Questions from a Reader

Two questions, Hound: 1) Why not just change the names of the dancers and not the club? I mean, judging from what this guy wrote, I would want to know about that club to potentially avoid it or walk in with a better understanding of it. I don't understand because you've posted the names of other clubs while changing the girls' names and it seemed fine then. 2. I've been wanting to suggest something that this letter brings up an example of. I'm a fan of your blog and visit rather frequently to see if there are any new posts, yet it seems your life is getting busies and busier these days. Maybe if you allow or even encourage your readers to write with their own letters of topics of theirs or your choosing, it might help fill in the gaps between your posts. Plus, with you picking a topic and editing the letters for content, you'll make sure that only well-written well-thought out ones make it to your page. Maybe I'm alone on this, but I'd appreciate it and it would also be interesting on Letter of the Week.

I don't post the name of the club because I have no way of verifying if the message is true. There are websites where you can make up shit about a club you don't like and blacken the name of that club. I choose not to be one of those sites. I do let clubs be mentioned when I am relating first-hand experiences because I can stand behind those. I also allow the mention of club names if I do not think they are harmful to the club.

I hereby encourage readers to send in letters to be posted here. I apologize that I have been too busy to post often. I am hoping that will change.

Letter of the Week

I have deleted the location and changed all the dancers names in this message. I think it would be irresponsible to post it with that information included.

You are so right about how sleazy some clubs have gotten and also about how they like to rip off guys. Recently, I went to a club I'd never been to before. It was not far from the airport in the city in which I live and I had driven by it many times and been curious. I had to pick someone up at the airport at 2:10 PM so I went to the club at Noon and I figured I could be there 90 minutes before I had to leave.

There were about six men in the club but for the first 15 minutes I was there, I did not see a single dancer. I asked the one waitress and she said only three girls had showed up so far and two were in the back giving VIP dances. She did not know why the other one wasn't dancing or out on the floor. Finally, that dancer came out and she was quite attractive. Her name was Scarlet. She danced 3 songs and then someone grabbed her for a VIP and went back and there was another 5 minutes of no dancers. I would have left but I really didn't have anywhere else to do but to wait at the airport.

I waited and waited. Finally, I went up to the man who'd taken my money on the way in and asked for a refund. He said he couldn't do that but he gave me several free passes to come back and suggested I come in the evening because afternoons were usually like this. Why the hell is this club open afternoons if there are usually no dancers?

Since I had the free passes, I went back another evening. Immediately, I was being hit up to buy drinks for myself and also for the dancers. No one had asked about that the time before because no one was there to ask. The free passes didn't say anything about a mandatory drink purchase but I decided that since I was there, I might as well go along with it. I paid $7 for my drink and wound up buying two for dancers. They were $14 each and the girls barely touched them.

During this time, there were some nice looking dancers on stage and I put up some tip money. I put up an extra good tip for a dancer named Amber who was really beautiful. My bait worked and she came over and sat next to me when she was done on stage. This was when I bought the second overpriced drink. We talked and she began telling me how horny she was and how hot her lapdances were. I asked the prices and she rattled off a list of prices. I think it was $10 for topless, $20 for nude or three nudes for $50. Then she said this was in an area that wasn't very private. If I wanted to have some "real fun", I would take her to the V.I.P. area which was $150 for a half hour. She said, "That's where I can suck cock and the guy can put on a rubber and have his way with me."

Then she added, "We can only do that in V.I.P. or in the Champagne Room, which is more expensive." I decided $150 was a little high for a fuck and suck with this lady but what the hell? I said okay. She led me back to a little corridor with several rooms and we stopped as she tried to decide which room we should do it in. She asked me, "Do you want to have the most fun?" I said yes and she led me into the last room on the left. I did not know then that this was the Champagne Room with the higher price tag.

We had a half-hour and she spent the first 10 or 15 minutes doing a pretty conventional strip and lap dance. It was the kind of thing I would have expected for $20 in the more public room and certainly nothing that required extra privacy. I asked her what about sucking and fucking? She told me that was extra.

I knew I was being ripped-off and I felt like an idiot for not clarifying the price first. However, we were in there and I was pretty horny and she was pretty good looking. I had about $300 in my wallet and I knew I had to pay $150 for the dance so I offered her another $100. She said that was enough for oral but not for fucking. I offered her all I had left ($150) for both and she agreed. She pulled out my cock, put a rubber on it and began sucking. I was a little disappointed the blowjob was covered but that was not what was wrong with it. It was very mechanical and it was more like a handjob with her occasionally kissing the tip of my dick.

Time was running out and I knew I'd need a few minutes of fucking in order to come so I asked her to switch. She tried to sit on my dick but said, "Wait, I'm pretty dry and I need some lube." Before I could say anything, she hopped off me, pulled on part of her outfit for cover and ran out of the booth. I sat there with a wilting hardon for about two minutes before she came back with a little tube. I had lost my erection so she started the bad blowjob again and we had just moved into fucking for 10 seconds when the guy who worked outside knocked and said, "Time's up." I told her I needed more time and that she owed me for the time she was out getting the lube. She said, "Sorry, they won't let us go over the time for any reason. You want to pay for another half hour?" I said I didn't have the money so he climbed off me and put her clothes on.

I felt stupid and robbed but I just wanted to get out of there. I gave her the $300 and she looked at me like I was cheating her and said, "It's $450. $300 for the room and $150 for the extras." I said the room was $150 and she said no, this was the Champagne Room. I don't know how it could have been any different from the $150 rooms because it was just a couch and bad lighting with a curtain over the door. I said I didn't ask for the Champagne Room. She said, "Yes you did. I asked you if you wanted the room where we could have the most fun." By this point, the guy who had knocked came in and wanted to know why we weren't out. I told him she had taken me to the wrong room. He said too bad, he'd already logged the dance as being in the Champagne Room so they had to collect Champagne Room prices. I told him she had promised me a suck and a fuck for $150. He said the girls there didn't do that kind of thing because it was illegal.

I realized I really was fucked.

He said that to keep me happy as customer (as if I would ever come back) he would make it $400 instead of $450. I decided to get out and I wound up putting the extra money on a credit card for 22%. The girl had the nerve to ask me if I was going to tip her.

I will not only never go back to that club but I think I am soured on the whole idea of strip clubs for a while. I used to spend a few hundred a week in them but that is money that no strip club is going to get now. That's one of the reasons the business is in trouble.

BayGirls Gentleman's Club

My first time at this club which is a new one located in an industrial area of Torrance, California. It's freeway close and rather nice. The decor looks like they told the designer to make it like a Spearmint Rhino but they didn't give him enough money to do that.

You might not want to come here, however.

I went on the afternoon of Memorial Day around 5 PM. There were two dancers. They were nice girls, one Hispanic and one Black, but there were only two. One of them told me that there had been more there earlier in the day but there were no customers so most of them went home. There were three customers in the club during the hour I was there. I was one of them.

Two dancers meant long stretches on the stage with no one performing. I kept thinking that if I took one of the two girls back for a half hour V.I.P. then there would have been one dancer to perform during that time.

Then the other two customers left and I had the place to myself. I asked one of the dancers about prices. She explained that topless dances were $20 and nudes were $30. There was also a three-song special for $100. I asked how was that special when that was more than the price of buying three dances individually. She said the $100 dances were more private.

How much privacy do you need in a club with no other customers?

I decided to get private dances from both dancers. How often do you get to go to a strip club and lap with the entire roster?

The dances were nude and very nice without going too far.

Sometimes when you're in a club where the girls seem desperate to go home with some $$$ and no one else is around, things get extra hot. The dancer thinks that even if it means bending the rules, she has to keep you in the booth as long as possible. I've had some interesting offers in those situations. One time years ago I did a three dance set with a girl. I think it was $20 a dance and after 3, I thought that was enough. I was going to a business meeting after that and I didn't want to go in with a stain on my pants.

As Song #3 was ending, the dancer whispered to me "If we keep going, I'll suck your cock on Song #6 and let you come in my mouth on Song #7." I was horny enough at that moment to take her up on it. As it turned out, she started blowing me on Song #6 and it took me until Song #9 to unload. That was memorable especially because it was back in the day when not many dancers did extras.

I did not get any such offer at Bay Girl's but I didn't do the dances with the girls because I was expecting that. I just felt sorry for them.

The management of this place needs to get their shit together. It's bad business to get a reputation for not having enough dancers in the club. It is a sin no customer forgives. No customer says "Well the lighting was great and the men's room was clean so I didn't mind that there were no nude women there". Even if they have to take a loss for the day and pay some girls to be there, you need to have dancers in your club. If it's a holiday and you can't do that, close for the day.

Fantasies

I should stop promising what my next post will be about. When I do have time to write here, I always think of other things I want to say.

I just looked at the Twitter feed for a bunch of dancers. One of them was a cute lady who dances at Spearmint Rhino in Van Nuys and who does porn films. She likes to tweet photos of herself and that's great. I think it's good business to build up a Twitter following like that. Guys will follow you on Twitter and then they'll buy your movies or come into the club to get lap dances.

However, today she twittered something that struck me as so wrong, I had to write about it here.

I can't think of too many things she could have tweeted that would have been worse for her business.

She put up a photo of her and her husband.

I am not criticizing that she is in love with him and proud of him and that she wants the world to know what a happy couple they are. That is great.

However, does this woman know what business she is in? She is in the business of letting men fantasize about being with her.

Putting it in their face that she is married is a great way to kill those fantasies.

It is especially harmful to those fantasies that her husband is a pornstar himself and a black guy with a huge dick. She is telling men everywhere "I am taken" and also probably that if they did ever have sex with her, they would be inadequate.

When I was managing a club, a lot of the dancers were married or living with guys. Some also were gay. I told them not to lie but not to advertise any of that. A lot of guys who come into the club want to believe that they'll strike up a conversation with a dancer and hit it off and they'll wind up going out on dates and sleeping together. I am not talking here about paying a dancer for sex but about actual dating. That does happen, by the way. It doesn't happen as often as strip club customers would like but it does happen. I know dancers who moved in with or even married a customer they met while dancing.

However, even if there is no dating involved, it's just hornier for most guys to watch and touch dancers who might be available. You don't usually want to think that she's going to go home tonight and fuck her husband.

Maybe there are some guys who get turned on by that kind of thought but most don't.

When they come into the club, they throw their money at dancers who might be available. Even if they know there is no chance of an outside relationship, you don't want to tip a dancer for being sexy with you and think that she's going to give that money to her husband to get his car fixed.

Like I said, I told the dancers never to lie. If a guy asked if they were married, they should say "I'm involved with someone at the moment". I really hated it when some girls would lead a customer on and hint that an outside relationship was possible to get him to tip more and to buy more dances and the guy didn't know she was married. So no lying.

But don't go out of your way to tell guys that you're married. It makes it harder for them to fantasize about you even if your husband isn't a black pornstar with a much bigger dick.

Trouble

What do most businesses do when grosses are down? Strip clubs don't do any of those things.

Most businesses increase advertising when grosses are down. Strip clubs don't have much imagination when they come to advertising. Most of them take the same ads in the LA Weekly which feature photos of girls you know are not working in that club. They advertise free admission with a coupon. I think every guy who ever goes to strip clubs knows that it's easy to find a coupon for free admission and that the club makes that money up on the first drink you're required to buy.

Some strip clubs buy billboards. I never thought billboards were the best idea because if you are running a strip club, you are selling sex and you really can't make a billboard that sexy. Some zoning laws prohibit a billboard for a club from being near the club itself so that makes the billboards less help.

Other than that, most strip clubs have no idea where or how to advertise.

There is a place but they don't make much use of it. It's called the internet.

Most clubs have someone set up a site for them. It tells you where the club is. It tells you how wonderful the interior is and how great the girls are. Usually it does not show you the girls so that is meaningless.

It may not tell you the hours the club is open. Look at some strip club websites. It is amazing how often they leave that out. I think that information is the #1 reason I go to a strip club website.

They may also have a Twitter feed and have someone post roll calls on ZBone once in a while.

One of these days, strip club owners are going to figure out that they do more business if someone is constantly posting up to date roll calls on the internet. They will discover the value of posting pictures of the girls even if some won't show their faces. They will realize it's good marketing to have someone send out alluring tweets that say things like "Come down to the club tonight. At midnight, we're going to have ten nude women on stage and cover them with shaving cream"! Or "Samantha is looking hot in her new green bikini. Come watch her take it off"!

Strip club operators need to wise up about the value of the internet. It's the only way to reach customers directly with sexy advertising and it's almost free. You just need to have someone on your staff who knows how to use the internet and tweet.

What else do businesses do when grosses are down? They lower prices. Strip club managers hate to lower prices.

I'll write more about that next time.

A Tip for Dancers

I will continue my posts about trouble in the strip club business next week.

Right now, I would like to offer a free suggestion to dancers. I get a number of emails from dancers who ask me for advice on how they can earn more money in their clubs. This ties in with the strip club business problems I am writing about. A lot of dancers are working longer hours and making less and less.

I thought of something I would like to suggest to dancers. It doesn't cost anything and it can't hurt. Customers might even like it too.

Get last names.

You make up a name when you start dancing. You become Tiffany or Jasmine or Nadia or Angel. Instead, add a last name and become Tiffany Star or Jasmine Gold or Nadia Nymph or Angel Wingz.

Why do you want to do this? You want to build up a following. Let's say you're dancing at a Deja Vu and you decide to leave there and go to a Spearmint Rhino. If you're Jasmine at the Deja Vu and then you're Jasmine at the Rhino, the guys who liked you at Deja Vu aren't going to be able to look at a Rhino roll call and be sure that's you. If you're Jasmine Gold in both places, they will know.

Also, when you get to the Rhino, you may not be able to be Jasmine there. They may already have a Jasmine so you'll have to pick another name and they really won't know it's you. But they might let you be Jasmine Gold at the Rhino even if they already have a Jasmine.

As a dancer, you should always try for a unique name but it's getting harder and harder to do that with one name names. You have to come up with something so weird that no one can pronounce it or spell it and that has its drawbacks. If you add a last name, it makes it easier to have a unique name that guys can remember and will know it's you.

This didn't matter much before the internet came along and we had strip clubs posting roll calls but now strip club customers like to know who's dancing at a club before they go. I think any strip club management that doesn't post frequent roll calls to the internet is being very foolish. I believe there are customers who think "Gee, maybe I'll go to that club tonight" but if the club doesn't post a roll call on its site or on twitter or something like ZBone (preferably ALL OF THOSE), the customer assumes the lineup must not be that great.

But you see it all the time. Suddenly, a dancer named Destiny appears on the lineup of a club and guys start asking "Is that the same Destiny that danced at this other club"? This kind of thing matters to customers so it should matter to you.

Also I think that a last name makes a dancer seem more special. It makes it seem like she might be a famous porn star. (Before you pick your first and last name, you should google to make sure it isn't already the name of a real porn star.)

I would also advise dancers to get twitter accounts under their unique names and commit themselves to posting at least something every day. Post to say "I'm dancing at the Rhino from 10 PM to 2 AM tonight". Or post "Not going in tonight but I will be there tomorrow in my new red bikini". I see some dancers are using twitter to post photos of themselves. I think this is an enormously effective way to build up a clientele. If I were hiring dancers now and a girl came in who had a twitter account with a few hundred followers, that would make me want to hire her more and to give her good time slots.

The internet is your friend. Use it but remember you have to have a unique identity to be effective on the internet. That is why the last names.

The Grandfather Rule

The Grandfather Rule in strip clubs is very simple. It's that your #1 asset is that you're open and operating.

It is very difficult to open a new strip club. It takes an investment to get a building that will work as a strip club and to remodel it. I was once approached by a guy who had millions of dollars and wanted to open a new club down near Redondo Beach. For personal reasons, I decided to advise him for a while and he took me to the building he had in mind. It was a restaurant that had gone out of business. It was a building that had been many restaurants and all had failed. He thought that if you couldn't sell hamburgers in this area, you could sell tits.

We went through the closed restaurant with a realtor and with the investor's architect and discussed where you could put in a stage and how you could build dressing rooms and a private lapdance area. We also would need some sort of booth for the greeter and ticket seller and disc jockey. It was a nice restaurant but everything in there would have to be thrown away.

The architect later figured what it would all cost. The price tag came to about a million dollars. This was around 1987 so that was really a lot of money.

The investor could not lease the building and remodel it. The seller wouldn't let him change it that much because he didn't want to get stuck with a building that could only really work as a strip club. If the investor wanted to put one there, he would have to buy the building and the price for that was a million and a half dollars.

His upfront investment then would be 2.5 million. Add in a few hundred thousand more for lawyers, staffing, publicity and you could be spending three million.

That could still possibly have been a good investment if he was assured he could open up and do business there. The trouble was that he would have to build the place and spend all that money and then find out what kind of pressures would be put on the city to not let him open.

He had decided the neighborhood would not tolerate full nudity so he was going to open his club as topless. That would mean he would need a liquor license. That would mean it would not take a lot of pressure to cause him to lose his liquor license.

There were a hundred ways the city could stop him from opening if they didn't want that strip club there. Even if they couldn't legally stop him, they could send cops by so often that patrons would not want to go in. Would you go into a strip club if you always saw cops parked outside it?

The general rule is that some areas do not want strip clubs at all. Some areas will tolerate the ones that are already open but they will not allow any new ones. There are very few parts of this country where you can just open a strip club.

The most liberal place for strip clubs in Southern California is undoubtedly the City of Industry. This is where the Hawaii Theater was until recently. The Hawaii Theater was a club where you could walk in for the first time and before you'd gotten your drink, a stripper would come over, sit on your lap and ask if you wanted to fuck her.

The authorities in the City of Industry didn't close that place down. It finally closed down because another strip club wanted to operate at that address.

For all the openness allowed down there, no strip clubs have opened at new addresses there in over 20 years. There have been new clubs but they all opened by taking over existing locations and buying someone else out.

That explains the Grandfather Rule. Once it's there and open, it can stay open. Once it closes, it can't easily reopen. You can't even open a new club easily in the City of Industry.

Let us imagine I owned a strip club today. Let's imagine business is shitty. The economy is bad and a lot of guys don't have a lot of money to throw around on strippers. A lot of guys who do have that kind of money find it goes farther to spend it on escorts. On the internet, it is not hard to find a good looking one who will fuck and suck for $300. Why go to a strip club and spend $150 to look at tits and just touch them or maybe to get a quick awkward handjob in a dark, uncomfortable chair when you can spend a little more and have real sex?

Strip clubs also compete with porn. Porn is very easy to get in your home now and very cheap. You the person reading this are right now probably only one click away from watching some great looking woman swallow cum or get fucked in the ass. It may not be as good as a visit to your favorite club and session with your ATF but it's immediate and it's free.

So business is down at my club. I'm losing money. What do I do?

The answer in most cases is that I try to stay open and hope things will change or that someone will come in and buy me out. If someone wants to own a strip club, it will be a lot easier for them to buy me out and keep mine open than it would be to open a new one.

Unless things get really desperate, I'm not going to close. If I closed, I could probably never reopen.

If I was running a failing restaurant, I could close in one location and reopen in another. A strip club usually can't do that.

So I try to stay open. I raise prices a little. I pay the girls and the staff a little less. I put pressure on the girls to sell more dances and more dancer drinks.

I stay open and I hope trends will change or that someone will come in and offer me a big price for my place. They're not buying my shitty little building. They're buying a place where it's probably okay to keep running a strip club.

If I was operating a failing Chinese restaurant, they wouldn't pay me that much to take over. They can take any empty store on my street and open a Chinese restaurant in there. But they can't open a strip club. That is why I am still open.

In my next post, I'll explain what this means for you, the strip club customer.

Strip Clubs in Trouble?

I have been traveling a lot in the last month handling both family and business matters. At the end of some days, I need to unwind and turn my brain off so I head for a nearby strip club. This is especially the case when I am alone and in a town other than the one in which I live but I go to clubs in my home city of Van Nuys as well.

There have been some nice moments at these clubs but overall they have not been great experiences.

I thought at first it was me and that I had simply been to so many strip clubs in my life than I had gotten bored. I could never get bored of good looking naked women of course. If that ever happens, you could put me in a cemetary plot and start filling it with dirt. I did however think at first that the stress of what I was dealing with was harming my enjoyment of the clubs. Usually a visit to a strip club relieves stress for me and not just because and if I have a good sexual experience. Usually, it is a way of getting away from reality. Inside a strip club there are no windows and usually no clocks and the outside world seems to go away.

At times though that makes my thoughts turn inward and I feel like I am just delaying the solving of the problems instead of doing things to solve them.

I finally decided that that was not why I was not enjoying these clubs as much as I always did. I decided the clubs were different.

I first began to think this in a club in Indianapolis a few weeks ago. A dancer I found mildly attractive was hitting on me to spend $$$$ on private dances with her. That is not new of course but she was relentless. I said no and she would offer something else. Finally, she made me an incredible offer of a lot of sex (the works) for very little money. I would have said yes but there was something creepy about it.

It was an offer any heterosexual male would have grabbed but when I hesitated, she started crying. I heard her say "Jesus Christ, what do I have to do to make some money in this fucking place"?

She was a very attractive woman. She was not the kind of dancer I would have thought would have trouble making some money in that fucking place.

I looked around and I had not noticed before how empty the place was and how the guys who were there were not throwing around money very freely. This was on a Saturday night and if you can't make money in a strip club on Saturday night, you might as well have the women put their clothes on and have them start serving coffee like Starbucks. The girl told me how bad business was for her and I believed her.

She said management had instituted a new split on the money. She had to pay the club a minimum and tip out another minimum fee. That made it possible that she would dance all night and even sell a few privates and not go home with a cent. Under the old system, she split with them so if business was bad, she went home with at least something. In the next few clubs I went to, I made a point of asking the girls about the pay system.

In every single club, they told me it was getting harder to make money. Business was down. Fewer guys were coming in and they were spending less.

In every single club, the management had changed the deal to make sure the club made more and the dancers had to sell harder to make decent money.

I spoke to a friend who is still active in the business. He gave me his take on it.

He said most clubs are in a certain amount of financial trouble. He said the grandfather rule was the only thing stopping a lot of them from closing.

In my next post, I will tell you about the grandfather rule.

Ginger, Part 3

I was sitting the coffee shop with Ginger. We were ordering Breakfast. I was wondering if all we would do was eat Breakfast and then I'd drop her off somewhere or if we'd go someplace and have sex. If we did go someplace and have sex, would she expect me to pay for it?

I was just about to ask her what she had in mind besides eggs when she said the most amazing thing.

She said "You're probably wondering if we're going to have sex and if I expect you to pay me for it".

It was like she had read my mind. I admitted I was wondering something like that.

She said "I don't know if we're going to make love." I couldn't help but notice the shift from have sex to make love but it sounded like a good sign.

She went on, "If we do make love, it probably won't be tonight. I've never done that with a guy I've known less than a few weeks and I'm not going to start now".

I nodded like I understood that and appreciated it. I did. My dick may not have appreciated it but the rest of me did.

She went on, "If we do make love, I would never accept money. I've never done that and I'm not going to start now. So relax and enjoy your Breakfast".

It was one of the nicest things a woman ever said to me. I felt at ease and we had a very nice conversation that lasted more than 2 hours.

I asked her how she felt about dancing nude. She said she enjoyed it.

As I think back now about her, I don't think she would have enjoyed it if she had done it today or even years later. This was back before there were private dances. Strippers didn't mingle much with customers. It was just looking. Girls who don't want to be touched by everybody don't work in strip clubs anymore.

I asked her why she agreed to see me like this. She said there was something about my smile she liked. She said "I look out at the guys' faces a lot when I'm dancing. Some of them look like they want to rape us. Some of them look angry at us like they're mad they never had and will ever have a woman who looks as good as we do. Some of them look bored. I don't understand the ones who look bored. They come into a club that advertises naked women dancing and they look like they have no interest in seeing naked women dancing. You had the right look. You looked like you thought we were all beautiful".

I have done pretty well with strippers over the years even when I wasn't managing a club. I have always thought that one reason was that look on my face. It's usually real.

When we left the coffee shop, I drove her where she wanted to go. She had me drop her off at a street corner which I guess was near her house. I got a kiss on the cheek and it made me very happy.

I went back several times and took her out after the show. We just talked but we had a very good time. I took her out for dinner on one night she wasn't dancing at the club.

By now, she'd given me her address and I no longer had to drop her off at a street corner.

One night, she invited me over for dinner and said she would cook lasagna. She answered the door straight from the shower, naked and dripping wet. She said "I heard the doorbell and I ran around to find a robe. Then I realized you've already seen everything". I thought that was a good start to the evening.

She got dressed and we had dinner. The lasagna was pretty good. Her kitchen was a mess from preparing it and I volunteered to help with the cleanup and dishes. We had a nice time doing that then we sat on her couch and talked for a while.

Then we started kissing. Then tongues were involved. Then I had my hand on one of her breasts. Then she had her hand on my crotch.

Before long, my dick was out and she was playing with it. Then it was in her mouth. Then my hand was in her panties and one finger was up her twat. Then two fingers.

I said "Let's move to the bedroom" and she said "let's move to the bedroom" but we were both enjoying what we were doing too much to stop and move.

She had her blouse off by now but not her skirt. I suddenly felt a feeling that every guy knows and I told her "I'm going to come".

I meant that as a warning. If she wanted to have me inside her, she'd better stop sucking and if she didn't want me to come in her mouth, she'd better stop sucking.

Instead, she sucked harder and faster so I came in her mouth. That was one of the first times I had a woman like that. These days, most women like it but back then, a lot didn't. She spit it out in a Kleenex and gave me a big kiss like I had given her a wonderful gift.

We talked a little while longer while I recharged and then we went to the bedroom and got completely undressed. I got hard again just looking at her and before I knew it, I was on my back in her bed and she was riding me with my cock deep in her.

After a while, I said "I'm going to come". That was my warning to get off if she didn't want me to come inside her. She started riding me harder and faster so I came inside her. She shuddered and told me she was coming and she did. I'm sure it wasn't fake.

After, we cuddled for a while and she asked me to play with her clit. She said "After I come once, it's real easy to make me come again". I made her come three or four times playing with her clit.

I didn't stay the night. We both had things to do in the morning.

I left about 5 AM. She insisted on walking me out to my car and she was stark naked when she did it. No one came by but it was a real horny thing to see her standing out there on the street completely nude. I'd just come twice and I could feel myself getting hard again. I almost whipped it out and had her start sucking on it but I was still a little too tired for that. We kissed goodbye and she went in. I waited to make sure she got in safely and hadn't locked herself out before I drove off.

I thought I had a great new girl friend but it turned out that was the last time I ever saw Ginger. I called and got an answering machine. She never returned my call. I sent her flowers. I never heard back. I called the strip club and they told me she wasn't working that night and hadn't called in for times. I got suspicious that she'd told the manager to say no if a guy called and asked if Ginger was working so I went to the club one night and paid admission. She wasn't there. I asked the guy at the door and he said they hadn't seen her in weeks. She had apparently stopped working there before our big date.

I finally went to her apartment. This was about three months after the big date. There was another name on the mailbox.

I have no idea what became of her or why she never called again but it was still one of the best evenings of my life and I think fondly about it. Every so often, I even jack off thinking about it.

When people ask me why I like strip clubs, I tell them that I like looking at cute nude women. That's true but I usually think about Ginger and others like her.

Ginger, Part 2

Wednesday, I got a haircut and dressed a little better than I usually dressed when I went to a strip club. I got my new Mustang washed. That evening, I drove up to where the club was about two hours before closing time and managed to find a parking space in front of the club.

I was more nervous than I had been on any date before in my life. I was more nervous than the date where I first expected to get laid. At this point in my life, I had been to bed with four or five women. Ginger was sexier than any of them.

The night before, I had been thinking about Ginger and jacking off to my memories of her lovely body. It was a lovely masturbation but then I had a horrible thought.

What if she asks me for money?

We had a tentative date but was she thinking I was a guy who would be fun to spend some time with or was she thinking I was a guy who would pay $$$ to fuck her?

I had been a pretty good tipper at the club.

I was not necessarily opposed to paying her for sex. It depended on the price.

But I liked her in a different way than that.

I guess what I was really afraid of was not knowing what she expected. Suppose we went someplace and had sex and then she said "That will be $300". I only had about $150 on me. This was before there were ATMs so I couldn't get any more cash that evening.

As I waited outside the club for the right moment to go in, I thought I should have brought more money but it was too late.

I was hoping she wouldn't ask for money, even $100 not because I was cheap but because I was just hoping she liked me and not my wallet.

I sat in my car outside the club for a while then finally went in.

She was beautiful on stage. All the girls that night were beautiful but she was beautiful in a way I really liked. When she saw me there tossing a tip up, she recognized me and gave me a smile. She said "Are you staying around until closing"?

I think it was the first time I ever had a dancer talk to me from the stage. There was something a little thrilling about that. She was nude and by talking to me, she made me feel closer to her. There was no barrier between us.

I nodded yes. When the club closed at 2, she said "I'll meet you out front".

I went out and waited and waited and waited. By 2:30, I was convinced she was playing a trick on me. She had snuck out the back way and gone home laughing about the jerk waiting out front.

Around 2:35, she came out and apologized. The manager had kept the girls after to talk to them about some things. I told her I was afraid she'd snuck out the back. She told me the club had no back door.

We got in my car. She told me she didn't have a car with her. She said "I was hoping you would come by because I had a friend drop me off at work". I drove us down to the Ben Frank's coffee shop on Sunset. I'm not sure if that was its name then but that's the name it had later. We settled into a booth and I realized I had not told her my name. I told her.

She told me her name. It was not Ginger. I thought that was a good sign.

I was trying to figure out where I stood. The date had just been for Breakfast and we were there having Breakfast. She ordered a large one.

Was I taking her home after that?

Was I going in with her?

Was I taking her to my place?

Would there be sex at all and if so would money be involved?

I turned to her and said "I think we need to discuss something". Before I could say what it was, she said the most amazing thing.

I will tell you what it was in the next part.