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[h=2]What is the worst strip club dancer you have ever received.[/h]
At $20 a pop, ALL of them.
At $20 a pop, ALL of them.
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I didn't like it, when dancers just assumed that you wanted their company, just because you we sitting by yourself.
I spent a lot of time and money in strip cubs between 1979 and 1997. I hobbied as well, from 1980 onward, but less frequently. Before about 20 years ago, a guy's hobby options were restricted to what he could chose from among street action, agency ads in the yellow pages, personal ads in Now Magazine, and similar print ads, and voice ads. I didn't get a home computer until I was almost 40.
I used the Now ads about three times, in the 90's. I lucked out it one of them; it was Asia Lee of Cachet Ladies fame, in 1998. She was about 18/19 years old, new to the business, very skilled, but somewhat restrictive, mostly because she had recently had her nipples pierced, and they were very sensitive. Generally, before about 2000, most Escorts provided fewer and more restrictive services. Almost all only did CBJ, most were one SOG, many didn't kiss, and about 40% didn't receive oral. I can't be sure if other guys found the same to be true, or if I was just unlucky in many of my choices, but I doubt it.
I didn't receive a BBBJ from an Escort until I got one from one of Allison's Angels, in 2001. I'd had them from civvie women before, but not from an Escort. I did write a review of that session, but not on a board that still exists. I didn't write a review of Asia Lee, because I didn't have a computer yet, and there wasn't anyone that I wanted to tell. Unlike many men, I don't have the need to tell other men when I've had sex, even if they would enjoy hearing about it.
I don't particularly enjoy reading of their exploits either, unless they've seen someone that I'm curious to know more about, before deciding whether I want to see them myself. When I saw someone who had been reviewed by someone else, my experiences were often different, so I didn't want to write reviews that would prompt some other guy to say 'I want what he had', so usually I just wrote reviews if I'd seen someone who hadn't been reviewed previously, or excellent Escorts that hadn't been reviewed recently, and I usually booked with Escorts who were already well known, and I didn't feel the need to tell other guys that I had seen them, too. To me, that's high school locker room stuff. I don't come here to write stuff to help other guys rub one out.
Between 1980 and 1991, I had street action about three times every two years. About tho thirds of those encounters were with women I considered to be very hot. All but a couple of them were very restrictive, and the hotel accommodations were always low class places that rented essentially by the hour, but you could stay the rest of the night, if you wanted to.
My guess is that the girls rented the cheap hotel room themselves, and got several different guys to pay for the same room, for an hour at a time, and the girl got some of her money back, each time a new guy paid for the same room. It would have been foolish of them to do otherwise, unless they usually didn't have more than one customer in an average night. All street action was overpriced, without exception, but sometimes the little head wanted it enough to overpay, on the spur of the moment. I didn't drive around, looking to talk to someone at my car window. I would just be walking up the street, at night.
There's a certain thrill involved in walking up a street, and a legitimately attractive woman just asks you if you want to fuck her, not in those exact words, but plainly enough that her intent could not be misunderstood. Sometimes, I said yes. About five of them, I said yes to twice. I also politely said no to hundreds over you years. Sometimes I'd have a fair bit of money that I didn't need, and if I saw someone that looked to be more valuable than the money, I spent the money, and if I didn't see anyone like that, I went home, and tried again in a month or so, if that urge for instant gratification returned. When I didn't buy, I usually spent that same money in a strip club.
This was not my social life, only a supplement to it, that I kept separate from my personal friends.
In the mid 1990's, I had a lot of additional cash income from a business arrangement, maybe an extra $2,000 - $2,500 a month net, and I used almost all of that to party with, So it was not uncommon for me to spend $600 in a strip club about once a week, for a few years. All of that would usually be spent on three dancers or fewer, and drinks. I was a big tipper, and most of the strip club waitresses hoped I would sit in their section.
I often hired dancers for conversation, only, usually if they had already danced for me at least once, so I already knew what they looked like, naked. I usually gave them a sum of money when they sat down, (maybe $100-$150), and asked them to stay as long that amount of money was still paying for time that hadn't been fully purchased. The amount of time they gave me for the sum of money given to them frequently determined if I would ever hire them again.
A few had a 'cab meter' running in their head, taking the money about received, and counting the number of songs played in the background. I didn't mind it they did that once. Most of them stayed for a period of time equal to the amount of time it would normally have taken them to earn an equivalent amount of money from several guys paying $10 or $20 at a time, and many stayed longer than that, because they were enjoying themselves, and they were usually very busy when they left me, from all the guys who had been waiting a long time for them to finish speaking to me.
I never expected to get anywhere with those dancers. I didn't expect, or want, to be involved with them romantically. They were just women I found attractive, and I could hire them, so I wouldn't need to compete against other guys for their attention. I was just 'acquiring game', by practicing with a willing, but 'captive' audience, who would give me honest feedback as to what did or did not impress them. What's unusual is that, in those conversations, I often did less than 20% of the talking, but sometimes I did almost all of the talking, on a night when I felt like telling stories, and she felt like hearing stories. Very seldom did we each say about 50% of what was said.
One night, I brought some Hubba Bubba bubble gum with me, and my favorite dancer and I just blew gum bubbles at each other for about an hour, because neither of us were in the mood to talk that night.
So, back to the question: There was a Russian woman, at the House of Lancaster on Queensway. She had a decent body, spoke very little English, and had terrible BO. I had a difficult time getting her to understand that I didn't want her to dance for me. She turned her body, and accidentally knocked my drink all over my shirt. I didn't say anything, but she didn't ask me again.
There were a few other dancers their that annoyed me, one of them would just sit on my thigh, and start a conversation, and she was heavy enough that it hurt after a couple of minutes. All of the annoying dancers had the one thing in common: they assumed that I wanted their company, just because I wasn't currently sharing the company of someone else. I never gave any of them any reason to think that I did. None of the dancers I wanted to spend money on ever needed to ask. I just needed for them to make eye contact, when I was interested. I didn't want the ones that I wasn't interested in to screw that up. That happened once, at the Bloor HOL. I was waiting for someone in particular, somebody else just sat down at my table, and prevented me from catching the attention of the dancer I had come to see, and I didn't have an additional opportunity. I ended up never getting a chance to see that other dancer again. Shit happened.
That ended up being worse than when the Russian chick with BO dumped my drink all over me, but that wasn't intentional, so it was forgiven, but not forgotten. The other one just misread her audience. She would never have gotten a cent from me. I'd rather have taken the money home. Like when playing poker, I'd go to a strip club with the amount that I could spend entirely but I didn't spend all of it, unless I wanted to. I didn't care if other people wanted me to spend my money on them, but I didn't mind spending all of of it on someone whose company was more valuable to me that the money it cost. If it's my money, and my judgement of relative values, it's entirely my decision, if I want to spend some or all of it, and who I spend it on. If there are 20 girls in the club, and I have $400 I can afford to lose, I have no obligation to see to it that each girl gets $20 each.
Sometimes, the only woman who got money out of my pocket was the waitress that I tipped well. I especially liked Bernie, short for Bernadine, who used to work at Fillmore's about 25 years ago. She was better looking than most of the dancers, but made enough from the business through the tips of the guys who thought she was the hottest one there, as well.
I spent a lot of time and money in strip cubs between 1979 and 1997. I hobbied as well, from 1980 onward, but less frequently. Before about 20 years ago, a guy's hobby options were restricted to what he could chose from among street action, agency ads in the yellow pages, personal ads in Now Magazine, and similar print ads, and voice ads. I didn't get a home computer until I was almost 40.
I used the Now ads about three times, in the 90's. I lucked out it one of them; it was Asia Lee of Cachet Ladies fame, in 1998. She was about 18/19 years old, new to the business, very skilled, but somewhat restrictive, mostly because she had recently had her nipples pierced, and they were very sensitive. Generally, before about 2000, most Escorts provided fewer and more restrictive services. Almost all only did CBJ, most were one SOG, many didn't kiss, and about 40% didn't receive oral. I can't be sure if other guys found the same to be true, or if I was just unlucky in many of my choices, but I doubt it.
I didn't receive a BBBJ from an Escort until I got one from one of Allison's Angels, in 2001. I'd had them from civvie women before, but not from an Escort. I did write a review of that session, but not on a board that still exists. I didn't write a review of Asia Lee, because I didn't have a computer yet, and there wasn't anyone that I wanted to tell. Unlike many men, I don't have the need to tell other men when I've had sex, even if they would enjoy hearing about it.
I don't particularly enjoy reading of their exploits either, unless they've seen someone that I'm curious to know more about, before deciding whether I want to see them myself. When I saw someone who had been reviewed by someone else, my experiences were often different, so I didn't want to write reviews that would prompt some other guy to say 'I want what he had', so usually I just wrote reviews if I'd seen someone who hadn't been reviewed previously, or excellent Escorts that hadn't been reviewed recently, and I usually booked with Escorts who were already well known, and I didn't feel the need to tell other guys that I had seen them, too. To me, that's high school locker room stuff. I don't come here to write stuff to help other guys rub one out.
Between 1980 and 1991, I had street action about three times every two years. About tho thirds of those encounters were with women I considered to be very hot. All but a couple of them were very restrictive, and the hotel accommodations were always low class places that rented essentially by the hour, but you could stay the rest of the night, if you wanted to.
My guess is that the girls rented the cheap hotel room themselves, and got several different guys to pay for the same room, for an hour at a time, and the girl got some of her money back, each time a new guy paid for the same room. It would have been foolish of them to do otherwise, unless they usually didn't have more than one customer in an average night. All street action was overpriced, without exception, but sometimes the little head wanted it enough to overpay, on the spur of the moment. I didn't drive around, looking to talk to someone at my car window. I would just be walking up the street, at night.
There's a certain thrill involved in walking up a street, and a legitimately attractive woman just asks you if you want to fuck her, not in those exact words, but plainly enough that her intent could not be misunderstood. Sometimes, I said yes. About five of them, I said yes to twice. I also politely said no to hundreds over you years. Sometimes I'd have a fair bit of money that I didn't need, and if I saw someone that looked to be more valuable than the money, I spent the money, and if I didn't see anyone like that, I went home, and tried again in a month or so, if that urge for instant gratification returned. When I didn't buy, I usually spent that same money in a strip club.
This was not my social life, only a supplement to it, that I kept separate from my personal friends.
In the mid 1990's, I had a lot of additional cash income from a business arrangement, maybe an extra $2,000 - $2,500 a month net, and I used almost all of that to party with, So it was not uncommon for me to spend $600 in a strip club about once a week, for a few years. All of that would usually be spent on three dancers or fewer, and drinks. I was a big tipper, and most of the strip club waitresses hoped I would sit in their section.
I often hired dancers for conversation, only, usually if they had already danced for me at least once, so I already knew what they looked like, naked. I usually gave them a sum of money when they sat down, (maybe $100-$150), and asked them to stay as long that amount of money was still paying for time that hadn't been fully purchased. The amount of time they gave me for the sum of money given to them frequently determined if I would ever hire them again.
A few had a 'cab meter' running in their head, taking the money about received, and counting the number of songs played in the background. I didn't mind it they did that once. Most of them stayed for a period of time equal to the amount of time it would normally have taken them to earn an equivalent amount of money from several guys paying $10 or $20 at a time, and many stayed longer than that, because they were enjoying themselves, and they were usually very busy when they left me, from all the guys who had been waiting a long time for them to finish speaking to me.
I never expected to get anywhere with those dancers. I didn't expect, or want, to be involved with them romantically. They were just women I found attractive, and I could hire them, so I wouldn't need to compete against other guys for their attention. I was just 'acquiring game', by practicing with a willing, but 'captive' audience, who would give me honest feedback as to what did or did not impress them. What's unusual is that, in those conversations, I often did less than 20% of the talking, but sometimes I did almost all of the talking, on a night when I felt like telling stories, and she felt like hearing stories. Very seldom did we each say about 50% of what was said.
One night, I brought some Hubba Bubba bubble gum with me, and my favorite dancer and I just blew gum bubbles at each other for about an hour, because neither of us were in the mood to talk that night.
So, back to the question: There was a Russian woman, at the House of Lancaster on Queensway. She had a decent body, spoke very little English, and had terrible BO. I had a difficult time getting her to understand that I didn't want her to dance for me. She turned her body, and accidentally knocked my drink all over my shirt. I didn't say anything, but she didn't ask me again.
There were a few other dancers their that annoyed me, one of them would just sit on my thigh, and start a conversation, and she was heavy enough that it hurt after a couple of minutes. All of the annoying dancers had the one thing in common: they assumed that I wanted their company, just because I wasn't currently sharing the company of someone else. I never gave any of them any reason to think that I did. None of the dancers I wanted to spend money on ever needed to ask. I just needed for them to make eye contact, when I was interested. I didn't want the ones that I wasn't interested in to screw that up. That happened once, at the Bloor HOL. I was waiting for someone in particular, somebody else just sat down at my table, and prevented me from catching the attention of the dancer I had come to see, and I didn't have an additional opportunity. I ended up never getting a chance to see that other dancer again. Shit happened.
That ended up being worse than when the Russian chick with BO dumped my drink all over me, but that wasn't intentional, so it was forgiven, but not forgotten. The other one just misread her audience. She would never have gotten a cent from me. I'd rather have taken the money home. Like when playing poker, I'd go to a strip club with the amount that I could spend entirely but I didn't spend all of it, unless I wanted to. I didn't care if other people wanted me to spend my money on them, but I didn't mind spending all of of it on someone whose company was more valuable to me that the money it cost. If it's my money, and my judgement of relative values, it's entirely my decision, if I want to spend some or all of it, and who I spend it on. If there are 20 girls in the club, and I have $400 I can afford to lose, I have no obligation to see to it that each girl gets $20 each.
Sometimes, the only woman who got money out of my pocket was the waitress that I tipped well. I especially liked Bernie, short for Bernadine, who used to work at Fillmore's about 25 years ago. She was better looking than most of the dancers, but made enough from the business through the tips of the guys who thought she was the hottest one there, as well.
Maurice Boscorelli
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I worked in the SC biz for about 10 years once upon a time. Here's some of the irregularities I witnessed.
Saw a feature dancer pull 200 FT worth of beads out of her vagina once as part of her act. Golly that was one big punani,lol.
Had the nasty experience of seeing a rather drugged up dancer have diarrhea on stage one night during her first dance. Needless to say perverts row cleared out rather fast.
Another feature brought crackers and whip cream on stage. She liberally applied the Redi Whip in between her labia and passed out crackers to the lads seated next to the stage and instructed them to scoop out the cream with the crackers and eat them. I skipped dinner that night.
A customer once complained about his T-Shirt to me. Looked fine to me. A white shirt with a big brown stripe down the front. He informed me that it was just a plain white shirt when he first came in. Turns out his private dancer was having some wiping issues before she gave him the backwards grind in the back. But all was saved when he received a club shirt in lieu of the soiled one.
One customer would pay to drink his favourite dancers urine. However one particular night the young lady just couldn't deliver the goods so she enlisted a bouncer to do the honours in the restroom where she would usually fill up her glass. Thinking she had solved the problem, she gave ''drink'' to the customer who promptly downed it. But he got really upset and said that this was man's urine and not hers. Who knew there was such a thing as a urine connoisseur.
Oh the stripper chronicles.
Saw a feature dancer pull 200 FT worth of beads out of her vagina once as part of her act. Golly that was one big punani,lol.
Had the nasty experience of seeing a rather drugged up dancer have diarrhea on stage one night during her first dance. Needless to say perverts row cleared out rather fast.
Another feature brought crackers and whip cream on stage. She liberally applied the Redi Whip in between her labia and passed out crackers to the lads seated next to the stage and instructed them to scoop out the cream with the crackers and eat them. I skipped dinner that night.
A customer once complained about his T-Shirt to me. Looked fine to me. A white shirt with a big brown stripe down the front. He informed me that it was just a plain white shirt when he first came in. Turns out his private dancer was having some wiping issues before she gave him the backwards grind in the back. But all was saved when he received a club shirt in lieu of the soiled one.
One customer would pay to drink his favourite dancers urine. However one particular night the young lady just couldn't deliver the goods so she enlisted a bouncer to do the honours in the restroom where she would usually fill up her glass. Thinking she had solved the problem, she gave ''drink'' to the customer who promptly downed it. But he got really upset and said that this was man's urine and not hers. Who knew there was such a thing as a urine connoisseur.
Oh the stripper chronicles.
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Maurice wins! :YMAPPLAUSE:
I had an episode at the old Fantasia. Very drunk dancer at the bar was trying to flirt with me but just came out sounding obnoxious. Tried to get me to go for some dances but I refused. As was her m.o. with the other guys she was supposed to reach down and crab my groin to give me a preview of "what she could do for me." Instead she reached down and grabbed my balls so hard she drew blood. I didn't notice until I went to the bathroom a little later. She managed to push the zipper so hard into my groin that it punctured my boxers and my skin.
I have feeling these are only a choice few. Time to publish your memoirs Maurice!
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When is the book coming out?.
bobistheowl
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I once saw a dancer talking on her cellphone during a dance for someone else. She never danced for me, though.
One time the owner took my dancer, and brought her to the table of Duane Ward from the Blue Jays, but she was back two songs later.
I think I got a little bit of milk once, sucking on a tit, but I'm not 100% sure.
In my opinion, the best lap dancers were the ones from Central and South America, and the worst were the Eastern Europeans and Russians. The ones from Costa Rica and Columbia were very hot, and very friendly, and one from Ecuador with hair on her head about three millimeters long was quite aggressive at French kissing.
I once had a few dances at some really seedy place, I think it was Tony's East, in Scarborough, from a professional bodybuilder. She was only about five feet tall, and she was the only dancer I ever had who had less than a '6' face, but I have to admit, she got me hard.
The black lights were not flattering, if a dancer had any specs of toilet paper on her ass, because those glowed in the dark, in a very unsexy way.
I wouldn't pay $20 for a dance. Not many women are '$7 a minute good looking', especially compared to what I'd had in the $5 and $10 a dance days. Back in the day, the best time to go to a strip club was from about mid November to mid December, because a lot of really hot women would work for about two or three weeks a year, to pay for Christmas and winter vacations, and they were usually busy all night, because the guys were already familiar with the regular crowd.
I liked Corinna, who used to dance at The Brass Rail a long time ago. She looked a bit like Marisa Tomei, and was a natural 32D. She liked to unbutton my shirt, and rub her chest on mine. I saw her walking her dog on Bloor Street West, in Yorkville one afternoon, and she threw her arms around me, and gave me a big kiss, even though I hadn't seen her in about two years, by that point, so that made my day.
I once finger fucked a dancer who was from Japan, not a Korean, pretending to be Japanese. Another time I performed oral on Miss House of Lancaster from two years previously, but it was her idea, I just didn't object.
Obviously, these weren't my worst experiences in a strip club. I had a few better ones, that I'm not going to tell the boys about.
One time the owner took my dancer, and brought her to the table of Duane Ward from the Blue Jays, but she was back two songs later.
I think I got a little bit of milk once, sucking on a tit, but I'm not 100% sure.
In my opinion, the best lap dancers were the ones from Central and South America, and the worst were the Eastern Europeans and Russians. The ones from Costa Rica and Columbia were very hot, and very friendly, and one from Ecuador with hair on her head about three millimeters long was quite aggressive at French kissing.
I once had a few dances at some really seedy place, I think it was Tony's East, in Scarborough, from a professional bodybuilder. She was only about five feet tall, and she was the only dancer I ever had who had less than a '6' face, but I have to admit, she got me hard.
The black lights were not flattering, if a dancer had any specs of toilet paper on her ass, because those glowed in the dark, in a very unsexy way.
I wouldn't pay $20 for a dance. Not many women are '$7 a minute good looking', especially compared to what I'd had in the $5 and $10 a dance days. Back in the day, the best time to go to a strip club was from about mid November to mid December, because a lot of really hot women would work for about two or three weeks a year, to pay for Christmas and winter vacations, and they were usually busy all night, because the guys were already familiar with the regular crowd.
I liked Corinna, who used to dance at The Brass Rail a long time ago. She looked a bit like Marisa Tomei, and was a natural 32D. She liked to unbutton my shirt, and rub her chest on mine. I saw her walking her dog on Bloor Street West, in Yorkville one afternoon, and she threw her arms around me, and gave me a big kiss, even though I hadn't seen her in about two years, by that point, so that made my day.
I once finger fucked a dancer who was from Japan, not a Korean, pretending to be Japanese. Another time I performed oral on Miss House of Lancaster from two years previously, but it was her idea, I just didn't object.
Obviously, these weren't my worst experiences in a strip club. I had a few better ones, that I'm not going to tell the boys about.
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I would highly recommend not doing this.
Remember dancers who engage in this activity in the club are not exactly washing in between VIP sessions now are they? It's also so dark back there that you might get a little more than what you bargained for if you catch my drift. Ocular herpes or Gonorrhea of the throat are some of the possibilities.
I was once up in the DJ booth and witnessed a dancer fumbling with her inner labia. Upon closer inspection she was squeezing a puss filled cyst of some kind. It was probably the size of a quarter at least. Anyways after she popped it she was right back out on floor spreading the joy,lol.
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I've never been to a strip club but I've seen lots of SP's in the last year and a bit. Because I really do read the reviews and do my research before I book with anyone I've never really had a terrible experience.
I had one very disappointing session though. A very highly regarded, well-reviewed lady was obviously too tired to be working the day I saw her. She was twenty minutes late acknowledging my texts from the hotel parking lot, then told me she fell asleep. I wish I had left the area after fifteen minutes, or she should have realized that she was in no condition to work, and I had a pretty lousy experience. If either of us had rescheduled I suspect it would have been a whole different story.
Guys still rave about her, but I'll never see her again.
I had one very disappointing session though. A very highly regarded, well-reviewed lady was obviously too tired to be working the day I saw her. She was twenty minutes late acknowledging my texts from the hotel parking lot, then told me she fell asleep. I wish I had left the area after fifteen minutes, or she should have realized that she was in no condition to work, and I had a pretty lousy experience. If either of us had rescheduled I suspect it would have been a whole different story.
Guys still rave about her, but I'll never see her again.
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Dude, these are war stories; they happened, but 20-25 years ago. I wasn't in a VIP room, she was standing on one of those box crates, in the era of the $5 or $10? dollar dance, when some dancers were still doing air dancers, and others offered more, spring, 1990, or thereabouts. this was at HOL Queensway.
Relative to the entrance, in the southwest corner of the club, there was an alcove corner, behind the fire exit door, on the west side of the wall, in back. I usually had the chair beside the southwest corner, with a small table in between, and the guy in the seat in the actual corner would show you respect by keeping his eyes on something else, when you had company, and you'd do the same for him later. I didn't do that all the time, Miss HOL was just in a horny mood, or maybe she only offered that after a guy had already bought X number of songs. I don't know, If she did that with other guys, on other nights; I wouldn't have been watching, out of respect. It's the kind of thing where, 25 years later, you don't want to be writing 'I could have eaten out Miss House of Lancaster, but...".
It's true, I could have had lifetime regrets, from cold sores, but we always take that risk, when we dive. It's not that I was lucky, I just wasn't unlucky. If you did that regularly with each of the dancers, chances are you would have regret at least once. It was just noteworthy, because that didn't happen, that often, back then, as far as I know.
I usually was there after work, so maybe the night shift would start to arrive about ten minutes after I did, to give my eyes time to adjust to the lighting change from outdoors. That was one of a few times all day you could get that seat; early afternoon, when the place was empty, around ten to seven, when the guy who had the seat was leaving, and around eleven, when I gave it up. I was never in a VIP room in any titty bar. Those were after my day.
Miss HOL didn't do that sort of thing out in an open area, only in that back corner, so that's why not everyone knew about it, but a different guy could have had that seat, if he showed up at 6:45. I don't know if other guys gave her a lick that night, but if they did, it was after me, and I'm pretty certain she washed between shifts. She was shaved, and had had a mild vinegar douche, and their weren't any cysts in or near her snatch. I see pretty well, at that range, and it's wasn't too dark back there.
She could just turn her back to the stage, and only one other guy could tell what was going on, but he didn't watch, because it was none of his business, and he didn't want me to watch, when it was his business, with someone else.
In those seats, you watched each others' beers when one of you had to take a leak, even if you didn't know the guy. You didn't want to, it was just two guys not watching each others' action, and every other guy is facing the other direction. The seat on the back wall on the other side of the alcove wall was almost as good, but there were about five guys who could see what was going on, instead of one, so I only took that seat, if somebody else already had mine.
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Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Huh, oh yah you were saying something about a Russian woman...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
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I'm going to go out on a limb here and venture that you have no Earthly idea how many guys she was with before you or what her cleaning habits were. But you keep believing that she was cleaner than the virgin Mary herself,lol.
Oh and as for the HOL in the early 90's. I was talking to Erica Boyer one night and she told me that of all the clubs she has ever danced at the HOL was the ''scummiest''. Then she said ''And I've been in some real shit holes''. And shit hole clubs attract shit hole dancers.
But hey maybe Miss HOL was the exception,lol.
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I'm sure Erica was talking about the Bloor Street House of Lancaster. It was a dive, when I was first in there, in 1985. I had recently moved back to Toronto, and I was living near Landsdowne/ College, and one day we went to the HOL. In those days, strip clubs in Ontario were topless only; all of the dancers kept at least a G String on, on stage, or for $5 table dances, on boxes.
Having seen full frontal nudity dancers in Quebec for several years, to that point, and seeing the quality of the girls dancing to G String nudity in the Bloor HOL, compared to what I was used to in Montreal, it's understandable that I didn't go to Toronto strip clubs much in those days.
It was David Peterson's Liberal government,1985-90, that got rid of the g-strings, and things because more liberal in the clubs when Bob Rae was in charge, and they started to crack down while Mike Harris was premier, but not until his second term.
In early/ mid 1990's, The Queensway House of Lancaster was one of the premier clubs, for talent, in Toronto/ GTA.
i'm not sure when your strip club era was, Maurice, but I'd image our careers didn't have a lot of overlap. I retired from strip clubs pretty much after 1997, and have been inside a titty bar perhaps half a dozen times since.
I'd place more stock in my first hand experience that your second hand knowledge, unless you have first hard knowledge of HOL Queensway 1990-94 that conflicts with mine. The HOL on Bloor was always a bit seedy, but it had a brief upswing about 1995-97, when they had an influx of girls from Central and South America, so the facilities were still not the best, but the talent was top notch.
HOL on Bloor did have superb chicken wings, at least back then.
I know the Montreal scene early 80's, and Toronto clubs from about 1988-97. If you're talking about different eras, we're not talking about the same thing. I was in '905' area code clubs only a few times, usually for a specific reason. I only had a good time in the Mississauga airport area clubs a couple of times. once when I tracked down the dancer I went to the Leafs-Penguins game with in 1992, and another time when my dancer was named Anutzia, or Anunzia, or something like that, a traditional Italian name. She was from Chicago, and came to Canada for a week on her vacation, to dance without a license at the Runway 66. Obviously, I never saw her again, but she left a lasting impression on me. That would definitely have been July or August, 1992. Around that time, there was some other feature dancer that did the Muppets' Mahna Manna song, with the puppets dancing on her crotch, and Jane something, that had the live tigers on stage.
I saw Kellie Everts in Montreal, and some well known magazine model/ stripper, who stripped with her daughter. The mom was a gorgeous brunette, and the daughter was half black, and they both had huge breasts and very tiny waists. There would be someone on another board who would know exactly whom I'm talking about, but probably not here.
In those days, the feature dancers usually appeared in the 'second string' stroke books, like Juggs, often MILF aged busty models, who were too old for Playboy or Penthouse, but still very appealing to a large audience. They traveled as feature dancers, as well. If they did movies, it was usually a single X movie, with nudity, but no 'penetration'. They were legitimate adult stars.
It was only later that feature dancers would be billed as "XXX stars", when all they'd done was appear in a bangbus clip.
If your strip club era was later than mine, I concede that you know a lot more about in than me. If you are personally unfamiliar with pre 1998 Toronto clubs, and Montreal downtown clubs west of St Laurent Blvd from 1979-84, then you should decide of you think your sources are more credible than mine. I only know the clubs I was at, but I knew them very well. I didn't know Toronto clubs farther north than Eglinton, or West of Kipling, and I avoided the Scarborough clubs as much as possible, they were just slightly above the place a guy showed me, during the six months or so I lived in Kitchener. Thay was equivalent to a strip club in a town of about 2,000 in Quebec, but the guy doing the sword swallowing act was OK, but the dancers looked mostly like what you'd have left if you took all the women in an average office with 100 employees, sent the top five home, and hired the rest. Seriously, Kitchener was that bad, in 1986, but the guys there didn't know, because they had nothing to compare it to.
I don't know how old you are, Maurice Boscorelli, but I'm 53. I would guess that the majority of your strip bar career did not overlap mine. I know my own era pretty damned well, 1979-84 Montreal. and about 1988-97 Toronto.
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You don't want to learn anything, so I have nothing to say that would interest you. Either that, or you are Cardinal Fang's second handle.
I'm too old to be interesting to you, and you're too young to understand me, so how about I just make jokes about you? I think the other readers would enjoy that, and so would I.
Cardinal Fang doesn't like it, and he'd be more than happy if you would like to replace his head in the stocks with your own, for the rotten tomato throwing round.
Let me know if you want the job, son. I'm always hiring. The grinder, the audience, and I love fresh meat. I'm not telling your bitch ass again.
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You're really not worth that much effort bob.
