Day 216: Never Have I Ever... Been The Only Woman at a Gentleman's Club With Her Clothes On

I spent my 21st birthday at a male strip club in Canada. Where the drinking age is 19. Go figure.

I wrote a news story about the proliferation of nudity in places where nudity isn't legal - like in clubs and bars during wet T-shirt contests that turned into no T-shirts or pants contests. 


I've both watched porn for my own enjoyment and while at work while I was working on a potential story about a Toledo police officer doing porn in his city uniform. I've seen movies with scenes in strip clubs.

And I've eaten strip steak at the restaurant in the most expensive strip club in New York City.


But never have I ever actually sat and watched a female stripper do her thing, then go up to the stage to tip her and have her reward me by burying my face in her chest.


I recently went to one of the several strip clubs in Toledo on a random Tuesday and was expecting to see less-than-stellar talent. It was a weekday and we were in Toledo, after all.


I, however, was pleasantly surprised right after walking through the door and seeing a tall, thin, attractive blond with small, but natural breasts onstage. The next girl was black and curvy in the right places.
 
"Where do they get these girls?" I asked the friend who dragged me to the "gentleman's club" in which I willingly obliged because I had never been to it before.
 
Most of the other girls were tall and thin with nice moves onstage, but absolutely no breasts. I was shocked at the fact that there was absolutely nothing ("bee stings" my friend said when I mentioned them). If I had just been looking at their chests and nothing more, I would have thought they were men.


While I was watching them do their thing, all I wanted to do was pay one of them enough for her to tell me the truth - do they actually enjoy any part of their job? Which part? What do they actually want to be doing (the real answer; not the one they give the clients)? Do their friends and family know what they do? How high/drunk are they when they're dancing?


I had thought that my friend would get extra attention for being there with a woman. He wasn't, after all, one of those creepy guys who go to a strip club alone.

The opposite happened, however, which surprised me. He got zero attention and the guys who were there alone or with a buddy got all the attention, which led me to conclude that a woman may be the best wingman, but not to pick up strippers. 


I was also surprised how much the men could touch the women. They weren't coping a feel or anything, but they were running their hands up and down their legs and backs when they were dancing, which I had thought was strictly forbidden. But this was also not exactly the classiest place, so you live and learn.


So after we had watched all the strippers, we picked our favorite (which happened to be the blond we saw right when we walked in) to tip. I saw the way the women were picking up the tips from the other tippers (including with their crotch as they did this crazy headstand flip to trap the bill between their legs), so I was a little nervous and was hoping just to give the girl some cash.


So when I slid the dollar bill toward her, I kind of pulled away. She, however, gave me a wide grin and leaned in toward me like she was going to give me a hug. Instead she mashed my face against her breast and I left still smelling her perfume on my shirt.

Never have I ever gone to a strip club to watch the show, and next time I'll see if I can have that conversation with one of the girls to assuage my curiosity.