Strip Club Reports

[Acaryu]

1. Went to Pink Pony around 10pm. The feature dancer is extremely talented. you should go see her. Then you will understand how the girls do it in porn.
2. Went to Diamond Club. Inside decoration is pretty good. Girls quality 4-7. Second tier club. Pretty good dances. They are the only club I know that offers 15 min VIP.
Enough Clubbing for awhile. Need some rest. See too much cat.

[Acaryu]

Went to 3 clubs Friday.
1. Follies. Went there around 4 pm. They charge $5 parking even in the daytime. Sucks. There is NO self park place that I can find. Went in and awfully dark. $4.75 beer. Was there about 40 min. All girls there are the curvy type and a mixture of black, latin and white girls. Cant find my type of slim girls with nice boobs. If you like big butts, big boobs, this is your place. Moved on.
2. Pink Pony. There have a lot of nice looking girls up to a few 9's in the dayshift. When I asked one of the girl to dance, she asked me 2 questions:
a. VIP? b. how many songs do you want? This was before she started dancing. Sometimes I get 5-10 songs if the girls treat me right. After 2 songs, I sent her on her way. Pink Pony girls are nice looking but they definitely have serious attitude. White young handsome guys may fair better. After 2 hours, I moved on.
3. Went to Oasis around 7. Lots of girls. Lots of 8's. The highest quality few girls are not comparable to PP. But they are very friendly to talk to and make you feel comfortable. Stay on for the night shift also. Good entertainment and nice looking girls. This got to be the top club in Atlanta now. I was very surprised that with the long weekend, they still had so many girls.

[Knight Crawler]

Went to Shooter's Alley Wednesday after work about 3:30PM. When I first got there it was kind of slow w/a few fuglys working the room. There was this cute black dancer on stage, but her looks quickly diminished when she started hustling me for drinks. When I wouldn't buy her a few rounds she started busting my chops. Next, I saw a beautiful red-bone by the name of Satin. The only bad thing was that her breast were plastered flat on her chest due to the 6 kids! Satin was very friendly, but she let it be known that extras were strictly off limits. The dances were ok, but mostly air dances. I suspect that more was available after hours. Got a dance from my new wife, Anna. Anna is a brazilian born bombshell w/a body out of this world! I damn near had an accident as she kept grinding that ass in my lap. I would definitely be back to see her. I have a strong feeling that extras are available w/Anna in VIP. Last, but most certainly not least is Laylani; petite lil firecracker that is half-Turkish and half-black. This little spinner gave me all kinds of chest problems. Even the little soldier had a hard time remaining at ease. I emptied my pockets and reserves on her. Think extras are possible, but not sure. Said she used to work the Oasis until she got in an argument w/the owner. PW might know her for sure. If so, please PM me w/some of your trusted intel.

After Shooter's I shot on down the road to Ol' Bankhead. You'll have to see my other post for that story (streetwalker report). I even posted visuals.

Stay safe!

BAMF!

[Repairman350]

I checked out Flashers on Thursday night. I got there a little before midnight. There were alot of girls there. There were 4 to 5 trashy Latino spinners, 2 big-tittied milfs, 3 black girls and an assortment of fatties. In addition, I noticed a few women dressed in street clothes walking around and talking to different guys. Two of these women were pretty hot by themselves, a couple more were ugly. I'm pretty sure the uglies were escorts, not sure about the hot ones.

I got two lapdances. First was lame, second was hot. After watching for a while, you could see which girls gave hot grinding dances and which didn't. I didn't go for the VIP, but if I were looking for extras, this might be the place. The VIP rooms are totally private, and they had alot of them.

I can also see why BanditX had such a tough time here. This club seemed made for regulars. Better than half of the guys that walked in after me had a stripper rush up and give them a hug, as if they were long lost buds. I was definately an outsider there. Women would look past me to see if one of the regulars was freed up.

I liked Follies better overall, but if I was looking to bust a nut, time would be better spent at Flashers. Happy Hunting fellas.

[Repairman350]

I checked out Follies on Monday afternoon, around 5-ish. Saw maybe 6-7 Latin girls, one fair-skinned blonde, and another dark blonde with nice tits. The worst girl rated a 5. There were two Latinos there that were more fair-skinned Latin, with jet black hair, and I would have rated them higher than 8. Overall, the quality of ass was good.

I talked to three of the Latinos, just usual strip club chat. I got two lapdances in the main area. I went with a mid-30's milfy Latino to the VIP for $140. No extras were ever offered or implied, nor was there any hint of take-out possibilities. The mileage in the VIP was very high though. She rubbed all over me, and massaged my cock through my pants. She allowed me to lick and play with her tits, lightly rub her clit and her butthole (I didn't try to finger her.) When my hand was down south, she would be glancing toward the entrance, to make sure no one was paying attention. When another couple came in, she made me quit.

It seems like a read in a previous post that there is more than one VIP area at this club, and that extras are possible there. If so, then they must save it for the regulars and/or the high rollers. I only noticed the one VIP area, and it was far from private. Still, not a bad experience. Mr. Happy got the hell beat out of him when I got home.

I think I'll try Flashers or Shooter's Alley next.

[Gag on It]

Excellent article. Accurate summary.


So you want to date a stripper?
by Greg Bruns

That stuff applies to all fine women nowadays...LOL most fine women have the samne psychology as a stripper.. good read though

[Sgt Soros]

Excellent article. Accurate summary.


So you want to date a stripper?
by Greg Bruns

So you got a stripper's phone number, huh? Called her up and chatted about this and that and had a nice little conversation with her, huh? What's her name? Cinnamon? Going out with her for lunch on Saturday, eh? Very Nice. Here are a few tips — because dating a stripper is a hazardous affair and the only thing you're going to get out of this insane ride are bragging rights for the rest of your life. This article is based on information gleaned from my brief stay in Stripperville.

First of all, you've got to have a destination in mind before you embark on this venture. What do you want from the Stripper? A few fun evenings out on the town with a little hottie on your arm? Sex? Free passes to the Titty Bar where you met her? Everlasting true love? Handjob? Look — walking into this without a goal is certain means for failure, because she operates on her own terms and if you let her manipulate you and lead the show, you're sunk. She meets 50 guys a night who are potential dates, so she's just playing the odds with you. She's thinking she just might meet someone who can handle her, but no one can. Trust me. No one can handle her. You'll never change her or pull her out of Stripperville. Remember that and keep your eyes on the prize.

Several points to consider:

1. You're not Special.

You're one of 18 guys she's juggling right now, and one of a hundred who witness her naked glory every night. It's her job to make guys feel like they're the only one she's interested in. She gets paid handsomely for that skill. That sultry stare she's giving you across the dinner table with those piercing green eyes is the same look that forces 75 men-a-night to fumble for their wallets and jam fistfuls of green into her G-string even though they're six months behind on child support.

2. She makes more money than you. Get used to it.

Keep in mind that she pulls down more than most corporate attorneys (who also represent a large portion of her clientele). She's ripping 2-5K a week tax-free, and you shouldn't expect her to pay for anything. It's not in her nature. Guys fawn all over her every single night and offer her stacks of crisp Benjamins in an effort to get their knobs slobbered on in the parking lot behind the club (something she'll claim she's never done, but the other girls at the club have — right — she's done it at least once).

3. If you get emotionally involved with this girl, you're in for a hurricane of pain.

Your future with this chick: broken dates, shattered windows, holes punched in doors, a slew of ex-boyfriends and husbands, a thousand "friends" calling all the time, an encyclopedia of restraining orders she has out on said exes and a couple customers who stalked her for six months. Her apartment is littered with soggy G-strings and cheap 8-inch heeled shoes, along with empty tubes of body glitter, mascara, prescription drugs, zit cream, Aqua Net and Polaroid pictures of her and her "friends" engaged in some drinking and dancing on St. Patrick's Day last year. The Polaroid pictures of her and her stripper friends getting nasty for the entire bar are still circulating around town because one of the guys she dated last month stole them out of her nightstand when he sensed the end was near and he wasn't going to be getting any more Cinnamon Love.

3. She has more guy friends than you had all throughout high school and college, collectively.

Sometimes they'll just drop in when you two are hanging out and you're thinking it might get romantic. The guy friend will ask her — right in front of you — if she wants to go to Happy Hour at the Knick Knack Paddy Whack Lounge and she'll look at you with bright eyes and say, "Yeah — let's go to Happy Hour with Tim here — it'll be fun!" And you, still gripping on to that glimmer of hope for some pussy, will say yes and you'll spend the next three hours in a simmering rage while you quaff watered-down Bud Light drafts, because she's the most popular girl in the bar and every person with a penis in there is looking to hop on the Stripper Wagon that is blazing through Stripperville at a very unsafe speed.

All of those "guy friends" started out just like you, chief. They saw the Promised Titty Land and thought they could get there, too. Once they tired of the bullshit and drama, or she found someone else, they were relegated to "friends." They could've bought a fucking sailboat with all the money they blew on young Cinnamon, and now they hang on to some last vestige of hope, thinking that she may just get drunk enough some night and let them put their spit on the slit. You guys could all get together and swap the exact same stories about wasted nights, full-blown disappointment, and confused, desperate whack-off sessions when you all found out that dating a stripper is no different than trying to debate Nietzsche with a Dalmation.

4. Her life is a flurry of activity selected at random.

This stimulates her sub-par self-esteem. At 10am she will be rocketing down the freeway at 130mph on the back of some guy's crotch rocket. By 1pm she's already at some different guy's house, swimming naked in the pool with him and his Great Dane named Robo. By 5pm she's doing "X" at some other guy's house, and from there she goes home for the five-minute shower and gets ready for work.

5. She'll blow you off for three dates in a row.

When you keep calling, she knows she has you. That Saturday night dinner and special room you've secured at the fucking Ritz will be vaporized after she tells you she's going to Mexico with some of her "friends." Her whimsical trip to Mexico will forever after be known as Cabo Wabo Orgy 2002, and you'll likely come across some digital pix of her fellating two guys on the beach in Cabo while you're scanning some amateur porn site on the Net.

It's a crazy affair, for sure, but just remember these do's and don'ts and you'll be fine:

DON'T ever call her and not announce your name. Her phone rings more than all of the lines at the New York Times combined. Don't put her in the precarious position of trying to guess your name. "Is it Steve? Rick? Mike? Dave? Javier? Justin? Michael? Chris? Matt? Juan? Adam? Alex? Roberto? Ed? Brian? Eugene? Tim?" She'll make it quite clear that she has many suitors, which excites her to no end, and puts you in a bottle of bourbon all alone by 9pm that night. Try to sound upbeat: "Hi Cinnamon, this is Greg, I was just walking through Tiffany's, looking at a $900 sterling-silver ashtray and thought of you." (She smokes. They all smoke. She'd gush over an ashtray from Tiffany's. Don't buy it, though. Make her think you would've bought it for her, if only there was a rose engraved on it.)

DON'T ask her about her fucking tattoos unless you want to look like one of her customers.

DON'T go see her at her job unless it's absolutely necessary. A necessity would be getting her condo key so you can go feed her cat. If you get to that point, FYI, you're now one of her "friends," and you can wrap up the sexual fantasies you have of her by beating off right on her pillow after you throw the cat some Meow Mix.

DON'T try to keep up with her. Don't skip work to spend the day with her. She works nights and you work days. Keep your job. Her days are spent at tanning booths, Frederick's of Hollywood and chic outdoor cafés where her and her stripper "friends" eat poached salmon salads with dressing on the side.

DO carry lots of hundreds in a money clip. Make sure she sees you strip off the bills when the dinner check comes. Or better yet, whip out the Corporate Amex and toss it on the table like you're folding a bad poker hand. Clasp your hands behind your head and lean back into your chair after you make the Amex toss, as if to say, "See that? Unlimited credit, baby."

DO kiss her on the cheek when she shows up at your place for the nice dinner you're going to cook her, and knock her fishnets off with your ability to handle the cuisine and wine. At some early point in the evening though, you're going to have to find her cell phone in her purse and steal the battery out of it, because that thing will ring incessantly and she will eventually find something or someone better to do. Pull the battery or she's going to get some call at midnight, when you've got the Miles Davis playing lightly in the background, and the candles illuminating the room in a soft glow and you think you're about to "storm the beach." This call will undoubtedly be from one of her "friends" who is going to an after-hours party at some country bar and all of the sudden she'll squeal with delight and jot down the address on her hand and say to you, "Let's go Two-Stepping at the Country Bunker with John and Kevin!"

DO remember this: strippers are more fucked up than The Who was during their 1973 U.K. "Quadrophenia" Tour. They're a bad lot to hang out with, because there's so much freedom and money in Stripperville. They've got it all and they don't need you or anyone else. All they need is their Xanax and Raspberry Stoli on the rocks and their job. Yeah — the job. That's what fuels the lifestyle and you're never going to pry her from it. Don't even suggest it.

If your goal from the aforementioned list is "sex," you need to understand that it's going to take at least five dates. At least. Figure $250 per date. Compound that and it's a nice little used Hobie Cat or a decent house payment. While that fine body, devoid of tan lines, might fuel you to the fifth date, I'd recommend looking into escort services in your area. With an escort, you're getting what you want right off the bat, and it'll likely cost you half of what Cinnamon is charging.

Good luck in Stripperville. It'll be a short stay, but something you'll talk about for years to come.

[Repairman350]

Thanks, BbanditX for your response. Its sounding like Follies is the place I need to hit up first. I have had a craving for latin women for a while now, but wouldn't mind seeing a bit of everything.

[Wazoo]

Now that's the right way to make an entrace on the board. Sirslam provided concrete, helpful advice on his very first post. That's the way to build credibility and earn favors. Newbies, take heed!

[Tiger Guy X]

Thanks for the heads up. I'll be sure to keep that advice in mind next time around.

I don't know about you guys, but I generally have excellent luck at Flashers VIP. Try Ashley (tall beautiful brunette -- three successful interactions) and Shay (shorter cute brunette who loves her "craft") during the day time. During the evening try a blonde that is bulgarian. There is also a tall blonde there during the day time that I believe is amenable. I don't buy the black/white thing as I am a black guy and have never had a bad experience there. Some evenings it does get very hard to get something as the dancers do tend to hook up with regulars. so I try to go during hours which are not so heavy. Extra tip to the waitress keeps her away for a bit longer.

While new to this place, I was a regular on TBD out of Chicago prior to relocating.

Sirslam

[Tiger Guy X]

There are lots of black clubs in Atlanta too many to tell you which ones aren't. If you simply like white women or want a club with lots of variety then hit up Pink Pony, Follies, Oasis, The Masters, Shooter Alley, Tiffany's, Flashers, Crazy Horse Saloon, Doll House, or the Gold Rush, just to name a few. Basically you can look up any online strip club listing and they will pretty much tell you which which ones are black, mixed, or etc.

Hello, I live in Alabama, but I make frequent trips to Atlanta. Could anyone tell me which clubs in the area are all black? I am not trying to be racist, but I've been reading about one or two that sounded like they had only black women. Don't get me wrong, there are alot of attractive black women in strip clubs. I like em alot. I just don't want to stroll into the wrong club and be out of place (I'm bright Irish white, damn near glow in the dark.)

Hope this question doesn't offend anyone. Thanks for your time.

Repairman.

[Gag on It]

Happens to the best of us. I am a professional white male and it happens to me on occasion. I think it has a lot to do with just how much drugs/alcohol they have had that day.

LOL is all I will say to that...

[Sirslam]

I don't know about you guys, but I generally have excellent luck at Flashers VIP. Try Ashley (tall beautiful brunette -- three successful interactions) and Shay (shorter cute brunette who loves her "craft") during the day time. During the evening try a blonde that is bulgarian. There is also a tall blonde there during the day time that I believe is amenable. I don't buy the black/white thing as I am a black guy and have never had a bad experience there. Some evenings it does get very hard to get something as the dancers do tend to hook up with regulars. so I try to go during hours which are not so heavy. Extra tip to the waitress keeps her away for a bit longer.

While new to this place, I was a regular on TBD out of Chicago prior to relocating.

Sirslam

[Repairman350]

Hello, I live in Alabama, but I make frequent trips to Atlanta. Could anyone tell me which clubs in the area are all black? I am not trying to be racist, but I've been reading about one or two that sounded like they had only black women. Don't get me wrong, there are alot of attractive black women in strip clubs. I like em alot. I just don't want to stroll into the wrong club and be out of place (I'm bright Irish white, damn near glow in the dark.)

Hope this question doesn't offend anyone. Thanks for your time.

Repairman.

[Tiger Guy X]

I don't get it. $350 for a VIP dance where you "didn't do anything" and you call that a nice VIP experience?

Maybe a better move is this. Make an appointment with a $300 incall girl, and then spend the hour prior to that at a strip club giving $1 tips. For $300 you should be able to get an incall session that will blow any VIP room experience away.

I didn't say my VIP was nice, just it was a nice "fishing expedition" to find out what truely is available. Although I didn't do anything the girl definitely implied that I could have definitely gotten "something" I wanted had I explicitly made my expectations clear and "lead" her to do what I wanted. She was doing this little thing where since she didn't know if I was a cop she says she "follows" my lead. Hahahaha. Anyways the VIP. At least on this trip. Served some purpose to me at least even if I didn't get "something" better than a typical VIP.

By the way I do know about Escorts, but the 2 times I've tried to meet one here in the Atlanta area they have completely wasted my time. Both times I had to drive to some general area then do the call back thing. Only neither picked up after I had driven to the general area they stated. So both times I just ended up wasting gas and then going to the strip club anyways. Hahahaha.