Strip Club Pheromone Testopalooza!

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True. But more fun than watching TV or doing the dishes. You just gotta attend in moderation and not take anything too seriously. I like to toss back a few brews while hitting a daytime show at Fem Nu. Gives me inspiration and rises my T-levels a bit. Afterwards I walk over to Ala Moana Shopping center and hit on tourist girls and ogle the workers at Guess and Armani Exchange.

A couple days ago a local Honolulu boy got obsessed with a club girl, couldn’t have her so stabbed her to death in the club in front of customers and workers. He then committed suicide by driving his trunk into a concrete wall at high speed.

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Well, if they weren’t juice bars due to the sin laws here in Washington, getting a few drinks would be a reasonable excuse to go to one. Unfortunately, your frame is pretty much locked in place here. No pretense of “just having a drink, thanks.” No. The only reason to go to a strip club here is to see naked women, period. I mean, who pays a cover charge just to sit and sip flat $5 Cokes? It makes it next to impossible to run a believable stripper game, as Neil Strauss and Mystery instruct.

Back in Georgia, it was different. You could go to a strip club, have a few beers, play pool, or catch a game on TV. Basically, it was like any other club, only there were dance runways and naked women running around. Not to start a big political discussion, but I find it hilarious that Washington is a “blue” state, while Georgia is “red”.

-D4

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Yep the strip clubs suk in Washington. We used to head across the border to drink and catch shows in Vancouver (student in B’ham). The Cannabis Cafe was way cool as well.

But, yep, the women look much hotter after a few cold ones.

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come to OC, i’ll show you 2 clubs where u can get “full service” vip for 100+ or go out with the dancers.

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With enough money, I could get “full service” at my haunt, but that’s not exactly my objective. I don’t think I’ve actually spelled it out, but a true “mission accomplished” for me would be to have a stripper offer an extra at no charge and for me to decline it. If I was out for sex that bad, I’d seduce my future ex. Pheros and pre-existing reputation with her make that both easy and inexpensive. :slight_smile:

-D4

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Thanks for this idea data. I was wondering what would be a good way to test Turn Up The Heat. So last night was my last night at the beach and I had picked out a busy strip club to test Turn Up The Heat at, I went to the club wearing khakis and a dress/casual shirt, unscented sure and one drop of A314 on my chin (I’m starting to treat that drop as a lucky charm that I don’t go anywhere without).
I got a beer at the bar and found a place away from the stage but not in the couch/lap dance area. very quickly I was approached by a tall blond silicone lovely. Too icy and too early. I declined. I barely tasted my beer and here came another this one a foxy latina but still with a mercenary attitude. I thanked her and told her that I just wanted to enjoy the stage show for a bit. She must have passed that info along because I was left alone for awhile. I tipped a blond stage performer who seemed to have more natural composure hoping she would come around after her set and declined another girl while I was waiting (that one had actually touched my arm while we were chatting and I could see her counting under her breath waiting to see if I would touch her back and then she started complaining about window shoppers. These girls were tough). Finally along came a sweet dark skinned english/carribean type milf about mid twenties I guess.
After a short chat, I told her to meet me back at the couches and excused myself to the rest room where I applied a spray of Turn Up The Heat (2.5 mu togo) to my throat. When I got back I sat down next her and told her that I was not a regular club goer and asked about the rules she said I could touch any thing that wasn’t cover by her g-string :smiley: sweeet! Her first dance was sexy but not over the top nasty a little grinding was about it. we sat and talked ordered a drink for her and my second beer. She asked if I was ready for another dance. Any time I said. she excused herself and said she would be right back. I took the opportunity to discreetly add another shot to my throat. Her next dance was like the first only with enough booty to lap action to wake Otis up. when she finished she gave him a little goose with her hand and said she was glad the feeling was mutual :open_mouth:.
Her drink was empty and with no waitress in sight I went to the bar and managed another spray (that’s 3 total) (togos and dark bars make for easy application) when I got back she cuddled real close and sniffed my neck deeply. “I really LOOOOVVE your cologne” Ka -ching!!! All I can smell is a sweet orange wine type of thing but it had her by the ovaries, she actually had goose bumps and nipple bumps :D:D:D. She was really chatty now and cuddly. Two nasty lap dances later I excused myself and completed my od with a spray to each wrist. My orangy throat was getting ridiculous. So stopping by the bar with now 5 sprays of Turn Up The Heat I get some really scary stares from some guys but I just gave em my best goofy bobble headed fat guy grin (and stood straight and square and moved slowly controlling my space) and made my way back to my seat. This was just my third beer in about as many hours so I figured I could dodge any random violence. I need not have worried. Guys sitting nearby started leaving almost as soon as I sat down, one even turned a table full of drinks over getting away. I was just flabbergasted. I don’t think they associated me with their sudden urge to leave.
My girl just got really quiet and that was when I realized she wasn’t making any money to speak of. 40 bucks in over 2 hours? I made mention that I didn’t want to dominate her time. She said she didn’t really like the music the DJ was playing but that she would dance for me any time a reggae tune came up. After the waitress got the mess from the upturned table cleaned up we were all alone in this dark corner. I got two more lap dances that were more or less heavy petting makeout sessions. This chatty friendly girl I had started with was now quiet almost sullen but she made no effort to leave. At one point she said she was hungry I offered to get her something from the bar. No. Would you like to quit early and go out. maybe, no I’d better not. My hotel’s just down the block we could order a pizza wink wink leer. no reply.
The bouncers had been giving me some long hard looks so I told her I had to go. Otis thinks I should have stuck around for some more dry humping but I was feeling a lot of glare from the bouncers. Hey their job is to protect the girls. I was more worried that her actions might get her in trouble if we stayed there and she obviously had better sense than to leave with a stranger even if he was a big goofy neroli and -none sex god. Great ego boost though. Hmmm, long winded again :o.

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Nice story. Needs paragraph breaks bigtime…

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Renny,

Ouch, man! That was good, but you spent waaay to much money, unless some of those dances were freebies. Now, if you could care less what a stripper thinks of you and just want to see if the mones boosts the quality of service, that’s cool. Next time, act like you could give a shit that she’s hot and takes off her clothes for a living.

In fact, here’s something that totally throws them for a loop. When a girl comes up to you and wastes no time in asking for a dance, look at her like you would a dog that just crapped on your carpet. Tell her that her hustle is weak and she’ll have to do a hell of a lot better if she wants to make it in this great big world. Say it with the most serious (but not scary) expression you can muster, watch her reaction, then let her off easy with a friendly grin. If she hasn’t fled by this point, she’ll probably introduce herself and ask your name. Say “Let me see… tonight I’m Bob. No, Mark. Yeah, I’m a Mark tonight.” The point of all of this is to break out of the typical strip club patron frame, and if she’s game, it creates an opening for some rapport building. Chat her up. Talk about the weather. Ask her what she does for fun. The key being to make it totally oblivioys that you’re in a strip club talking to a stripper. Eventually, it’ll come back around to a pitch for a dance, since they are there to make money. If you’re ready to lay down the bucks, go for it. She’s been in your phero cloud for a bit, AND you’ve treated her as more than just a piece of meat. I guarantee the dance will be much better than if you had accepted at the beginning.

Two don’ts to keep in mind:

  1. NEVER ask a girl out, or invite her to your hotel room after work. That’s a fast track to chode-dom.

  2. NEVER offer to buy her a drink or food. Hell, get her to buy YOU stuff. She probably has more money on her than you anyway.

Have fun!

-D4

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Thanks data, but I was there to be a mark. Those girls work pretty hard to entertain their customers. I’ll find other places to chase girls in earnest. Otis thought I should at least make the offer though, for purely scientific reasons of course.
I think part of the reason that the two additional sprays cranked things up like that may have been because I increased the diffusion points from 1 to 3. So three times the pheros in that first dry down blast. Anyway, 3 sprays of tuth will obviously be my limit and that was what I wanted to know.

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Hehe, no doubt, man. Even if you’re there strictly to be the mark, you can still have fun with the girls and try to improve the quality of your $20 investments. Otis will thank you. :wink:

-D4

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I mentioned in an earlier report about a HB9, perhaps even a 10 that Raven said was her best friend. Her name is Paradise. Her real name is… well, I can’t say that, now can I? :smiley: Boredom and inspiration from Renny sent me up to my haunt, where I was greeted by Paradise.

Okay, I’m going to drop the whole “detached experimenter” pretense and just let it out. Paradise is a fox. An absolute babe. Better still, she lacks the typical stripper 'tude. She and Raven have that in common. Paradise is about 5’4, probably 110 lbs wet, and has a perfectly proportioned body. She wants a boob job because she thinks they’re too small, but I told her that they’re fine just the way they are. Her eyes… OMG, this girl has Fiona Apple eyes that, along with her whole shy girl act, would make stone melt. Big, brown doe eyes.

Anyway… I got myself a rep with her. Got a VIP dance (3 songs in the booth for those who don’t know. Touching is strictly at the dancers’ discretion) with her the last time I was there and managed to keep her in chills and goosebumps. Light, feather-like fingertip caresses down her spine, back of her neck, along her cheeks, down her arms, and the erogenous zones of her inner elbows and wrists. By the end of the third song, she’s prepared to be my co-conspirator in shooting the DJ with a knockout dart to keep the beat track going indefinitely before the next song is cued.

So anyway, I go with a MX102-heavy mix that also includes a shot of Ammo to the chest, a drop of A314 to the chin, lots of Instant Openness to the arms, IFM to the back of the neck (2 shots), and Instant Shine in my hair. Rounded it all off with two dabs of NPA to my neck.

As the door guy lets me through, I hear the DJ saying “Paradise… dancing for ya on the mainstage for the first time tonight” Woot! I tell the first waitress I see to make my required first drink the usual flat, watered down Coke, and immediately approach the stage with a fiver. Paradise sees me and breaks out into a big grin, and those eyes light up. Oh dear God, those eyes. I take a seat right there up front, and she proceeds to give me a personal show on stage. I guess the relative deadness of the club made this cool with management. The rest of the guys there were all in the back being self conscious. Me, I just don’t give a shit any more. All the service staff (read: non dancers) know me, as do most of the dancers on shift. When I first started going I was self conscious, until I started learning about the strip club scene. Yeah, Raven and Paradise ultimately want my money, but I think I’ve got them at least a little hooked with the mones. I know for a fact they both have high paying regulars, but still they choose to hang out with me, even when I’m not buying.

So, tonight, Paradise comes to my table after her set all giddy and smiling. She grabs my arm and rests her head on my shoulder and said “Jon, you have no idea how glad I am to see you.” Cha-ching, of course. Still… she at least remembered my name and it’s been a few days. Actually over a week.

OKAY, I LIED! I WENT FRIDAY! clears throat … AND I HAD FUN!

So anyway… yeah, she didn’t expect to see me, because she normally doesn’t work on Sundays. Raven left early Friday because she was sick, and I figured I owed her a dance since I took the money I was going to use for the double that they proposed (They told me they have this whole routine they do when they double-dance. Me-freaking-yow.) and got that VIP from Paradise after Raven left. Raven usually works Sundays, but she traded with Paradise. Lucky me. Both girls are sweehearts, but Raven’s dances are a little grind-heavy while Paradise just slowly, sensuously rubs that perfect body all over you.

So, there I was, ready to give Raven a make-up VIP when Paradise told me about the schedule swap. I asked her if she wanted to do a VIP and she squeaked. The girl literally squeaked.

After the dance was done, she curled up in my lap for like 2 more songs and almost fell asleep. I was rubbing the back of her neck and kept saying “Just relax… now… that’s right…” Suddenly, she perked up with an “Oh!” Seems she forgot her sugardaddy, AKA the big spender who probably knows NOTHING about pheromones, is also buying her lunch to win her over. Ah, poor schmuck… He was there waiting for her while she was with me. We walked out of the VIP section holding hands with fingers interlaced. When we got to his table, I let go of her hand, said “How’s it going?” to Sugardaddy, kissed Paradise on the cheek and told her, “Be a good girl and come see me before I go. I owe you more goosebumps.” I winked at sugardaddy like I was the motherfucking player and casually walked back to my table. MX102, how I love you!

So, she goes to the dressingroom to eat her lunch, then she’s due back on stage. I hit the front row again and drop another fiver. Got another personal show, while off to the side, Sugardaddy was sitting on the bench seats looking mad. HA! She finished the first song, then went to the second stage to do the next song. I followed suit and laid another five on the stage. Flipping Washington’s 4 foot rule the bird, I stood there while she was bare-ass naked, no more than 2 feet away and said “I’m just a baaaad boy tonight!” She giggled and said “Yes you are, but bad boys get rewarded.”

After her set, she came back to my table. I was feeling generous and offered to buy a regular lap dance before I left. We went in the middle of one song, and she curled up with me again. Out of the VIP section, you can’t really touch the girls, but I didn’t give a shit and neither did Paradise. I gave her a neck rub and she almost fell asleep again. When the song was over, she gave me one hell of a standard lap dance, then sat with me for a couple more songs telling me she wished I could stay. I told her I’d spent all my allowance, and she was like “So? I like you. You’re fun to hang around.”

So… yeah, that’s my story. Again. And now, I really will be ending the Strip Club run. Starting tomorrow, I will be working 7 days a week, 10 hours a day for the next few weeks. No time to do anything but sleep, drive, and work.

No, seriously. I mean it this time. :wink:

-D4

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D4, you are just too much! :wink:

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Hehe. It just occurred to me… What if that guy was in the mob? What if he was her pimp, or something? I know she doesn’t give extras or hook on the side. She and Raven were talking shit about a couple of the dancers who do Friday night. I was right there with them, agreeing, and validating the whole “Dancers are entertainers, not prostitutes” angle.

I could have easily had a shadow follow me home and made sure I never GOT home. Perhaps they should put a warning label on MX102. :wink:

-D4

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Here’s my recent experience with strippers.

I was at this party in the ghetto with 2 private strippers. I made up a mix for me and my buddy who I went with and told me nothing except that there would be strippers. No mention of, “Oh BTW, we will be in the ghetto and the only two white guys” :confused: It all went well though. :cool:

My mix wasn’t so successful I was wearing

1 ammo
30 mcg p93
20 alphanol
1 4x shine

I have a feeling i’m very -none sensative and even 1 spray is an OD. It just doens’t fit me well.

I got some attention but I thought I was being avoided or teased more then given the proper treatement.

My buddy was wearing

3 mx 151 in a togo bottle
30 mcg alphanol
80 mcg Taa oil

He got some decent attention and both the strippers commented on how good he smelled.

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Careful now. In my younger days I had a couple like that. They turned out to be room mates and I ended up living with them.:roll_eyes:
You could get into big trouble here.:open_mouth:

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That’s the kind of trouble I’m willing to look for. Hey, if my wife can have a sight-unseen boyfriend she met on World of Warcraft that she “really likes”, why can’t I play Jack Tripper to a couple of bisexual stripper roommates?

Come on knock on my door… we’ve been waiting for yoooou… :smiley:

-D4

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I’ve been looking to get into that kind of trouble since I was in diapers.:smiley: :smiley:

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That’s about the time I was living with the strippers, when you were in diapers that is.:smiley:

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Great thread. I’ve actually gone to stripclublist.com and tried to figure out what club data’s visting. In case I’m ever in washington and need to visit a club with pheromone susceptible dancers, of course.

I think I’ve figured out the club, but since he hasn’t mentioned the name, neither will I.

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This ought to be interesting. I just received my my order of Pheros in the mail, and will use it as a cover for tonight. I’ll have a wingman with me.

Gentlemen, I am going for a number close. Wish me luck.

-D4