Privelege Gentleman's Club
Some of my friends have been on me about starting a blog (you know who you are). Today, though, I decided I'd steer clear of the more weighty subject-matter and go right for the groin. Hence the title -- it's where I spent last Friday evening...paying women to get naked and rub themselves on me.
I feel like I should give the place a plug. It's on the East end of Industrial in Dallas. Not a bad neighborhood, per se, but a little rough around the edges. The girls were predominantly Latina, and for those of you who haven't discovered Latinas yet, let's just say that JLo ain't got nothin' on most of these girls. My favorite was a little chica who calls herself "Bixie". I never cease to be amazed at how many smart girls a guy can run into at a strip club. Bixie was no exception. Plus she let me see her tits. For an aging gen-X geek like me, it only gets better than that when I'm swinging.
Of course, maybe this little excursion Friday wasn't all that well thought out. Shawn reminded me that all I had to do if I wanted naked chicks to rub themselves on me was to have my wife invite over some of her friends to put on a show. I guess I just blew a hundred bucks to get out of the house for a while. That and I really didn't want to go all the way with anyone (which is, admittedly, odd for me). Anyhow, I got everything I have come to expect from a gentlemen's club, and I didn't get home until after the boys had gone to bed.
One thing about strippers that you don't get with other women is the smell. Yesterday morning I picked up the shirt I'd worn Friday, and I could still smell Bixie and "Brandy" on it. When you work that hard that close to people, there are tricks you pick up to keep yourself smelling good, and that they did.
There's also a whole game to talking to strippers, and the dynamics of it intrigue me. If you want to try out what I'm talking about, visit a club at a slow time. You'll quickly find which girls are into stripping to better themselves and which ones are just too lazy to bother with a normal life. I find the latter to be quite boring and banal. The best body in the world can not make up for the lack of any personality or drive whatsoever. Give me a girl with her head on her shoulders (mmmmm...smooth, young, shapely shoulders) anyday.
But back to this game... you've got to go at a slow time so that there's not a hundred guys standing in line trying to stuff dollar bils in the girls' g-strings. This is the time of day that they really have to earn their money, and I like it that way. Hey, I'm married, and I have sex with people outside our marriage, so I know I'm not terribly distasteful to be around. That's not where the "work" part of this game comes into play. These girls have to actually work to earn their tips. At a good time of day (for me to be there) they might have two or three guys coming up to the stage to tip, so the pole isn't where the real money is. The money is in the lap dances.
But you can't just give in right away. I'm sure the girls would like that, but then you'd be forgotten and they'll have moved on to the next fellow with $20 to blow on one song. I let them work me. Let them charm me out of my hard-earned $20. This is the fun part, really...sitting at a table with one or two or three smart, beautiful, scantily-clad women while they all try to convince me that they're the one I should be asking for a "personal dance". Yeah, the $20 leaving the pocket is the downside of the whole deal, but what I get for the money is worth it to me.
So I can already hear the detractors saying I'm just using these women, or objectifying them. As far as I'm concerned, they've got as much right to do what they do as the people who bitch about it have a right to bitch. It's not like anyone's forcing them to dance. Especially not the ones that I get interested in. These are women who have made a conscious choice to enter a segment of society that a lot of people will condemn them for (especially down here in the Bible Belt). I think I actually admire their guts and vigor.
I feel like I should give the place a plug. It's on the East end of Industrial in Dallas. Not a bad neighborhood, per se, but a little rough around the edges. The girls were predominantly Latina, and for those of you who haven't discovered Latinas yet, let's just say that JLo ain't got nothin' on most of these girls. My favorite was a little chica who calls herself "Bixie". I never cease to be amazed at how many smart girls a guy can run into at a strip club. Bixie was no exception. Plus she let me see her tits. For an aging gen-X geek like me, it only gets better than that when I'm swinging.
Of course, maybe this little excursion Friday wasn't all that well thought out. Shawn reminded me that all I had to do if I wanted naked chicks to rub themselves on me was to have my wife invite over some of her friends to put on a show. I guess I just blew a hundred bucks to get out of the house for a while. That and I really didn't want to go all the way with anyone (which is, admittedly, odd for me). Anyhow, I got everything I have come to expect from a gentlemen's club, and I didn't get home until after the boys had gone to bed.
One thing about strippers that you don't get with other women is the smell. Yesterday morning I picked up the shirt I'd worn Friday, and I could still smell Bixie and "Brandy" on it. When you work that hard that close to people, there are tricks you pick up to keep yourself smelling good, and that they did.
There's also a whole game to talking to strippers, and the dynamics of it intrigue me. If you want to try out what I'm talking about, visit a club at a slow time. You'll quickly find which girls are into stripping to better themselves and which ones are just too lazy to bother with a normal life. I find the latter to be quite boring and banal. The best body in the world can not make up for the lack of any personality or drive whatsoever. Give me a girl with her head on her shoulders (mmmmm...smooth, young, shapely shoulders) anyday.
But back to this game... you've got to go at a slow time so that there's not a hundred guys standing in line trying to stuff dollar bils in the girls' g-strings. This is the time of day that they really have to earn their money, and I like it that way. Hey, I'm married, and I have sex with people outside our marriage, so I know I'm not terribly distasteful to be around. That's not where the "work" part of this game comes into play. These girls have to actually work to earn their tips. At a good time of day (for me to be there) they might have two or three guys coming up to the stage to tip, so the pole isn't where the real money is. The money is in the lap dances.
But you can't just give in right away. I'm sure the girls would like that, but then you'd be forgotten and they'll have moved on to the next fellow with $20 to blow on one song. I let them work me. Let them charm me out of my hard-earned $20. This is the fun part, really...sitting at a table with one or two or three smart, beautiful, scantily-clad women while they all try to convince me that they're the one I should be asking for a "personal dance". Yeah, the $20 leaving the pocket is the downside of the whole deal, but what I get for the money is worth it to me.
So I can already hear the detractors saying I'm just using these women, or objectifying them. As far as I'm concerned, they've got as much right to do what they do as the people who bitch about it have a right to bitch. It's not like anyone's forcing them to dance. Especially not the ones that I get interested in. These are women who have made a conscious choice to enter a segment of society that a lot of people will condemn them for (especially down here in the Bible Belt). I think I actually admire their guts and vigor.