nycoder
12-02-2010, 08:44 PM
I was in New Orleans recently on business, staying in a hotel just off
Bourbon Street. I'm a big strip club fan, so of course I had to check
out the scene. I'd read that it wasn't all that great - geared mostly
towards tourists and not all that much fun. I went out three nights
to three different places and had a completely different experience
each time.
Night one - headed to Rick's Cabaret. I go to Rick's in NY frequently
and from what I read the New Orleans place was a good bet. Wow, how
wrong I was. I walk in around midnight on a Monday and the place is
huge and nearly empty - maybe 10 guys and 5 or 6 girls milling around.
Despite the low number of customers I was practically ignored. The
girls were cute, but seemingly uninterested in taking my money. I
tipped pretty generously at the stage (something I don't get much
occasion to do in NY), but as soon as the girls got off stage they'd
either disappear into the dressing room or find some other guy's lap
to sit in. I didn't see anyone getting dances or going upstairs (if
such a thing even exists here, nobody so much as told me the menu).
I walked into Rick's with $500 in my pocket expecting to spend it all
and left with $460. If it'd be been my first time at a strip club I
bet I wouldn't ever have done it again, it was that depressing.
Night two - headed to Scores. This was the highest rated club on
Bourbon Street on a site I checked, so I figured *someone* must be
having a good time there. No cover, in fact nobody on the door at
all, which was odd. The place itself was seriously dirty - looked
like it hadn't been cleaned in years. The girls covered a broad range
from very cute to very not. Lots of customers and lots of girls on a
Tuesday around midnight. I settle in at the stage and tip a dollar or
two for each dancer. Wow, the girls here work hard for their tips -
tits in the face, legs around the head, etc. One girl put her mouth
on my cock through my pants and started blowing/humming. For a
dollar. Amazing.
I was at Scores for around 30 minutes when a total knockout takes the
stage - very pretty face, perfect body (for me anyway, tastes differ
of course). After she gets off the stage I call her over and ask
about a dance. She takes me over to the counter to pay first (!) and
I go for one dance for $40 - also available is 3/$100 or 30 min for
$300. The dance area is a room with 5 or 6 dirty chairs and couches.
There's no bouncer there and it's pretty isolated.
As soon as the first dance is underway I know I'm going to be buying a
lot more - high contact isn't quite the word, I don't know what was
off-limits because I never hit any. I pretty much fell in love -
ended up spending at least $400 on dances that night. I don't think
my companion was up for it but other guys were definitely getting more
than a dance in the room - saw one guy get a BJ from two girls right
in the common room with us, and I'm pretty sure at least one other got
a HJ. Apparently the VIP rooms have full doors, seems quite likely
there's FS going on here on a regular basis.
Night 3 - figured I'd head back to Scores, see if my favorite was
working again. She was there but involved in some kind of drama with
a group of guys. I got her attention a few times but didn't succeed
in extracting her from whatever obviously bad shit she'd fallen into.
Oh well. I got a couple dances with a couple girls and then decided
to leave. It was too depressing to sit around and wait for something
that obviously wasn't going to happen. So I headed out and picked
another place at random: Hustler's Barely Legal club.
So, the name is really pretty creepy, but maybe that's why I thought
I'd check it out - like slowing down to look at an accident. I paid
the $10 cover and walked in to find a mostly empty club. It's a big,
well decorated place with surprisingly bright lighting. The girls
here were uniformly very good looking - mostly tall and thin, which
isn't exactly my thing but doesn't bother me. I went for a dance with
a beautiful black girl and she brings me back to a set of semi-private
booths. Dances are $30 - interesting that it's cheaper than Scores,
which has a much lower-end vibe. The oddest part is that each booth
has a little machine that takes your money and starts a timer. The
dancers key in their code and I guess they must get paid later.
Bizarre. The dance was good, lots of contact, so when she asked if I
wanted to see the VIP I figured why not.
So we're headed over to the elevator and she tells me I'm going to get
a free tour when I get upstairs. What this amounts to is a manager
taking you and the girl around to each room, one more bizarre than the
last, quoting exorbitant prices and making you feel like a cheapskate
when you say no. Example: I could have been in a room with a giant
bean-bag chair and Monopoly boards on the wall for over $1600, or in
front of a fake fireplace for $1300. What. The. Fuck. I felt like
I was buying a car, and I really don't like car shopping. Finally we
get to the cheapest room - $250 for 30 minutes, in a room with a door
that has some glass in it so it's not completely private. That works
for me - again interesting that it's actually cheaper than Scores.
The VIP experience itself was great with just one huge exception - the
girl bit my dick! I kid you not - she actually bit the head of my
penis through my pants. Maybe some guys are masochists or have dicks
of iron or something, but it fucking hurt. I told her as much and she
refrained from doing it again... But Christ, my dick is not that
forgiving. It kind of put a damper on things. On the other hand, a
friend of hers offered to join us halfway through for $60 and I took
her up on it. They really got into it and it was very fun. If only
my dick wasn't still so annoyed after getting chomped I might have
enjoyed it even more.
So that was New Orleans - a bizarre roller coaster of strip club
experiences. High, low and crazy. Add to that the constant fear of
getting mugged or killed and New York is going to seem pretty tame now
that I'm home!
Bourbon Street. I'm a big strip club fan, so of course I had to check
out the scene. I'd read that it wasn't all that great - geared mostly
towards tourists and not all that much fun. I went out three nights
to three different places and had a completely different experience
each time.
Night one - headed to Rick's Cabaret. I go to Rick's in NY frequently
and from what I read the New Orleans place was a good bet. Wow, how
wrong I was. I walk in around midnight on a Monday and the place is
huge and nearly empty - maybe 10 guys and 5 or 6 girls milling around.
Despite the low number of customers I was practically ignored. The
girls were cute, but seemingly uninterested in taking my money. I
tipped pretty generously at the stage (something I don't get much
occasion to do in NY), but as soon as the girls got off stage they'd
either disappear into the dressing room or find some other guy's lap
to sit in. I didn't see anyone getting dances or going upstairs (if
such a thing even exists here, nobody so much as told me the menu).
I walked into Rick's with $500 in my pocket expecting to spend it all
and left with $460. If it'd be been my first time at a strip club I
bet I wouldn't ever have done it again, it was that depressing.
Night two - headed to Scores. This was the highest rated club on
Bourbon Street on a site I checked, so I figured *someone* must be
having a good time there. No cover, in fact nobody on the door at
all, which was odd. The place itself was seriously dirty - looked
like it hadn't been cleaned in years. The girls covered a broad range
from very cute to very not. Lots of customers and lots of girls on a
Tuesday around midnight. I settle in at the stage and tip a dollar or
two for each dancer. Wow, the girls here work hard for their tips -
tits in the face, legs around the head, etc. One girl put her mouth
on my cock through my pants and started blowing/humming. For a
dollar. Amazing.
I was at Scores for around 30 minutes when a total knockout takes the
stage - very pretty face, perfect body (for me anyway, tastes differ
of course). After she gets off the stage I call her over and ask
about a dance. She takes me over to the counter to pay first (!) and
I go for one dance for $40 - also available is 3/$100 or 30 min for
$300. The dance area is a room with 5 or 6 dirty chairs and couches.
There's no bouncer there and it's pretty isolated.
As soon as the first dance is underway I know I'm going to be buying a
lot more - high contact isn't quite the word, I don't know what was
off-limits because I never hit any. I pretty much fell in love -
ended up spending at least $400 on dances that night. I don't think
my companion was up for it but other guys were definitely getting more
than a dance in the room - saw one guy get a BJ from two girls right
in the common room with us, and I'm pretty sure at least one other got
a HJ. Apparently the VIP rooms have full doors, seems quite likely
there's FS going on here on a regular basis.
Night 3 - figured I'd head back to Scores, see if my favorite was
working again. She was there but involved in some kind of drama with
a group of guys. I got her attention a few times but didn't succeed
in extracting her from whatever obviously bad shit she'd fallen into.
Oh well. I got a couple dances with a couple girls and then decided
to leave. It was too depressing to sit around and wait for something
that obviously wasn't going to happen. So I headed out and picked
another place at random: Hustler's Barely Legal club.
So, the name is really pretty creepy, but maybe that's why I thought
I'd check it out - like slowing down to look at an accident. I paid
the $10 cover and walked in to find a mostly empty club. It's a big,
well decorated place with surprisingly bright lighting. The girls
here were uniformly very good looking - mostly tall and thin, which
isn't exactly my thing but doesn't bother me. I went for a dance with
a beautiful black girl and she brings me back to a set of semi-private
booths. Dances are $30 - interesting that it's cheaper than Scores,
which has a much lower-end vibe. The oddest part is that each booth
has a little machine that takes your money and starts a timer. The
dancers key in their code and I guess they must get paid later.
Bizarre. The dance was good, lots of contact, so when she asked if I
wanted to see the VIP I figured why not.
So we're headed over to the elevator and she tells me I'm going to get
a free tour when I get upstairs. What this amounts to is a manager
taking you and the girl around to each room, one more bizarre than the
last, quoting exorbitant prices and making you feel like a cheapskate
when you say no. Example: I could have been in a room with a giant
bean-bag chair and Monopoly boards on the wall for over $1600, or in
front of a fake fireplace for $1300. What. The. Fuck. I felt like
I was buying a car, and I really don't like car shopping. Finally we
get to the cheapest room - $250 for 30 minutes, in a room with a door
that has some glass in it so it's not completely private. That works
for me - again interesting that it's actually cheaper than Scores.
The VIP experience itself was great with just one huge exception - the
girl bit my dick! I kid you not - she actually bit the head of my
penis through my pants. Maybe some guys are masochists or have dicks
of iron or something, but it fucking hurt. I told her as much and she
refrained from doing it again... But Christ, my dick is not that
forgiving. It kind of put a damper on things. On the other hand, a
friend of hers offered to join us halfway through for $60 and I took
her up on it. They really got into it and it was very fun. If only
my dick wasn't still so annoyed after getting chomped I might have
enjoyed it even more.
So that was New Orleans - a bizarre roller coaster of strip club
experiences. High, low and crazy. Add to that the constant fear of
getting mugged or killed and New York is going to seem pretty tame now
that I'm home!