
then there’s their ‘VIP’ room for $200. really no different from the standard lapdance. the bigtittied ones may nurse you, but that’s as intimate as it’ll get. like most prostitutes, strippers normally refrain from making out with customers no matter how deep their pockets may be.
most are foreigners. i prefer the colombians. they seem most naturally inclined to using their voluptuous bods to their financial advantages. as long as they age gracefully and keep to themselves, these girls can rake in great money for years to come…
so the marginal stripper is willing to jack off a man’s naked penis but she is unwilling to kiss that same man on his lips. since when is saliva more intimate than semen? how do you think this makes a man feel after he’s forked over his hard-earned dough for a fleeting situational illusion?
i am very interested in strip club dynamics
(call me an incurable capitalist…)
i’ve spent thousands of dollars on strippers over the years (purely for research purposes ;)…
in lieu of normal relationships, i’ve enjoyed the company of strippers since the age of 19. they’ve suited my “lone wolf” ways. and the straightforward transaction of money for “affection” appealed to me. no frills, no bullshit, just pure titillation.
here in jersey the legal age for titty-bar patrons is 18…
alex kenwell took me to some shitty club called “shooters” in union for my 21st birthday…it was only a bikini bar really…i got a dance from a plain jane stripper (kenwell claimed the hotter one for himself)…
in fall 2006, kownacki and i stopped off for a steak dinner @ a new york strip club on our way to meet his business partner “klaus” in connecticut…he paid for several lapdances (which were conducted right out on a couch next to the bar) with a sexy brunette…he seemed to revel in watching…
“sandra”
her big (fake?) tits ultimately led me from stiletto to hott22…i got several great dances from her @ stiletto when she was going by the name “victoria”…making out and penis play included…she was a beautiful colombian sexpot in her early 30s with huge (fake?) tits and an amazing bubblebutt…with playful costumes / demeanor to boot…when i ran into again @ hott22 years later, she remembered me…i ended up getting my first “VIP” session with her (although she told me we could make out, she seemed reluctant to do so once we hit the VIP room)…then she slipped me her phone #…my only other relic of her was the tag to her bra that she handed over to me…
“delilah’s den”
(‘double Ds’)
two NJ locations:
sayreville + south amboy
champ’s friend alex plotkin would often take a paralyzed carl riccio to the club to indulge him in stripper sympathy…
i went to the club with the caruso clan. we somehow snuck in an underage alex.
i opted for a dance from “abby”. she had short black hair and big natural breasts. she allowed me to grope her breasts during the dance. she told me that she lived on bonnie burn road. like all hot chicks (especially strippers), she was a dog lover with plenty of tattoos.
i’ve also attended the former “frank’s chicken house” in manville on several occasions. i was always supposed to go with the old man once i turned 21.
the only “strip club” we attended together was the “sandpiper” in normandy (and this was a mere “bikini bar”).
i attended the manville club several times with kenwell, lauerman, and tafaro.
(the girl that i got a lapdance from claimed that i looked like “a hispanic drug dealer”)
(the lapdances were downers)
(there were merely long rows of couches in the back room and the chicks talked to you for most of the time instead of getting down to business)
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