Friday, May 25th 2012:

It was the start of a 3-day weekend, and I decided to rent a car and go sarging. First I thought of going to a strip-club and experience first hand how tough this task could be. I got to the club at around 10:30PM and the SPAM looked cool, I was determined to have fun and be talktative with the dancers and the people.

I sat down at a table by myself when this HB9 (shooter girl) asks me if I wanted to something to drink. I asked for a beer, and instantly knew she was going to be my target. I didn't make a move at all when she brought my beer back since I needed a plan of attack. After a a half hour of looking at the girls and having a good time by myself I spotted a black guy (I will call him Cal) who apparently was a regular and knew most of the girls that worked there, I pull up a chair and start talking to Cal.

Luckily for me he knew the HB9 I was after, so when she comes back I ask Cal to introduce me to her. He did, and this is how it went:

Cal: HB9, this is my friend Gamble.
HB9: Hi Gamble! It's nice meeting you! (She actually gave me her real name, found her on FB)
Gamble: Hey! Nice meeting you too.
Gamble: Do you believe in mind reading.
HB9: No, Blah blah
(Mind reading technique applied)
HB9: Wow, that was amazing! blah blah. I gotta go keep working
Gamble: Alright, see you soon! (cocky smile)

After this I kept talking to Cal and was trying to display confidence with my body language, making it seem that he was very interested in talking to me (since people from the club knew him, that would be a DHV). After 10 minutes or so HB9 comes back.

HB9: Do you guys need something else?
Gamble: We are good but I need to get your opinion on something.
HB9: Sure, what is it?
(I don't remember very well that I asked or what she said after but we kept talking)
Gamble: You are fucking adorable, if I weren't hitting on Cal I would be all over you by now
HB9: Get out of here (Big smile). I don't think you are gay! (I was trying to disqualify myself)
Gamble: Yeah, I am (Not sure if I should have said this). But anyways do you believe in magic spells?
HB9: I don't think they are real but I gotta keep working, I wish I could... (I interrupted)
Gamble: Listen, you are going to turn your working program off right now! Beep. (Touched her nose) and you are going to make a bit of time for me.
HB9: (Big smile) How could I say no.
Gamble: (Spell routine). Now I have you under my spell, try not to keep checking me out . Remember that I'm hitting on Cal (smile). (I think I made a mistake by mentioning I had no interest in her)

When HB9 gets back to the bar I notice her talking to other shooting girl pointing at my table and smiling, trying to have eye contact with me. I knew it was on. After 15 minutes or so HB9 comes back to my table and asks if we are okay. Whenever we talked I had some IOIs from her like strong eye contact, smiles, and she was checking me out from the bar. Couldn't get too into kino.

(We talked a bit more, I don't remember what it was but I'm 100% sure I told her I was trying to hit on Cal again. Pretty sure that was a mistake by now. Since she knew Cal I think she even texted him about this but I'm not entirely positive about this. The only reason I think this happened is because Cal got a text and started laughing and looking at HB9 at the bar. This was about the time HB9 lost interest, probably because Cal told her I was trying to game her?)

I notice in a matter of minutes she lost her interest on me and didn't even look at me anymore. Lucky for me Cal knew the DJ so we went to the booth and started talking to him (this was a great DHV). Sadly it wasn't enough to get HB9 back.

HB9 changed her section and other shooter girl and HB8 started on my section. Since HB8 was the girl that HB9 was talking to when she pointed and smiled at me, I knew she had to know something about me.

I introduce myself, and do pretty much the same routine (I don't know if this was smart since she was friends with HB9). I move to other table (Cal was gone by now), and HB8 comes to my table to keep talking to me.

(I ran the cube on her and kept telling her she should stop checking me out).

She was into it (but again, this time I didn't know what I did wrong and seem to happen very often, meaning that I don't know what I say but I know its something stupid) she told me she was married.

I didn't believe her but played along and replied with "I barely know you and you are already telling me about your problems (Cocky smile)" She laughed and we kept talking. It was a huge IOI that she stayed for more than 15 minutes just talking to me. She was interested by the cube routine but out of nowhere HB9 comes back and pulls her out. I was like WTF.

When HB8 comes back I tried to talk to her but she said:
HB8: I can't talk anymore. You already got me into trouble.
Gamble: Well maybe after you are done with your shift we can get something to eat.
HB8: Sorry. After I get done I gotta get home to my family.
Gamble: Sure. You can get back to your lovely imaginary family.

I got out of there and went home.

The positive things I got out of this experience were:
1. Good body language
2. Social proof with the DJ and Cal
3. For the first time be cocky & funny and feel it

The bad things:
1. Disqualify myself too many times
2. Use the same techniques on HB9's friend since I was sure they talked about me. (Not sure if this is bad)
3. No kino at all.

Let me know what you guys think. Any pointer would be amazing, I know gaming in a strip-club its different and tougher since girls are nice just to get tips.

-Gamble49

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Saturday, May 26th 2012:

I thought about writing this post yesterday but I had too much shit going on at work so here it is.

It was Saturday night and after not closing on Friday I was determined to go sarging again. I asked my brother and a couple of his friends to come with me, one of his friends was a pretty decent looking guy who used to be a linebacker in college so I knew he was going to be perceived as the AMOG.

For some reason they wanted to go to a strip-club (I never told them I was in one on Friday) so it was time to redeem myself. The club was packed with amazingly hot dancers (better than the club I went on Friday), and I decided to just sit back and enjoy the view.

I decided to pay a bit more attention to my brother's friend (the linebacker) to see if I could learn a thing of two. I realized he didn't do anything differently than I did except that he had more confidence on himself so I decided to step up and start gaming some dancers. After a few failed approaches I started feeling like a failure but then I remember everything I read on this forum, about how sometimes you can turn a bad night into a fucking great night.

I spot this HB9 dancing, and I could tell she was new to the scene so I decided to approach the table she's dancing at and look at her dance. She kept on dancing but I wasn't tipping so I called her with my finger and told her:

Gamble: I love your hair, you look like a fucking lion! (Big confident smile)
HB9: It's my mane, I feel hot with it!
Gamble: Listen, I whenever you are done here come find me! (I'm pretty sure she thought I was gonna buy her a private dance lol)

As soon as she was done she came to me:

HB9: Hey, whats up babe!
Gamble: You know, just chilling. You are new here aren't you?
HB9: Yeah, I am. Just started tonight! Do you know everyone in here? (I thought about saying something like "I'm friends with the manager" or something like that as a DHV but I didn't want her to think I was a fucking regular which I'm not)
Gamble: Nah! I just can tell. I remember when my ex started dancing as well, she was nervous as hell. I thought it was funny. (I was relating to her saying I used to date a stripper )
HB9: Wow, really! well at least you know how I'm feeling.
Gamble: Yeah, I know! So what's your plan?
HB9: Plan? You mean like why am I dancing?
Gamble: (Laughed) Gosh you are new! Don't worry my ex used to be the same I thought you came here to try to convince me to buy you a dance.
HB9: What makes you think I'm not?
Gamble: (Laughed) I knew it! This is the thing, since I used to date a dancer I know all of your tricks so what you are gonna do for me now is turn your exotic dancer program off. Beep! (Touched her nose and she laughed). Boom! Is off
HB9: Oh is definitely off now
Gamble: I never caught your name btw.
HB9: Sasha (Obviously her stage name). Yours?
Gamble: Oh I'm Gamble.
HB9: Gamble?
Gamble: Yup! If you have a stage name why not me? (laughed)
HB9: Giggles. Blah blah
Gamble: (Magic spell routine)
HB9: OMG. I loved that!
Gamble: I know you did! Here give me a hug! (After 1 sec) Alright you are all over me get out! I see that magic spell worked better than I thought! (laughed)
HB9: Giggles. Probably
Gamble: That normally happens when the girl is into me already!
HB9: blah blah

I got her talking to me for like an hour or so (she didn't even bother to look for clients) she started giving IOIs like touching me, hugging me, etc. I used the "every time you touch me is 5 bucks so you owe me like 3 lap dances already ". Then I run an enhanced version of the cube, asked for her real name saying:

Gamble: With the cube I already figured you out, I know everything about you and how you feel. I also know you are into me so why don't you give me your real name (Strong eye contact)
HB9: It's ___ but dont' tell anyone blah blah

We kept on talking and the energy was great but since my brother and friends blew all of their money they wanted to leave so I had to make a quick number close.

Gamble: HB9, my friends are bitching so I gotta go but I would love to give you the chance to take me to lunch tomorrow. I mean lets face it you are gonna make millions tonight so lets enjoy them.
HB9: Why am I suppose to pay for lunch? (Being playful)
Gamble: Because if you wanna keep me you will have to spoil me! Plus here I will pay you! (Grabbed her, gave her a hug and a kiss)
Gamble: Now you have more than enough! (Cocky Funny)
HB9: (Grabs me and hugs me and kisses me) Now we're even!
Gamble: WOW! I Guess we are! Anyways why don't you give me your number and we will plan something.
HB9: 503-xxx-xxxx
Gamble: Alright. Sounds good.

And that was it, I haven't called her since just because I have been too busy with work. One thing that I wanna ask is whenever you get a number from a dancer (since sometimes they give fake numbers) should you be like alright I'm gonna call you right now so you can have mine or should you just trust it?

Also is it worth it to give her a business card after she gives you her number as anchorage?

And finally what's better, bounce off the club with the dancer that same night or plan a day 2? Just because of buyers remorse.

That would be all. Thanks for reading guys; I would post about Sunday but I'm ashamed because I got out-gamed by a 30 something year old dancer :/
Don't get me wrong she was fucking hot like 9.5 and I thought I had her after gaming her for nearly 3 hours but in a matter of 30 minutes after she had me spending money on her. LAME!

On a positive note, on Sunday I had one of the dancers an HB7.5 buy me shots and give me free shit! Obviously I ditched her for the older dancer and I payed the fucking price!

Let me know what you think and if I'm in the right track. Any advice would be great!

-Gamble49

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