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Lapdancing Clubs !!
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Lapdancing Clubs............Delicious or Disgusting ??
ps found this site as a total fluke couple of days ago and im addicted already...loving it x
Lapdancing Clubs............Delicious or Disgusting ??
ps found this site as a total fluke couple of days ago and im addicted already...loving it x
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Gosh, what a question! I neither find them delicious nor disgusting.
Some men get a thrill out of watching a woman remove her clothing and gyrate ten feet away for a few quid � extra if it�s closer. Others don�t. I personally prefer to spend my money on something more fulfilling, and let the wife do the above whilst I can get all the extras for free (well theoretically!). But I don�t knock those who do � I have friends and colleagues who are members of Stringfellows and regularly visit and spend up to �200-300 in an evening. Its all about freedom of choice and I choose to turn down their invites. I have experienced it but its not something I have enjoyed really, its all a bit seedy and financially unrewarding.
Some men get a thrill out of watching a woman remove her clothing and gyrate ten feet away for a few quid � extra if it�s closer. Others don�t. I personally prefer to spend my money on something more fulfilling, and let the wife do the above whilst I can get all the extras for free (well theoretically!). But I don�t knock those who do � I have friends and colleagues who are members of Stringfellows and regularly visit and spend up to �200-300 in an evening. Its all about freedom of choice and I choose to turn down their invites. I have experienced it but its not something I have enjoyed really, its all a bit seedy and financially unrewarding.
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Almost 30 years ago, I noticed a girl I knew in town. My jaw dropped when I saw her enter the back-door of a strip club. I didn�t know her well, but I knew her well enough to identify her brilliantly blonde hair as well as the car she drove. But what I knew most about her was the fact she was the organist at a local Lutheran church.
It was early evening when I saw her enter the door. I pulled over and turned off the motor, waiting to see when she�d come out. I must have been there almost an hour. I finally got up the nerve to go to the front of the building. It was so seedy looking. I didn�t have the nerve to go in, so I hovered about outside for a bit, but then became paranoid that people might see me outside. I finally walked in. All I remember is that it was dark. There was a stage with a woman � and I�m being extremely charitable at calling her that �mechanically gyrating a song sung by Brooke Benton. To this day, I can�t listen to him without remembering that moment. I stood at the bar. The disinterested bartender asked me what I wanted. I asked for a coke. I remember him telling me to order a beer instead because they cost the same. I still wanted the coke.
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It was early evening when I saw her enter the door. I pulled over and turned off the motor, waiting to see when she�d come out. I must have been there almost an hour. I finally got up the nerve to go to the front of the building. It was so seedy looking. I didn�t have the nerve to go in, so I hovered about outside for a bit, but then became paranoid that people might see me outside. I finally walked in. All I remember is that it was dark. There was a stage with a woman � and I�m being extremely charitable at calling her that �mechanically gyrating a song sung by Brooke Benton. To this day, I can�t listen to him without remembering that moment. I stood at the bar. The disinterested bartender asked me what I wanted. I asked for a coke. I remember him telling me to order a beer instead because they cost the same. I still wanted the coke.
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Part 2
The �woman� had ended her performance. Another, equally lovely character went on to the stage, whilst the first one wandered around the room trying to get men to buy them drinks. It was all so seedy. I still didn�t see the girl I knew. I think two or three songs played before the �dancer� got off. When the music started again, I all of a sudden noticed the girl I knew step up on the stage. It was all so surreal. She was out of place. I was out of place and nothing made much sense. I wouldn�t describe her as a pretty girl. I remembered that her face had been ravaged by degrees of dermatitis over the years and as I strained to see if I could notice it from a distance, I slightly panicked because she looked in my direction. But I didn�t realise she couldn�t see into the darkened room.
My concentration was interrupted by the woman who had just been dancing. She asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink. I tried to be polite in saying no, but her ability to switch from a smiling coquette to an angry crank caught me off. I tried to say I was waiting for the girl who was dancing, but the woman never heard me.
After the songs ended, the girl grabbed whatever clothes she had thrown off and walked off the stage. This wasn�t the kind of place where people applauded. It was seedy beyond words. The girl came out from behind a curtain and started asking people to buy her a drink. Everyone ignored her. She came up to me at the bar, standing directly next to me and asked if I�d buy her a drink. Stupid me, I said yes. I got the impression that she never looked me in the eyes, but instead stared at my shirt collar. Later I learned it was a defensive mechanism on her part.
When the drink came, it was in a champagne glass (certainly not a flute!). But the bill presented with it was �20! I was shocked. The waitress who stood there waiting for the money muttered �champagne� to me. I later learned it was actually Canada
The �woman� had ended her performance. Another, equally lovely character went on to the stage, whilst the first one wandered around the room trying to get men to buy them drinks. It was all so seedy. I still didn�t see the girl I knew. I think two or three songs played before the �dancer� got off. When the music started again, I all of a sudden noticed the girl I knew step up on the stage. It was all so surreal. She was out of place. I was out of place and nothing made much sense. I wouldn�t describe her as a pretty girl. I remembered that her face had been ravaged by degrees of dermatitis over the years and as I strained to see if I could notice it from a distance, I slightly panicked because she looked in my direction. But I didn�t realise she couldn�t see into the darkened room.
My concentration was interrupted by the woman who had just been dancing. She asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink. I tried to be polite in saying no, but her ability to switch from a smiling coquette to an angry crank caught me off. I tried to say I was waiting for the girl who was dancing, but the woman never heard me.
After the songs ended, the girl grabbed whatever clothes she had thrown off and walked off the stage. This wasn�t the kind of place where people applauded. It was seedy beyond words. The girl came out from behind a curtain and started asking people to buy her a drink. Everyone ignored her. She came up to me at the bar, standing directly next to me and asked if I�d buy her a drink. Stupid me, I said yes. I got the impression that she never looked me in the eyes, but instead stared at my shirt collar. Later I learned it was a defensive mechanism on her part.
When the drink came, it was in a champagne glass (certainly not a flute!). But the bill presented with it was �20! I was shocked. The waitress who stood there waiting for the money muttered �champagne� to me. I later learned it was actually Canada
Part 3
I don�t remember how long it took, but it was sad watching the girl�s face contort when she finally looked at me closely enough to recognise me. I remember her asking, with an almost child-like voice, was I going to �tell on her.� I said �no,� but I wanted to know why she was there.
She began pouring her heart out. In between whispered voices she told me that if she didn�t drink the drink fast and order another, the boss would come make her move to someone else. I asked why were they so high. She told me she received half of the drink price and that�s how she made a living. I asked her if we could talk when she finished. She said no. Her boyfriend worked there � that�s how she got started. And as she explained, now she owed him a lot of money and if she didn�t work it off, they would hurt her. I only had enough money to pay for one more drink. Shortly after I left. But I made sure to attend her church the next Sunday. Again, it was all so surreal � there she was, playing Oh God Our Help in Ages Past and all I could think of was her double life.
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I don�t remember how long it took, but it was sad watching the girl�s face contort when she finally looked at me closely enough to recognise me. I remember her asking, with an almost child-like voice, was I going to �tell on her.� I said �no,� but I wanted to know why she was there.
She began pouring her heart out. In between whispered voices she told me that if she didn�t drink the drink fast and order another, the boss would come make her move to someone else. I asked why were they so high. She told me she received half of the drink price and that�s how she made a living. I asked her if we could talk when she finished. She said no. Her boyfriend worked there � that�s how she got started. And as she explained, now she owed him a lot of money and if she didn�t work it off, they would hurt her. I only had enough money to pay for one more drink. Shortly after I left. But I made sure to attend her church the next Sunday. Again, it was all so surreal � there she was, playing Oh God Our Help in Ages Past and all I could think of was her double life.
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Part 4
I saw her parents after the service and they invited me to their home for lunch. I went. In some ways, it was like being in the midst of an ongoing mystery. The girl was polite, but I could feel her nervousness or fear that I might trip and say something I shouldn�t. But of course, I didn�t. I learned that day that she owed approximately two thousand pounds..a staggering amount. I never learned exactly what the debt was for. I remembering encouraging her to either tell her parents or go to the police. But somehow, each time I said it, although she acknowledged that she would, I had the feeling that she really had no intention of doing so.
The club is long since gone. I think back whenever I pass it, wondering what became of the girl and whether she ever left (escaped) her debtor. Today, I�m not really certain that she wanted to leave.
As I said in another thread earlier: I�m not a judge.
Fr Bill
I saw her parents after the service and they invited me to their home for lunch. I went. In some ways, it was like being in the midst of an ongoing mystery. The girl was polite, but I could feel her nervousness or fear that I might trip and say something I shouldn�t. But of course, I didn�t. I learned that day that she owed approximately two thousand pounds..a staggering amount. I never learned exactly what the debt was for. I remembering encouraging her to either tell her parents or go to the police. But somehow, each time I said it, although she acknowledged that she would, I had the feeling that she really had no intention of doing so.
The club is long since gone. I think back whenever I pass it, wondering what became of the girl and whether she ever left (escaped) her debtor. Today, I�m not really certain that she wanted to leave.
As I said in another thread earlier: I�m not a judge.
Fr Bill
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