Match
10-05-2007, 09:35 PM
Alright guys, I've successfully picked up two exotic dancers before and went after it again the other day. I wasn't expecting much as it was a Monday night which is typically slow at most strip clubs. I went to one of the better clubs in LA (IMO) and it was pretty dead. Maybe 15 guys and 6-7 dancers. Mondays are amatuer night too so the quality usually isn't great. Out of the 6-7 dancers only 1 was an HB9. The rest were HB7's. Anyways, here's how the pick up went:
HB9 (smokin hot mexican dancer): Hey you want a dance? It's 2 for 1.
Me: (with smile before talking, then no smile when I start) I can't let you dance for me.
HB9: Why??
Me: Because I'd feel like a customer.
HB9: But that's WHAT YOU ARE. You're here aren't you? (not in a nice way)
Me: (no reaction to her comment) There isn't much to choose from tonight anyways. *NEG* (roll off with body language right after)
HB9: Wow, you're a tough one. (she sits in the chair next to me and leans in) You've been sitting in the middle all night and haven't gone to the stage once. Don't you want to see us up close? I can make you feel really good in the VIP.
Me: I think I'm immune to the VIP treatment. I used to get it everyday at home. My ex, who's an exotic dancer, got me very used to the VIP lifestyle with the things she'd do in private. Some dancers really know what they're doing (insinuating she's not one of them).
HB9: (Puts her hand on my quad and smiles)
Me: I smile back and say "What is that you want to do?"
HB9: What do you mean?
Me: Well everyone wants something... unless... you've already found it. Look around this room. Everyone here has their own needs and wants. Sometimes I sit back and think - will we ever find our dreams? So what is that you want?
HB9: Just to be happy, find someone who can take care of me and make me happy, (blah blah blah, she yaps about the same thing all strippers want for about 2 minutes).
Me: *IOI* I LOVE that. A lot people are SO judgemental about things. You seem really open, fun and down to earth. Let me see your hand. (Go into palm reading routine for 2 minutes. She loves it.) Okay I've gotta go in a second. I'm meeting my friends at ________ (named a bar in the area).
HB9: When can I see you again?
Me: Well... tonight if you head out with me. (put my arm out for her to take)
HB9: She takes it and gives me a kiss me on the cheek and says, "Aw, I really want to but my boss will kill me."
Me: Boss?? You work for yourself don't you?
HB9: Well yes, but they like to tell us what we can and can't do.
Me: And here I thought you were going to exercise your right to freedom. Isn't THAT the whole point of being your own boss and working for yourself? Alright I guess you'll just have to wait to see if I decide to come back here again.
HB9: No wait! I'll come with you.
She goes back in, changes and rolls to the bar w/ me to meet a friend. We only stay for 15 minutes and then head back to my place. We stopped to get food on the way home, ate, BS'd some more and ended the night with a full monty. My first full monty with a dancer actually. It was a good night.
Do you guys have any dancer stories? I don't know why but I love trying to pick them up.
HB9 (smokin hot mexican dancer): Hey you want a dance? It's 2 for 1.
Me: (with smile before talking, then no smile when I start) I can't let you dance for me.
HB9: Why??
Me: Because I'd feel like a customer.
HB9: But that's WHAT YOU ARE. You're here aren't you? (not in a nice way)
Me: (no reaction to her comment) There isn't much to choose from tonight anyways. *NEG* (roll off with body language right after)
HB9: Wow, you're a tough one. (she sits in the chair next to me and leans in) You've been sitting in the middle all night and haven't gone to the stage once. Don't you want to see us up close? I can make you feel really good in the VIP.
Me: I think I'm immune to the VIP treatment. I used to get it everyday at home. My ex, who's an exotic dancer, got me very used to the VIP lifestyle with the things she'd do in private. Some dancers really know what they're doing (insinuating she's not one of them).
HB9: (Puts her hand on my quad and smiles)
Me: I smile back and say "What is that you want to do?"
HB9: What do you mean?
Me: Well everyone wants something... unless... you've already found it. Look around this room. Everyone here has their own needs and wants. Sometimes I sit back and think - will we ever find our dreams? So what is that you want?
HB9: Just to be happy, find someone who can take care of me and make me happy, (blah blah blah, she yaps about the same thing all strippers want for about 2 minutes).
Me: *IOI* I LOVE that. A lot people are SO judgemental about things. You seem really open, fun and down to earth. Let me see your hand. (Go into palm reading routine for 2 minutes. She loves it.) Okay I've gotta go in a second. I'm meeting my friends at ________ (named a bar in the area).
HB9: When can I see you again?
Me: Well... tonight if you head out with me. (put my arm out for her to take)
HB9: She takes it and gives me a kiss me on the cheek and says, "Aw, I really want to but my boss will kill me."
Me: Boss?? You work for yourself don't you?
HB9: Well yes, but they like to tell us what we can and can't do.
Me: And here I thought you were going to exercise your right to freedom. Isn't THAT the whole point of being your own boss and working for yourself? Alright I guess you'll just have to wait to see if I decide to come back here again.
HB9: No wait! I'll come with you.
She goes back in, changes and rolls to the bar w/ me to meet a friend. We only stay for 15 minutes and then head back to my place. We stopped to get food on the way home, ate, BS'd some more and ended the night with a full monty. My first full monty with a dancer actually. It was a good night.
Do you guys have any dancer stories? I don't know why but I love trying to pick them up.