An interesting phenomena about strip clubs that always suckered me. I'd walk in and sit down. At some table there are always 2 or 3 guys and all the strippers are hanging off of them all during my visit like there's no-one else in the club. I do not know what these guys are, club employees, managers (pimps), or boyfriends. I've never seen money exchanged or lap dances; just drinks and good times.
If I was a conspiracy theorist, I would say this table exists as a marketing gimmick of the club. My theory is that I can have that kind of relationship with the strippers where we're all drinking and having a good time and they're treating me like I was the greatest thing in the world.
Then after two hours of sitting alone and drinking over-priced premium well drinks, I get up and leave not having come anywhere close to that experience. Whispers told me once how to do it, and I've been successful once or twice using his methods to fuck a stripper, but overall, I just cannot make myself do it, and the thought of spending a couple hundred in a strip club for just a few minutes of pleasure is just not worth it. IMHO
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