From: not.pbornem@not.exis.net (Philbo)
Subject: ASSC:  AFTSD:  A Night to Remember in Cocoa Beach
Date: Wed, 03 Dec 1997 05:13:15 GMT



A Night to Remember in Cocoa Beach



I was in Jacksonville, FL for two weeks and had visited the Gold Club

(very nice) and Vixen's (OK) a few times.  Tuesday was a federal

holiday, so the guys I was there to support only worked half days.

Cocoa Beach was only 140 miles - maybe 2 and a bit hours…. hmmmm -

after a few minutes internal debate the topic of which was: "Teaser's

got really good reviews in Grimace and TUSCL" vs., "But it's such a

long drive and the clubs here are OK" I decided to drive down there.

Left Jax at 1430, got to Cocoa Beach around 1800.  Due to construction

around Jax it took longer to get onto I-95 and up to crusing speed

than I had expected.  A quick bite a BK before going to Teaser's and I

finally got to Teaser's at 1830.  



On the way in I checked my watch and figured I wanted to be back in

Jax by midnight so I planned to leave at 2100.  [If this were a Greek

drama, the chorus would burst into evil snickers at this point]



I find my memory of the exact physical layout is not as sharp as I

would like (probably due to reduced blood flow in the brain), but here

is an ascii art rendition of the layout, more accurate than not:



Fixed Width Font on
+--------------------------------------------------------------+
| $ $ $ $ $    222222          :    : $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $ $  |
| $             222222         : DJ :                        $ |
| $              222222        :    :                        $ |
| $                2SSS22      ::::::           SS1111       $ |
| $                                             S1111111     $ |
| $                                              111111111     |
| $                ******************    X         11111P111   |
| $                *     BAR        *                11111111+ |
|                  *   ***********  *   ------------------  ---|
|   +--+  +--+     *   *         *  *     |                    |
|   |Pool |  |     *   *         *  *     |    Dressing Room   |
|   |  Tables|     *****------+  *  *                          |
|   +--+  +--+                |  *  *     |                    |
|----------------------|      W  ****     |                    |
|    Rest Rooms        |      |           |                    |
+------------------------   -----------------------------------+
                       Entrance



W   Fee Window                    The areas around each stage

1   Main Stage                    and lap dance bench are

2   Second Stage                  full of those little tables

$   Lap Dance Benches             (couldn't hold 24 bottles)      

*   Bar                           and chairs.  

S   Stage Stairs

P   Pole

X   My Table



Fixed Width Font off



Two dollar cover, minor chit-chat with the fee taker, and I'm in

there.  When you enter through the light-trap you come in behind the

bar near the pool tables and rest rooms.  WTF?  Music, but an empty

stage with no dancers immediately visible.  I figured I got here

before the evening dancer rush and the 2 or 3 that were probably on

shift were lapping in a corner somewhere.  



After I adjusted to the light (or local lack of same) I went a little

farther in and turned right to go past the bar and fell into beautiful

girl country.  More than 15 girls in various (skimpy) costumes were

gracing the area about 10 were lapping (topless) along the benches at

the sides of the room, 2 at the bar, 1 on the main stage and 2 in the

back near the dressing room entrance.  After sighting in the angles

and realizing it would not be possible to see both stages at once, and

based on the limited selection of open tables, I found my  table for

the night.  As soon as I sat down a waitress promptly teleported over

and I ordered a coke (about $2) and tipped $1 and got the rest of a

$20 back in ones.  The $1 tip got a very pleased thanks from the

waitress.  As I gazed around, the most noticeable thing was the

variety of beautiful girls/women present from short to tall,

near-anorexic to fairly hefty, an assortment of skin tones.  



I sat down about half way through the dance in progress.  When the

dancer finished there was mild applause and she hit the crowd.  As the

next dancer got started I watched the dancer and waited with interest

to see what the local stage tipping procedures were.  



And waited…….and waited…….and waited…….no tipping?  The girl was

dancing well and was attractive, so why was there no tipping??



A short time before the end of the dance (dancer at the pole), I

creased a dollar bill the long way and walked over to the stage near

the stairs.  The dancer seemed a mildly amazed to see someone at the

stage, but she walked towards me, I smiled, she smiled and raised her

bikini string, I inserted the bill, ……..and she walked back to the

pole.  In a slightly stunned fashion, I went back to my table.  



The set finished, mild applause and the dancer went back to the

dressing room.  



Due to my previous experiences in clubs, I was a little surprised by

the non-reaction on stage and even more surprised by the lack of a

"thanks hug" after she left the stage.  I figured she had a hard day

and watched the next dancer.  I was also still waiting to see what the

local tip procedures were.  



After two more dancers performances with the same lack of tipping by

other patrons and similar dancer reaction ty my tipping,  I was

startled to see someone else approach the stage to tip.  He also got a

similar non-reaction from the dancer.  



This was somewhat strange.  In a way, I felt I was visiting the

Twilight Zone.  I ordered another drink.  



Next up on the stage was Kim.  Kim is a beautiful girl with long

strawberry blond hair.  She stayed and chatted a bit when I tipped her

on stage and after her dance, she came over and sat at my table.

After a little conversation I ask about the lap dance ground rules.



"Topless, you can touch anything but the good parts (pointing at

breasts and crotch) for one song.  



I asked how much a dance was she said $5 or $10 is the normal amount.

I then asked if she would like to dance.  She said yes and we went

over to an empty spot on the bench that surrounds the room.  The dance

was great with a pleasurable amount of contact.  I got two in a row,

then we talked for the third.  I gave her a $20 and she asked how much

change I wanted back.  I said none and she was surprised.  We talked

for  a while and I got another two dances for the same price.  The

mileage was somewhat higher, and I was very happy.  



I concentrate on at a girl's face and breasts during a lap dance.  I

especially like to make eye-contact.  I also like to tell the girl

what feels good (when there is enough contact to make a difference).

Kim liked this and was great.  



While we were talking during the break from dancing, Denise came to

the stage.  She is a trim, dark-haired athletic girl that showed a log

of confidence in the way she moved on stage.  She has incredible moves

during her stage dance.  On the pole she is phenomenal.  The edge of

the stage is short wall 6 inches above the stage level.  At the end of

her pole routing she grabbed the pole at head height, did an aerial

splits, pulled herself up to the ceiling using only her hands, then

did a controlled fall (still in splits) and caught herself by her

heels on the 6 inch tall stage wall.  She then let go of the pole and

balanced on her heels for a few seconds.  



Kim said Denise had the best pole technique of all if the dancers.  I

have never seen better.  



During my time with Kim, more dancers had shown up.  There were about

30 present.  Since I had not been able to observe other dances, due to

the great time I was having with Kin, after four dances, I asked her

who would be good to get dances from.  She recommended either Brett or

Viki to me as dancers she thought I would like based on her evaluation

of me.  She pointed towards the two girls she named (both currently

involved in lap dances) and thanked me again.  We hugged and she went

off to the back room.  



I moved over to a table on the side of the room near where the Brett

and Viki were dancing.  Using the table as a base I watched the stage

and tipped each dancer.  Few showed any more response than the earlier

dancers.  As I was watching I was tapped on the shoulder and a dancer

asked if I would like a dance.  I said if you are either "Brett" or

"Viki", yes.  She looked startled and said she was Brett.  I told her

that Kim recommended her to me.  She laughed and we started a dance on

the next song.  



Brett is also a redhead.  Her hair is dark red, she is about 5'6" and

gorgeous.  I thoroughly enjoyed our four dances and conversation.

After four dances we parted ways and I tipped the stage dancers till

Viki came on stage.  



Viki was the best part of the evening.  She is a tall, beautiful woman

with dark auburn hair and a way of making one feel at home.  She is

beautiful, classy and charming.  She has been dancing for more than 20

years.  She said she was over 40, but I would have guessed 28 at most.

She also has an amazing collection of tattoos.  After her stage time I

got 4 dances and we talked for more than an hour.  I gave her a

backrub for most of that time.  



During our conversation my previous dance partners came to visit.  The

fact that I had chosen the only redheads on shift for dances was noted

and questioned.  I said it was Kim's fault, but I guess that I was

just giving off redhead vibes that night.  I said I would like a

picture of all of them if they could arrange it - they thought it

would be fun.  We had a great time and I was overwhelmed by the joy

and fun they were all emitting.  Among many topics a discussion of

dessert came up.  After the Kim and Brett left, I told Viki that I

wanted to get a cake for the three of them.  I asked her where a store

was and after getting directions, had two more dances.  



I told Viki that I would be back in a few minutes and I left to go to

the store.  Was looking for a carrot cake to celebrate my evening with

the three beautiful redheads, but the store did not have any, so I got

chocolate cake with chocolate and mint frosting (like an Andes

chocolate) and three bouquets of wild flowers.  I also bought forks,

napkins and paper plates (and got a plastic knife from the salad bar).





I skip the (long) story about how I stopped the drunk missionary

(recently returned from Kenya, en route to Indiana) from trying to

stagger back to his hotel room while carrying a twelve pack of beer

across the highway.  I took him to his hotel, about a mile away, and

got him and his beer into his room.  Good deed done for the night, I

went back to the club.  



I returned to the club about one hour after I left.  The cake and

flowers were much appreciated by my evening's dancers.  There was cake

left over and many others had a sample.  They seemed to go for the

frosting.  



Viki told me that 95 was the home of many speed traps in the evening.

She had to leave at 10:00.  We hugged and she left.  



I had a few more dances and left the club at midnight-thirty got back

to my Jax hotel a little before 3am.  Don't push the speed limits too

hard.  There were multiple speed traps on 95.  I had the cruise

control set at 73 and had no problems.  





Many details omitted here due to AFTSD deadline.  I also see some

spots I should have smoothed out a little.  Perhaps I'll fill it in at

a later date, or even better have a new visit there to talk about

soon.  



philbo



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