Kilt Boy

Yes, I think we can all agree that black girls rule, but I'm talking about something else entirely here. I just found out last night that there are quotas at most (if not all) strip clubs for black ladies. I was informed that some clubs won't allow a ratio of more than 25% dark on the floor at a time. That may be fine for a club like the Sundowner where they have a hundred girls working at a time, but a smaller one might only allow one ebony beauty to work at a time. Also, they will stagger it so that one black girl doesn't follow another on stage. Madness

You've just met a nice girl (or guy, but we'll stick with the girl imagery), and she puts her number in your phone. She texts her phone to show you it works. Awesome. It could be someone you're seeing for a massage, an intimate encounter, a dancer, anyone really. Maybe she wants to give you updates on her schedule, maybe she's just friendly and adding a personal touch to what may in the future become a more personal relationship. It's a small sign of trust. It might be a hint that you've made a good impression. Not long after (days, hours even) you get a call or text with a seemingly innocent request for help. Not money, but actual personal assistance. She is in some amount of distress and could use your help. I'll leave the details out because they could be quite wide-ranging. Is this a trap? Do you feel that you've made an honest connection and what you're being asked for is something you're capable of? Are you going to end up in a help spiral that will end with you donating a kidney by the end of the evening after a daring escape from some local gang members? How far are you willing to go?

Sarah is earning her money today. So is Chrissy! She's only in town for a couple of weeks a month, but so worth it. This is her last night for a while. Not to be missed

Yeah. We dated for a while.

I may try to sneak out for a quick one. Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

From the previous page, I thought I'd actually embed the gifs. Much easier when scanning the pages not to have to click through to the image.

I remember last year when a blizzard forced the city to shut down a large part of the city's business at the same time. Everyone was trying to get home at the same time AND UTTER MADNESS ENSUED! After standing in the snow and cold for an hour, legs starting to get a bit cold, I noticed that all the buses going downtown were empty. Now, let me think. Where can I go downtown that is going to be welcoming, have drinks, and good company? Some place where the girls don't wear many clothes, that's where. It took a while to get completely warm, but I had a lot of help as the club was pretty dead. Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

I enjoy peeler bars more than massages or escorts. Sex takes too long for it to be a financially viable strategy. Besides, I got that all out of my system long before the turn of the century. I miss dancing more than any other part of my sordid past. It was making new connections, however brief, and getting a little freaky in a short time. That felt naughty. "Oh, but we just met!" Then, you put your street clothes on and walked out and nobody knew who you were. It was a great fantasy. I suppose I still get that same rush at a strip club, now. The role reversal hasn't changed anything. It's still exciting and fun. I try to help the girls have a fun time, too. I make jokes and play the fool, or the obviously inexperienced newbie, which is always good for a few laughs. I probably spend as much money on dances as I would for a 2-hour massage, so it isn't because I'm cheap. It's what works for me.

I think it was her rudeness that did it. I mean, we all play the game when we're there. This seemed a bit too real. I start to see why she "can't" dance at Bare Fax anymore. Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

A quick etiquette question. Yes. Put a lace doily under your drink before continuing. This is something that happened a couple of weeks ago. I'm in the club, spreading the joy around, and one girl I'd been with won't take the hint that I don't have any more money for her. Her, specifically. Now, this girl is a high-earner. Beautiful, great in the CR, working the room quickly and efficiently, rarely at the bar. I start to be a bit more deliberate in my explanation (I don't know how, without being overly rude), when she asks me what my type is. I point at another girl who I had been waiting for, and she says, "What? Are you blind? You prefer THAT over ME?" I picked up my things, stood up, and said, "Yes." Then I left. My money was no different from anyone else's, and I have no idea why she barnacled onto me. It was actually preventing me from having a good time. What is the best way to handle something like that? Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

In for the terrible-but-cheap lunch today. Lots of regular girls, and a whole passel of new-to-me faces (and other parts). Probably 40 guys in, as well. It was a good group. My side saddle was never empty. Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

Try harder. She is worth the extra effort. Don't be afraid to use road flares if necessary.

Additional Comments:

True. She did mention something about showing me her bunt. BTW, I did recognize them Wednesday, just not on Tuesday. Delicious and I had an hour long political free-for-all. It was quite exhausting. Sent from my SM-N910W8 using Tapatalk

I think that what I love most about this place is that it isn't too big. You can see pretty much the entire front room from any seat. That allows you to quickly scan for available sweeties and see who is having a good time. Being able to actually see the faces of other patrons may not work for some people, but I feel it contributes to a more relaxed atmosphere. Guys like Hondius and curmudgeon don't feel funny about approaching a total stranger and offering to buy him a beer. (Hondius, you still owe me a beer.) [emoji3]

Wow. That's some pretty harsh treatment.