From: edwallols@aol.comnospam (EdwAllOls)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.strip-clubs

Subject: ASSC: The Evolution of a Pathetic Loser, Part One

Date: 07 Jan 2000

1. Los Angeles - January 1990

The first club I ever went to was in Hollywood-somewhere on Sunset Boulevard, I

think. I'm not precisely sure, considering it was ten years ago and I was in a

strange city. I don't even remember what it was called. I was 20 years old at

the time and had always been interested in going to such a club, but due to my

rural location and general inability to transport myself the hundreds of miles

to the closest club, it had only been a dream.

I had been to New York on another occasion when I was 19, but didn't have the

courage to go to a club there. So when my sister invited me to visit her in Los

Angeles, I was determined to make the best of it. Unfortunately, my parents

also decided to visit her at the same time, so I had to find a way around their

presence to get away to a club.

This was, of course, before the days of RAME and TUSCL, so I had no source of

information as to where to find a club, or which club was best, etc. I kept my

eyes open as we drove around. I spotted several possible locations around

Sunset Boulevard and made mental note of the cross street, figuring I would

take a cab back there.

Later, after everyone had finished their sight-seeing and had gone to bed, I

headed out. It was a little after 11pm. I hailed a cab and headed back to the

area where I had seen the clubs. The area appeared to be mostly deserted, which

surprised me. I had expected there to be a lot of night life, but, perhaps,

this was the wrong place for that. There were clubs there, and one advertised

the prerequisite "live nude" girls. I went in.

The club was almost empty. It was a theatre-style place, with rows of seats and

a single stage. Later, I was reminded of it when I went to Market Street Cinema

in San Francisco. They had similar layouts.

After entering (I don't recall if there was an admission), I took a seat near

the back of the audience and waited with the other one or two patrons for

whatever show was expected. I seem to recall being told that there was one more

dancer to perform and she was going on soon. The one other patron I

specifically remember being there had a plastic hair-cover over his afro.

I was pretty nervous. I was pretty green, and was definitely out of my element.

I was very excited, though. This had been my dream for quite a while, and it

was moments away from fulfillment. So, a few minutes later, the dance appears,

in what seems to be an old t-shirt and bathing suit bottoms. She wasn't

terribly attractive; she was perhaps a 5 on a scale from 1 to 10. She was a

little chubby, with highlighted brown hair and small breasts.

The funniest thing was that-even though the show was advertised as being nude,

I somehow didn't believe she was going to take off all of her clothes. And when

she did, I was shocked almost to disbelief. Of course, the largest part of the

disbelief was being in front of a naked girl who was permitting me to look at

her naked. I was a very shy boy, and was a virgin at the time. I didn't know

about tipping, so I just sat there about 15 feet from the stage the whole time.

I think the other guy near me moved over to tip her briefly once or twice

during the few songs she was onstage.

After the show, I left and went back to the hotel. I was kind of disappointed.

The experience hadn't quite been what I had expected. Hell, it was nothing like

I had expected. And it would be quite a while before I realized how good a time

could be had a strip club. But, at least, I had gotten over the first hurdle.

Next, Part Two -- San Francisco