Okay, this is the third time I’ve posted this, so hopefully it works.
I’m back from the club. Had a really good time, but if you’re looking for a tale of sex, look again. None happened, HOWEVER, it was still a fun evening. Whilst I collect my thoughts on the report, I’ll leave you with this image I took after Paradise and I left the club. 
http://i96.photobucket.com/albums/l178/data463/securedownload-1-2-1.jpg
-D4
She is a fine looking woman. I’m looking forward to your report.
indeed, i agree. post it already!
She’s really cute! I haven’t been to a strip club yet, and I didn’t know the girls were that cute! I’m also looking forward to reading your report Data.
just out of curiosity what were you expecting the girls to look like?
This is not just about the strip club, since the MX292 was working before I got there. I stopped off at an AM/PM (local convenience store chain) to use the ATM and get some gum and a drink before going on to the club. The cashier was a flirty redhead with a cool sense of humor, but not someone I’d really be attracted to. Still, we had a nice banter. I was the only customer in there and it went a little something like this:
Her (as I was grabbing the gum and looking for something to drink): “Hi there! How are you doing this evening?”
Me: “Oh, pretty good. Yourself?”
Her: “Want me to lie? I could tell the truth and complain.”
Me: “Ah, why not? I’m not charging tonight, so consider it a freebie.”
She laughed and took on a fake whiny voice talking about how people are mean, the weather is cold, she didn’t want to be at work, etc… Finally she said, “Yeah, you really wanted to hear that, right?”
Me (lying): “Eh, I’m married. Totally used to it.”
We laughed.
Me: “Ever see that commercial with a football ref getting an earful from a coach, while having this calm, serene look on his face?”
Her: “Oh yeah, and he’s able to take it because his wife does that to him?”
Me: “That’s the one!”
Laughter.
It wasn’t much, but it had a nice flirty feel to it, and by this time I was feeling pretty relaxed and cool from the self effects. Then it was on to the club!
I got there and the place is dead. I mean there’s maybe 3 other guys there with about a dozen girls sitting around with frustrated looks on their faces. All window shoppers. Paradise was giving someone a cheap-seat lapdance, so I just sat down near where I usually sit-- roughly in the middle. Not too close to the stages, but not hiding back in the shadows. Within literal seconds, I get approached by a girl I’d never seen there before, who cuts straight to the chase “Hi, would youlike a dance?” I politely decline. The girl doesn’t seem too happy, but what can I say? It’s not my fault Fox’s is gaining a bad rep.
Paradise comes over soon after and she’s all “OMIGOD save me!” After her cheap-seat dance, some guy called her over to his table. Apparently, she tells me, this guy is there every night and never pays for dances. Recently, Fox’s has started a two hour free cover period from 7-9, and it attracts all sorts. This person is always wanting Paradise over at his table, but doesn’t even have the decency to tip her for her time.
I pat my lap and she hops on it, giving me a peck on the cheek. “Missed ya!” I assured her I missed her too, and soon we headed back to the VIP section.
To be continued. My apologies for the delay. As I started writing the post, my cat jumped on my bed, flopped on his back, and gave me the Puss n’ Boots stare straight out of Shrek 2. I couldn’t resist so what started off as a kitty cuddle and bellyrub turned into me waking up about a half hour ago. Heh. Now I need coffee and breakfast.
-D4
This club has a Myspace page now: MySpace.com - FOX’S TACOMA - 29 - Female - TACOMA, Washington - www.myspace.com/foxstacoma
Many of the dancers are listed as Friends, so you can get an idea of the kinds of girls that work there.
-D4
Most aren’t outside the club!
How about this? But hey, they’re still fun to party with. BTW, these pics were from a year or so ago, and long before I met the asian girl! 
http://democomputer.com/forum_images/lauren.jpg
http://democomputer.com/forum_images/lauren1.jpg
In all fairness though, her other stripper friends were way hot, and just as wild!
Mark, you thunder stealer, you! 
Okay, I’m banging out the next part now. Gimmie a few…
-D4
Sorry Jon, just couldn’t resist. Might be kinda dead around here for awhile though, cause I think I’ll the guys might just be running off to strip clubs! 
Paradise is still hotter though!!!
Denec, I don’t know I expected more of the pamela anderson trashy look lol! Heavy make up, I don’t know, you get the picture lol. What I meant is this girls looks like someone I’d want to pick up at the mall rather than see in a strip club (not that I would complain at all!).
So we head back to the VIP booths and take a seat. She’s shivering a little bit, as it seems like they’re penny-pinching with the heating bill in there. Strange, considering the MO of the place is nudity. Then again, the stage lights are warm, so… We snuggle up and just talk for a bit. “What have you been up to? How’s work?” and so on. The song finishes and another starts. Paradise doesn’t move. Cool, she’s in no hurry, and since Shad, the manager knows me, there’s no worry of him playing House Mamacita.
I’m rubbing her legs and feet and she’s all :“God that feels good. I got new stage shoes and they don’t fit right.” More chitchat ensues, then by the next song, she’s ready to go. She gets up and leans into me just kind of grinding on my thigh and says “My butt’s cold. Can you warm me up?” No problemo! I reach around behind her back, rub my hands together Mr. Miyagi style and start massaging. “Ooooh… yeah… perfect!” She presses her nose into my neck. “Mmm, you smell good. Different cologne?” “Yeah, I figured I’d change things up a little.”
Point of fact: I’ve worn plenty of Game scented mixes around her before. Either she has a bad memory, or it really smells different to her.
“Well, it’s working. (giggle)” She leans back and, sliding her g-string to the side, presents me with a clubhouse view. “I got new bling last week. What do you think?” (Bling is what she calls her clit ring). I decided to get cheeky with her. “Nice… and you know, that reminds me. I’ve never gone down on a girl with bling. Is there anything I should be aware of?” “Nah, just don’t pull it out.” “Cool… so what are you doing Saturday?” “Hmm… working, but…” I wanted to press it by saying “But what?”, but she turned around , pulled the back of her g-string down and started rubbing her bare ass against my crotch. Yeah, that’ll shut me up pretty quickly. Heh. So I casually reach around with my still warm hand and rub her stomach, inching down and slipping my fingertips down the front of her g-string, careful not to go to far. By this point, I was… shall we say… up… for whatever she wanted to do.
By the third song, I faked a “boohoo” voice and said “Darn, it’s almost over.” She pressed my face into her boobs and said “there there, here’s something to cry on.” I love this girl! And oh dear lord, I don’t know what perfume she was wearing, but I could have gobbled her up right then and there… in every way imaginable.
When the song was over, she cocked her head to listen to the DJ’s announcement. She would be on stage after this next girl, and she asked me to stick around. I said no problem, and we got up, hugged, and went back out to the floor. She went back to the dressingroom until the current song was over, then came out for her set. I took a seat at the front and watched as she did her thing. This girl has an ass on her that won’t quit, and I couldn’t help but think about the things I’d make her feel if given half a chance. Yes, I’m a cad like that. She stumbled a little, and while she did say her shoes were giving her problems, I’d like to think perhaps the MX292 made her a little wobbly.
As she went to the second stage, she passed me and said “God, did you see what happened?” “Yeah,” I said. “I’m sorry… I kind of have that effect on people. Want me to sit further back?” “Don’t move!” she said, getting on the stage. By this time, several guys had come in as a group, all looking like they barely passed the age check at the door. They took seats on the other side of the second stage, but in the front row. I figured I’d initiate some peer pressure, so I walked up and placed a $10 on the stage. Two of the guys followed, but they only threw wadded up 1’s. Guess who got all the money views? After her set was up, she walked over to the guys and gave them a courtesy “Thank you”, then came over to me. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” Ooookay.
About 10 minutes later, she comes out in street clothes. “Time to go. Let’s go to Pizza hut. It’s just around the corner. I’m going to tip out the DJ, so go ahead of me so no one thinks anything.” They have a rule about girls getting with customers. Actually it’s a “No screwing the clientele” rule, but we decided to play it safe. I headed over to the PH and a few minutes later, she pulled up. We went in together, where there were several groups of people, ranging from teens to probably early 30s. We got some stares from some of the guys, which always makes me grin. There’s nothing like being overweight and average looking while having a hot stripper on your arm in social situations. 
We sat down and ordered and the conversation was very, very innuendo laden. She kept rubbing my leg with her foot and was telling me all about her recent trip to the Bahamas. Seems she won a wet t-shirt contest. The funny thing is, we were talking about that, stripper life, and all sorts of not-very-polite-in public things at conversational levels. Other people heard. I even commented that I thought it was cool that we could talk frankly about these things and damn what other people think.
We were there for a little over an hour and she asked me if I was doing anything tomorrow. I told her I wasn’t, but I wasn’t sure if I could come to the club because of having to “stretch my entertainment dollars”. Thankfully, the economy being what it is, it didn’t make me sound too cheap. She said “Well, I was actually talking about Starbuck’s after I get off.” Hmm… Tentative plans are in place.
When we exited, we hugged for a good long time, and she gave me a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for coming over here with me. I had fun! See you tomorrow?” “We’ll see,” I said. She told me she’d call me, then with a cutsie wave, got in her car and left.
So there you have it. Unfortunately, this doesn’t end with me taking her home and spending a sweaty sleepless night, but I consider the night a success. MX292 gave me a very cool and relaxed feeling, and it had more of a social effect on Paradise, with perhaps just a little sexuality to it, when mixed with the usual strip club goings-on. Next time I wear it, I might introduce a little -none from TUTH or some MX280. Renny’s reports of the latter have caught my eye, so it might make for a fun mix.
-D4
Oh, trust me, there’s plenty of silicone and trash at strip clubs. Even Paradise’s boobs are fake, but she has a DAMN good doctor, and she was practically flat chested before. Other than that, though, she’s minimalist on makeup, as you can see. Maybe a little eyeliner, some eyebrow pencil and a little something on the lips. Her boobjob is proportionate to her body type, though, so it doesn’t actually look fake if you didn’t know already.
-D4
data4, awesome report!
you know your report is getting me itchy to go to a strip club and try out mx292 if i had any LOL
the problem with the strip clubs around here is they have high mileage and i am just not looking for that
Good report, data! Paradise looks like a sweetie!
GRRR! ARRRGH!
WARNING: Though my posts toe the line at explicit sometimes, this one’s gonna cross it. Reader beware!!
I’m experiencing a conundrum. I just got off the phone with Paradise. She wants me to come in, but my BS detector is saying “sales call! sales call!”, and yet… I seriously want to fuck her. Part of this, I suppose, is a little blue-balls on my part since it’s been a good month since I’ve done the nasty, and while I’m not against masturbation by any means, it just feels hollow. Besides, I only use it in extreme cases such as “If I don’t blow a fucking load, I’m going to KILL SOMEONE!!!” Guys, you know what I’m talking about here.
I just need to figure out how to transition. We’ve been naughty before… I got a blowjob from her for pete’s sake… but now, it’s like it never happened and we’ve reverted back to… well, friends. I feel stuck. If I go to the club, I’ll be pigeonholed as simply a customer… Oy… what to do, what to do.
-D4
Can you show up towards the end of her shift, minimize the time in the club and see if she really wants to grab coffee with you?
MX 292 is known to have a lingering effect
I’m thinking that you either call her back and tell her that you’re promised some friends you’d do something with them (anything) but if things wind down early enough you’ll try to make it out there, or just don’t go, then call her tomorrow and tell her that you really couldn’t talk yesterday when she called.
If she asks what you were doing, just say you were out screwing around with a friend. Leave her wondering and show her that you have options.
Well, I told her I can’t make any promises, so there’s already a bit of doubt. If I’ve learned nothing else from the masters, I’ve definitely got the concept of not leaping when she says “jump” down. I can’t call her now because she’s at work and her… uh… uniform doesn’t have much room for a cell.
I’m thinking that if I do show, it’ll be within a half hour of the end of her shift and I won’t be spending any money. I dunno. Still have a little time to think about it.
I could just go the instant jerk route and exercise some Mode One bluntness with “Look, I don’t want to keep this facade up. I can’t help myself, Steph. I want you, right now. As in, “Everyone else in this club fuck off if they don’t like it” right now.” Hah! Yeah, that might even be fun if it weren’t so potentially destructive.
-D4
Naw, might be more fun and something that could even work if you went with something more along the lines of: You’re so fucking hot…If you stopped acting so on-and-off (or hot-and-cold) toward me, I’d take you home with me and have you screaming out in ecstasy.