Strippers have feelings too.
My final dispatch from Castaways. It looks like I'll have to find a new club. No, they didn't throw my out, but their most popular dancer, Heidi, doesn't want me around. Apparently strippers do read strip club reviews. She read one she didn't like and correctly deduced it was from me. It wasn't on this site, but another review site. I mentioned I thought the reason she was giving me the cold shoulder was because I knew too much about her. I summarized our run-in in 2013. She confronted me at the stage. I said, "it's a free country and I could publish what I liked. " Said, "Don't expect ME to dance for YOU for a dollar!" I had the sense not to say, "What about for $100?" I just said, "What's done is done. " She countered that I could make it right by going back to that review site and saying nice things about her. I pointed out that everything I had said about her skills as a dancer and her personality were all sterling positive reviews. She shook her head no, and stormed off.
I performer who demands only positive reviews is unreasonable. Perhaps going detailing what happened between us was a faux pas. However, part of her performance as an exotic dancer is the seduction at the bar to get me to go out back and blow a Ben on a lap dance. One strategy she used, besides massaging my thigh, my neck, and my hair, was to tell me all about who her ex-husband was, her divorce, her custody battle, her expertise in the field she works in apart from dancing, and, of course, her real name, which isn't Heidi. Since I have interests in the same field, I looked up her name. I didn't know her ex-personally, but I certainly knew he was. I didn't mention any names or what her profession was other than exotic dancer. I gave no traceable evidence. She just knew it was me, presumably, because I'm the only guy she told.
Over and over, strip club truth-tellers tell you the women there are not there to be real. They are their to be fantasy. The fantasy starts while you are buying drinks and she is trying to woo you to the LD area. If she wants to mix it up with reality, I will report on that as well (minus identifying information). Heck, Heidi, if you don't want it mentioned, don't parade it down the runway!
She's still the best thing Castaways has going. I still recommend her above all others. But I'm done with her and I'm done with Castaways. I don't want to run into her and feel that pall of tension. God only knows if she bad mouths me to other dancers there. She has all the discretion of a flying mallet. Don't get too personal with her, that's all.
The music is terrible at Castaways. It tends to be the same few crummy hip-hop records over and over again. The bartenders are slow. They gossip with their buddies and neglect customers. The girls hang off the guys the see as walking ATMs. Often there is nobody on the stage. Only Heidi gets naked on stage, and she made it clear she wouldn't do it for me! I said on my first post about Castaways, YMMV. Tonight, I TOFTT. I did spark up a nice conversation with Leandra, a very cute 20-year-old Italian-American gal, who did talk me into an LD. As much as I enjoyed talking to her, Mr. Happy was in a sad mood, and Leandra made no hint of even showing me her breasts. She allowed minimal roaming and made me lean back the whole time. Leandra is tiny. A bigger, fleshier gal might get by with just grinding and no roaming, and no titties out, but her grinding was mechanical, and even uncomfortable. I didn't even go for a second song. The first "song" was only half of "Eye of the Tiger," mind you. I paid her the $25 and a meager $5 tip. I took my drink back to the bar and brooded for a while. I was disappointed about the crummy dance and Mr. Happy not perking up. That's when Heidi hit the stage and we had our final confrontation of which I have written above.
If Heidi had been forgiving of my faux pas, she could have taken $100 off me tonight in an LD. But Heidi is so much in demand, she doesn't have to worry, and she can turn business away. She has turned my business away from Castaways altogether. My next report will be from a different club. Anthony's in South Hadley or Magic Lantern in Monson. I don't belong in Springfield!