The Request Line is Open

(see my previous post): I have two more song recommendations for the perfect song for a lapdance:

1. Marvin Gaye: "Sexual Healing". Enough said.

2. Aaliyah: "Rock the Boat". It's long. It's rythmic. It's suggestive. She has a sexy voice. Oh yeah.

Anyone have a song suggestion or two to help out College Girl?

Any lovely Strippers out there that can add to my advice?

Click on "Comment" and join in the discussion.

Doctor DanceFan's Advice to a "Newbie"

A recent emailer asked the following excellent strip club "newbie" questions:

Recently, I made my first visit to a strip club after putting in off for years and years. In the last few weeks I've gone 4 times! The experience has been better than I imagined. I've been sort of getting used to the whole scene and trying to figure out how it all works. I have a couple quick questions that I hope you can help me with:

1. Should I wait for a particular girl that I like to offer me a dance, or is it acceptable to get up and track her down and ask her for one? What I've done so far is just sort of sit away from the stage and get a look at all the girls working that night and pick out 1 or 2 that I like the best. A dozen other girls will make offers that I turn down as I wait and hope for the one I like to make an offer.

2. Is it proper to only accept dances from 1 or 2 girls that you really like? Sure, all the girls are attractive, but I find that I really like a couple of particular girls. They have the body type and look that I love. Last Saturday, I waited all night for this one that I had a dance from the week before to ask me, but she never did. I felt awkward turning down all the other offers and felt a little like I was hurting their feelings. Perhaps, I thought, the dancers are told not to let a guy get hooked on just them.

My answers to my new email friend:

Excellent questions. I can definitely relate. I wonder if the dancers know that we are sitting there struggling with these questions and choices.

Here is how I've worked these questions out for myself:

I've tried nights where I've had one dance apiece with lots of girls. And I've had nights when I did a lot of dances with just one girl. I'm glad I tried the first way, but I prefer the second. So I choose and focus.

The girls, friendly as they are, are there to work. That means making the rounds and asking almost everybody over the course of the night if they want a dance. Even the best get turned down some amount of the time. Just keep in mind that for the most part it's not personal. They're working. You're buying.

The hardest thing to learn in a club is to say no. There's some amount of temptation in most of the girls that ask you for a dance. And it does make you feel guilty to say no to a girl just trying to make a buck. However, you're there to maximize your enjoyment dollar. Dances just to help you not feel guilty never make you feel better.

Bottom line: your goal is to get dances with dancers you choose and politely refuse the rest. It's your twenty bucks.

Within reason you're in control. Select "your type" and focus on them. You can turn down the others. Just be polite and say "No thank you". No long excuses.

How do I choose who I want to dance with?

If it's a new club for me I'll spend time at the tiprail learning about (auditioning?) the girls and choosing my type. It's not that expensive ($1 a song) and it's cheaper than a $20 mistake. Besides, I have fun at the tiprail. And in most clubs the dancers don't approach you for dances if you're at the tiprail so you have to say no less often.

How do I arrange a dance after I've chosen?

I try to arrange a later private dance with a dancer I like at the tiprail during her stage show. When you're tipping her just say "Would you come dance for me after you're off the stage?" That usually works unless it's a really busy night and she has already made commitments.

I've definitely experienced having trouble catching the attention of a dancer I was interested in for a variety of reasons. It's frustrating.

You can improve your odds by:

- be relaxed but focused. It'll happen
- go earlier in her shift or when it's less busy
- enlist help. Ask a manager if they could arrange a dance for you. Or a waitress or even the DJ who could call them to the booth for you. (Tip them.)

Mostly make sure you're having fun and spending what you can afford.

posted by DanceFan at 4/25/2004 07:33:35 PM

Erotic Glimpses

3 erotic glimpses from a recent long day of travel.

An airport - A restaurant. A pretty Nordic blonde waitress seen only from the back. A bouncing blonde ponytail. Rawwrr! And a sexy ass in tight faded jeans with an entrancing swish in her hips as she walked.

The flight. A small commuter plane with a 2 hour dreary flight to endure. A snapshot of an angel in the seat in front of me. 4 snapshots actually. Her hair sticking out above the seatback - auburn, full and round and layered, fresh, shapely, cut to the nape of her kissable neck. Her shoulder resting against her window - slight and delicate in a green knit Tee with a pocket on her sleeve. Her hand - Feminine and delicate with flawless skin and clear polished fingernails closely trimmed. And as we got up to deplane - sparkling green eyes.

A game. A girl, on a date. Two rows in front of me. Fine, straight, streaked blonde short hair. Scissor cut shag. Black knit Tee. Pressed jeans with a sharp crease. Boots, black, polished, square toe. Right leg crossed over the left for the whole 3 periods. Sexy as hell feminine hands with perfectly manicured nails. Right thumb working the text messaging on her cell phone.

3 ladies. 3 erotic glimpses, as least to me. Never clearly saw their faces.

And I wanted to fuck all 3.

It was their hair that did it for me.

Double Dance - Part II, in Four Acts

2 girls. 2 beautiful and sexy girls. And DanceFan makes 3.

Red - a fragile beauty. Tall delicious redhead. Long flowing hair down to a shapely delectable ass. Mmmmm. My girl. We've talked, we've shared, and she knows me. And we've danced, she and I. On the couch - her arm tight behind my back holding me to her. Hot breath in my ear. Enveloped in that silky hair and feminine scent. In the VIP - Caressing and bonding. In the limo - where our passion unlocks.

White - an alabaster blonde kitten with a whip. Petite. Pale white skin stark against black stripper shoes or knee high boots. A cauldron of sexual energy. Soft tits. Hourglass waist. Truly amazing heart shaped derriere. Gothic and hot.

Friends - these two. Allies. Lovers? I can only wonder. And I do wonder. No - wonder is not right. Wish. Fantasize. Dream. I can, and have, spin elaborate scenes of erotic fantasy around these two angels. Toys and oils and extended pleasure. Who dominates? Who submits? Mind melting kisses. Red and I pleasing White. White and I pleasing Red. Both at my command. Mmmmmm.

I've long thought of the double dance with them. Passed up chances. But not that night. That night they inspired me.

Act I: For all to see

Me at my usual table off to the side. It's a slow night and I settle in for a easy groove. Enjoying the music. Can't stay long, but not rushing. Thinking about my choices for the night.

Red at a table chatting up 3 guys. She's seen me and will be over later.

White on stage. Her two song set. Resplendent in a black outfit new to me with black stripper heels. Confident. Sexy. Owning the stage. I move to the tiprail and I take in her beauty with long admiring stares. Waiting my turn.

Distracted briefly I turn back and see Red crawl thru the gap and onto the stage. Deliberate. With a purpose. She lays down on her back and they engage. White pulls down Red's top and they engage. Slowly, deliberately, licking each others nipples like they have all the time in the world. Beautiful lips on beautiful nips for all to see. With only a song to mark time.

And eventually, in the second song, White comes to me. Lays in front of me on the tiprail fully nude. Close. Personal.

"Hi DanceFan"

"Hi, baby. That was hot! Would you and Red do a double dance with me?"

"Absolutely. I'll get her after I'm done and we'll find you".

Act II: Into each other

Over to the couches we go. A quick mental review of my wallet tells me I have enough for 5 dances with me - 2 double-dances and 1 single.

A warm greeting from Red - a lingering standing hug. I almost can't let go, but pleasure awaits.

A chat with White. "Have you done this before" I foolishly ask.

"Yes. We've been told that we should be illegal." A promise to live up to!

"You two look comfortable with each other."

"We are very comfortable with each other." Yow.

The song starts and we begin. Me seated, them standing. And they undress each other. A little nervousness and giggling, which subsides as Red removes White's panties with her teeth. Minimal posing. On to contact. With me - with each other. I can't touch. But that doesn't mean they can't touch me. Or each other.

Vignettes, as I remember them:

Both kneeling against me, one on each side. A cheek against each of my cheeks - rubbing, gliding. Heaven already. Their hair enclosing me. Intoxicating me. Smothering me in silky pleasure.

Each astride a leg. Riding me. The distinct feel of a pussy against each thigh. Slow circles.

Red on my lap facing away. Using me as a chair. Her weight pressing into me so pleasantly. Her knees parted. Her head leaned back on my left shoulder. I inhale the sweet scent of her neck as I nuzzle the length of it from her collar bone to her pretty ear lobe. Oh I want to lick and nibble, but I restrain. And White takes charge. She moves in between her knees and cups her breasts. Engulfs it with her whole mouth. Feasting. Knowing. Almost loving. Releasing finally to move down, down, down until her lovely face dips down - obscured by her mons - busying herself there her eyes closed in a lover's endeavor. No posing here Red's moans tell me. Sexy moans with a sharp intake of breath.

Into each other. Until the song ends. Let's do it again.

Kneeling astride me. 4 breasts cradling me. Red's arm reaching across me to cup White's ass. Sweet, endearing.

Kneeling away from me. 2 lovely full moons - squeezable, huggable, lickable - right in my face teasing me. With a slight peek of shaved - fuckable - pussy. Reaching across each other to draw fingertips delicately up each other's slits, tapping each other's clits in unison.

And now the reverse. White layed out on my lap, head on my right shoulder, knees parted. The mirror image. Red taking charge in equal measure. Cupping her breasts, sucking her whole breast into her delicious lips, pleasing. Me torn - do I nuzzle White's beautiful neck now open to me or do I watch the show? Both. And Red moves down, down, down. Her flowing red hair framing White's thighs. Contact? Blowing hot breath? I can't see. But I can hear. Moans escaping Whites arched throat.

And Red seals it with a kiss. Moving back up to parted lips and searching tongue. 3 heads entwined, 2 kissing. Lingering. Sweet. Hot. Totally sexy. A White - French - sandwich with me as the bottom. I could watch them for hours. Into each other. Comfortable with each other. Comfortable with me.

Act III: Solo Dance
White has to go. The DJ's calling. Her set is back around.

Red and I dance. Personal and close. Revved up. Hot.

Act IV: A very public threesome

Red and I join White at the stage. No one else at the tiprail, the fools. And I'm $1 from an empty wallet.

And White lays herself out again along the tiprail for our viewing pleasure. Close and nude and comfortable.

"We just came to join you. You looked lonely." says Red.

"Sexy people of the world unite" says White with a smile.

And she takes my bill from me and leans over and tucks it into Red's G-string panties. And she leans out from the tiprail as Red slides down in her chair and proceeds to slowly, oh so slowly retrieve it with her teeth. And she moves up her for a last peck on the lips.

And I'm out. Thank you, ladies. Red and White in the double-dance. As memorable as it gets.

And Blue? The state of my balls as I exit the club.

What if She Read this Blog?

I was at a business dinner recently. Chatting with a beautiful young girl from another office. I mentioned I had a tattoo.

"Wow, you're wilder than I thought."

If she only knew.


Coming this weekend: Double Dance Part II

Little Club in the Big City

Flying in. New town. Business calls. 2 days.

But it can't be all business. A club is calling me also. A club I've wanted to visit.

So I work it in. Between the flying in and driving around and dining with clients and the touring and talking and negotiating and flying out. I work it in. That means driving into the heart of a new city (which I love to do) with a rental car map as my guide and the clock as my enemy. But I found it.

A strip club. Near a peep show. With a famous denizen of each.

It wasn't what I was expecting. A small little building nestled among the giants. A little scary, a little seedy on the outside. But comfortable and welcoming on the inside. The usual acoutrements: a stage with two poles and a tiprail around, tables on the perimeter, couches behind the curtain. An unseen VIP area hyped by the DJ. A cozy bar. No alcohol by local ordnance, but a fine selection of Snapple products. Not the usual industrial night club look. Comfortable.

I can only stay a few moments so I settle in to check out the atmosphere. Lots of girls. Beautiful girls. Sexy girls. More girls than customers. Aggressive girls. And it doesn't take long.

Dancer plops on my lap for a chat. A beautiful girl - a friendly girl - who feels oh so good on my lap. I could sit like this for a while and see what pops up. So we chat. I deflect her usual questions (Where are you from? - not here. What do you do ? - boring stuff) And we get to some real chat and find out that we have some military history in common. She actually knew what I did in my blue suit days. More chat. From my service time she calculates my age. Younger than I really am - isn't she sweet. Do I want a dance? Possibly. Let me settle in - and she moves on.

And my lap is not empty for long. A procession of girls stops by in short order. Do I want a dance? Gorgeous blondes. Sexy brunettes. A Shakira look-a-like who growls and looks mad at the world.

And then Dancer is back. Am I ready to play? You bet. So it's back through the curtain, back to a couch. We entwine on a couch and wait for the next song and talk.

"Are you a boob man, or a butt man"

"Why do you ask"

"So I know what to feature"

"I appreciate you asking. Butt man for sure"

She's a sweet girl and it's a sweet dance. One song. Beautiful, featured, butt. Thank you, baby. It's amateur night but I can't stay and I'm out.

But the story doesn't end. Next day, a brief window of time before my flight - I head back downtown. A quick dash into the peepshow to see what one looks like. Uh huh. There's the glass window selection booth. Empty with a half eaten lunch on a lingerie strewn table. Probably doing a show. There are the booths: Couch/bench on oneside of the glass, room on the other, phones on both.. OK. Recorded. And I'm out and across the stree to the strip club.

1/2 hour to spend. It's opening time but the club's not ready. Still waking up I guess. And the door guy and the pretty sound girl with the pony tails are putting down the chairs and putting out the candles. I settle in at the tip rail waiting for a dancer. And she comes.

Dancer - Asian. Beautiful. Petite. Graceful on stage. Sensuous in the tip. Sultry eyes. Shapely ass.

Dancer - Brunette. Voluptous girl. Sexy full breasts, cradling me in with the tip.

Dancer - Blonde. Rail thin. Long thin hair. Luminous. Lays on her back, pulls her panties aside, and taps on her clit. Soft, soft tits on my cheek. Blowing in my ear. "Are you ready to play yet?"

Dancer - Black. Buff. Magnificent vinyl skirt with shoulder straps, white knee socks. Black stripper shoes with really long heels. Great tattoo on her upper arm. All attitude. Hot! Amazing stretched silicone mounds with hard eraser nipples slapped across my face. Wow!

Dancer - Long black hair, tall, tattoos on her sleek white legs. Sleepy eyes. Lots of sexy eye contact. Lays back on the stage and watches me watching her as she pulses her pussy lips in and out through her panties. And again without the panties stretching out her meaty pussy lips with her fingertips while she smile at me.

Dancer - Smoky blonde. Girl next door. Strong sexiness that takes a minute to hook you in. Hot rounded ass - back that thing up!. Blowing in my ear. "Are you ready to go get nasty with me?" And as I watch her, on all fours, back arched, hands stretched out on the stage, head down, hair all flipped over - cascading out, I know - she could really be nasty in bed.

Time's up. One lapdance before I race for my plane.

And I choose.

Asian. Hot. Sensuous. One position - straddle on my lap. A slow grind, soft cheek against my cheek. A nipple rested against my lips. Beautiful eyes holding mine. Taking in her scent.

And dwelling in that scent the whole flight. Thank you, baby.

And a tip for the pretty DJ girl with the pony tails for the great music on the way out.

As for the little club in the big city: I'll be back.

Double Dance

2 girls. 2 hot girls. 2 hot semi-naked stripper girls entertaining me.

Simulated - probably, but not always. Sexy - no question.

2 beautiful girls in the flesh, such beautiful flesh. Digging each other. With me there.

It happens in the club. Unexpectedly in the stage show and very expectedly in the private dance.

I have several distinct memories of the double-dance in Strip Clubs. Sharp memories burned in.

2 girls. Dancer on stage, a hot barbie blonde in tight white shorts that hug into the crease of her ass. Crawling on all fours around the edge of the stage tantilizing the guys. Previous dancer, a brunette in a black silk jumpsuit with NASC*R logos, also on all fours - overtaking her. Mounting her. Driving her down into the stage. Humping her ass in a slow deliberate grind. Gripping her hips. Pulling her hair. Kissing her neck. Owning her, inches from the guy pack but miles away in their separate space. Disengaging unwillingly.

2 girls. Dancer new, young, shy sitting on the stage with her back against the pole. Tipper dancer taking control. Sitting as well, her legs crossed over dancer's. Sharing, caressing, kissing, breasts pressed into each others. Lost in each others eyes.

2 girls. Dancer into a groove, into her 2nd song, working herself up. Tipper dancer on her back in the gap, a $5 bill in her teeth, anticipating. A slow sexy smile spreading across dancer's face as she turns and sees. And she's there. Walking down tippers body - 69 style. And she pauses and lifts tipper's shirt and fondles her for a while. And she moves down and descends, closer, blowing hot air on tipper's pussy. And back up as she takes the bill with her nibbling lips.

2 girls. Thinking they are out of the spotlight, at the back of the stage while others try to entice for a signature dance. Taking a break with each other. Dancer up against the rail at back of the stage. Partner in between her knees. Dancer sitting on the rail with her legs up locked around partner's back. Partner fucking into her - a slow bump and grind - as she nibbles on her neck. Lost with each other in a stolen moment of time.

2 girls. Tipper dancer sitting on the tiprail, right next to me, waiting her turn. Dancer approaching her. A smile. Full Service. Cradling her head in her breasts as she covers her with her long long hair. Kissing her. Undressing her. Molesting her. Dropping her head into her lap and feasting.

2 girls. Dancer on all fours facing away. Head on the stage, ass in the air. Tipper dancer tucking a dollar bill into the crotch of her panties and then slowly, slowly, oh so slowly nibbling it out.

2 girls. Dancing with each other in a practiced routine. With oils and towels stroking and licking that pushes the boundaries. The girl-on-girl show.

2 girls. Amazon blonde twins thrilling some rich guy in the private dance. Into each other for him. Mirror images of pleasure. Pirouhetting on his lap. Smothering him in 4 breasts.

And many, many more.

I've tried the private version. Enjoyed it. Learned from it - mainly that you'd better be prepared with some cash. You're going to want to do it more than one song and with 2 dancers you're looking at a minimum of $40 per song. But worth it. The first couple of times were memorable, but satiating. I remember a time years ago in Florida. A business trip, a beach town, an upscale club. Two gorgeous women working the room as a pair. "Would you like a dance?" "Both of you?" "Yes, $15 each". It was a table dance. Though it wasn't really a dance. More a series of poses. Stop - breasts together. Stop - almost licking here. Stop - almost stroking there. Beautiful really. Sexy really. But satiating. I didn't need to do it again.

And another night, another club. Two superb young ladies, one 19 and one 30. Bleached blonde and DD. On the couch. with my hands behind me. Experienced dancer in the lead. Again a series of poses. And the unbeatable combination of 4 breasts smothering me. Awesome.

But enough. Don't need to do it again. I prefer the solo dance.

Until one very memorable night, when the double dance went to another level........

Critics

The first critic to touch me was a commenter on another site who came here to read and said that I "have an air of sad desperation" to me. Ouch. Double Ouch. Don't we all though, really, us bloggers? Exposing our private side, our deepest thoughts, anonymously. Having a secret life, that's the real us, that we can't share with everyone.

I know this compartmentalized life I've created is, in my case anyway, dysfunctional. A married man occasionally going out the Strip Club alone. Totally dysfunctional. I know that. But it's real. It's me. I also know that the world of most of the strippers I meet is disfunctional too, and that I contribute to it. I know that. It's just the deal that we share. The transaction. Given that, though, it's a positive experience for me. I respect these young women and they know that.

Sorry about the pshycoanalysis. I guess that's an unavoidable part of naughty-blogging. It's probably healthy.

I was originally intending to post some humor. It's just not in me now. Tomorrow maybe.

Perfume and Pussy

Perfume is a mixed blessing for me in the club.

I am a man, of course, and I respond to perfume. The club is all about exciting my senses - smell included. And I love the smell of Strippers. Truly. It's part of the sense-memory of the club experience. I'll make a blanket statement here:

Strippers smell wonderful. I crave that smell.

The problem, of course, for a married man who slips out to the club now and again is that I can't bring that smell home with me. And forget about the shimmery body glitter that sticks to my clothes during the lapdance. That's a problem.

"So how do you do it?" asked my Lovely Dancer one night at a back table. "You must go home smelling like perfume and pussy!"

Answer: It's a 40 minute drive home down the interstate highway. I change clothes as I drive. Pants and Shirt. At 65 MPH. And I do my laundry.

Cave Girl

I smelled her perfume on me as I drove home. Lingering in my shirt, my hair. Delightful. Feminine. Intoxicating.

She danced for me right before I left. One dance to hold me until next time. A soft slow sensual dance on the couch - no touch. But right into the headspace in one song.

Dancer and I are familiar with each other. She's a regular on the dayshift and I'm often in early. She always sees me when I come in. She doesn't sit and talk ever. She prowls the club asking for dances. She comes up to my table and leans into me and rubs my shoulders. And it feels wonderful when she leans into me and runs her nails across my chest.

I'm honored that she knows me. She's a goddess you see - an unobtainable. Really really stunningly beautiful. A girl so pretty that I would never expect her to give me the time of day outside the club. Tall and lithe with shoulder length blonde hair. Magazine cover beautiful. Beautiful tight body with exquisite natural breasts, long legs, flat tummy, and a wonderfully rounded derierre. Long, lean well toned back. Scrumptious.

I love to watch her set on stage. A slow graceful stroll really with a minimum of stripper moves. Closeness when she stops for my tip. Her sitting on the rail and talking with me. My face cradled into her soft soft breasts. It may sound strange, but what I really love is watching her take a tip at the rail across from me. I can see her in my mind, sitting on the rail, one leg tuckedd beneath a beautifully shaped cheek, her long lean back curved to one side as she cradles him, her back muscles in sharp relief, her beautiful blond hair cascading over her shoulders. It's a picture I can call up in my mind at a moment's notice.

Dancer is one of the few that changes outfits throughout her shift. I love that. I honestly do. She has short skirts and long dresses. I love the long red velour dress she puts on when she's cold. She can lean into me with that dress on anytime. But my favorite outfit is a leopard print skirt and top with a bone necklace. Exotic. The CaveGirl look. Makes me want to drag her into my cave and have my way with her.

Dancer and I met a year ago. I was slow to ask for a dance from her. I assumed she was probably stuck up. I don't know why, stereotyping I guess. It's like when supermodels say on Jay Leno that guys never approach them. Even paying customers in this case. I was shy around her. I finally asked and she dragged me toward the couches. I wanted a VIP, "touch allowed" style lapdance, but she said "I don't do those". So we had some nice dances on the couch. She's very good. A nice polished routine that just touchy enough. And she's even more beautiful up close. Wow!

And as I got to know her I realized that she's very nice. Just a person and a mom. Delightful to talk to.

And eventually I asked for the 1/2 VIP dance and she favored me with one. And it was heavenly. Soft and slow and sensous. Me stroking her skin lightly with my fingertips, memorizing her delicate frame. Her responding. Delicious soft skin. Cheek nuzzling. And she was beautiful and it was hot!

She looked down at me as she was cradling me into her breasts and said "You have the most beautiful lips! They're perfect." Okay, I'll buy that. Feel free to kiss them anytime. Now she tells other dancers to "look at his lips, they're perfect."

I know perfect. And perfect is CaveGirl. Thank you, baby.