Are they going to go to a no touch policy?
That was how it used to be when I was much younger.
I got kicked out of the Old Yellow Rose in 1978? (on Lamar?) for touching a girls calf muscle after tipping her a dollar!
Never could understand going to a place and not being able to fuck.Lol. Those were the...let's just say the old days. It was virtually no contact whatsoever (as in YOU can't let your hands roam...her butt could grind on you, or she could shove her boobs in your face). If your hand even grazed a booty, you would get a stern warning, i.e. a mush face "NO TOUCHING!" warning from the stripper, or get jacked up by the bouncer..similar warning with an EXPLETIVE in there.
Go in, spend money and go home and jerk off Originally Posted by Gotyour6
Lol. Those were the...let's just say the old days. It was virtually no contact whatsoever (as in YOU can't let your hands roam...her butt could grind on you, or she could shove her boobs in your face). If your hand even grazed a booty, you would get a stern warning, i.e. a mush face "NO TOUCHING!" warning from the stripper, or get jacked up by the bouncer..similar warning with an EXPLETIVE in there.You nailed the progression of the business exactly!
More than one of these on the same night would probably get you thrown out.
Fast forward over some time, and maybe another club in another city. Maaaaaybe you could sneak a feel in if the girl likes you a little, i.e. you're a consistent visitor and tipper. She'll sit in your lap sometimes when you first show up, which means you can get a hug and 'support' her weight on your thigh, which means your hand is in contact with some measure of naked flesh on her body. In essence, you're copping a feel the few minutes she's sitting in your lap.
Damn thigh muscle went numb 10 minutes ago supporting her sexy 120lbs, but fuck it...you got a hot chick in your lap. There's no way this side of hell I was going to actually fuck her, but the couple feels I copped could weigh in as good spank material later. You end up spending good money for the privilege of banging her in your mind later on, while she goes home and sucks off her ungrateful, fat ass boyfriend.
Fast forward further into the future. I managed to be able to cop open feels on strippers while they gave lap dances. They really didn't mind, and often times encouraged it. I even managed to get some steady banging on one. Not a boyfriend in a technical sense, but was banging her on the regular, and even spent some nights with her.
She wasn't what you would call gorgeous, but not bad, and body was ok. She wasn't as hot as the strippers I REALLY wanted to bang (the big booty, perky tits, make a dead man cum types), but took what I could get.
Further progress into the stripper life (even after a hiatus from scene), I go to clubs where the girls would take your hand and put it somewhere if you weren't taking any initiative. Was like, ok...damn, my bad. Ok, I'll...feel something.
This was a huge markup from what I was previously used to. There was a bouncer roaming, but, I guess to make sure you weren't...oh, I dunno, openly fucking.
Probably in the last couple years is when the true payoff of going to strip clubs has come into fruition. Soooo, yeah. Most of the last couple decades have been wasting a shitload of money in strip clubs.
Hell, I could have a Ferrari if I got all that money back in a lump. Hilarious, but...sad, at the same time.
I don't miss the old days at all, which goes without saying. Originally Posted by Randall Creed
You nailed the progression of the business exactly!Hell yeah, they were prettier then. Goddamn, they were. Fuck, man. The restraint it took to keep from...asserting oneself onto, or should I say, into them.
It seems like they were prettier in the no touch days but maybe it is just nostalgia... Originally Posted by friendly fred
Hell yeah, they were prettier then. Goddamn, they were. Fuck, man. The restraint it took to keep from...asserting oneself onto, or should I say, into them.Amen!!
There was this one time in the no touch days where I was getting a lap dance from a chick that had dimensions so perfect that even God himself would brag about. She did that front facing slide down move, where they end up face to face with you. My dick went from noodle to steel in .002 of a second.
My instincts just palmed her by the ass, pulling her into me with a slight grind upwards. I could feel her gasp softly as I did it (our lips were barely not touching).I felt a serious heat rush go through my body. I’m sure she felt it, too. She had that bubblegummy, sweet smell about her, that was so hypnotic. For about 3 seconds I wanted to tear off what little she was wearing (only a thong) and take what I wanted from her. But I caught myself, snapping out of her trance.
She didn’t bust me out or anything, didn’t even knock my hand away. It was an isolated moment that she just let me get away with. It’s almost like she implying, “it’s alright... I know I’m really hot.”
Thinking back on it, I wish I’d push the envelope a little more, to see how far it could’ve gone. Originally Posted by Randall Creed