So here's one that I feel is worthy of sharing, only because it's quite the story...

So, this weekend started early for me. Yesterday (Friday) I had a client come in from out of state. We finished up our business early in the day and commenced to drinking and having a good time. I also am house sitting for my ex's mother this weekend. So, I put him up in one of her spare bedrooms for the night to allow him to avoid a hotel.

We ended up at a strip club here in town that I use to frequent fairly often a few years back. We get in, sit down and within 15 minutes I have one of my ex's sitting on my lap. This is a girl that I actually met there right after my divorce and ended up shacked-up with for a few months. Just to save you the details. She comes over and apologizes for being a world class cunt and kicking me out... ext. Then goes into how fantastic I am in bed. Tells me and my client how she's married now, but her husband is in the military overseas and she hasn't gotten laid in over a year. She gets me to add her back to FB and says she want's us to get together sometime soon to catch up. Then invites me out to a bar with her when she gets off work.

So she leaves my lap and I see another girl, Tess, who I use to fool around with but never actually hooked up with. As she's walking by, I reach out and pinch her side. "I know you saw me" I say with a little smirk on my face. She stops, looks at me, bends over and with the most dead-evil face says "Oh, this nickel saw you". Well, about a year and a half ago. I guess I called her a nickle trying to get a dime. And as our conversations later in the night reviled. She's never had anyone say anything that hurt her that bad. I guess I get to hold that card. With that said, you can see the frame here. Girl tried to get with me, I shut her down really hard (Because I was in a relationship at the time) and I'm the guy who said the most hurtful thing anyone has ever said to her. She actually knew my entire full name still and used it with the words douche bag at the beginning in the club.

So I convinced her to sit for a minute. We talked, I joked, and I ran my normal game on her. About an hour goes be and the bar tender comes by. Sadly, she gets in trouble for sitting with me because I didn't buy her a lady drink and I'm not spending any money... so she leaves. But in the time I spent with her, I was able to get anger subdued. She goes and does her stage dance. To my surprise, she ends up back in my lap again. She keeps telling me about how her and her ex just split up. How my ex goes on and on about my bedroom performance and she "knows all about it". Then she starts telling me how everyone thinks she has the nicest pussy... on and on and on, taking the conversation sexual. She ends up inviting herself and one of the other dancers with us to the bar we were going to with my ex.

We leave the strip club as it's closing. Her, and her friend leave with us. We get the the club. Get drinks, find a table and continue the flirtation. My client takes the friend under his wing. My ex ends up there and I eject for a little bit to dance with her. I return to our table where Tess is and she comments on my abilities to dance. I quickly grab her and drag her our on the dance floor. As where walking away from the table, she grabs her friend. My client doesn't dance so he stays back and watches the drinks. I end up in a stripper sandwich between Tess, my ex the friend and one other stripper who tagged along with my ex. This little charade happens a few more times throughout the two hours we stayed at the bar.

Around 4am we decide to leave the bar. We're all hungry and end up grabbing breakfast. It's two and two. Me and Tess, and my client and the friend. I left the ex behind. We finish eating, pile back into the car and I head back to the house. We're on our way back when the friend says... "Where are we going?" I said "Home". She snaps back "Ummm.... my car!" I told her "We'll grab it in the morning". There's a moment of silence. And then she exhales in a sigh "Oh god!". Tessa says nothing. I knew we were in. We come back here. The friend and my client head off to there end of the house. Myself and Tess head to the master for a shower, followed by an F-close... in my ex's mom's bed... and I got my client laid as well.

Within the course of a few hours I made it from, most hated douche bag ever, to an f-close. I can't recall ever making such a quick transition.

Nice turn of events! lol Seems like you had good attraction from all the strippers. Is that because of the social proof your ex gave to you since im sure she's talked about you to her stripper friends or did you game them all individually to get their attraction? Stripper game is something I've always wanted to learn.

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Man, to tell you the truth. I am more of a natural than a PUA. I don't do routines or use lines or anything. My key to success with strippers is I have fun interesting conversations, I don't shower them with money and I don't grope them. I do tip, but not in the normal fashion. What I'll do, is engage my friends while they dance. But make a few seductive stares their way and make strong eye contact here and there. Then as they walk buy I'll stop them and slip a bill in very gently, not in a sleazy way. I happen to be pretty decent looking. So in a bar full of old fat guys, I'm an appetizing person for girls to try and chat up. Once they sit down and try to play there game. I pretty quickly just call them out on their shit. Explaining that I'm a very analytically person and can see right though the crap. Otherwise I'm just treating them like you would any guy friend in a conversation. Add in a bit of flirtation of course, but don't act too interested. Make it out that you and your friend came there to drink and conversation with one another, and that the boobs and cute girls are just a bonus. They are not the main attraction or why you are there. Once this has been established, comfort is built you can start working on growing attraction. Remember, strippers are groped all day long and it subconsciously makes them associate you with the creeps when you do it. Kino like you would a sweet church girl.

Also, I try not to buy dances at strip clubs. What I do instead is try to get them to come out dancing with me after their shift. Instant date. When they try and tell you how great their dance is. Just explain that for the money, you can go to any night club and get a cute girl to grind on your dick for free. They'll try and tell you that their lap dance is better... blah... blah... blah. Stick to this story and tell them they should come out to the club with you and prove just how great it is on the dance floor. If you do get a dance, give her a very small tip. Like $3... then act like it was "okay" don't be mean. Just act a little indifferent, unaffected or that under-impressed... "how was that, baby?" reply something like "Meh, it was pretty good, here's a tip (hand her a few ones)". She'll probably come back with something similar to "PRETTY good?" ... reply "Yeah, it was alright"... as you walk away. Let her cash out on her dance and go find a seat. She'll come back. Just focus on getting her to prove outside the club that she can do better. Talk to your friend about what y'all will do after you leave the strip club. Make sure and have this conversation with your target there on your lap. Another good on is to ask the stripper if she has a recommendation for a place to go. If she does. Pretend you've never been and suggest she be your chaperon. The real key to getting a stripper to go home with you is not be the average creep, strike down her game, and indirectly make plans to go out after her shift. I do IHOP or breakfast in place of night clubs too. You need to judge the energy of your target too. Sometimes after a night of work. They're tired and "just want some damn pancakes".

I hope all that made sense. If not, I'll try and clear up anything else you want to know.