Thursday, January 27, 2005
Birthday Suits
C's birthday wish was to go to a strip club with a group of her favorite friends - to tip strippers and get a lap dance. So I made her birthday wish come true.
First we had happy hour with Mari and Michelle (from the Cafe story). We couldn't convince either of them to join us for the strip club, so we met them at Blondie's in the Mission as a start to the festivities. I got totally toasted from the gigantic martinis they serve there. And I figured out the key to tying cherry stems with your tongue - do it when you first get your drink - that is, before you're drunk. It's much easier then.
Then we went to dinner at Delfina's. I wish I wasn't drunk when I arrived. The food was divine and I'm afraid that I won't recall a full appreciation of the experience having had my mind marinated in booze beforehand.
And then finally... the Hustler. We debated and debated which strip club to go to. I'm not sure how we finally settled on the Hustler. It was fun, but a little odd at times. We love strip shows. We frequent In Bed With Fairy Butch events. But they weren't happening on C's birthday. When we arrived at this club, however, the host insisted that we could meet men there. Now, why would we go to a strip club to meet men? I just don't get it. At least half of our crowd was bi, so meeting men isn't that absurd of a proposition, but we came to the strip club to see some naked ladies, of course!
We could tell that the majority of the dancers were straight. Our group was the only crowd at the main stage. So most of the dancers were happy to entertain us by dancing towards us for tips. But there were a few who pretty much ignored us though as they left the stage they were happy to swing by for their tips. I guess you don't have to dig girls to take their money. ;-) A couple of the gals, however, were very enthusiastic to see us there. One dancer pulled me to her by my scarf and covered my face in kisses. Kay had been so respectful keeping her hands to herself during her lap dance, but one dancer must've feeling kinda frisky as she grabbed Kay's hands and placed them on her body. So there was definitely some fun to be had.
And of course, I paid for C to get a couple of lap dances.
Now I'm wishing that I'd asked the few bloggers I know who've had experience in the stripping profession for some tips. We weren't sure about certain etiquette. Would anyone be willing to explain stripper etiquette? First of all, I'd always heard "don't touch," but then I was confused when a stripper asked me to put my money between her breasts (which I happily obliged). And I was all the more confused when I saw the stripper place Kay's hands on her body. Is the rule instead "don't touch unless asked to touch?" And about tips. We threw a constant flow of cash to the strippers in ones and fives. But then I worried the ones might even be considered offensive as the bills were so small. But we offered so many ones and fives to each dancer that they eventually added up to much more. Of course, the lap dances were more. And we tipped on top of the lap dance fee, too. Though how much does one tip for a lap dance? I hope someone will fill me in so I can enjoy myself more next time, worrying less about etiquette.
When we got home, C was all riled up. So I put on one of our many special outfits reserved for sex - the one that looked most like a stripper get-up and gave C a special birthday lap dance with benefits.
While watching the strippers, I was fascinated by how their facial expressions could totally make or break their performance. One dancer was all soft smiles. She looked like she was having fun, which is probably why she was one of my favorites. Another dancer never smiled at all and looked like she was bored despite the large crowd watching her. Her boredom definitely made her less sexy. Another woman smiled so big, it was painful to watch. Her smile looked nervous and scary. And then another dancer kept flashing me some serious bedroom eyes. The look was such a turn-on that I had to keep looking away. Each time we made eye-contact, I was briefly transfixed in her erotic spell. Though the dancers who were most happy to see us, talked to us during their performance, which added to the performance but somehow distracted me from their facial expressions. Oh and then there was the one gal who had a constant look of surprise on her face. That look I found a bit disconcerting. But with all those lovely bodies to admire and desire, I was surprised it was their faces that occupied so much of my thoughts.
But the best flirts definitely will be remembered most. The dancer who leaned over and told me I was beautiful as she kissed me on the cheek at the end of her song. The smiles the bedroom eyes gal flashed sultrily at me. Well, the flirts and the gals that were like Olympic-worthy gymnasts in their performances on the pole.
And yes, another special photo by Daniel Malone. I thought I'd end with another nude shot, as it seemed particularly relevant for this birthday suit post. ;-)
First we had happy hour with Mari and Michelle (from the Cafe story). We couldn't convince either of them to join us for the strip club, so we met them at Blondie's in the Mission as a start to the festivities. I got totally toasted from the gigantic martinis they serve there. And I figured out the key to tying cherry stems with your tongue - do it when you first get your drink - that is, before you're drunk. It's much easier then.
Then we went to dinner at Delfina's. I wish I wasn't drunk when I arrived. The food was divine and I'm afraid that I won't recall a full appreciation of the experience having had my mind marinated in booze beforehand.
And then finally... the Hustler. We debated and debated which strip club to go to. I'm not sure how we finally settled on the Hustler. It was fun, but a little odd at times. We love strip shows. We frequent In Bed With Fairy Butch events. But they weren't happening on C's birthday. When we arrived at this club, however, the host insisted that we could meet men there. Now, why would we go to a strip club to meet men? I just don't get it. At least half of our crowd was bi, so meeting men isn't that absurd of a proposition, but we came to the strip club to see some naked ladies, of course!
We could tell that the majority of the dancers were straight. Our group was the only crowd at the main stage. So most of the dancers were happy to entertain us by dancing towards us for tips. But there were a few who pretty much ignored us though as they left the stage they were happy to swing by for their tips. I guess you don't have to dig girls to take their money. ;-) A couple of the gals, however, were very enthusiastic to see us there. One dancer pulled me to her by my scarf and covered my face in kisses. Kay had been so respectful keeping her hands to herself during her lap dance, but one dancer must've feeling kinda frisky as she grabbed Kay's hands and placed them on her body. So there was definitely some fun to be had.
And of course, I paid for C to get a couple of lap dances.
Now I'm wishing that I'd asked the few bloggers I know who've had experience in the stripping profession for some tips. We weren't sure about certain etiquette. Would anyone be willing to explain stripper etiquette? First of all, I'd always heard "don't touch," but then I was confused when a stripper asked me to put my money between her breasts (which I happily obliged). And I was all the more confused when I saw the stripper place Kay's hands on her body. Is the rule instead "don't touch unless asked to touch?" And about tips. We threw a constant flow of cash to the strippers in ones and fives. But then I worried the ones might even be considered offensive as the bills were so small. But we offered so many ones and fives to each dancer that they eventually added up to much more. Of course, the lap dances were more. And we tipped on top of the lap dance fee, too. Though how much does one tip for a lap dance? I hope someone will fill me in so I can enjoy myself more next time, worrying less about etiquette.
When we got home, C was all riled up. So I put on one of our many special outfits reserved for sex - the one that looked most like a stripper get-up and gave C a special birthday lap dance with benefits.
While watching the strippers, I was fascinated by how their facial expressions could totally make or break their performance. One dancer was all soft smiles. She looked like she was having fun, which is probably why she was one of my favorites. Another dancer never smiled at all and looked like she was bored despite the large crowd watching her. Her boredom definitely made her less sexy. Another woman smiled so big, it was painful to watch. Her smile looked nervous and scary. And then another dancer kept flashing me some serious bedroom eyes. The look was such a turn-on that I had to keep looking away. Each time we made eye-contact, I was briefly transfixed in her erotic spell. Though the dancers who were most happy to see us, talked to us during their performance, which added to the performance but somehow distracted me from their facial expressions. Oh and then there was the one gal who had a constant look of surprise on her face. That look I found a bit disconcerting. But with all those lovely bodies to admire and desire, I was surprised it was their faces that occupied so much of my thoughts.
But the best flirts definitely will be remembered most. The dancer who leaned over and told me I was beautiful as she kissed me on the cheek at the end of her song. The smiles the bedroom eyes gal flashed sultrily at me. Well, the flirts and the gals that were like Olympic-worthy gymnasts in their performances on the pole.
And yes, another special photo by Daniel Malone. I thought I'd end with another nude shot, as it seemed particularly relevant for this birthday suit post. ;-)
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