I've seen some
odd things in strip clubs, but over the years, I've been lucky
enough (?) to miss out on the really bizarre stuff that a true
vet like ZBone sees.
Here are a few weird things I've experienced. Maybe some of
you can contribute. I've been told some really weird stories
by dancers, but they are all too gross to repeat here.
- There used to be a club called "Hello Doll" on
Magnolia Blvd. east of Lankershim in NoHo. Once when I was
there, I saw a dancer topple off the stage and crash to the
floor. Not one guy moved to help her at all, except me. I
helped her up and she just stood there in a daze. I don't know
whether it was drugs or shock. No one said a word. After a
minute, she ran into the dressing room, crying. A moment
later, she came out dressed, and as she left the club
whispered "Thank you" to me.
- There used to be a club called "Shangri La." I
think it was on Arrow Highway in Azusa or West Covina. I once
saw a dancer put matches in her  , light them, then use her
muscles to shoot them about 4 feet across the stage.
- At Ron's Barbary Coast about 10 years ago, the laps were in
the open. Completely. I saw a guy getting a lap from a dancer
who had both hands on her  in a full, public
"Janet Jackson." I saw the same thing in Tampa at
Mons Venus, but it was common there.
- I've seen guys sleeping in clubs several times.
- I've seen several girls who were dancing with their tampon
string hanging out. When it's a nude club, it's somewhat
understandable, but in a topless bar, it's just a sign of
carelessness. 
- At a club I once visited in San Francisco, there were three
dancers on shift. One was slim and pretty. The other two were
at least 200 pounds, possibly much more. The pretty one was
getting no attention. I got a lap from her, and she gave me
attitude! No wonder the other two were getting attention; the
other guys in the club were probably regulars.
- There was a club off the 5 freeway north of Disneyland. I
went once, and they had one dancer. She was also the barmaid.
She would serve you your beer, then stand on a stage behind
the bar and dance until the next guy came in. I asked her if
it was a slow night, and she said, "Yeah, there are
usually two or three of us dancing on a shift." Now
THAT's a slow club!
- At one club that shall remain nameless, each of the three
dancers I got laps from gave me her phone number, without me
asking for it, after just one or two laps. It's never happened
at any other club. I went back to the club, and got a couple
of laps from a dancer (only one floated my boat that night)
and sure enough, she gave me her number. I never called any of
them, so I have to wonder, "What's that all about?"
- Once, at the Market Street Cinema in San Francisco, they had
a live band performing on stage, with about five dancers
dancing at once. The dancers molested the band members, trying
to make them screw up, but they played perfectly. One of the
dancers went backstage and returned with a huge, black dildo.
She went through the audience sticking it in guys' faces and
telling them if they would suck it, she would play with
herself. No one accepted her offer, and as she approached my
buddy and I, he panicked and said, "Let's get the hell
out of here!"
Okay, maybe those aren't too weird... What can I say? I live
in conventional surroundings.
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