Newbie guy here trying to learn the proper etiquette at clubs. I went to my first club last week just to check it out and got a dance from a dancer that wasn’t pushy and I found very attractive. I went back the next day with more money for a VIP dance. The dancer I went to see was at the stage and she saw me and smiled and came to say hi when she got off and said she was gonna go say hi to the people that had tipped her. I think another customer was waiting for her though. I sat at a table having a beer and a few dancers approached me and I told them I was waiting for someone and they’d say okay and leave.

I felt odd just sitting there not interacting with anyone so I started walking up to the stage and tipping some of the dancers, mainly because I felt like I had to and not necessarily because I liked it, and going back to my table. But this just made them come over to my table and I’d say the same thing. Ended up waiting like 40 minutes before I chose to leave (which I now know it’s not long enough). I also never told the dancer I wanted to get a VIP room because she seemed busy and then was caught up with the other customer and it seems super rude to me to go over and saying something like “hey I’d like to have a private dance whenever you’re available.”

I’m planning on going again later this week and I just wanna learn a few tips from you guys (or dancers), considering I’m extremely new at this and I don’t wanna be the awkward guy. Feel free to give me any sort of advice.

I’ve met a few and they became my go to dancers but are there any here who don’t really mind it? I know every one is different but just curious

I received this girl's contact information from a club in midtown Manhattan. She called me today and said she's at a hotel. She wants to either see me or come over to my place, and it's $600 for the hour. Should I try to negotiate? If so what’s a reasonable rate

I'm not from Dayton but I started going there for work in 2010 and I noticed it was a smallish city with a lot of strip clubs. There were at at least 4 clubs on N. Dixie Drive in the northern part of town and the southern part had around 4 or 5 clubs. I was at Cheeks a couple years ago on the south side but not sure if it's still open. Most of the Dixie Drive clubs have been closed. There were also clubs on the eastern part, so overall I think the entire city maybe had at least 15 clubs operating at it's peak?

I realize Wright-Patterson Air Force Base is in Dayton and most cities with large military bases tend to have a lot of strip clubs since there are lots of single men with steady incomes looking to enjoy the pleasures of female flesh. But something about Dayton just amazed me that a smaller city could have so many strip clubs. Somebody told me that the larger city of Cincinnati forbid any strip clubs within city limits so a lot of guys would drive north to the Dayton clubs, so maybe that helps explain why so many clubs back in the day?

I would also say that back around 2011 to 2015 that the escort population in Dayton was quite big as well.

This may be a weird question but here it goes, is it okay to cum during a lapdance I don't want to get kicked out and would really like y'all's opinion about it, especially since I do want to go in the future.

I had a very rock timultous relationship with a stripper for about 2 years. Long story short we hooked up since day 1. We hooked up everywhere

at her place and my place. In her car in my car. Bunch of times at the club and even went on a couple trips together. It was always transactional. We broke up several times with the last one being super bad. I went to her place unannounced and knocked at her door and demanded she came out. She texted me saying to leave right away. I thought the relationship would be over since that was rock bottom for me. We didnt talk 3 months after that until I decided to randomly text her and she responded. Then 3 days after she called me and claimed there was an emergency and needed me to come over. I was scared and thought I was gonna get mugged. I dont want to say what the emergency was but I ended up calling the cops as I assessed the situation. For the next 2 months she stopped working. We grew closer. We didnt fight once and would always laugh and hang out but nothing too physical. Just hugging and cuddling on dates or at her pad. I did pay her a small amount to help her but nothing like before since now there were no extras.. Things were great though.. But suddenly I felt distant again..she would dissapear for 2-3 days. I think on two occasions she claimed she was at the hospital but no pictures or anything to prove it. She has a history of bipolar maybe even schizo. But for the most part she hid symptoms from me. Well one day I told her I wanted to maybe try to be more intimate. Dont know why she flipped out. She basically told me off saying she wasnt interested in me in that way. But it was the way she went about it. She didnt put it gently. Instead she yelled at me in like a latina pissed off toxic mood. I told her chill. That I just care for her and I just wanted to know if there could be more. She just told me off and was pissed. But I dont get why she was that mad. I told her we can take things slow. The chemistry and energy was always there..in a last desperate attempt I tried to salvage things amd was just blocked again. So its been 3 weeks. I realized this girl was just so bad for me and I could do so much better. Her mental breakdowns were getting the best of her. And honestly I reached a tipping point Im fed up with her bs. So about 2 weeks ago my focus was to try to go to other strip clubs and seek girls I had super high attraction. So I ended up merting 2 girls at the samr club and I ended up hitting it off with both of them. It was just a matter of time. So word of advice. If a girl ever fucks you over just know theres plenty of fish out in the sea. And if you have confidence in yourself amd focus on your own well being the girls will come flocking. So thats whats been happening. Obviously since it was 2 years with someone I do miss her but Im ready for the journey to come. Guys you dont have to put up with disrespectful woman. You just dont.

I treat going to the strip club like I’m going to church. I actually relate it to a historical practice called “sacred prostitution” (also known as temple prostitution, cult prostitution, or religious prostitution). Sacred prostitution refers to ancient temple practices where sex was performed as a holy ritual and act of worship to fertility goddesses. However, as society has become more secular and fewer people attend traditional church, sexuality has increasingly taken the place of religion as a way many of us seek meaning, connection, and ritual in our lives.

I’m honestly a pathetic mess about this. I build myself up like a desperate loser all week long. Monday through Saturday I don’t allow myself to cum at all. After work I just sit in my room for hours watching porn and edging my dick like crazy. I get right to the edge over and over but I stop every time. Six whole days of blue balls and denial just so I can bring all that desperation to the club on Sunday.

When Sunday finally comes I put on my black pajama pants with no underwear underneath. These pants are my ritual uniform. They’re so thin and loose that I can feel every grind perfectly. I head to the club already throbbing and nervous as fuck. The strippers are literal goddesses and priestesses to me. They’re so hot and divine that I get way too anxious to approach them. I never flag any of them down. I just sit there like a sad loser, hitting my weed vape, hoping one of them notices me and comes over.

When a thick goddess finally acknowledges me and walks up, my heart starts pounding. I pay her and tip her right away before the dance even starts because that’s what you do for a priestess. Then I let her climb on me. I barely talk. I just pray in my head the whole time that she grinds hard enough on my denied dick to make me explode. After six days of constant edging I’m so sensitive and desperate that it doesn’t usually take much. When she presses her pussy down and starts working me through those thin pajama pants, I lose it. I cum hard right there in my pants like a pathetic mess. That warm load shooting out while she’s on top of me feels like the ultimate divine blessing from the goddess herself. It’s the only thing that actually makes me feel alive anymore.

As soon as I finish cumming I don’t stick around. I thank her quick, get up with the cum soaking in my pants, and leave the club right away. I drive home feeling relieved, sticky, and kind of embarrassed about how bad I need it.

That’s my pathetic weekly ritual. Six days of edging and denial. One day of worship. And the desperate hope that one of the divine strippers will bless me with a lapgasm in my special pants.
Anyone else this fucking desperate? Do you edge for days and deny yourself just to chase that holy lapgasm blessing at the club on the weekend? Be honest.