Hit the club late night of a bachelor party and groom was so banged up, we explained to hostess/door that groom was a quadriplegic and could we carry him in and toss him in a booth. Desperate times.....
I was lucky enough to get a lap dance from a pregnant stripper who also had a "Nug Life" tattoo in the style on 2Pac.
95 or 96 me and my girl are in Ybor at the edge and the dj sucks and she says hey my girlfriend XXX works at some club called the Mons Venus. I didn't know that club and where it was so we hopped in a taxi and told him take us to the Mons Venus. He was smiling his ass off. We get there and it wasn't the club we were expecting lol, full nude no liquour or beer (I was rolling my nuts off so it's a bit hazy) my girl sits me at the stage and runs off to find XXX. 10 minutes later XXX is in my lap we are all talking about partying with the rolls in my pocket, she hands me 100 in singles and tells me to have fun while her and my girl run off to do whatever. That place was out of control and where I developed a fondness for big black tiddies with the scent of cocobutter on them.
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Have you seen a one armed man around here?
In 2000 I got a job with an Israeli company and was in Tel Aviv for training. All the Israeli guys are like you need to go to the Bursaclub. Me, a tall black guy from NY, and a little Singaporian dude are like hell yeah we are in! We get a taxi and get there at like 1030 and the place is empty except for the Russian bouncers, the bartender and a super hot but regularly dressed waitress. We get a table by the stage the waitress comes up and we start chatting. Where is everyone? Oh we just opened maybe in an hour people will start showing up. We start drinking and shortly people start filing in but kinda hiding in the corners. I have made friends with the waitress at this point and I ask why nobody sits out in the open, she shrugs and says Jewish Guilt. Then she brings the DJ over to us and we are rapping with him, he is from NY, super cool guy. They fire up the lights the DJ starts the music and the girls come out. Maybe 12 or 15 of them, all insanely beautiful like most women in Israel although none of these are from there, all Russian, Brazilian and Ethiopian. They each strip naked and kind step out and show off the goods. Another song startsthe DJ says something in Hebrew then says "for my friends from America" and they all march off the stage and come straight to us. I had 3 girls on me, taking my shirt off, working for that private dance, I look over my boy from NY is loving it 4 girls on him, we reach across for a hi five. I look back at the dude from Sing, he is stiff arming the strippers away and asking me for help. I got the ladies attention and got them moving elsewhere but the ones on me we not giving up easy. It was a helluva night, we drank all their cognac, and I ended up watching the sunrise on the beachfront with the waitress
Bunny Don't Surf
Have you seen a one armed man around here?
Nope, this one was on the island. No recollection of the name...they all blur together.
Anybody remember the name of the short-lived strip club in Burlington, VT? Same timeframe in the military...our unit was supporting another unit that was doing mountain training at Underhill with the VT National Guard. A different guy I was with was begging me to take him up to St. Catherine St. He was way to into the strip club scene. Girls at the Burlington club were a huge disappointment. I figured some hotties from UVM might be in there. Of course, it was like a Tuesday night so not unexpected.
Another UVM alum...Montreal was home away from home in the early 90s. We would start a Friday or Saturday night with watching the Habs play in the old Forum for cheap standing only seats and then work our way to Super Sexe. Felt like we adopted a young lady working her way through school named Fanny. I can't imagine how much $$ we sent her way over a couple years. Best part of going was watching Frenchie batchelor parties. They would get the guy up no stage by himself in his tighty whiteys and have him sit in a chair. Girl after girl would dance for him and more often than not the guy had to get dragged off the stage with a hugh boner and for his own safety after getting handsey. Good times.
So, not a first person story, but when I lived in Boston in the 80s, I heard about a joint out in Western Mass that was in a giant old hanger, had some kind of divider down the middle, and used to run strip shows for guys on one side, and for gals on the other. Around 10:30-11, they would pull back the divider and just turn everyone loose. Must have been wild.
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Went to Fantasy Girls in Reno on a Saturday afternoon during a break from gambling. Hispanic guy with a heavy accent started throwing bills in the air and yelling “bark like a dog”. All of a sudden there were 3 strippers on all fours crawling across the stage going “woof woof”. Lasted a few minutes before the bouncer stopped it. Guy musta tossed out a couple hundred bucks.
Quando paramucho mi amore de felice carathon.
Mundo paparazzi mi amore cicce verdi parasol.
Questo abrigado tantamucho que canite carousel.
Perhaps some of the mags or maggettes here need supplementary income or enjoy the stage.
Has anyone here been a stripper?
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OH, MY GAWD! ―John Hillerman Big Billie Eilish fan.
But that's a quibble to what PG posted (at first, anyway, I haven't read his latest book) ―jono
we are not arguing about ski boots or fashionable clothing or spageheti O's which mean nothing in the grand scheme ― XXX-er
That place is an institution. Tampa is best known for two things, The Mons and The Traficante family https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santo_Trafficante_Jr.
Speaking of The Mons, if you have ever enjoyed Cigar City beer, that was initially funded by The Mons $$.
Joe Redner Jr. is (was) the owner( sold to Oscar Blues for $60 MM), son of Joe Redner- the founder of The Mons Venus.
I love our dark history here.
Weekday, mid afternoon, doing some home plumbing repairs, a slow day in our small town. I got a call from a buddy who needed some help moving a couch. He picked me up, we moved said couch, and before dropping me home stopped in at another friend’s home. We joined a couple of middle aged dad type guys I sort of know, drinking beers with two conspicuously overdressed, sort of hot but a little overweight “hair dressers” from our regional centre. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I can drink beer and shoot the shit with anyone. I’m just chilling till I can get back to my repairs, when one of the girls declares she’s bored and that we should do some coke, to which our host constructively adds should be done off the other girl’s generous ass. Next thing I know I’m taking my turn snorting lines off some bare tattooed ass, but it’s pretty clear that my buddy and I are extraneous to wherever this is headed, so we bid our goodbyes, and I return to my plumbing project with quite a buzz going.
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I may or may not be in those stories.
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Samuel L. Jackson as Jules Winnfield: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?
Perhaps we can help determine that. Were any of the girls named Ashlee?
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It all started when I found myself a single father and needed to put myself through grad school. You know how the rest of this goes
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That was pretty tame, all things considered. Plus, I thought we were never to speak of such things again.
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Last time I went back there my wife may have been with me. It may have been 4 am, and it may have gone seriously downhill since we had last been there. Maybe.
Samuel L. Jackson as Jules Winnfield: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?
is the strip club on the way up to Hunter still there? pretty scary place...
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