Go to a strip club

but I’d have to have a good friend or boyfriend take me :).

I only checked “worth doing” because there are some good strip clubs out there as well as ones which are either average or just plain sleazy.
The first one I remember going to was Tony’s nightclub in Brisbane in 1989, which is still trading today and is one of the oldest entertainment venues in town. The girls were alright, but other places like Santa Fe Gold and The Velvet Cigar were a lot more classy.
I don’t go out to them too often mainly because I’m more into live music venues, and they don’t allow any nudity at them (though some nightclubs allow the guys to dance shirtless if it gets too hot).

and recieve a lap dance too!...:)

Haha, maybe….. I don’t know what made me think of this last night, but I was sitting there and I realized I’ve never been to a strip club. I know everyone says their dirty and not really worth it…. I just feel like its something I should do at some point before I die, haha :)

i’ve been to several strip clubs and they were all depressing unless i was under the influence, and they were depressing even then, too. it’s awkward, most of the women are dead-eyed and just trying to make a buck to feed their children or their drug addiction. if they want to be there, more power to them because i’m a sex-positive person and i celebrate people enjoying their sexuality, but i found it an incredibly unrewarding experience overall and i feel pretty bad for a lot of the women as well as the customers. i don’t like seeing women objectified, and i don’t buy the “they want to be objectified” argument. many women, especially women with children, are in a financial position where making a lot of money for using your body is very attractive compared to working minimum wage jobs.

i’m not dissing strippers, i love all women, but i do not think my life improved one whit going to strip clubs. i partook in the degradation of many women who were there because they either didn’t have, or didn’t want, the options available to me.

I started school early, so I celebrated my 18th birthday while I was in college. My friends planned a surprise for me, but they wouldn’t tell me what it was. I had tried to think of the various places they could take me, but they weren’t the type of kids to go to a strip club, so I dismissed that thought immediately. I thought they were going to take me out to a night club or a hookah bar. We took a taxi out to a seedy part of town and when I got out I immediately saw where I was. After laughing about it, we all went in. I’m sure the patrons were a little confused by the sudden crowd of straight laced college kids. I should also explain at this point that I am female and straight. This was no chip n dales. The first girl came out and she was really nice to us. She chatted with us about why were there and when she found out it was my 18th birthday, she offered to give me a lap dance. She stuck dollar bills in my shirt and pants and retrieved them with her teeth. She also let us take pictures, which look hilarious. She’s on the ground, smiling at the camera while I’m sitting a chair cringing away from her and laughing. After she left we kept to ourselves and waited for our cab to arrive. After a while another girl came up to us and asked if we had any more money. We told her no, we had given all of our money to the first girl, but we had paid the cover. She immediately turned to the bouncer and said, “They don’t have any more money. Kick them out.” The bouncer shrugged and said that he had to when we protested. We hadn’t even been watching her at all. My birthday happens to be in the dead of winter, so it was FREEZING outside. We all pile out into the cold to wait. And we wait. And we wait some more. The cab company keeps on telling us that someone is one their way. Finally, after two hours of waiting, they tell us that since we were so far out, no one picked up our signal. They could send somebody else right now, but we would have to wait another hour. At this point, the strip club closed and all the seedy men inside started to come out. Our group was composed of five girls and three guys. We decided to go across the street to wait, at the very least. We ended up huddling under a street lamp outside of a storage warehouse. I called on of my friends and asked if he could pick me up outside of a strip club at three in the morning. He finally arrived and all of us sprinted towards the car, glad to be close to warmth and safety. We then piled 9 people into a toyota prius—one in the drivers seat, two in the passenger seat, five in the backseat, and me, in the trunk. As we were driving home I thought, “I’ve just gone to a strip club, gotten a lap dance, gotten kicked out of a strip club, waited for three hours in the frigid cold, and now I am in a trunk. This is certainly a memorable 18th birthday.”

I actually think these places are a waste of money. But when I do enjoy going to them when I am in a new city or country, just to see what kind of women they have in them.

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I went to a lap-dancing club about 4 years ago with my bloke at the time and my friend and her fella. I loved it – I was fascinated with the sexy confidence of these skimpily dressed girls wuith amazing figures, but it got a bit too much for my friend’s man and when me and my boyf went in for a private striptease with a sexy lady, by the time we’d come out the other two had gone!

I went with a couple of friends. Several of the clubs turned us away, because there were 4 girls and only 2 guys. (And also because we were all hot girls – we totally intimidated the strippers. I got hollered at in the street when I first got out of the car [wearing a totally banging outfit] by a biker who apparently tried to reach out and grab my ass while speeding past.) It was fun, but also a total rip off because the drinks were so fucking expensive. We felt totally awkward at the first club, because they didn’t really want us there and it showed (and I think the owner – a really hard-looking woman – totally over-charged us for our Jack and Cokes: the price was crossed out and rewritten on the bill). The next place was a bit better: the girls weren’t fat, and could dance. But we were still a bit conspicuous. I think it might be more fun to go on a busy Friday night, so that we’d blend in more and just be able to people watch. The bars were pretty much empty. We ended up in Fells Point at a regular bar to finish the night, and didn’t get home til after 2. It was a lot of fun.