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Back in my in my early twenties, I dated THREE strippers. The impressive part is that I escaped VD-free! 🤘🤘🤘

Qualifiers:
1) I didn't know Strippers #1 and #3 were strippers until after we started dating (long, not-so-interesting stories, both of them).
2) Stripper #2 started stripping after we broke up. I still count her, though.

Today, I'm a settled, respectable member of the community, just like y'all.
 
DKIN said:
Back in my in my early twenties, I dated THREE strippers. The impressive part is that I escaped VD-free! 🤘🤘🤘

Qualifiers:
1) I didn't know Strippers #1 and #3 were strippers until after we started dating (long, not-so-interesting stories, both of them).
2) Stripper #2 started stripping after we broke up. I still count her, though.

Today, I'm a settled, respectable member of the community, just like y'all.
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Now they can call themselves influencers or just have Only Fans!🤣

I have known a few strippers who were super people just making bank while they could. “Shake it till I make it”.
 
DKIN said:
Back in my in my early twenties, I dated THREE strippers. The impressive part is that I escaped VD-free! 🤘🤘🤘

Qualifiers:
1) I didn't know Strippers #1 and #3 were strippers until after we started dating (long, not-so-interesting stories, both of them).
2) Stripper #2 started stripping after we broke up. I still count her, though.

Today, I'm a settled, respectable member of the community, just like y'all.
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I have so many stories I'm not going to post in this thread

..... sooooooo many...... hahahaha
 
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beeinak said:
Now they can call themselves influencers or just have Only Fans!🤣

I have known a few strippers who were super people just making bank while they could. “Shake it till I make it”.
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For a while, in my early twenties, I was the “escort“ that drove the talent around, collected the money, set up who had the next dance, etc. the stories I could tell about the things that I saw could fill a novel.
I did this on weekends to make extra cash on top of working 12 hour days at the machine shop running an O. D. grinder. I worked that job to save money for a wedding that I later called off on her 21st birthday.
Long story, it sounds bad but it was a great call.
The money later allowed me to vacation in California where I met Miss Mission Beach and partied with the in crowd for a bit.
 
DKIN said:
Back in my in my early twenties, I dated THREE strippers. The impressive part is that I escaped VD-free! 🤘🤘🤘

Qualifiers:
1) I didn't know Strippers #1 and #3 were strippers until after we started dating (long, not-so-interesting stories, both of them).
2) Stripper #2 started stripping after we broke up. I still count her, though.

Today, I'm a settled, respectable member of the community, just like y'all.
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I never worked with "strippers", per-se (;))... but when I was bouncing we had the Playboy Centerfold Strippers at our club one night. They basically traveled around putting on one night burlesque grade shows at bars. The group was made up of former centerfolds & one from the current year, which in our case was Anna Marie Goddard. I hit it off pretty well with her and their road manager and they asked me to work private security for them while they were in Ohio and western PA.. it was a fun few weeks.

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A friend of mine once cornered Bob Weir at The Fillmore and shoved her cell phone in his face as she dialed my number. I answered the call and the obvious imposter on Kylie's phone said "Hi this is Bob Weir." My response?
"GET THE (BLEEP) OUTTA HERE!! IS THIS JIM!?"

He said "No man this is Bob Weir."

I said more cuss words, continued to deny that he was Bob Weir, and demanded to know who he actually was.

He said a little desperately "I really am Bob Weir" but that he had to go... "Here's your friend back." Then Kylie took the phone and told me what she'd done. She was the kind of lady that could and would get away with that sort of thing.

So for years I've told my friends that Bob sometimes calls me when he plays The Fillmore.
 
tinfoil hat timmy said:
I'm not that interesting sorry
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I'm sure there's an NSA agent sitting in an office park in Des Moines who would beg to differ.

For my part: I once fended off a large black bear with a Buck 110 and a surplus Canadian Army shovel....*

...when was 15 and in the scouts, I went on a high adventure trip based out of Bissett, Manitoba. We took a float plane (I think it was called an "Otter") out into a labyrinth of lakes, rivers, beaver dams, and swamps carved from granite by glaciers thousands of years ago. We then hopped into canoes and explored around. Halfway through our second day on the water we set up camp on a point overlooking a long, sloping waterfall with a deep eddy at the bottom. I caught a big pike for our supper (at least I thought it was big) and, thinking my work was done for the day, walked to higher ground to answer nature's urgent call.

I set up shop over an old pine log on a rocky ledge, bringing only the old shovel (with a roll of TP affixed around the handle) and a 110 in a belt sheath. I had just finished my business and was enjoying the view when a large, shaggy black bear stepped out from behind a pine tree - maybe 10 yards away from me. He stopped and stared at me while I clutched my 110 and a stick I had been whittling. After sniffing the air in my direction for an eternity, he snorted and took a few steps forward, behind another pine tree. I hiked up my britches, grabbed the shovel, and started running back towards camp. The bear didn't exactly chase me, but he showed up in camp a few minutes after I arrived, thus proving to my comrades that I wasn't fibbing. I banged the heavy pommel of my 110 against the shovel while everyone else in my crew yelled and used pots, pans, and sticks to make noise to chase the bear away. We soon had to move our camp across a lake as the bear kept coming back to sniff around.

Since then, I've never taken a restroom break alfresco without a knife handy - which doesn't say much, as I've always got a knife handy.


*amongst other things.
 
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I never worked with "strippers", per-se (;))... but when I was bouncing we had the Playboy Centerfold Strippers at our club one night. They basically traveled around putting on one night burlesque grade shows at bars. The group was made up of former centerfolds & one from the current year, which in our case was Anna Marie Goddard. I hit it off pretty well with her and their road manager and they asked me to work private security for them while they were in Ohio and western PA.. it was a fun few weeks.

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Some jobs are worth fighting for!🤣
 
We need to change the thread title to "Post Something Interesting About Your Experience With Strippers" 🤣

Here's a couple of mine...

When I was recruited for an undercover assignment by my first agency, I was assigned to investigate topless joints and clubs run by the mob and outlaw motorcycle gangs...where I portrayed a corrupt federal agent and took bribes to help these outfits elude investigation and prosecution.
I wore a wire during these meets and I can tell you it took some fancy footwork to get out of offers to receive gratuities on the house from the girls employed at these operations.

On one occasion I went into the men's room and spoke into the transmitter telling the agents outside on the perimeter that I got an offer too good to refuse and I was gonna flush the gear down the toilet. (I'm sure that caused a heart attack or two until they realized I was putting them on.)

Overall, to be honest, I found those venues pretty depressing as I got familiar with the individuals involved, as well as the "talent" over a period of several months, in a handful of locations.

One of the strippers, who had a day job at the phone company, was able to provide information to the subjects of investigation regarding my residence, leading to one of the bribes being left under my apartment door as a way of their telling me they knew where I lived. That was fun.




Some years later I had a stripper as an informant down in Miami...up until she felt comfortable enough to light up a joint in my gov't vehicle at which point I dumped her sorry ass on the side of the road and told her that her assistance on our investigation was no longer required.


We made some great cases, and, (pardon the pun), busts, at strip clubs in South Florida in connection with importing container loads of narcotics.

The good old days.
 
DKIN said:
I mean, dagum. You're really pushing the limits of the emoji response system here.
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Nah. It is what it is...nothing more, nothing less.

I feel fortunate to have been able to live and participate in "interesting times"...some of which at this point I'd not necessarily choose to do over. LOL.

I'll tell a funny story as a follow-up and finisher. It's sort of tangentially related to "strippers".


When I was a brand new agent in NYC, the very first bust I worked on, (not my own case), was to take down a Chinese gang run brothel in lower Manhattan. I was young, full of piss and vinegar, and raring to go.

The group which the case belonged to was run by a former NYPD detective who was now a supervisor at my outfit.
He had me ride with him on the operation.

The brothel apparently had doors that could not be easily breached, so I was sent up a fire escape to the rooftop of an adjoining building, jumped the small gap separating it from the rooftop of the target building, and then climbed down a fire escape and into a window of an apartment. (The supervisor and another agent followed behind.)

After getting into the apartment, there was a Chinese woman cooking at the stove who wanted nothing to do with whatever we were up to, and never turned to look at us or stop what she was doing. I'll never forget the effect that had on me. I wondered what her life must've been like to react like that.

We exited her apartment and then when we tried to get in another location in the building, the supe had me kick in the door, (because he "thought he heard someone calling for assistance"), and I can tell you, it wasn't easy and not like on TV.

Anyway, long story short, we eventually rounded up a bunch of gang members, prostitutes and targets of the case. As we're leaving, the "madam" slapped me on the ass and said "You come back". I couldn't believe it. (But was secretly pleased...)

The next day, I was talking with another new agent who was brought on at the same time as me and we heard a couple of the "old timers", (in their forties or so), talking about how much they'd get in their pensions upon retirement. I turned to the other new agent, and said, "Retirement?...I'd do this fucking job for free!"

Not too many years later, I was that old fucking agent, (of 50), calculating and looking forward to what I'd get when I put in my papers. LOL.

I'll tell you this...that first operation ruined me. I thought that every day was going to be like that...exciting like a TV show. And sadly, it just isn't the way it actually is in the real world. And more's the pity.

Okay. Thanks for listening and sorry for talking too much.
 
I enjoy spending as much time as possible on my Harley and I spend an unbelievable amount of time on the sideline of a soccer field with 4 kids in competitive soccer. I’m sure I’ll miss it when it’s over but I’m looking forward to spending more time road-tripping as we empty the nest. Oh, and I really like knives.
 
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