Strip Club Reports

[Joshua Falken]

Thank you for the entertaining report. Yes, the days of affordable fun in the clubs has long passed.

And there's the alarming trend.

"Yeah, full-service used to be available for a reasonable price at <blank> back before <blank>, but not any more."

The first blank refers to any Volusia strip club. The second blank refers to any event that occurred before I showed up to partake, LOL.

Don't worry AMP lads, I'll stay away so at leasy you'll still have your HE's, LOL.

Cheers!

[Edgewater94]

Here in the final (probably) chapter we'll explore the fundamental question posed back in part one, detail a few lessons learned, discuss budgets, and tie up a few loose ends. That's quite a haul so best get cracking.

So what was the fundamental question? Well, back in part one I stated "Recently I've developed a wild hair up me arse to learn the strip club scene and determine if there is anything in it for me. " So the question is, "Is there anything in the local strip club scene for me?"

The answer to that question, like all important questions, is nuanced, but the short answer is "not much." Let me explain.

If my goals were to lust over scantily clad lasses, massage some rather fine bare breasts, or have a truly magnificent wee arse grind on my cock through trousers, then I would haunt these clubs like Hill House. These are not my goals. To be frank, I want to nut while inside a ridiculously fine lass. Is that too much to ask, LOL!

So these are my findings. Generally, the hotter the lass, the more expensive her services. And I'm not talking about private dances (yawn). I'm talking about VIP / Champagne Room playtime frivolities. These start around two hundred bob for fifteen minutes with an F-7 (my lowest bar) and will generally include all-access touching at a minimum. With an F-7 or below (and, as always, depending on the individual lass), this may also include a stripper slide or possibly, though less likely, a handy to completion. With an F-8, these same services can be had for a bit more. Somewhere around two fifty for fifteen minutes. Once in F-9 or F-10 territory, two eighty or even three hundred bob is common for fifteen minutes, and a stripper slide is the basic service. If you want to get inside any of these lasses for the standard VIP rate, just plan on disappointment and you'll usually be right. Bring more cash to the party and you will often get these lasses to loosen their rules. The least I have been able to negotiate full-service for is four hundred bob with an F-8, and that was after several nights buying dances and getting her comfortable with me. And here's the rub (pun intended): It is very difficult to determine how far a lass will go in the VIP before you're actually there. In the previous chapter I've described the two biggest tells, but they are by no means a certainty. They will just help you increase the odds of extras being on the menu.

So given these findings, and the fact that my goal was to spend only a bit more on a stripper than on an escort, why isn't the answer just a plain ol' "no, there is nothing for me on the strip club scene"? Well, because of two highly mitigating factors. Firstly, the top end of strippers are miles hotter than advertising Volusia escorts. There is just no comparison. Setting aside my unholy affinity for Niina Snow, no lass on STG today would rank an F-7 or higher on my personal hotness list. A few could reach F-7 if the drugs weren't destroying their skin and teeth, but that's the value of a stripper. She is generally young, usually fit, but always has beautiful skin. Mitigating factor number two is the ability to get a fantastic preview. I mean, just think about it lads, how many times have you booked an escort, only to be sorely (pun intended) disappointed upon arrival? For me, too numerous to count. I've grown very much tired of dates where I must force myself to ignore the sores, or the teeth, or the smell, or the thirty extra pounds that weren't in her ad. In a strip club, you can see exactly what you'll get up on stage, or even feel it for twenty five bob during a private dance.

So to summarize, the idea of me finding some top end stripper trim for escort donations in Volusia has proven laughable. On the other hand, if I'm willing to part with huge wads of cash, there are some amazingly fine options available. My advice to lads out there is this: Unless you're wealthy, don't go to a strip club looking to get laid. Go for the show and the occasional private dance. If you're looking for sex (and assuming you don't have a hot young UTR on tap), a well-reviewed escort is your best and most certain bet.

Oh, funny story. The other night I'm spooning my UTR in post-coital bliss when she turns to me and says "Hey, what's with all the 2am booty calls? Are you working nights or something?"

"Exactly," I reply, "I've recently been burning the midnight oil on an important new research project."

Well, I'm no liar after all, LOL!

Yeah, speaking of the midnight oil, the shadows grow long and I have a decent bit of wrap up remaining, so I'm going to call it a night. I'll push one more installment to tie up a few loose ends though. Oh, fun fact: My Catalina benefactor has spoken! I am compelled to publish a review based on a Norse epic, much in the vein of Beowulf or Crichton's "Eaters of the Dead" (aka The 13th Warrior). Sounds fun.

I swear upon my arm ring, it shall be done.

Thank you for the entertaining report. Yes, the days of affordable fun in the clubs has long passed.

[Joshua Falken]

Here in the final (probably) chapter we'll explore the fundamental question posed back in part one, detail a few lessons learned, discuss budgets, and tie up a few loose ends. That's quite a haul so best get cracking.

So what was the fundamental question? Well, back in part one I stated "Recently I've developed a wild hair up me arse to learn the strip club scene and determine if there is anything in it for me. " So the question is, "Is there anything in the local strip club scene for me?"

The answer to that question, like all important questions, is nuanced, but the short answer is "not much." Let me explain.

If my goals were to lust over scantily clad lasses, massage some rather fine bare breasts, or have a truly magnificent wee arse grind on my cock through trousers, then I would haunt these clubs like Hill House. These are not my goals. To be frank, I want to nut while inside a ridiculously fine lass. Is that too much to ask, LOL!

So these are my findings. Generally, the hotter the lass, the more expensive her services. And I'm not talking about private dances (yawn). I'm talking about VIP / Champagne Room playtime frivolities. These start around two hundred bob for fifteen minutes with an F-7 (my lowest bar) and will generally include all-access touching at a minimum. With an F-7 or below (and, as always, depending on the individual lass), this may also include a stripper slide or possibly, though less likely, a handy to completion. With an F-8, these same services can be had for a bit more. Somewhere around two fifty for fifteen minutes. Once in F-9 or F-10 territory, two eighty or even three hundred bob is common for fifteen minutes, and a stripper slide is the basic service. If you want to get inside any of these lasses for the standard VIP rate, just plan on disappointment and you'll usually be right. Bring more cash to the party and you will often get these lasses to loosen their rules. The least I have been able to negotiate full-service for is four hundred bob with an F-8, and that was after several nights buying dances and getting her comfortable with me. And here's the rub (pun intended): It is very difficult to determine how far a lass will go in the VIP before you're actually there. In the previous chapter I've described the two biggest tells, but they are by no means a certainty. They will just help you increase the odds of extras being on the menu.

So given these findings, and the fact that my goal was to spend only a bit more on a stripper than on an escort, why isn't the answer just a plain ol' "no, there is nothing for me on the strip club scene"? Well, because of two highly mitigating factors. Firstly, the top end of strippers are miles hotter than advertising Volusia escorts. There is just no comparison. Setting aside my unholy affinity for Niina Snow, no lass on STG today would rank an F-7 or higher on my personal hotness list. A few could reach F-7 if the drugs weren't destroying their skin and teeth, but that's the value of a stripper. She is generally young, usually fit, but always has beautiful skin. Mitigating factor number two is the ability to get a fantastic preview. I mean, just think about it lads, how many times have you booked an escort, only to be sorely (pun intended) disappointed upon arrival? For me, too numerous to count. I've grown very much tired of dates where I must force myself to ignore the sores, or the teeth, or the smell, or the thirty extra pounds that weren't in her ad. In a strip club, you can see exactly what you'll get up on stage, or even feel it for twenty five bob during a private dance.

So to summarize, the idea of me finding some top end stripper trim for escort donations in Volusia has proven laughable. On the other hand, if I'm willing to part with huge wads of cash, there are some amazingly fine options available. My advice to lads out there is this: Unless you're wealthy, don't go to a strip club looking to get laid. Go for the show and the occasional private dance. If you're looking for sex (and assuming you don't have a hot young UTR on tap), a well-reviewed escort is your best and most certain bet.

Oh, funny story. The other night I'm spooning my UTR in post-coital bliss when she turns to me and says "Hey, what's with all the 2am booty calls? Are you working nights or something?"

"Exactly," I reply, "I've recently been burning the midnight oil on an important new research project."

Well, I'm no liar after all, LOL!

Yeah, speaking of the midnight oil, the shadows grow long and I have a decent bit of wrap up remaining, so I'm going to call it a night. I'll push one more installment to tie up a few loose ends though. Oh, fun fact: My Catalina benefactor has spoken! I am compelled to publish a review based on a Norse epic, much in the vein of Beowulf or Crichton's "Eaters of the Dead" (aka The 13th Warrior). Sounds fun.

I swear upon my arm ring, it shall be done.

[Edgewater94]

And where have you found that magical combo Edgwater94?

I am in the same predicament and usually go back and forth. But I like the strip clubs because I feel a little more in control of my destination and can prolong the adventure until the money runs out. I have had great times in the club for $ to $. 5 which is now comparable to the AMP experience. But far less scripted than AMP and far more sexy. I am also influenced by keeping things very safe in regard to LEO and to STD. So there are many factors at play.

My latest interest is Michelle at Jie on beachside. She's not young or a hot body. But when you walk in she actually smiles and seems happy to see you. I've been there too many times recently and we get along well. I hate when you pay and they seem like you're bothering them. Not with Michelle. She's like the girlfriend that you would just hook up with and move on.

[Edgewater94]

While I've been a strip club junkie my entire adult life, I've found the Daytona scene extremely lacking. Thanks to Sir Falken for his missives on the local clubs. So much fun to read, and enlightening. They took me back to a time when I was visiting clubs in the Detroit area regularly with significantly more funds. It was fun to walk into a place, eye my target and have her back in the VIP bouncing on the little dog in about 10 minutes. Detroit area clubs are really just brothels with a stage.

I love the clubs and have visited them in many cities and other countries. However, in Daytona area, I've abstained mostly because of the arcane Volusia County pasty rules and well, honestly it's hard for me to get out at night. The last visit was eight pages ago to the now defunct Cheetah. I get the feeling from the experts on this board that daytime isn't a good time locally. BTW, are the arcane pasty rules still in effect? Do most places blow them off?

But thanks to all who post on this board, to keep my juices flowing, so to speak. My personal situation foregoes me to participate. Cheers all, HD2.

The old Shark lounge was the shit. Chitwood went there for a bust and had some colorful words to describe it. Go in, grab a drink, find the girl, and take her to the back for whatever was agreed upon. No supervision. Seats in the back were covered in all kinds of DNA and the floor was littered with condom wrappers. That was the last of the fun days. There was an oriental girl that would talk with you at the bar and say for a dollar you can feel my pussy. So of course I did, right at the bar. I tried for OTC with her but never worked out.

[Horn Dog Too]

While I've been a strip club junkie my entire adult life, I've found the Daytona scene extremely lacking. Thanks to Sir Falken for his missives on the local clubs. So much fun to read, and enlightening. They took me back to a time when I was visiting clubs in the Detroit area regularly with significantly more funds. It was fun to walk into a place, eye my target and have her back in the VIP bouncing on the little dog in about 10 minutes. Detroit area clubs are really just brothels with a stage.

I love the clubs and have visited them in many cities and other countries. However, in Daytona area, I've abstained mostly because of the arcane Volusia County pasty rules and well, honestly it's hard for me to get out at night. The last visit was eight pages ago to the now defunct Cheetah. I get the feeling from the experts on this board that daytime isn't a good time locally. BTW, are the arcane pasty rules still in effect? Do most places blow them off?

But thanks to all who post on this board, to keep my juices flowing, so to speak. My personal situation foregoes me to participate. Cheers all, HD2.

[MSheeran]

And where have you found that magical combo Edgwater94?

I am in the same predicament and usually go back and forth. But I like the strip clubs because I feel a little more in control of my destination and can prolong the adventure until the money runs out. I have had great times in the club for $ to $. 5 which is now comparable to the AMP experience. But far less scripted than AMP and far more sexy. I am also influenced by keeping things very safe in regard to LEO and to STD. So there are many factors at play.

Thanks for your reports on our local haunts. While it is kind of exciting to see if you can score something unexpected, I've found that it usually isn't worth the green. And I usually realize that on my way home with empty pockets. An AMP or provider that is a known, is boring too. I like to have the situation with a little unknown and still have a great outcome. While being safe.

[Joshua Falken]

Thanks for your reports on our local haunts. While it is kind of exciting to see if you can score something unexpected, I've found that it usually isn't worth the green. And I usually realize that on my way home with empty pockets. An AMP or provider that is a known, is boring too. I like to have the situation with a little unknown and still have a great outcome. While being safe.

Amen brother...to all of that!

[Edgewater94]

Over the next two posts I will wra
p this series up and give you gents your channel back, LOL. Chapter seven ended on night number three of my strip club field research, and covered experiences with five separate clubs. In real-time, however, I am on night number seven and have made multiple visits to six separate clubs at this point (recently adding Lollipops to my repertoire). So you see lads, what I've written to-date lags significantly behind my experiences and the gulf grows wider every day. Since I'll need to end the running commentary somewhere, this seems like a good spot, finishing the series after my first club "finish" as it were. Plus, now that UTR's "Rhymes with Fannie" and "DeLand Barbie" are back on my rotation, I want to start thinking about plotlines for A Space Opera II. If that previous sentence made no sense to you, check out post #2044 in the Deltona, Deland, Ormond, and Port Orange thread. As of right now you'll find it back on page 41. Anyway, cracking on.

Before I pull my thoughts together, let me briefly set the context. My conclusions, observations, ideas, etc., expressed below represent my best understanding as of today, and are the products of all my research, experiences, conversations, and messaging to-date. Also, regardless of how I construct any of the sentences below, they are all opinions and subject to all the flawed logic and skewed inferences you might expect from a strip clubbing novice. So with that, let's get into the meat and taters by paraphrasing the goals articulated in Part 1:

1. What extracurriculars are available on the strip club scene?
2. What costs are associated with extracurriculars?
3. What conditions affect the availability of extracurriculars?
4. What are the best approaches to maximize chances of extracurriculars?

Let's address those one by one. And by the way, if you're an old hand at this strip club game, please don't be offended. This noob isn't telling anyone how they should club. I'm just summarizing what I think I've learned. Perhaps there are even gents out there still more noob than I who could benefit from these experiences. Right, cracking on then.

What extracurriculars are available on the strip club scene? Well, it's all available, if you find the right lass and you're willing to pay for it. Just don't expect much in the private dance areas. Most of these places are as private as a church pew, so a dancer willing to go FIV is rare, and beyond FIV is rarer still. The real action occurs in more private surrounds like VIP rooms or out of the club entirely (OTC). Even there, it will be up to the lass as to what's available. Once you are intimate with her in the VIP, your chances at extras with her in the private dance area or OTC go up dramatically, assuming you've been a good boy of course. It stands to reason, right? She knows you aren't UC, she knows you spend, and she knows how you treat her. BTW, my sad but honest assessment is this. Of the dancers that meet my standards, only about twenty percent offer extras under reasonable conditions. By reasonable I mean those who will nut you for a two hundred quid trip to the VIP (which many here wouldn't consider reasonable at all). I'm sure if you wanted to motivate a lass with obscene amounts of cash you will usually succeed, so I'm not counting those. Oh, and if you are willing to shag any dancer in evidence, your chances go way up as well.

What costs are associated with extras? Let's discuss the entire topic of cost, though these vary a bit by club. The following are all assumed to be pre-tip costs unless otherwise stated. First, the drinks. On the low end are domestic bottles for around four bob. For mixed drinks, expect to pay closer to ten. If buying for a lady, I've seen everything between ten and twenty. When you are sitting at the stage there is a reasonable expectation that you are tipping. Cough up at least a few bob per dancer or sit further away. If you really want to show your appreciation or want her to track you down after her set, plan on a lot more. Five or more per song will impress her and making it rain (tossing a stack of singles into the air above her) will usually impress her even more. Private dances will run in the twenty to thirty quid-per-song range. For a more intimate session with a lass, expect to pay between two hundred and three-fifty in a VIP or Champaign room. If you negotiate any extras beyond that, the costs are up to you and the lass. We'll definitely revisit the subject of cost a bit more in chapter 9.

What conditions affect the availability of extracurriculars? If extras are available at all, one of the conditions they will depend on is you. Are you well groomed, funny, generous, respectful, confident, believably complimentary, and in decent shape? If so, you are going to have a much easier time. If not, you'll need to be extra generous I suppose. And then there's the lass. Her relative need and demeanor, which changes by the evening and the hour, will weigh heavily on the availability of extras. Learn to read her body language and wave off if you aren't feeling it. Recently I approached the hottest lass in the club and offered to buy her a dance. I thought her cold steely gaze and pouty little mouth might just be part of her sexy, alluring persona. Nope, it was part of her real, chilly, no-touching-allowed personality. One and done! In my limited experience, if you are looking for extras, there are two major tells to look for. First, how overtly sexual does she act towards patrons in general. Second, and this is very important, does SHE suggest a trip to the private VIP / Champagne room? If she does, there is probably something more to be had. If you do, she'll probably say sure, then take all your money for a prolonged lap dance.

What are the best approaches to maximize chances of extracurriculars? I've covered many of these in previous paragraphs but I'll summarize and add a few here. First, let's just kick the elephant in the room square in the bean bag. Money talks. Nay, money shouts. Money roars so loud it shakes the clubs and dancers to their very foundations. If you're broke, there are no extras. Okay, so you've got cash, now what? Many of the escort mongering rules seem to apply. Arrive well groomed. Treat her with respect without acting like a simp (or she will not respect you). If you aren't feeling it with one lass, move onto the next. It may also take several visits to the same club and lass for her to get "extra" comfortable with you. If you're here for extras, you might consider chilling out at first, enjoy the stage and some private dances, and settle yourself in for a longer game. Now let's talk about the clock. You don't know her level of motivation at any given moment, but in general, she is probably more motivated to earn cash towards the end of her shift than in the beginning when she still harbors hope of pulling in four hundred quid through stage and lap dances. If we are talking about the night shift, then around one a.m. is peak hunting time. As for which days of the week are best, honestly, I'm not really sure. I've been lucky during both weekdays and weekends and struck out during both as well. There will certainly be more punani available on the weekend, but there will be more competition for it as well. Based on my relatively scant experience, it's been about a wash so far. Most of you reading this probably know better than me anyway.

Okay that was a lot to digest. Lets stop there and in the final chapter I'll try to bring this series to a close.

Thanks for your reports on our local haunts. While it is kind of exciting to see if you can score something unexpected, I've found that it usually isn't worth the green. And I usually realize that on my way home with empty pockets. An AMP or provider that is a known, is boring too. I like to have the situation with a little unknown and still have a great outcome. While being safe.

[Joshua Falken]

Over the next two posts I will wrap this series up and give you gents your channel back, LOL. Chapter seven ended on night number three of my strip club field research, and covered experiences with five separate clubs. In real-time, however, I am on night number seven and have made multiple visits to six separate clubs at this point (recently adding Lollipops to my repertoire). So you see lads, what I've written to-date lags significantly behind my experiences and the gulf grows wider every day. Since I'll need to end the running commentary somewhere, this seems like a good spot, finishing the series after my first club "finish" as it were. Plus, now that UTR's "Rhymes with Fannie" and "DeLand Barbie" are back on my rotation, I want to start thinking about plotlines for A Space Opera II. If that previous sentence made no sense to you, check out post #2044 in the Deltona, Deland, Ormond, and Port Orange thread. As of right now you'll find it back on page 41. Anyway, cracking on.

Before I pull my thoughts together, let me briefly set the context. My conclusions, observations, ideas, etc., expressed below represent my best understanding as of today, and are the products of all my research, experiences, conversations, and messaging to-date. Also, regardless of how I construct any of the sentences below, they are all opinions and subject to all the flawed logic and skewed inferences you might expect from a strip clubbing novice. So with that, let's get into the meat and taters by paraphrasing the goals articulated in Part 1:

1. What extracurriculars are available on the strip club scene?
2. What costs are associated with extracurriculars?
3. What conditions affect the availability of extracurriculars?
4. What are the best approaches to maximize chances of extracurriculars?

Let's address those one by one. And by the way, if you're an old hand at this strip club game, please don't be offended. This noob isn't telling anyone how they should club. I'm just summarizing what I think I've learned. Perhaps there are even gents out there still more noob than I who could benefit from these experiences. Right, cracking on then.

What extracurriculars are available on the strip club scene? Well, it's all available, if you find the right lass and you're willing to pay for it. Just don't expect much in the private dance areas. Most of these places are as private as a church pew, so a dancer willing to go FIV is rare, and beyond FIV is rarer still. The real action occurs in more private surrounds like VIP rooms or out of the club entirely (OTC). Even there, it will be up to the lass as to what's available. Once you are intimate with her in the VIP, your chances at extras with her in the private dance area or OTC go up dramatically, assuming you've been a good boy of course. It stands to reason, right? She knows you aren't UC, she knows you spend, and she knows how you treat her. BTW, my sad but honest assessment is this. Of the dancers that meet my standards, only about twenty percent offer extras under reasonable conditions. By reasonable I mean those who will nut you for a two hundred quid trip to the VIP (which many here wouldn't consider reasonable at all). I'm sure if you wanted to motivate a lass with obscene amounts of cash you will usually succeed, so I'm not counting those. Oh, and if you are willing to shag any dancer in evidence, your chances go way up as well.

What costs are associated with extras? Let's discuss the entire topic of cost, though these vary a bit by club. The following are all assumed to be pre-tip costs unless otherwise stated. First, the drinks. On the low end are domestic bottles for around four bob. For mixed drinks, expect to pay closer to ten. If buying for a lady, I've seen everything between ten and twenty. When you are sitting at the stage there is a reasonable expectation that you are tipping. Cough up at least a few bob per dancer or sit further away. If you really want to show your appreciation or want her to track you down after her set, plan on a lot more. Five or more per song will impress her and making it rain (tossing a stack of singles into the air above her) will usually impress her even more. Private dances will run in the twenty to thirty quid-per-song range. For a more intimate session with a lass, expect to pay between two hundred and three-fifty in a VIP or Champaign room. If you negotiate any extras beyond that, the costs are up to you and the lass. We'll definitely revisit the subject of cost a bit more in chapter 9.

What conditions affect the availability of extracurriculars? If extras are available at all, one of the conditions they will depend on is you. Are you well groomed, funny, generous, respectful, confident, believably complimentary, and in decent shape? If so, you are going to have a much easier time. If not, you'll need to be extra generous I suppose. And then there's the lass. Her relative need and demeanor, which changes by the evening and the hour, will weigh heavily on the availability of extras. Learn to read her body language and wave off if you aren't feeling it. Recently I approached the hottest lass in the club and offered to buy her a dance. I thought her cold steely gaze and pouty little mouth might just be part of her sexy, alluring persona. Nope, it was part of her real, chilly, no-touching-allowed personality. One and done! In my limited experience, if you are looking for extras, there are two major tells to look for. First, how overtly sexual does she act towards patrons in general. Second, and this is very important, does SHE suggest a trip to the private VIP / Champagne room? If she does, there is probably something more to be had. If you do, she'll probably say sure, then take all your money for a prolonged lap dance.

What are the best approaches to maximize chances of extracurriculars? I've covered many of these in previous paragraphs but I'll summarize and add a few here. First, let's just kick the elephant in the room square in the bean bag. Money talks. Nay, money shouts. Money roars so loud it shakes the clubs and dancers to their very foundations. If you're broke, there are no extras. Okay, so you've got cash, now what? Many of the escort mongering rules seem to apply. Arrive well groomed. Treat her with respect without acting like a simp (or she will not respect you). If you aren't feeling it with one lass, move onto the next. It may also take several visits to the same club and lass for her to get "extra" comfortable with you. If you're here for extras, you might consider chilling out at first, enjoy the stage and some private dances, and settle yourself in for a longer game. Now let's talk about the clock. You don't know her level of motivation at any given moment, but in general, she is probably more motivated to earn cash towards the end of her shift than in the beginning when she still harbors hope of pulling in four hundred quid through stage and lap dances. If we are talking about the night shift, then around one a.m. is peak hunting time. As for which days of the week are best, honestly, I'm not really sure. I've been lucky during both weekdays and weekends and struck out during both as well. There will certainly be more punani available on the weekend, but there will be more competition for it as well. Based on my relatively scant experience, it's been about a wash so far. Most of you reading this probably know better than me anyway.

Okay that was a lot to digest. Lets stop there and in the final chapter I'll try to bring this series to a close.

[Czfish12]

The wee lass asks for the cash upfront, stating that she first needs to pay the house their sixty five cut. That's good info I suppose. Now I know the lass makes one hundred and thirty five for the fifteen minute tryst. We leave the private dance area, walk along the bar, and hang a left through black curtains I hadn't noticed before. Back here there are two areas separated by more black curtain for privacy. Our playtime will occur on a black leather couch, the only furnishing in this private space. My host turns on her flashlight app and begins scrutinizing the couch and surrounding floor. "What are you looking for," I ask, pretty sure I know the answer. "Condoms, cum, whatever," she replies matter-of-factly. I have mixed feelings about this response. Encountering these remnants would be disgusting, though let's face it, the fact that they are a common hazards is encouraging, right?

I recline upon the sofa, excited to learn what my two hundred bob has wrought. The wee lass sheds her top and one of her bottom layers, leaving a few strings and a tiny patch of fabric covering her kitty. She sits on my lap, reclining back so her breasts protrude for easy access. She slides her string bikini to the side and encourages my touch. I slide a middle finger into her mouth then use it to go to work on her now glistening bald peach, my other hand paying special attention to her supple breasts.

After a few minutes of moaning gyrations, the wee lass straddles me, opens my fly, and pulls out a rock-hard John Thomas. She explains that while fucking isn't on the menu, there are other things she can do for me to relieve my tension. Then she slides her bikini to the side once again, splays her kitty lips wide, and begins sliding up and down on my bare cock. The sensation was pretty great, especially when she was grinding hard up near the tip. There were honestly moments when I couldn't tell if I was inside her or not. Eventually, the lass began moaning in earnest, picking up her hip-rocking pace until she climaxed hard, her kitty spasming as she held her breath for a time.

She now slides back, reaches down and begins stroking my cock. I tell her to hold up a sec, reaching into my pocket for a condom. I explain that I want to control any mess. "That's so fucking hot that you came prepared," the lass whispers in my ear while rolling on the cover. And right around the fifteen minute mark the lass has me bursting into the bag. "That was fun," the lass pants breathlessly as I tie off the evidence and stash it away in my jacket, along with the wrapper.

I saunter out of the VIP, hottie in tow, relishing the jealous looks from my fellow patrons. They probably think more went on than really did back in the VIP, but I'm not going to dispel any notions they've developed. Then comes the slightly awkward part where I disengage myself from the comely lass so I may continue my hunt for hottie number six. The lass is a great sport about it and shuffles off in search of still more generous patrons.

The place isn't that large, so it's not but a minute when I spy my final target of the evening standing at the end of the bar holding court with three or four of you lads. I lean against the wall where I can watch the stage and my lass simultaneously, patiently waiting for her to resume working the room. Three songs later and you jackals still have my graceful gazelle surrounded, LOL. I finally decide that if you were going to pony up for a dance, you would have done so by now. Plus it's now one thirty in the morning and there aren't going to be many songs left. I lean against the doorway six or seven feet from my prey. Eventually she notices me smiling conspiratorially at her and she smiles back. I nod my head towards the private dance area. Her eyes widen slightly and her eyebrows raise in silent question. I nod my head again towards the dance area and she smiles, giving me the slightest nod of ascent. She starts disengaging herself from you lot as I turn away innocently, patiently awaiting her arrival. A minute later and there is a beautiful, petite young lass hanging on my arm, and off we go for my final private dance of the evening. Honestly, the entire evening was an absolute blast. Did it merit the four hundred shekel outlay? I don't know. I do recall driving home happy, though scoring some doggy on that leather couch would have made me happier still, LOL.

Thanks for the intel! I drive by a lot, but never stop in.

[Joshua Falken]

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...s/264133029610

Based on her pics, the wee lass Catalina appears to be a dancer. If anyone knows where and when she dances, I'd be grateful of a PM.

Cheers lads!

[Joshua Falken]

The wee lass asks for the cash upfront, stating that she first needs to pay the house their sixty five cut. That's good info I suppose. Now I know the lass makes one hundred and thirty five for the fifteen minute tryst. We leave the private dance area, walk along the bar, and hang a left through black curtains I hadn't noticed before. Back here there are two areas separated by more black curtain for privacy. Our playtime will occur on a black leather couch, the only furnishing in this private space. My host turns on her flashlight app and begins scrutinizing the couch and surrounding floor. "What are you looking for," I ask, pretty sure I know the answer. "Condoms, cum, whatever," she replies matter-of-factly. I have mixed feelings about this response. Encountering these remnants would be disgusting, though let's face it, the fact that they are a common hazards is encouraging, right?

I recline upon the sofa, excited to learn what my two hundred bob has wrought. The wee lass sheds her top and one of her bottom layers, leaving a few strings and a tiny patch of fabric covering her kitty. She sits on my lap, reclining back so her breasts protrude for easy access. She slides her string bikini to the side and encourages my touch. I slide a middle finger into her mouth then use it to go to work on her now glistening bald peach, my other hand paying special attention to her supple breasts.

After a few minutes of moaning gyrations, the wee lass straddles me, opens my fly, and pulls out a rock-hard John Thomas. She explains that while fucking isn't on the menu, there are other things she can do for me to relieve my tension. Then she slides her bikini to the side once again, splays her kitty lips wide, and begins sliding up and down on my bare cock. The sensation was pretty great, especially when she was grinding hard up near the tip. There were honestly moments when I couldn't tell if I was inside her or not. Eventually, the lass began moaning in earnest, picking up her hip-rocking pace until she climaxed hard, her kitty spasming as she held her breath for a time.

She now slides back, reaches down and begins stroking my cock. I tell her to hold up a sec, reaching into my pocket for a condom. I explain that I want to control any mess. "That's so fucking hot that you came prepared," the lass whispers in my ear while rolling on the cover. And right around the fifteen minute mark the lass has me bursting into the bag. "That was fun," the lass pants breathlessly as I tie off the evidence and stash it away in my jacket, along with the wrapper.

I saunter out of the VIP, hottie in tow, relishing the jealous looks from my fellow patrons. They probably think more went on than really did back in the VIP, but I'm not going to dispel any notions they've developed. Then comes the slightly awkward part where I disengage myself from the comely lass so I may continue my hunt for hottie number six. The lass is a great sport about it and shuffles off in search of still more generous patrons.

The place isn't that large, so it's not but a minute when I spy my final target of the evening standing at the end of the bar holding court with three or four of you lads. I lean against the wall where I can watch the stage and my lass simultaneously, patiently waiting for her to resume working the room. Three songs later and you jackals still have my graceful gazelle surrounded, LOL. I finally decide that if you were going to pony up for a dance, you would have done so by now. Plus it's now one thirty in the morning and there aren't going to be many songs left. I lean against the doorway six or seven feet from my prey. Eventually she notices me smiling conspiratorially at her and she smiles back. I nod my head towards the private dance area. Her eyes widen slightly and her eyebrows raise in silent question. I nod my head again towards the dance area and she smiles, giving me the slightest nod of ascent. She starts disengaging herself from you lot as I turn away innocently, patiently awaiting her arrival. A minute later and there is a beautiful, petite young lass hanging on my arm, and off we go for my final private dance of the evening. Honestly, the entire evening was an absolute blast. Did it merit the four hundred shekel outlay? I don't know. I do recall driving home happy, though scoring some doggy on that leather couch would have made me happier still, LOL.

[Joshua Falken]

I arrive at Dixie's and note the extreme contrast between this parking lot and Soft Tails. The front and sides are completely full, causing me to park in the ample space behind the building. The lot is at least half pickup trucks. These aren't the LED and road armor variety ubiquitous on beachside on weekend nights. These are daily commuters and work trucks by and large. A general absence of luxury vehicles like mine tells me patron demographics have shifted from beachside and Silhouettes. This place clearly caters to the working class. I'm not displeased as I make my way to the front door, optimistic that my cash may have more persuasive power here than on beachside.

I pay the ten bob cover and sashay inside, getting the lay of the land as it were. The interior of Dixie's has two main rooms. The one I've just entered, which is dominated by a large bar in the middle and three pool tables to my right, and a room to my left, which sports a small stage, tables and chairs, and the entrance to the private dance area. The interior has a bit of a Roadhouse vibe, more rough and rustic than other clubs I've recently encountered.

I proceed to the bar and order a drink, only then taking the time to scrutinize the half-naked talent and my fellow patrons. As raw beauty goes, these girls are on par with Molly Brown's, perhaps a cut below Grandview and Silhouettes but miles beyond Soft Tails. As for dancer demographics, this appears to have shifted a bit as well. In Daytona, the dancers seemed to run about sixty percent white, thirty percent black, and ten percent latina. Here I estimate the distribution to be more like thirty percent white, fifty percent black, and twenty percent latina. I immediately begin constructing my mental dance card, which includes six lasses in F-7 to F-9 territory, across all demographics present (sadly, there is nary an asian lass in sight). Actually, one of the girls is legitimately pushing F-10 territory. A stunning young lass with a gorgeous body and flawless skin who goes by Ivory. As for my fellows, this is the biggest change from Daytona. There I would estimate patronage to be eighty percent white. Here, I estimate the distribution to be around twenty percent white, fifty percent black, and thirty percent latin.

Oh, speaking of patron demographics, I generally refer to patrons as male, but this is not always the case. Being my fifth club, there are a few interesting trends emerging that I didn't really expect or think about before setting off on this journey. One observation is that club patronage seems to run about ten or fifteen percent female who generally fall into one of four categories: women accompanied by their significant others, off-duty dancers, small friend groups, and all others. BTW, though they make up a small percentage of the general patron population, women seem to tip stage dancers at a significantly higher rate than their male counterparts. Though they represent around an eighth of patrons, I estimate they are responsible for about half of the thong-stuffing going on stage side. Oh my, but I seem to have strayed a bit off topic, so let's dive back into the Dixie's experience as seen through a noobs eyes.

With my mental dance card filled out, I nurse my drink and people watch until one of my targets takes her turn on stage. I used to be timid about tipping stage side, not wanting to draw attention, fearing I'd appear lecherous, or that I'd fumble the mechanics of the tipping process. I got over that shit quickly, wanting to provide myself the richest strip club experience possible. Now I sidle on up at will and stuff singles into thongs, garters, bras, and whatever fleshy crevices I'm being offered at the time with reckless abandon. If you share any of my aforementioned stage tipping anxieties, stand by and in a later post I'll offer some strategies that helped me get passed them.

After her set she posts up along one of my sight lines, casting me glances until I mosey up and offer to buy her a drink. It was fourteen quid plus tip. That's another tidbit I've picked up along the way. That same drink would have been maybe nine quid for me, but here in strip club land the lady gets a cut. We chat about her dancing career and about the ladies here she knows. I ask her for intel on my dance card lasses and she offers up what little she knows. She encourages me to sample them all (which I think is pretty great) and I tell her that's exactly what I'm going to do. By the end of the drink I have her belly laughing and know she'll be a fun time. We slide on back to the private dance area where a sign pronounces dances to be twenty bob per song. Sweet! Everywhere else has been twenty five. After the relative opulence of Daytona Beach strip clubs I'm a bit shocked by the private dance booths. First, the place is tiny. I didn't count the booths but I got the sense that there may have been around six total. Second, the booths themselves are cramped, dingy, and in serious need of renovation. The lass, however, is highly skilled and allows over the clothes caressing everywhere. She also keeps firm contact with my erect John Thomas, either with her wee arse, her barely covered peach, or her inner thigh.

After the dance I settle up with hottie number one, leaving a tip large enough to be memorable, before moving on to hottie number two. The night proceeds thusly until I've checked off five from my list. Number six is nowhere in sight so I circle back to the most playful of the previous five for another dance. As the dance winds down she whispers in my ear, "you know, we have a VIP area." I truthfully confide that I didn't know, and ask about the terms. "It's two hundred for fifteen minutes, or three fifty per half-hour." Well, this sounds familiar I think to myself. "If I drop two hundred quid for fifteen minutes, am I going to be disappointed?" I ask quite reasonably. She easily understands quid from context and proffers me a conspiratorial smile. "You'll be quite satisfied with our time together my good chap," she teases. Well, it's now clear to me that I need to understand this VIP action, so I settle up the current dance and agree to the fifteen minute VIP treatment.

[Joshua Falken]

Is Dixie. S smoke free?

On a return visit I paid special attention to this point. Dixie's is not smoke-free, and this time, I did leave smelling like an ash tray.

Cheers!