Pittsburgh outings

[DruulEmpire]

I'm starting this sort of as a tribute to fellow Pittsburgher berkovw, who I last wrote with in the Lovette thread here as of August 1st.  There may not be much to write about till next summer; still, if anything DOES happen, I may as well be sure to leave a record for any interested parties.  Shimmerin is also of the area, though he seems more a Club Exotica man and perhaps a bit jaded.  Will the three ever take on a club at once?  Don't know.

It's tough to have a BAD club day -- I've never had one yet -- but this was kind of an inauspicious one to start this thread with.  That may seem a surprise, as the club finally went TOTALLY NUDE, and it does matter.  I've always been okay with thongs and the equivalent of Band-Aids on nipples, but there really is something to be said for one fine grand unbroken horizon of skin, it's a beautiful thing.

It occurs to me that, in a strange way, this thread may also be in honor of Vixen, because I think of her as the BEA house girl and I've grown to appreciate some house girls myself.  There was a lovely newcomer, I'll call her "Cathedral," who I hope to see more of.

Another strange new development is that they started doubling up dancers.  So veteran "Kirstie" -- I call her that because she reminds me a little of Kirstie Alley from her Eighties heyday -- went up with a new black girl who I'll call "Sheena," who was skinny and not that curvy but my, she had an amazing face, rather princesslike.  Good dancer too, another to watch for.

The doubling up made IDs difficult.  Two came out who I simply think of as "UFO1" and "UFO2" because I ddin't catch the names and they were FLYING, they were extremely athletic and all over and up and down the poles.  UFO2 had a vague redheaded mermaid look to her, but UFO1 had an interesting sharp face and a good attitude -- and was one serious contortionist too.

I was hoping to feel inspired to an early dance, but didn't feel it.  So I concentrated on the headliner, one Andi Sue Irwin.  Andi Sue is a visual treat, her face and hair making her a kind of brunette latter-day Brigitte Bardot, and damn, the body was good.  You could tell from her intro that she'd not done much beyond camera work, and a lot of her dance was striding back and forth, with plenty of crouching down and interacting.  Great to look at, but not much of a S-D sense of her.  I call that the Letha Weapons factor -- I never caught on to Letha till I finally saw her in videos rather than stills.  I'd call Andi Sue a trouper of a dancer but really a stills woman -- and she did no private dancing, either.  First time in my ten months there I ever saw that limitation.

The upshot: it was cheap.  In two week Jada deVille, whom I've enjoyed before, comes back -- and I look forward to making that report.  Druul out.

[Mech]

I too am from “the burgh” and did manage to see Lovette .She was amazing and a bit surprising when she set the stage on fire. In that I mean she did a fire act and set the stage on fire…LOL

I don’t know if you remember Fantasy out in Moon .In its heyday it saw the likes of Crystal Storm and Tiffany Towers. Ah the memories…

[Shimmerin]

Argh I can't believe I missed fantasies!

Jaded?  not really, it's just I like full nude like you said dude.  The club down in Pittsburgh was always pasties and g-strings.  Erotica is just a good mix, nice ldaies and full nude.

Now stiffy's (or whatever the hell it is now) is just trash.  The club is three feet wide and the women are normally five feet wider.

Meh, Ce levy. (or however yah spell that)

[DruulEmpire]

Shim: say what you will, it helps to be a LITTLE jaded to say C'est la vie.  (It's my private contention that the French simply don't know how to spell, and make stuff up to throw the rest of us all off.)

Mech, hi.  You are OF the Burgh -- but are you still IN it?  Because that's where I am.  Now Zorro, he's an ex-Burgher, he's about ten years my senior and used to hang out around Canonsburg.  We are, after all, one of the Incredible Shrinking Cities, no telling how many ex-Burghers can be found scattered across America.

I don't get out so much.  One serious factor: I DON'T DRIVE.  But I do what I can.  Heck, with more freedom of movement, I'd visit Turtlepoint and see Busty Heart ...

[DruulEmpire]

I was feeling down today about this ABSURD problem I have with my cable provider, I'm gonna have to see those geniuses IN PERSON come Thursday -- anyway, few things pick up my spirits than recalling successful dances, so I thought I woould do that tonight in anticipation of Jada Deville this Friday.

Things kicked off in March with Brandi Morgan, whom I have gone sweet on and have seen twice already.  We chat about movies during dances.

Some real whirlwinds came in May.  For such a lyrical name, Claudia Monet is one hard-rockin' woman.  She gets points for memorability for shoving her hand down my crotch and cooing "Oh, my God ... !'  Hentaibee talks about Puma Swede, she was here too, very energetic, somehow didn't win me over though.

But the real success of April was Jada on her first time here.  Blonde champagne, a human Lamborghini, magnificent private dancer.  But then, I decided "I want Miss Nude Universe 2005!" and by God I got her.

May was interesting, it brought a newcomer named Ashlynn Grant.  Very little hype, didn't know what to expect -- but OH, beautiful, and a great dancer too.  I hope she gets a great career going, she deserves it.

The end of June saw Taya Parker, a small but dynamic woman in that Brooke Burke mold; I nicknamed her Tornado Parker, which she appreciated.  She invited me back!  And I couldn't make it!  Major argh.

July?  LOVETTE.  Already filled berkovw in on her.  A female firestorm.  MY BELT BROKE during our kinda strenuous private dance -- I think it broke SPONTANEOUSLY in her presence!

And now I'm repeating: Brandi was back in August, and Jada's back this week -- and that looks like it for a while, because yeesh, I'm stunned by how uninspiring the bookings for October look.  Jada had better be great (again).

Friday may be a good day to boost things up with a good house girl.  Probably the best is the one I think of as "Kyra," the one with a face somewhat like Kyra Sedgwick.  No breasts to speak of, but great legs, great moves, magnificent seductive persona, evidently has a lot of fans, and who can blame them?  So ideally, Kyra may be there, and Jada may be hot -- and that may be enough for the long October ...

[DruulEmpire]

It was a GOOD Friday.  I may even break this all down into two posts ...

Bumped into my dear sweet grayhaired mother this morning -- almost certainly she would have disapproved of my little adventure, somehow I didn't mention it ...

I'm slightly ticked with the club for two reasons.  One: October is lookin' like a total washout in the bookings.  Also, prices have been bumped slightly -- local girls get five bucks more, visitors get twenty more.

But it's WORTH it, because I daresay the house dancers have really gotten hotter.  There is one gal I miss, a blonde I'll call "Dallas" because she's such a classic cheerleader type of beauty (from my native state of West Virginia no less) -- she was supposed to be back this fall but I've seen nothing of her.  I hope she's okay, wherever she is.

The word must be out about the great Jada DeVille (the headliner) becuase the place was a bit more crowded than usual.  The first house dancers were "Oakley" and "Cathedral" (see above), and they've got great bodies, they may be worth test driving in private down the road.

The next gal I'm going to name "Belladonna" for her lethal intensity.  Beautiful face, black hair swept back and up, and the black kept going for her -- black bikini briefs, black lycra top, nothing particularly big on top but nice apple to play with.  Big white killer smile and great moves.  An older favorite I call "Kirstie"  (see above) was on after Belladonna -- but I never got to her, because BD picked me out, flowed right up against me, got me alone inside all her long black hair, bit my ear (playfully), and said "After my show, would you like me to play with your penis?"

Not sure what the express rules are -- all I know is that I haven't had an offer like THAT in EONS.  Don't worry, That Line was never really crossed, but I did take her up on her come-on.  It's cool when a gal picks you out like that -- last time that happened was when Lovette was here a couple of months ago.

Anyhow, Belladonna gets back with me and babbles about her giving ME a massage and I give HER a massage -- but that was not my speed, espcially as the great Jada was mere songs away (and WORTH it, I played this right).  So she gives me a  nice slow enthusiastic dance, inviting me to give her breasts a good grab (nice soft playful naturals).

I will catch her in passing later -- but now that I'm all primed, I must negotiate the precious few remaining seats to get a good look at Jada ...

[DruulEmpire]

Jada comes out in a big straight black dress and a black wig (the woman is always as blonde as can be).  Addams Family music plays, and I groan to myself about a Halloween theme a whole month early -- but it works, because Jada just stalks about, sticks out her hands for dollars, then throws them aside.  It's damn funny, as it's the closes to an ANTISTRIP I've ever seen -- though I start to worry how long she can keep doing it.

Then WHAM off flies the wig and the dress and the music is up and she's naked in no time, it's an all-or-nothing deal and all has arrived.  Jada stamps and flings herself and contorts herself so well that the crowd's usual guarded stoicism is gone, they applaud and cheer with no prompting.

Her exercises include some of the best "mess with the guys" moves I've ever seen -- she plants her feet on one guy's shoulders and shakes her pelvis against his face as if he's truly chowing down with the cunnilingus.  But that's only the beginning -- there's a birthday boy in the crowd, and he's brought up on stage and the next thing he's lying down with Jada lovin' up a dildo on top of him -- a SQUIRTING dildo, as it soon turns out.  All this with the most outrageous comical song in her soundtrack, about some guy reaching the depths of humiliation.

She winds up with inviting us to snatch photos off her with our teeth.  She recognizes me, she knows I e-mailed -- we're cool, we'll be ready to dance.  Call me biased, but I rate  Jada as an A-list live entertainer, she's right alongside the firestorm Lovette in my book.

The dance is nice, long, slow, cool -- though she's even more alive and open than ever, talking about how last night she was doing an S&M theme and a barbarian theme, she was very RRAWR, and I told her I like RRAWR.  Blond champagne, a sweet lioness -- I can just blather about this woman.

Anyhow, the dance warmed me for what may well be a bleak October -- but Jada will be back in January, hurrah, and my  good Brandi before that.  Meteorologists say this winter may be mild -- and you know what, they may be right...  

[berkovw]

Love to hear your stories Druul.  I haven't been able to keep up with BEA Forums much lately, but it's nice to see a post about the 'burgh.

I just checked out the Club E website and Mary Carey was there a couple of weeks ago!  Damn!  I would have love to have met her.  Did anyone see her?  Druul?

[DruulEmpire]

No, I passed on her.  (Just got back here, after a long strange cybernetic lockout.)  I don't think I'll be checking out much of anyone between now and Brandi Morgan's return at year's end.  I may go to check out Eva Angelina and Amber Love -- but JUSt check them out, while getting dances with interesting house girls.

[DruulEmpire]

Even a mild day at the club -- like today was -- is a good one, it has its small rewards.  For me it's a bit like gambling: the more money you found yourself out of, the more likely it is you had a good time.  Today I got back home with pretty much all my money intact, so I wasn't that successful, but there were bright spots and I can sock my money away for a hotter time.  Claudia Monet arrives for Thanksgiving, I may perk up for that.

For me it all comes down to two simple factors: does she look good, and does she move well?  If she looks good and she moves well, BAM, that's it, I've got to get her into a booth.  Time was I betted almost exclusively on the headline dancers -- but now I'm better appreciating all the time the local house girls.  I chalk this up in part to Andi Sue Irwin, the gal from my first post here -- she snubbed the prospect of a private dance, so I now reserve the right to personally "snub" imported talent by cozying up with local talent.  This time around I got a good look at two house girls in particular.

It's tough being the first girl up but what can I say, her looks plus moves equation didn't wow me as a I studied her in a mirror, so I remained anchored to the bar.  Then a gal came out named "Venice."  (A note on names: I can't be careful enough with my fictionalizations, because a REAL Sheena turned up not long after I invented a "Sheena" for this thread.  Anyhow, that's moot, because my fictional "Sheena" is no longer in evidence -- a shame.)  "Venice" was cute enough, I sat down for her and gave her a couple bucks   -- but MAN, she was POPULAR, men kept taking her back for a dance.  But her moves weren't really that spectacular -- hmmmmmm!

More soon --

[DruulEmpire]

Okay, so it's later.

After "Venice" was one I'll call (with my fingers crossed against another "Sheena") "Esmerelda."  We've seen a beautiful black dancer before, but I automatically sensed a talent and vitality to "Esmerelda."  Wonderful eyes and smile, excellent moves, very warm and intriguing and outgoing.  Suddenly I have a new favorite -- next time I get, I've GOT to get "Esmerelda" into a booth.

"Esmerelda" was followed up by "Kyra" (see above).  The effect of "Kyra" is evident and striking -- suddenly several men were up at the stage, plunking down their dollars.  You would think "Kyra" is a headliner -- and she might as well be.

What I notice about "Kyra" and "Esmerelda" is that they're pretty enough, and good enough dancers, but they're just not that busty.  It gets me to wondering how many like them are there, who may give of themselves all the more because they know they're not that classically sexy, and who might be TRULY overwhelming if augmented.  You'd see them on the street and "nice girl," but then they get on that stage and there's something downright luminous about them.

I'll try to finish up soon --

[DruulEmpire]

The wrap-up: The expected dancer never showed.  No Eva Angelina.  But a cute gal named Trisha Uptown DID turn up, and did fine.  Good body, curled blonde tresses, and a kittenish face, reminding me a good bit of Kate Hudson, particularly around the eyes.  The show was fine -- eh, but somehow it did not inspire me to any critical mass of need, so I cut out soone thereafter.

Peculiar change: usually after the headliner most of the house girls come out and dance all at once.  That didn't happen today.  Has that been retired?  Hope not, it was always rather nice.  Too, if she'd been up there I would have finally asked "Esmerelda" for a dance.

I mentioned small victories.  One was that this time I discovered something call The Go-Go! magazine, with no less than Claudia Monet on the cover.  It is striking to see clubs spread out over this area, with ads for Ohio and West Virginia.  If anyone's interested, I can relay some info from this edition -- or you can use the club men's room and pick one up yourself.

Another small victory: I sat down and the bartender asked "Iron City?"  That, and "Kyra" gave a "Good to see you back."  It's good to get recognized as a regular.

[DruulEmpire]

You know what -- I may just go and check the place out tomorrow or Friday (before the headliner's matinee) to grab dances with my favorite locals.  Although if anyone does want me to report on Claudia Monet's return (berkovw, perhaps?), you can let me know here ...

[Mercerwatch]

Ever make it up to Busty's Place? I would but I'm on the wrong side of the state, not that you're close.

[DruulEmpire]

I'm a non-driver, but I'd be willing to bribe someone into helping me make thatr pilgrimage ...

[DruulEmpire]

As I write this my windows are open, which is a bit of a surprise -- we are warned that temperatures will plunge and that snow may soon sprinkle, but meanwhile it is downright springlike out there, and so I am all the more inspired to have gotten out to the club today.

Today?  Today.  It is Thursday, not my usual Friday -- and the supreme house girl "Kyra" (see above) pointed that very fact out to me.  I told her I usually catch the headliners' matinee, but today I want just to see the girls, which she found sweet.

It's a calculated risk, deciding to see dancer after dancer -- partly because these deals out other dancers.  Having long been intrigued by "Cathedral" (see above), I finally saw her putting in the first dance of the day (itself a strange thing, as the first dance is usually a warm-up, a confidence builder for some lower echelon dancer, and it's taken almost as a given that no one may pay her any mind so early in the afternoon), so I snatched her up -- but "Esmerelda" (see above), the intriguing new black dancer, was after her.  It was good sitting out "Esmerelda" this time, though -- it just so happened that an older black gentleman I'd never seen before sat himself down to her, and it looks like they bonded well.

"Cathedral" is beautiful, well-built, with subtly augmented breasts -- ahh, but it was interesting in the booth, she was a bit standoffish with them, she gave me pretty much everything but the boobs were just for looking.  A shame, of course -- the ideal of seeing a headliner is to get some chick with dazzling good looks to whack your face with her twin volleyballs -- but she was worth the closeup.

Honestly, corny but true: attitude is key.  I've been royally seduced by women who had almost NO breasts to speak of, whereas when some busty darling acts circumspect about her obvious bustiness, and her attitude isn't as interesting, then she's not that competitive.

More later ..,

[DruulEmpire]

Next up was "January," who I suspect was the sharp-featured and highly contortionist "UFO 2" (see above) I had noted earlier.  "January" was built lean, even in the breasts, but she had great energy and candor.  I found out she had lived in Baltimore but now lives up in the mountains, making for one heck of a commute.  She was the first one to ever DIRECTLY hit me up for a drink, which I didn't mind.  She likes to be alone in the mountains, she enjoys drink -- it does set the male imagination racing, I admit.  She said she's into "guy things" like hunting and fishing.  I wound up taking in two dances with her.

Next came "Kyra."  Forget Mary -- there's something about "Kyra."  Is it the vague fleeting resemblances to Julia Roberts?  I'd be more inclined to say it has to do with how constantly liquid she is as she moves.  I'm not sure what it is, but she's gives ma "pampered" feeling, which of course is good.  Anyhow, before I knew it I had FOUR dances with her.

I also learned that next Friday, the place will be celebrating her birthday.  So that confirms it: I may finally get Claudia Monet in the booth, but I'm already signed up to be "Kyra's" living breathing birthday present.  "I'm too old for presents -- just bring yourself, baby," she advised me.  Will do.

My head is still buzzing with reflections on the day ... if my head ever settles down, I may contribute more ...

[DruulEmpire]

Call me wacky, but I'm actually looking forward more to helping "Kyra" celebrate her birthday than I am to the return of Claudia Monet -- although both at once is nice.  T minus 80 hours and counting ...

[DruulEmpire]

Aaaaand -- I'm back.  Another nice day in the 'Burgh, sort of "chilled yet springlike" more than early winter.

A successful day -- I got to be alone with my birthday girl AND Claudia Monet.  Claudia's hard-rockin' persona was a bit intense last time, and kept me at bay, but this time she was simply playful and outgoing and I HAD to get a dance out of her ... but first things first.

I'm appreciating the local house girls more all the time.  First one up had it rough, first dance always has a bit of an aloof crowd, but then the next dance was "Cathedral" and I decided to sit down and slip dollars her way.  Next was a somewhat heavy-built but still very curvy, friendly, and mobile "Raffaela."  Then there was a "Sandrine" and in particular a "Mavis," who came out like some pinstriped businesswoman and started shedding her threads.  She had the look of some winsome longhaired blonde suburban beauty, and I could see myself getting "Mavis" alone someday.

I got a bit anxious, because "Kyra" was staying at the bar with old favorites (what can I say, I'm a relative newcomer) and I wanted her on stage -- but it was already time for Claudia.  Claudia was already mingling in the crowd before hand, teasing some guy setting up her lighting on stage by giving his a dollar like he was a stripper.

Claudia RECOGNIZED me -- which blows my mind, because it was so long ago.  She remembers a lowlight, where she gave me a bottle of lotion and I inadvertently hit her eye (and to think, I'm lousy at "cooterball" -- what are the odds?), but thse trusted me with the lotion all over again and we fared much better.  I also knew "When this woman invites you to do something, rise and participate!"  So she had me clench a photo of her in my teeth -- then she enfolded my face in her bosom and snatched it back away with the power of her cleavage.

More specifics ast a later time ...

[DruulEmpire]

Can't quite figure out what Claudia's wearing, but she wears it well, sort of a female classic Michael Jackson, an excuse to wear a hat and sunglasses and to have fun holding her crotch.  She's in a black suit that looks studded with rhinestones, and it comes flinging off her pretty quickly, which is good because she packs a sparkly bikini top very fully.  She does good engaging each man at the stage, myself included with the cleavage suction and the loction.  The great thing about Claudia is that she's not simply some video or photo gal who tries a bit of dancing around, she's a committed performer, a small package with of course the long platinum lioness hair and an interesting sort of Middle Eastern face with wide dark eyes.

It takes her a while to come down after her show, but luckily one tradition is back: all the girls at once up on stage again.  "Kyra" of course is up there -- and they announce that "Kyra" is the birthday girl and will be having her own dance.  Claudia's still taking a while, so I figure Hang it and I sit back down.

Dopey but true, I got "Kyra" a card, though one fellow who's a regular fixture has been handing out flowers all day, so of course she get's a couple.  Still no Claudia, so I whisk "Kyra" away when she comes down.

A thing I have to remember about the booths: they don't all have mirrors ...

[DruulEmpire]

The thing is, "Kyra" knows how to use mirrors, not just the ones in the back of the booth (which I guess helps the dancer, 'cause the man has his back to it) but the side ones too.  As she dances for me, she and I have fun checking out the side view, the odd candid photo we make over there.

I admit I haven't quite figured out what it is about her, and she laughs and says "Never figure a woman out, that ruins everything!"  Mmm, but I CAN specify a thing or two.  First, she moves damn well, she's a little too skinny but there's no denying how her sinuous motion helps curve her.  Another is the very long hair (blonde, but in her case more honey than platinum) that seems to block out everything else and creat a personal face-to-face space for you.  Also, there's something loving about her, with her hot breath and ear-nibbling.  You add that to her cheeriness and offbeat beauty and it all starts making sense.

The candor during a dance can get unexpectedly involved.  She says she associates her birthday with her grandmother's death, so she always prefers to celebrate one or two days early, and I tell her that was the same with my mother, my grandfather held out one more day so that he wouldn't die on her birthday either.  She's being given a bit of a tough time, she's fighting back a cold -- it's easy to give her a hug and a kiss afterward.

Funny thing about kisses -- in this place they seem to take on an extra sacred intimacy, teasing and the brushing of fingertips is fine but kissing would be overmuch.  So with "Kyra," kisses are perfunctory and gentle.

Slightly awkward -- I've had the birthday girl, but I'm still hooked on Claudia ...

[DruulEmpire]

Usually the headliner makes it back to a designated corner with a table and couch where she hands out photos and DVDs and such -- but not so our Claudia, she's roaming the bar.  She is continually sweet and thankful -- whatever was I afraid of the first time around!?

More and more I appreciate that there is a Dance of the Breasts.  I think I dig my Brandi and Jada in part because they exuberantly wallop me with their knockers, but then you get a gal like "Cathedral" and she's more careful.  Same turns out to be true with Claudia -- in all our rubbing around my hands glide over her breasts, and then she says she usually doesn't go for that, so I'm a good boy after that and no harm done, but still, she leans back on top of me and lets me look down as she cups them and I think, The promised land, so close and yet so far.  But she has a lot of good attitude, lots of smiles, sort of a slow motion tigress.  She asks if I can make it back -- alas, no.

And the necessary moment to take a breath and de-erect myself before walking out.  I notice in passing one house girl with a story all her own -- but ah, later.  

[rtpoe]

(panting) Does this club have a name?

[DruulEmpire]

Why, yes.  It does.

A little more seriously: I'm very struck by someone from no less than the NYC area envying a Pittsburgh club -- hey, if I can entice you to come out here, maybe you can have me over sometime.  When Lovette was out here she mentioned a Chicago club which sounds really good.  I'm not really sure the club itself is so terribly unique -- if it comes across well in this thread, it may just be that I've been very slowly developing my patronage there for nearly a year.  Another thing I tend not to mention -- which is why these outings are rather infrequent -- is that this is EXPENSIVE, at least for a working-class schlub like me.  A double dance with a favorite like "Kyra" is sixty bucks and I blew eighty on Claudia -- not that they're not worth it, but it's a habit I need to keep under control.

I also can't promise same results for anyone else.  Me, I play it cool and sweet, what I lack in raucous humor I make up for with actual talk.  I'm finding this to be sort of a journalistic adventure, and I've been getting all kinds of insights.  Someone else, though -- someone who gets around more and knows better -- might find it dull.  It's all in what you want and what you're looking for.

[DruulEmpire]

Did a funny thing -- I just now waded a few pages deep into some advanced-Google research into the club's history.

You know that saying "Follow your passion"?  It's good advice.

The history of the place is FASCINATING.  It goes way, way back, to when entertainers like Ella Fitzgerald and Sammy Davis Jr. hung out there.  More recently, though, some fuddy-duddy organization called the Pittsburgh Cultural Trust has been lusting after the club's land.  The club is a lone island of good old-fashioned adult entertainment in the ever-sprawling pastel yuppieness that is today's downtown Pittsburgh.

Granted, a lot of that had to go.  There was a time when a major street like Liberty Avenue was simply embarrassing.  Also, about thirty years ago there were some violent crimes associated with the place.

But the place is run tight and clean today, with a rap sheet not much worse than that of many a college fraternity.  The Trust offered the owner two million dollars for it and he said Uh uh, no deal.  I found a more recent article, from 2005, in which a Trust member says, Oh, give us another five years and they'll finally cave in.

So now I've GOT to go to this club.  Maybe not more often, but I can't give up on it either -- because in addition to being a showcase for wonderful sexual illusionists (as I think of them), it is a final gasp of any honest memory of what that elusive phrase "quality of life" is all about.  This city has been run into generic blandness by an endless wave of clueless fuckheads.  ENOUGH!  If being a good customer can help a little to keep the place defiantly afloat, then I've got to do it.

This is a matter of CIVIC PRIDE, by God!

And, besides, I do dig some of those house girls.

[DruulEmpire]

Bind, bind, bind, bind, bind.  Man, am I ever in a bind.

To date, I have enjoyed complaining that the club has had rather slim pickings this year -- an enjoyable complaint, because it means that I get to take it easy spending any money there.

However, I have just now checked their website -- and they are looking SOLID all the way to the end of the year, genuinely interesting gals from tomorrow straight through New Year's.

If I'm not careful, I could blow a small fortune -- during the holiday season yet, and I'm not Santa Claus.

It's going to be a dilemma.

[DruulEmpire]

For this, my 4321st post, I'm going to make a confession.

I am not Murdock.

"No one said you were -- and who's Murdock?" might be a reasonable response.  The thing is, when I started going nearly a year ago, a girl sat by me and asked me my name, and I gave it, and then she said she was Scarlett -- but I rather doubted she had that much in common with Miss Johansson, or even Miss O'Hara.  So thereafter I figured, They have aliases, I have an alias.  I chose Murdock -- short, vaguely recognizable, admittedly macho-corny (think of Dwight Schultz from The A-Team, if not Daredevil's real name), and distinctive, plus with a different spelling it's the name of a street one block from where I live -- and I've been building the Murdock resume there ever since.  So far as I'm concerned, whenever I'm in the club, I'm Murdock.  (No one's pushed me on it, but if they ever wanted a full name, I would say Murdock Rush, in honor of the "rush" that the right stripper can give me.)

I mention this boring fact, to get on with another -- namely, I'm dropping all the coy quotation marks around the names.  Suffice it to say, if you ever make the pilgrimage here and wonder "Where's Kyra?  Where's Belladonna?  Where's Cathedral?  Where's Esmerelda?  Where's Mavis?  Where's January?", I will only explain "Schmuck, I told you in the beginning, these are my own fictionalizations."

I need to concentrate on the names, because I must think ahead.  There are three house girls in particular I want to focus on: Esmerelda, and two I never discussed much before,  Sandrine and Aria.  To do that, though, I will need to outsteer two polar opposites, Kyra the charmer and Belladonna the she-shark.  To do all that and still be able to get in Amber Love herself will be quite a juggle.

These are my plans for noon Friday as they stand right now ...

[DruulEmpire]

Strange day -- it started out windy and rainy, while warm, and right this minute it's just plain nice -- but the plunge of winter is expected.

Today was a washout, but a sweet one.  This was one of the strange days when I get to go in without paying the cover charge -- I walk in and the host simply isn't there to ask me for it, so I go ahead in and have my beer.

I fed out singles to enduring favorites, like Cathedral and Kirstie.  The ladies particularly appreciated me because I actually bothered to come up to the stage and give tips, whereas some new contingency right behind me were just standing by hoping to sneak a peek, so the dancers made a special effort for me to have exclusive -- or at least close-up -- glimpses of their naked vulvas.  (Vulvae?)  Some men play it halfway, staying at the bar while occasionally walking across and handing a tip, but no so today. a shame.

I was loaded -- that is to say, budgeted -- for bear, but it gradually dawned on me that AMber Love simply was not showing.  A mystery!  I needed it cleared up -- and looking back on today, I really should have grabbed a dance with Kirstie, because she's great for "dishing" on what's really happening behind the scenes.  But I waited Kirstie out, and then Kyra came out -- and that was pretty much my day there, chatting with Kyra, having her really give of herself in her stage dance for me, and then having a quadruple dance with her back in a double-mirrored booth.

I have seriously got to ask myself: what IS it about Kyra?  I wonder if I really do have any control over this.  What can I say, she moves beautifully and makes me feel loved -- but still, I'm not in love, I'm not even infatuated, I'm just ... WEAK around her, I just sit there in the booth and she asks "Another dance?" and in my (non-alcoholocally) intoxicated voice I sigh "Okay!"  I've got to put myself through some ritual, or get a talisman -- a necktie, a hat, sunglasses, anything -- to ward off her magnificent power over me.

And it's got to be soon, too, because Darien Vain is coming next week, who sounds very intriguing, and after her Summer Leigh -- and come year's end I'm expecting my Brandi Morgan.

So, yes, I should have snagged Kirstie -- but Kyra was willing to "dish" a little as well.  Turns out Amber Love pushes herself as a fitness model, and showed up at the club -- FAT.  The club wasn't going to stand for that, so that was it for her, no deal.

I remarked that Kyra is awfully fit, and she said, No, she's got junk in her trunk.   Couldn't prove it by me -- her "trunk" is fair, soft, round, pillowy and inviting, and all without being particularly large either.  I told her I like  her "trunk," and the dances were on.  "Amber Love's loss, your gain," I told her.  "When all else fail, you're my headliner."  And she is too.

Part of it is ongoing investment.  I like sitting out there, and having a nifty little HISTORY with Kyra -- I'm slipping her singles as cheaply as any other chump, but she knows what I've been good for, and am still good for, and so she's  wrapping her legs me and hunching her womanhood right at me and draping her hair all over my face and breathing hard in my ear, and they've got to be wondering "How does THIS schmuck rate?"

I rate, boys.  I rate.  

[Mech]

I hate you Druul, I really really hate you...LOL


I haven't been there since Lovette was there. I guess it's time to go back

[DruulEmpire]

Hey, don't hate me for "Kyra," she's there pretty regularly for anyone to check out.  Of course, your own mileage may vary -- "Kyra" (so named because I get a Kyra Sedgwick vibe off her -- oh, would that I could pass for Kevin Bacon) may seem too skinny and geeky for some, a BEA man may better appreciate "Cathedral" or "Kirstie," also regulars.

But I do think the headliners are lookin' up -- Darien Vain next week and Summer Leigh the week after look promising, so sure, fell free to stop on down.  Beyond that, not so sure -- can't quite get a fix on Naomi Knight, and Brandi Morgan is a personal fave but I don't know widely I (want to) recommend her.  To me this is all one giant countdown to Jada DeVille come the end of January, but that's a whole other story.

Anyhow -- I have figured out how to counteract Kyra's power over me.  I once corresponded with Irish McCalla (Zorro knows about her), the woman who played Sheena, Queen of the Jungle on TV in the Fifties, and I got a T-shirt from her.  I will wear the T-shirt of Queen Sheena to help keep my wits about me when dealing with "Kyra" -- or "Belladonna," for that matter.

Remember, everyone: visit your local club a nicer man and you'll have a nicer time.  I'll be back -- without quotation marks.

[DruulEmpire]

Before I blather, let me say first say from the start: Darien Vain is damn fine.  Looks great, dances great.  Recommended.  Details forthcoming.

First seriously wintry Friday noon of these (recorded) outings.  What's good: you can stash all kinds of items in a winter coat, and not even that big a coat.  Went in, paid the cover to who may be some new host I've never caught before, the barmaid offered me an Iron City.  I actually bothered to check some other things out for once -- like they're having some sort of Cinese buffet going, complete with chicken and brown rice.  Who knows, I may actually try it sometime, it is after all on the house ...

Cathedral is the first up, so I sit down to her by the end of her act.  She's one of those "pec flax" gals who can make either boob hop a little, and she has a good attitude; someday a second dance, but not today.  Next up, I'll call her Kelsey -- great body, long dark hair which is usually over her face, and it's a good face, she dances well too -- but man, I get to wondering if she smiles.  Sure, I like to see bodies in motion, but if they can actually dig it on some level, that's the capper.  Towards the end she does betray a smile.  Still don't know how to "read" her, she will bear future scrutiny.

Things get involved -- I swore to myself that I would have a dance with Esmerelda, and sure enough she's next.  A man to my far right does something I've never seen before -- namely, he just keeps playfully tossing her dollar after dollar.  Sweet, but efficient?  Luckily, Esmerelda also pays a lot of attention to me -- she dances towering above me, scopps her breasts together, she sort of laugh as we catch each other's eyes again at a crazy angle involving her looking through her legs, all that.  So, I ask her for a dance.

But wait --

[DruulEmpire]

My favorite, Kyra, is coming right up after Esmerelda, and she's been sweet as she flits back and forth around the bar, scratching my back as she goes.  Kyra can't quite get around to me in time, and here comes Esmerelda, so I leave a dollar and resolve to be right back in one song.

Esmerelda has a good look to her -- I would strive for "black Alyssa Milano," but that may just be too far out -- and she moves and laughs well.  (I remark on the dollar-tosser's enthusiasm, and she explains he was here last night too.)  To an oddly embarrassing degree, though, her dance is almost exclusively her squirming around nicely in my lap.  I'm her for that which is sexual, sure, but I've not felt anything so much like SEX since Belladonna -- or Lovette, for that matter.  Anyhow, I promise her we must do it again, and she looks very chipper about the idea.

I manage to get back out to Kyra, and I've got to be wondering if she's a bit cynical about me -- she knows I come down to check out headliners, and I just tried out Esmerelda.  In the little time remaining she's sweet to me, but I hope I've not ticked her off in any way; eh, we can always dance another day, and chat.

In any case, Kyra's quite right about me: I'm here for the headliner, and here she comes, Darien Vain ...

[DruulEmpire]

Darien Vain comes out in a very smart sequined black-and-white outfit, sort of a "Rockette in a tuxedo" look, and damn, she looks very much the classic vivacious blonde busty showgirl from some bygone time.  Her music puts a modern spin on old tunes: "Puttin' it on the Ritz," of course, gets performed MUCH better than the Young Frankenstein rendition, and with "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend" she hoists her own bazooms when singing "These pears don't lose their shape," and let us hope they don't.  Darien isn't quite my beloved Jada, but she's up there.  Thankfully there's no "cooterball" or any of that, she performs right up to the end, using my scarf (hey, helps to keep a handy prop on you) to drag me up to her.  Best set in a while.

Afterwards, I let other men get to her for premiums.  Maybe I'm too Zen in some way, but for me the dance is my own private sanpshot, taken with the camera of my memory.  We need to wait for it, though, because she's GOT to get through a cigarette first, she's been dying for one.

Weird awkward time -- I comment to her about how the music  at the opening of her appearance is like something out of the movie Excalibur.  She in turn proceeds to tell me the specific movem ent it's similar to -- that is to say, she's talking WAGNERIAN OPERA.  Instantly I'm out of my depth, so I defer to my sister being the opera buff, her favorite movies being Excalibur and FLashdance.  Then I tell her the "spell of making" -- "Anauh nathrach, uthvas beythude, dochiel dienvey!" (or something like that) and she laughs and I feel a little more on an even keel.

We chat some more and finally I get a dance.  Darien has convinced me that what I seek is what I would call a "mamma-slamma," which is roughly defined as "curvy dynamic gal with hugely fake and fakely huge knockers which she can slam right in your face.  Yes, she is not quite Jada -- Jada has been very giving for me, and Darien's a bit more guarded and prefucntory -- but a hell of a delight in her own right, and I thank her again for dropping in as I head out.

And the drama continues.  How will Summer Leigh be next week?  Am I still good with my sweet Kyra?  Am I going to get to try another house girl?  Life goes on ...    

[berkovw]

Sorry I haven't been keeping up in here, but I've been busy.  Did this happen down at Blush, Druul?

[DruulEmpire]

That's right, Berk (may I call you Berk?), until otherwise specified it's the one place I get to.

I think the name is chosen for its uneasy relationship with Downtown's Cultural Trust.  After all, I hardly see any men blushing in there -- and the girls don't blush at all!

All this is pretty easily verified by the website, plus the local City Paper has finally gone back to running good ads each week.  Also, there's some newspaper called the Go-Go! put out by a Ron Bieneck of East McKeesport ... I wonder if you know him ...