Strip Club Pheromone Testopalooza!

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Thanks, I appreciate that. I make no apology for what I do, and if someone else can’t handle it, I let it be their problem. I’ve got enough rep points and notes in support of this from all the major players here.

He says this thread is a joke and is an example of this forum going to shit. I beg to differ. I see this thread as a testament to the merits of educated use of pheromones, and in particular, Androtics’ products. I am vastly different than the person who started this thread in terms of composure, stature, attitude, and confidence. Pheromone use, along with adjustments to my attitude has lead to this. Yeah, some people have personal hangups about strip clubs, and that’s fine. Not my problem. However, a strip club is the HARDEST place to find legitimate IOIs due to the nature of the beast.

With the help of Androtics Pheromones, I have been able to tame the beast, make some great friends, and yes, get the phone number of a gorgeous stripper who also happens to be a human being, and one I’m glad to have gotten to know. Actually, there are two of them, but Raven has been out sick. The bottom line is I am extremely happy with the way this has played out, and I know that so are a lot of you.

There are going to be detractors for whatever reason, be it jealousy or pompous arrogance. Again, I say everyone is entitled to their opinions. The worth of said opinions, however, lies in the beholder.

EDIT: Speaking of IOIs, just got a call from my girl. Not a word mentioned about “when are you gonna come back to see me?” (a typical stripper maneuver over the phone to get you back in). Just small talk, and she told me Raven said hey and thanks for asking about her. Ah… need to find a needle. My head just might get caught in the door…

-D4

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Data number-closed on a hired gun… IMO that would be a lot harder than any regular HB would it not? It’s clear by the audio messages there I thought that this in the end had nothing to do with the strippers profession, and everything to do with attraction.

You’re right Data, there will always be detractors, player haters, whatever name you place on them. I think you’re right not to bother giving them a bar of your time either. Much more important things to be getting on with.

Respect

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IME, women get off most on genuine human contact… it’s emotional reality, emotional availability, consistency, “getting” them as people instead of as fantasy objects… once you move past the identity of being a player as a substitute for emotional authenticity, player-as-mask, then you walk on a different plane… it takes a load of cojones to play without masks, and masks get real heavy, the masks these girls have to put on every day are heavy as lead… being able to connect without the control games, the distancing mechanisms, the false selves, is like having a fifty pound weight taken off your face…:slight_smile: :slight_smile:

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Okay, I’ve already gotten to the tootsie roll center of this tootsie pop, but I’d still like to lay out how I got to that point. I took a shower and used generous amounts of exfoliating cleanser on the ol’ louffa. I wanted to make sure I got rid of as much of whatever buildup I had to start with a clean slate. While the components are the same as I’ve been using, I decided to tweak it to the “go big or go home” variant, which included the following:

NPA - 4 drops and one OOPS! dribble. 2 to neck, 2 to elbows, and the OOPS was salvaged and smeared into my chest hair. Probably amounted to a total of 6 drops in all.

A314 - 1 drop to each ear, 1 drop to each wrist. I patted my wrists together without rubbing in. Not sure if that mattered, but…

Instant Female Magic - Two sprays to the back of my neck-- 1 to the left and 1 to the right. 1 spray from a slight distance to the back of my head for maximum hair coverage back there.

IShine - 1 spray to my chin, 1 spray to the front of my hair, and 1 spray each on my forearms.

Instant Openness - 1 spray each to the back of my hands

MX102 - 1 spray on each cheek. 1 spray under my nose. This was purely for my benefit. :smiley:

Ammo - 1.5 sprays to my chest. That’s right. Right on top of the NPA

I let it dry down and then put on my shirt, to which I applied “walkthrough” sprays including 1 Ammo, 1 IO, and 1 MX102.

Finally, because there is no such thing as too much -none in a strip club, I hit myself with 2 quick spritzes of Turn Up The Heat, 1 on either side of my shirt just below my collar. Paradise said it smells like her bubble bath. Anchor, anyone?

Right. So, pocketing the TUTH to-go bottle, I set out on the mission. Oh yeah, I fully intended to use it again before the night was over. I was probably the most marinated I’ve ever been thus far, so I had every reason to believe the night would be interesting.

I’ll continue shortly.

-D4

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I kinda took my time driving up to the club, because I wanted the MX102 to kick in early on while I was there. I had Rob Zombie’s Dragula on loop, because the song gets me all happy-hyped up for some reason. (Do it babyyy, do it babyyyy!)

I get to the club and it’s not busy yet. I still have half a can of Monster Energy Drink to get through, so I have a smoke and shoot the shit with the door bouncer for a bit. He knows me now, so it’s cool. I asked him about working there. Employees can’t hang out there on their off days. Bummer. He did say he makes pretty good tips from the dancers, and he was all coy when I asked about the other benefits of working at a club. Well, at first. Then he got serious and said they could get fired for knowing dancers biblically. Bummer again. HA!

So I go in and the person covering the door is a dancer on waitress duty. She and I have spoken before and we had a nice little chat before I went to find a table. While talking, I see Paradise over in the VIP section with sugardaddy. This was going to be tough, as I wasn’t planning on spending a whole lot of cash, despite what I said about having the dough to buy her for the night. It’s perfectly reasonable for her to give the guy whatever attention he buys, so I had to be patient. Remember, I’m going on charm, mones, and the one VIP dance I’d budgeted for. Yeah, PUA masters would tell me that I’m blowing it by doing that, but it’s the only way to control the mone exposure.

I take my usual seat in the back of the seating area and take a quick survey of both dancers and patrons. It’s mainly singletons. A majority of them have that “this is my first time in a place like this and OMGNAKEDWOMEN!!!” look about them, which I always find amusing. I noticed that when a dancer approaches them from behind with the fingertips-on-the-neck hustle trick, they always jump slightly. Poor guys need to get laid is what it is.

Anyway, I don’t see Raven, so I figure she’s probably in the dressingroom taking a break. I saw in the mirror on stage that Paradise and sugardaddy were emerging from the VIP area, so I shifted in my seat and assumed the “Yeah, that’s right darlin’… I’m right here.” posture. She turned around to look at the stage and saw me, and her eyes lit up. She flashed me a smile and mouthed “one second” while she got paid. I turned and faced the stage again and a couple of minutes later, she hops into my lap and gives me a hug too big for her relatively small frame. It felt great.

We chat for a few minutes and she tells me about Raven being sick. She then had to hit the stage, and she told me that she had two people that she’d promised to get to afterward, but then she’d have as much time for me as possible later. I told her that was perfectly fine, and to go make money. I’d be there when she got tired of the greasey-looking guy rubbing his hands all over her backside. She giggled, kissed me on the cheek, and thanked me for not being like the others.

She got on stage and I moved up to the front. Now this is where it gets funny. A group of people came in and were sitting at the table next to me. I heard one of them say to another when trying to decide on a chair “Here, you can sit next to this guy”, referring to me. Now, the way he said it was like “You can sit next to this loser.” I just smirked. He laid a $1 on the stage. I waited til Paradise was completely in the buff and laid a $10 on the stage. She blew me a kiss. When the song was up, she put her outfit back on (a schexay little referee number, like the ones the girls from last week were wearing), and came over to me. “Want to walk me to the other stage?” I looked over at the twit sitting next to me and said “Of course, my dear.” We hooked elbows and off we went.

I took a seat at a nearby table while she started dancing again.

Suddenly…
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From behind…
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Meathooks on my shoulders…

OH SHIT! STRIPZILLA!

-D4

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I’ve been using pheromones for the past 4 years and usually double the dose when I visit a Club. Usually makes for good service (unless I OD) and lots of laughs. I always spray plenty in my hair as my head is nearest to the dancer’s nose when they’re performing on stage. I’ve actually had a few go DIHLs on me, stop dancing and sit down and stare at me. Usually this was with OD levels of androstenone and alpha androstenol. The OD thing is funny because they almost always stop dancing, asking for tips and just want to talk endlessly.

Smoking isn’t allowed in strip clubs in our clubs but you can drink all the booze you want. Some places even have good Korean food with a BBQ outside. When I’m in an impaired state I tend to end up with phone numbers and hand out my card. One called me at home and insulted my wife (now ex) and kept leaving dirty messages. Although many of the girls are normal beyond their job–lots of college students–a large percentage are have serious mental baggage. So, after a few hard knocks I’ve learned the nudie bar is a great place to drink and laughs but not so great for making GFs.

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Before I continue, I just want to add a note about my recording my night out, as it might have raised a few eyebrows. I did it for two reasons. Primarily, it’s for self-examination, like how a football team watches videos of their previous games. I think it was Mehow, or another one of the major PUAs that mentioned the value of having footage to review. I wanted to pay attention to my tonality, and whether I was talking over any of the girls. I have that problem sometimes, and I’m trying to put it in check. Sometimes, shutting up and listening can be one of the most attractive things about a guy.

The second reason is because in reviewing the thread, it looks like I’m weaving a nice little tale full of bullshit. I wanted to back up what I’ve said with proof. As for the voicemail, I figured that was the perfect answer to the question of whether the phone number was legit. :smiley: So yeah, I’m not going to be posting clips of my escapades for all the hear. Never was the intention. Of course, there are one or two instances that are worth hearing, and I might share those, but out of respect for Paradise, I ain’t gonna spread her around the net like that.

-D4

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Okay, so back to the story. Stripzilla gives me a shoulder massage, and I just let her. I told her I wasn’t going to be getting any dances any time soon, so I didn’t want to waste her time. Free of that obligation, I figured if she wanted to keep it up, it was on her. Despite how scary she is, she does a good job. Goes to school for it, so she says.

Eventually, she moves on, and Paradise goes and finds her other customers, so I head out for a smoke. I came back in and was approached by another dancer as soon as I had a seat. Now, this is for you, Renny. Remember what I said about looking at the dancer like they were a puppy that just pooped on your carpet and what to say? I had no intention on buying a dance from this girl, so I had a little fun with her:

weakhustle - Putfile

After that, I just sat and chilled for a bit. Got approached by a very nice and nice looking Asian dancer, but I told her I was saving myself for my special someone, which she thought was cute. Kind of an unintentional neg, too, because she said “But… I wanted to be your special someone…” Anyway… Oh, crap. I hate to pause right in the middle, but I’ve got to get ready.

My wingie that flaked out on me Friday will be here soon. Gotta get ready. I’ll continue later!

-D4

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Great posts data4! Finally a thread with some proof of the hits :stuck_out_tongue: …good job! :slight_smile: Keep it coming…if not from stripclubs then out and about.

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I’ve had crazy ass adventures at strip clubs while having none levels through the roof. However, something important was mentioned in the first post. You need to spend money. Remember girls at a booty bar can feel attracted and everything due to pheromones, but is their workplace. Their productivity and efficiency is measured on how many dances and champagne rooms they can sell. Only once you spend money with them is when you’ll get something different compared to another regular joe.

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Well, what about when you get an invite outside of the club to meet with two strippers who just gave you a double lap dance, with full lesbian-like behavior, to see what they can’t do in the club? Just sayin’.

With that, this has become personal. I will close loose ends with my last report, but I don’t think I’ll be sharing anything new, at least when it comes to my two friends. Life has suddenly become really, really swell.

Really swell. Now, my friends, I have an extremely cold shower to take.

-D4

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Even though you demonstrated the ability to ‘deceive’ us (about Friday, in this thread), I’m going to try to respond to your statement above, as if it is true. I mean all this in a good way, but I have re-worded it heavily because I’m afraid you might take it wrong. I am not a professional therapist - I’m just another human being who has hurt and hoped in some of the same ways you are going through, and maybe thought about it from some sides you’ve not bumped into yet.

This is a series of “what if” questions, with many parts. Mainly I’m hoping you might get some ideas - I’m NOT dissing you, nor your wife, and I’m NOT telling you what to do, and I’m not justifying anyone’s behavior, either.

What if your wife’s misbehavior is, just theoretically, influenced by someone in her workplace awakening her “deeper needs” with pheromones? How would that change things? What if it’s not really entirely her fault?

What if she felt a need for, just say, more excitement than she was aware of within her marriage, and she saw an easy, non-threatening, almost impersonal way to spice life up, without the risk of disease, pregnancy, body oder, or even much commitment? What if she saw her activity as a way to “preserve” her valuable marriage with you? How would that change things?

You say you go through periods of intense concentration on work - and it stands to reason that she would miss your part of the marriage when you are “working” that way. What if she valued her marriage to you so much that she found a way to semi-safely “fill in” for you while you were unavailable, so that she’d be ready for you when you returned?

I can’t get over the way you’ve grappled with the contradictions in your own explanation of your strip club obsession. You say you won’t, but you do it anyway. As long as you’re spending money regularly, the employees at a strip club will provide the service you are asking for, I suspect. You may enjoy it more if you think they are wildly happier than they are with other patrons - you may even be right.

Because you smell real nice (lots of pheromones), I can see your strip club pheromone cocktail as kind of a compensation - you’re making it seem, to yourself, that you’re getting more than you’ve paid for, right? And, for them, you’re hoping that they give you more than you’ve paid for with cash, right?

I know you feel you had good reasons to look around on her computer, but what if she feels violated? Like maybe you would feel if you came home and found she had dressed up in your clothes and taken pictures of herself for someone else, or some such? What if she felt you would honor her privacy, and now feels you’ve let her down?

What if there’s some truth to this silly conjecture: Your wife had superficial but sexually charged relationship(s) online, and you’ve now had superficial but sexually charged relationships in a strip club. Now you’re even - you wife has been paid back for her misbehavior, right?:confused: Now what?

Next time, maybe see if your wife is into some mutual spanking?:o You’ve both been very, very naughty. :stuck_out_tongue:

I’m thinking that, if my spouse was to do stuff like you and/or your wife, I might want to get closer, to understand better, and to find out how the relationship can be adjusted to provide for what is needed, by both partys, and to sustain and grow the relationship? But, how?

Both of you are reaching out big-time - you just haven’t found the right wave length to meet each other’s needs yet. Maybe you’ll find it in a pheromone bottle, or pictures of privates, or spanking, or who knows what else, or maybe you’ll give up before you find it?

Why not concentrate on pheromones for getting together with your wife?

Stuff that will make each of you more open to the other. Pheromones for sexuality is where you’ve concentrated during this strip club thing - but why not look at what you can do for the times you see your wife, or plan a dinner-date pheromone cocktail for how to get yourself to open up and really listen with acceptance to your wife’s story, and to get her to tell it completely?

I guess I just think there’s more to pheromones than sexual displays (strip clubs or online pictures), and maybe you’ll be better off in the long run if you somehow get past this “confidence building” phase, and move on to the real life part where the people deeply love the ones they have real sex with?

Okay, this is all none of my damn business, so you can tell me to buzz off, and I’ll deserve it.:open_mouth: These are just the thoughts I had while I was wading through reading this entire thread. I honestly hope this helps.:wink:

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Last and final Paradise audio clip. She had her face pressed into my chest and near my MP3 player/recorder, so pardon the distortion when she speaks. This, in her own words, is what she thinks of TUTH, since she had her nose in it.

bubblebath - Putfile.com :: Update Videos and Pictures for Free.

Aieee! Bedtime. Work weekends suck, especially when Monday rolls around and you realize you’ve got another 5 days (at least) of the same shit to deal with before a bona fide off day…

-D4

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I’m loving this thread. I’m out of mones, pretty broke, and just took a job that not only pays bi-weekly, but holds up the check for a week. So the vicarious thrill of living through data’s left coast strip club adventures will have to suffice for the near future.

Reminds me of the strip club adventures I had earlier in the year.

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Do share!

-D4

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I appreciate your thoughts, but the ball rests squarely in her court. My life was put into limbo for two months, wherein my job was jeopardized, my sanity was on the brink, and my emotional state was shot all to shit. She maintained that she’s absolutely certain she wants a divorce, so fine. She can have it.

If she wants to get back together, I’ll give her a chance. I’ve got about three miles of hoops stacked in the garage that she’s going to have to not only jump through, but leap gracefully doing pirouettes and other mid-air tricks before I’ll be satisfied that she’s not trying to use me again.

Yeah, I love her. I just don’t particularly like her right now. The situation is a lot more complicated that you know, and there are specifics that render a lot of your “what if’s” moot, hypothetical or not. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but this is “been there, done that” from a long time ago now.

-D4

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Well, you’re exactly right…that is the type of advantages…In my personal case, I’m going through divorce, so I just can’t do whatever I want…like going out in the middle of the week, or stayin out the whole night…but my cellphone is full of new numbers from these wonderful ladies, this Friday I had a crazy wild experience with 2 ladies at the champagne room, LOL and that was CRAZY…i think about it and I laugh about how crazy it was…and I don’t want to go into details…another girl offered me to spend the night with her at her place…but those are the type of things I can’t do at least for now.

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QFT!!!

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…pathetic. You two ought to get a room.

-D4

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Loose ends… Okay, where was I? Ah yes. After “weak hustle” girl moves on, I kick back and watch the show for a bit. All of the other dancers there pretty much know I’ve reserved myself for my buddies, so other than a passing “Hey there!”, I don’t get approached or hustled.

Finally, Paradise comes back and makes a show of collapsing in the chair beside me. “Long night?” I asked. “There are times when I want to strangle that guy.” Apparently the last guy she danced for is one of those people lacking in the social skills, who makes up for it by dropping bank. I can’t begrudge Paradise for wanting to make money, but there is a human side to this, and I could see she was getting weary.

“You wanna go relax for a little while?” I said, nodding back to the VIP booths. “I thought you’d never ask.” So, we go back, and I notice she’s shivering a little bit. “Cold?” She put her hands on my cheeks. “You tell me!” So we sit down and I rub my hands together like Mr. Miyagi from The Karate Kid and proceed to rub her hands. She throws her legs over mine and curls up beside me and we start talking about… everything. The origin of her stage name (She’s nuts about the Caribbean), how she was in the line of traffic behind a car that got smashed by a falling tree that was in the news up here in the wake of a windstorm we had last week, and all sorts of other things. I could tell she was tired, so I let her talk and relax for as long as she wanted. She peeked out towards the cashier counter where the manager usually perches to watch over the VIP section. “Crap. We should probably go back out. They don’t like it when we linger back here without dancing.”

I looked and saw the guy staring at us like a hawk, and figured what the hell. “I’d like a VIP dance, please.” I said with a grin. “You don’t have to do that, you know that, right?” “Yeah, I know. So… remind me again… what are the rules?” (I always say that. I guess I’m curious to see if each time I ask they become more and more lax.) “Silly…” was all she said as she started. At first, I was going to play all cool, and do that whole seductive eyecontact thing. We locked eyes and both started moving to the song (“Buy You a Drink” by T Pain. Perfect lap dance song). Suddenly, with no warning, I opened my eyes really wide and stuck my tongue out at her. We both collapsed in a giggle fit. Ah… good times. She reminded me how much she loved hanging out with me because I wasn’t like all the “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” types who get a dance and walk away without even so much as a “thanks” or “kiss my ass.”

Coffee break. Will continue in a moment.

-D4