BroBible Late Night: How to Pick Up a Stripper in 10 Steps (According to a Stripper)
by Nina Kaplan | Tuesday, December 8, 2009 at 8:12pm | 15 comments - 451 reads
Editor's Note: This is the first installment of a new column by Nina Kaplan. A rising star on the social scene, Nina interns at a celebrity/fashion magazine and moonlights as a stripper at Bump 'n Grind. A web series produced by Direct Arts about Nina and her best friend, artist and fellow stripper Lucy Palermo, is premiering this Spring 2010. Go to WelcomeToTheGrind.com for more information.
So I'm on the stage. And I'm pretending the pole is the hardest, longest, most fuckable vertical dick I've ever seen. I grasp the stiff, shiny shaft, tug myself up, twirl around like I'm in orbit, undulate all over it like an eel in heat, hook my leg around the rigid column, lean over (revealing a suggestive sliver of g-string), and scan the guys.
The rube in the T-shirt is busy with a bored Russian bombshell and could give a shit about a barely clad Asian chick loving up a pole. The slightly balding suit in the middle is having a meaningful one-on-one with his glass of beer. But ah! the suit on the end is looking at me with a hopeful glint in his eye. If he had lashes, he'd be batting them. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging.
I sidle over, position my ass so it is hovering above his face, and shake it like a martini. He waves an Alexander Hamilton like it's a white flag, his eyes boring a hole in my g-string.
"Thanks," I say, turning around and crouching in front of him.
"Where shall I put it?" he leers, as his gaze travels from my crotch to my tits.
And therein lies the rub.
Sex work.
As in sex for the guys and work for the girls.
Now I know most of you are saying to yourselves, "Well, some girls really like it!" But believe me, deep knee-bends on 6-inch heels for 8 hours is WORK. Add all that physical exertion to the mental calisthenics of providing witty, sexy banter ALL NIGHT LONG and the last thing I am interested in while I am stripping is sex.
So I hate to break it to you, but your chances of picking up a stripper are almost nil. There are ways, though, of circumventing the barbed-wire fence surrounding a stripper's heart. Here are 10 steps that will get you to first base with the go-go girl of your dreams:
1. A stripper's favorite color is green
That's right, boys. If you want to get with a stripper, use the other bulge in your pants. And like a stripper friend of mine used to say, a dollar means as much to her as it means to you. Tip her a twenty or buy a dance from her every time there's a lag in the conversation. Before you run out of cash, go home. Remember that your girl makes as much as you do so you better be prepared to show her you got game.
2. Put yourself in her fuck-me pumps
I've never met a stripper who isn't a savvy girl looking for a better life. She's not a bimbo. She isn't there because she's horny. (That's why you're there.) So don't ask her if she wants to suck your dick. No, she doesn't. Set yourself apart from the other guys and find out why she's stripping for tipping.
3. Wet her
Don't ever make a girl ask. Call the cocktail waitress over and get her a drink.
4. Give good oral
Have a hobby or an art or something to talk about besides sex and sports. (This is actually a good idea if you want to pick up ANY girl.)
5. Throbbing muscle
If you have one, your girl has a hundred. Humping a pole all night is hard work! So if you got the juice, take your girl to the Champagne Room and give her a well-deserved rest. Yeah buddy, a rest. Once you've gotten her into seclusion, don't just sink into that vinyl couch and expect her to do all the work. See step 6.
6. Don't hump her, thump her
There isn't one stripper who wouldn't LOVE a massage. Do some homework. Get yourself a book and find out where her pressure points are or go get a professional massage yourself and take notes on what feels good to you.
7. Work the girls
If other strippers dance in front of you, make sure you tip well. But if they want to dance for you or if they sit next to you, politely tell them that you're waiting for your special girl. Strippers gossip in the dressing room and pretty soon, they will all be telling your girl how lucky she is to have snared a big spender like you.
8. Come three or four times
To the strip club, I mean. Decorate her g-string each time and get to know her. Repeat steps 1-7 each time.
9. Pop it
By now your girl looks forward to your visits. She ditches whomever she's with and makes a beeline every time you come. She's ready for you to ask her out. Dinner at a fancy restaurant is a safe bet. Or an activity related to your fascinating hobby/art. She might say no at first. Reassure her that you just want her company. After another drink or another amazing massage, she'll relent.
10. Put it in
Ask her for her number so you can confirm. Realize she has to guard her personal information since a hundred horny guys want her number. Put her in your phone but do it discreetly. The rest is up to you.









































Comments
Wow - I'm flying to Crazy Horse now
really? taking a girl on a date = not bro, taking a stripper out on a date = bro license revoked, cop dome in the champagne room make it rain on her dirty ass and roll out without asking her name = BRO
Strippers are so dirtball. They think they can outsmart drunk bros, but if you are outsmarted by a stripper you are not a bro. Strip clubs are a decent place to go to act like an asshole and get thrown out. Then you go get your nut for free.
Mookie Chaylock is an incredible alias
smurf knows what he's talking about... who takes strippers out on dates, their shit is probably so beat up
Go to the same t-bar 3 or 4 times? If you're recognized by a dancer, your shit is tired.
Or why dont you go to the bar spend half that much on vodka soda's and bring a classy broad home.
hahaha, this shit is hilarious, what kind of clown would actually put in this kind of effort to land a pole dancer. The only acceptable thing to do in a strip club is go in smashed and say absurd and disgusting things to the chicks
So, the trick is: shell out a ton of cash to have sex with a sex worker? Shocking.
Amen mookie. you are not a bro if you haven't been kicked out of a strip club for acting like an asswhole.
Also this post is dumb, if you wanna bang a stripper all you have to do is be good looking aka a Bro. strippers are so used to being around scum all the time where when they finally see a bro theyre all over it
Most of this is lies. Although bros with dough go to strip clubs, I am there to hear white snake, not why she needs to show her assets off for my cash since daddy never grew out of the college drinking lifestyle and crushes a sixer and a half fifth of jack before dinner. I say get a hotel card for free admission, pick up a case and take it to the BYOB clubs, like those in Nashville. Somewhere in between entering and paying no cover and the final exit for the night, show her how much better it would be with a bro simply by chaying as only a bro knows how, and they won't give the 218 pound white gorilla with the ROLL TIDE shirt covering his enormous beer gut a sincere look all night, regardless of the fact that he spent his weekly paycheck on a liter of Ciroc to flex his 33 year old single nuts.
I would avoid the massage all together, or at least until shes showered off all the germs and white that rubbed off from having one dollar bills flung at her while Neyo and Tesla raged in the backroom. In fact, skip the shower and go straight to suggesting a dip in the hot tub back at your place after her "work" to relax - there is chlorine in there, it does the same anti-bacterial work. Conveniently enough, many strippers dance in bikinis in such fine establishments. (They like to refer to it as an "outfit." I respectfully disagree with that term.) Since she is digging this bros nonchaylance attitude, and ready to go back and learn what this bro can offer besides crumpled fives, its game on. (After all you have waited in a strip club parking lot for 20 minutes after close with only one brew left. Pretty much at this point, she owes you.)
After the hot tub, if you can't close then you need to get yourself that bottle of Ciroc.
(this theory has been field tested, and verified. She left her "outfit" behind, but since she doesn't have my number, and I don't want to bring a bright pink sparkly Brazilian cut two piece out with me, it will remain hanging over the hot tub as a warning to all that bros enjoy slumming harder then most. Thanks for the story "Sabrina".)
Nonchaylance is a Great Sea Urchin Cervichay original.
I apologize if you don't have a hot tub. I can only recommend you get one. Nothing says nonchaylance like the casual, "want to go for a dip in my hot tub" line. They know that if they say no, maybe because you were a perfect stranger until 10 minutes ago, then somebody else will certainly say yes, and in a few minutes, that biddy will be in a 104 degree bubble tub. All the while the unwise rejector has fun watching her 26" HD in her double while the after party rages without her.
I apologize if you don't have a hot tub. I can only recommend you get one. Nothing says nonchaylance like the casual, "want to go for a dip in my hot tub" line. They know that if they say no, maybe because you were a perfect stranger until 10 minutes ago, then somebody else will certainly say yes, and in a few minutes, that biddy will be in a 104 degree bubble tub. All the while the unwise rejector has fun watching her 26" HD in her double while the after party rages without her.
You faggot niggers disgust me.
there is one way and one way only to pick up a stripper and that is "i have coke"
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