From: blue1133@aol.com (Blue1133)
Subject: ASSC Re: AFTSD:  Women in Strip Clubs
Date: 2 Dec 1997 14:34:34 GMT



I was able to get out to PT's last Friday night.  This is a real opportunity

for me as I am usually only able to go SCing on weekdays.  When I do go on the

weekend it is often on Saturday night, which is Couples Night at PT's and a

real zoo.  More on that later.  A lot of guys prefer weeknights because the

dancer to customer ratio is a lot higher.  But with the fewer patrons on a

weeknight, I find that I am frequently the only customer at the stage and get a

lot more attention than normal.  This is fine but I also spend money a whole

lot faster.  Combine this with the fact that most of the better looking girls

are off, I usually lose interest (and funding) after only about two hours

instead of the six hours I would prefer to spend.  There should be enough

customers to not only attract the pretty girls, but also to keep them busy so

that I don't run through my money and interest too quickly.  So the weekends

would be perfect for me, except that Saturdays are so intense that I can't

handle one too often. That leaves me with only Fridays to really enjoy myself.



As I hinted above, Couples Night at the PT's in Centreville, IL is legendary. 

Apparently several St. Louis swingers clubs show up regularly.  They will often

put on a better show than the strippers with open nudity, "dirty dancing", and

a lot of groping.  There are rumors of actual sex acts at the tables along the

far side of the dance floor, but I have never seen this personally.  The large

(60 x 20 ft) raised dance floor and surrounding tables are off-limits to

everybody but couples on Saturday nights.  This is a good policy as several

dozen single guys turn out each Saturday night just to gawk at the couples,

ignoring the strippers.  Male strippers to entertain the female component use

the stage closest to the dance floor.  Frequently, a couple will come down from

the dance floor to partake in the goings-on with the strippers at the back

stages.  This can be really interesting as the women are usually very into it

and react physically with both the strippers and their own partners.  The

dancers are also well into all this, primarily because couples tip very well.



Let me describe the scene precisely at midnight during my first Couples Night

last year:  I stood at the end of the bar to take in the panoramic view.  To my

left, on the dance floor at the front of the building were at least 80 couples.

 A dozen of the women were topless and a dozen more were in see-through or

other provocative outfits.  Another dozen couples were grinding into each other

on the floor, sometimes in a three-person sandwich.  Hands were flying

everywhere.  To the right of the dance floor was the main door; there were guys

lined up well into the parking lot trying to get into the packed house.  Just

inside the door was the greeter, a stripper detailed to frisk each patron for

weapons (or badges).  But I think she is really there to grope each customer

and get him in the mood for a private dance later.  Next is a big tub of beer. 

You can't get 8 feet inside this club without getting a drink and being

fondled.  Panning around to the right, there is stage #1 with the male

stripper.  Only he has just slipped from the stage into some female patron's

lap and is bobbing the entirely-too-bouncy contents of his loincloth on her

chin.  To the right of this stage is a small grove of plastic, potted ferns

none too well concealing the private dance area.  There is a short line of

dancers and their customers waiting their turn in the grove.  The ferns are

shaking in rhythm with the sweating bodies nearby the other side.  Next to the

ferns is the DJ booth, and further to the right and extending along the entire

mirrored back wall are three more stages.  There are 12 chairs around each

stage and tables and chairs wherever they'll fit along the back and far side

wall.  There are a total of five dancers on the three stages.  As it is the

third and nastiest song of the set, all of the naked dancers are in some way

entwined about the lucky patron of the moment.  Hard-earned dollar bills are

extracted from the customers and accumulating in a pile at a rapid rate in the

center of each stage.  Along the far wall are the rest rooms, the dressing room

and an ATM faintly smoking from over-use.  Finally, behind me is the bar. 

There are no barstools here, the patrons either have to stand or find a seat at

one of the tables and run the risk of being mini-lapped by marauding dancers

prowling between sets on the stage.  But I'm not quite through.  Upon the near

end of the bar are two more dancers, both nude.  The one very close to me is on

her back with her legs over the shoulders of a customer, pulling him even

nearer to her.  His head is buried between her thighs noisily munching on what

he has found there.  Whew, but I love PT's.



Throughout the scene I described above there are couples everywhere enjoying

the full spectrum of activities.  It was all good fun.  But earlier in the

evening, the tone of female customers was quite different.  These were not

couples, but single women.  Single women not in search of men, but of dancers. 

These were decidedly unattractive, overweight women with short hair, no makeup

and unflattering clothing.  They were in-your-face, stereotype bull dykes. 

They would sit at the stage with hostile grimaces and glower at any male

customer who tipped "their" dancer.  The dancers would react strangely to them,

I thought.  They would go over to them quickly and perform quite explicitly for

them, much more so than they did for the rest of us.  The dykes were tipping

with twenty-dollar bills and were very demanding and very possessive.  During

this time, if the dancer spent too long or was too liberal with any of the men,

the dyke would really dress her down after the set.  Nobody, least of all the

dancers, were smiling through any of this. It was extremely uncomfortable. Even

the bulls weren't enjoying themselves.  Thankfully, it didn't last long.  At

that rate of tipping and with the amount of obvious hostility, even the

flushest dyke had to soon give up.  After an hour or so they would disappear

one by one, as often as not, with one of the dancers.  Now, I don't know what

was really going on here.  I suspect that the dancers were really of lesbian

inclination and the dykes were their "boyfriends" or wannabee boyfriends.  The

liberal attitude at PT's toward women customers at the club probably encourages

them to come out where they acted like jealous lovers. 



I suppose the bottom line of this whole post is that I have great sympathy for

clubs that discourage female patrons.  If the setting is exactly right and the

club has a reputation and the facilities for it, couples can be a lot of fun. 

But in many cases, women at a strip club can be even more offensive and bad for

business than flakey boyfriends.



Blueballs