"Strippagrams", still a thing ?
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A few dits.
Had a stripper courtesy of my folks at my 21st a loooong time ago. She was a bit a chunky lass, knocking on a bit. He her hubby was her minder. Got talking to them afterwards with a cpl of married friends of mine. Stripper & her hubby were up for some 5 way fun with me & my friends. Was a no from us.
Went to Amsterdam with 23 mates, all squaddies, weekend away p1ss up. Stayed in hotel known to us as it had been used before by lads from the battalion. Gaffer knew who we were from the booking. Got there & on the 2nd night we asked gaffer to arrange some strippers in the small function room. Ended up with them offer us all and these two lovely dutch girls having some fun. Once show was done - them stripping then getting the double headed dildo out, they offered us all the chance for a go. We lept at it. Bagged up & off we went. A right scream. This was mid 80's & gashes like stamped on tarantulas. Least you had a decent aiming mark in the low light!
A few years later, at college bumping up the quals post army. Lad in the group, Dad was building contractor. Well known north west building supplies company used to have two Christmas parties. One for clients, one for contractors. We got tickets via his dad for the contractors do. Several strippers on at end of night who ended up providing a great girls on girls show for us all off the back of us throwing fivers at them.
Had a stripper courtesy of my folks at my 21st a loooong time ago. She was a bit a chunky lass, knocking on a bit. He her hubby was her minder. Got talking to them afterwards with a cpl of married friends of mine. Stripper & her hubby were up for some 5 way fun with me & my friends. Was a no from us.
Went to Amsterdam with 23 mates, all squaddies, weekend away p1ss up. Stayed in hotel known to us as it had been used before by lads from the battalion. Gaffer knew who we were from the booking. Got there & on the 2nd night we asked gaffer to arrange some strippers in the small function room. Ended up with them offer us all and these two lovely dutch girls having some fun. Once show was done - them stripping then getting the double headed dildo out, they offered us all the chance for a go. We lept at it. Bagged up & off we went. A right scream. This was mid 80's & gashes like stamped on tarantulas. Least you had a decent aiming mark in the low light!
A few years later, at college bumping up the quals post army. Lad in the group, Dad was building contractor. Well known north west building supplies company used to have two Christmas parties. One for clients, one for contractors. We got tickets via his dad for the contractors do. Several strippers on at end of night who ended up providing a great girls on girls show for us all off the back of us throwing fivers at them.
When I was a fresh faced 17 year old back in the late eighties my friend and I went to a stripper night at a local pub.
I don't know what I was expecting but it turned out to be two old boilers called 'Blondie and Angelina' who (I later learned) were pretty notorious in the local area.
The compere was some rough bloke in drag.
Anyway, we stayed for the first bit of the show which wasn't too bad (some poor bugger got dragged on stage, had his trousers and pants whipped down, then one of the strippers sat on his face, stood up, and the drag bloke quickly undid his codpiece and sat on his face too).
After they'd finished their routine they vanished into a back room and the compere invited us to 'put your hands in your pockets and get something else out apart from your cocks' in order to have a whiparound so they'd come out and shag the punters. We left at that point.
I don't know what I was expecting but it turned out to be two old boilers called 'Blondie and Angelina' who (I later learned) were pretty notorious in the local area.
The compere was some rough bloke in drag.
Anyway, we stayed for the first bit of the show which wasn't too bad (some poor bugger got dragged on stage, had his trousers and pants whipped down, then one of the strippers sat on his face, stood up, and the drag bloke quickly undid his codpiece and sat on his face too).
After they'd finished their routine they vanished into a back room and the compere invited us to 'put your hands in your pockets and get something else out apart from your cocks' in order to have a whiparound so they'd come out and shag the punters. We left at that point.
still happens, had some horrible whench drive two hours over the moors to a country house we had rented for a mates stag few weeks ago.
she did an ingenious trick of spraying whipped cream round his a
hole, cutting a hole in his boxers and squeezing it out like a mr whippy. never seen it before so bonus points to her.
she did an ingenious trick of spraying whipped cream round his a
hole, cutting a hole in his boxers and squeezing it out like a mr whippy. never seen it before so bonus points to her. Not seen a booked stripper, in the sense of one that turns up at any old pub, for about 15yrs. Last one was my mate's stag at a pub in Brum city centre, someone had booked a Rustie Lee lookalike with a chain hanging from her nose to her nipple. SHe got her kit off and forced his head between her spaniel's ears to which he replied "Jesus, you stink". Night went downhill from there!
Since then it's all been about lap dancing clubs and pound-in-the-pint-pot places like Browns in Shoreditch. Not been there for a while - I'm hoping that hasn't become some artisanal hipster craft brewery by now?
Since then it's all been about lap dancing clubs and pound-in-the-pint-pot places like Browns in Shoreditch. Not been there for a while - I'm hoping that hasn't become some artisanal hipster craft brewery by now?
Edited by PurpleTurtle on Wednesday 26th October 12:46
z4RRSchris said:
nop, browns is still there, along with metropolis, rainbow sports bar, ye old axe, the griffon, etc etc
there is a new one too by old street but i havent been yet.
Been in Browns a couple of times on my Christmas do. I've banned it now because the blokes wait till I'm pissed and then spend an absolute fortune of my money in there!there is a new one too by old street but i havent been yet.
We went to the Casino in Westfield last year and even though I paid for everybody I actually spent less money than on ladies taking off their clothes!
br d said:
Been in Browns a couple of times on my Christmas do. I've banned it now because the blokes wait till I'm pissed and then spend an absolute fortune of my money in there!
We went to the Casino in Westfield last year and even though I paid for everybody I actually spent less money than on ladies taking off their clothes!
as far as strip clubs go browns is a cheap way.. a friend dropped £10k in platinum lace in an afternoon. We went to the Casino in Westfield last year and even though I paid for everybody I actually spent less money than on ladies taking off their clothes!
In the mid 90's I worked at Halfords, and our resident security guard worked the doors in Blackpool at weekends. He had some time off, so arranged for a group of us to do a crawl round some of the rougher and livelier places on a Friday night - Foxhall, Manchester those sort of places.
Around 3am we were wandering about, still looking for more beers, when he suiggested a little place that "not many people know about"...
More or less opposite Central Pier, between the many tat shops, there was a steel door with a peephole in it. Jason bangs the door, and a pair of eyes looks through the door before opening it. We troop down some steps into a dimly lit cellar and greeted by a wallpapering table covered with a load of Becks and Bud bottles for sale. In the corner is a tatty looking screen on a platform of pallets, covered with a maky looking rug.
A few minutes later a rough looking guy announces the next turn on stage, and this ropey looking BOBFOC (I was 18 at the time, she was probably late 40s) comes out from behind the screen in a bikini and very long scarf. She does the usual jiggling about, bending over etc, then loops the scarf around the neck of a guy in our group, and drags him on to the stage. Rough looking geezer plonks a chair down, and our guy is sat on it whilst BOBFOC gyrates and continues to jiggles around him.
BOBFOC proceeds to remove bikini top, then bottom, and puts a foot on our guys shoulder, and starts grinding into his face which gets a big drunken cheer from us. BOBFOC then moves away from him, and he is sat there like a rabbit in headlamps, slightly shaking, with a lollipop in his mouth.
She definitely wasn't carrying that in her hands when she came on stage...
Around 3am we were wandering about, still looking for more beers, when he suiggested a little place that "not many people know about"...
More or less opposite Central Pier, between the many tat shops, there was a steel door with a peephole in it. Jason bangs the door, and a pair of eyes looks through the door before opening it. We troop down some steps into a dimly lit cellar and greeted by a wallpapering table covered with a load of Becks and Bud bottles for sale. In the corner is a tatty looking screen on a platform of pallets, covered with a maky looking rug.
A few minutes later a rough looking guy announces the next turn on stage, and this ropey looking BOBFOC (I was 18 at the time, she was probably late 40s) comes out from behind the screen in a bikini and very long scarf. She does the usual jiggling about, bending over etc, then loops the scarf around the neck of a guy in our group, and drags him on to the stage. Rough looking geezer plonks a chair down, and our guy is sat on it whilst BOBFOC gyrates and continues to jiggles around him.
BOBFOC proceeds to remove bikini top, then bottom, and puts a foot on our guys shoulder, and starts grinding into his face which gets a big drunken cheer from us. BOBFOC then moves away from him, and he is sat there like a rabbit in headlamps, slightly shaking, with a lollipop in his mouth.
She definitely wasn't carrying that in her hands when she came on stage...
markcoznottz said:
People are such exhibitionists nowadays it wouldn't cut the mustard, plus most folk are too busy looking at flesh online
Had a male stripper show up to a female friends 19th in 2012 I think, she was having a party in her folks house, the old policeman attending a 'noise complaint' gag. Cant say an exceptionally fit gentleman hip thrusting on a coffee table in a set of speedos does it for me but it was a hell of a laugh. The lad stuck around and partied with us for a solid hour in his underpants the whole time. northwest monkey said:
I (very occasionally) used to visit a pub in Salford & every so often a stripper would come in with a bloke - she'd strip off & the bloke would carry an empty pint pot around for you to stick a couple of quid in. They'd get to about £50 or so then they'd bugger off - presumably to another pub to do it all again.
Very strange!
Wasn't the Winston by any chance?Very strange!
My friend "gifted" to her when she was on her Hen do. I've seen the pics. You lot can't! 
(Her sisters are lovely apparently, but have a ridiculously cruel streak! 
)
So the guys in a fireman's outfit and he walks into this room full of drunk 20 something girls. They all give it the "waaaheey!" And he just looks embarrassed and says he's really here to check the fire extinguishers. So he starts faffing around with the extinguishers in the room, and they start to ignore him. Then he just turns round and launches into his routine! The Bride to be was wrapped (clothed) in cling film, laid on the floor and he basically waved his arse and nackers in her face for 15 mins!
No impropriety by all accounts . Just a bit of fun for a girl whose relatively quiet/private about her sex life.
(Her sisters are lovely apparently, but have a ridiculously cruel streak! )So the guys in a fireman's outfit and he walks into this room full of drunk 20 something girls. They all give it the "waaaheey!" And he just looks embarrassed and says he's really here to check the fire extinguishers. So he starts faffing around with the extinguishers in the room, and they start to ignore him. Then he just turns round and launches into his routine! The Bride to be was wrapped (clothed) in cling film, laid on the floor and he basically waved his arse and nackers in her face for 15 mins!
No impropriety by all accounts . Just a bit of fun for a girl whose relatively quiet/private about her sex life.
One of the lads got my mate a Roly-poly stripper on his stag this year.
It was fking horrible.
If you're brave google "rolypoly LADY HAHA" you can find the service provider's website. (purveyors of worst rolypoly, grossagrams and grotagrams!)
It was f
king horrible.If you're brave google "rolypoly LADY HAHA" you can find the service provider's website. (purveyors of worst rolypoly, grossagrams and grotagrams!)
Edited by Glade on Wednesday 26th October 23:04
Many years ago twas one of the lads at work getting married so in a bit of a pre stag night way, we decided to head for the only pub in town with strippers.
This being Yarmouth, strippers on licenced premises were at the discretion of the Cheif Constable who said no but one pub & landlady (God Bless you Molly) got round this by having the girls come on stage naked already and just start dancing. Win all round.
Anyway, the groom to be was muttering all the way there "fkers, I know whats going on, you won't get me up on stage" etc and so on.
Anyway, this day, they had on one of the fittest, sexiest, prettiest girl that anybody had probably seen in GY.
She did 2 dances, reached down into her props producing a can of spray cream and shouted "who's the lucky bridegroom then?"
What followed was very similar to the "I'm Spartacus" scene from the movie and general mayhem as most of the lads & the rest of the pub rushed the stage to get picked on.
Needless to say, he (and we) got our moneys worth.
This being Yarmouth, strippers on licenced premises were at the discretion of the Cheif Constable who said no but one pub & landlady (God Bless you Molly) got round this by having the girls come on stage naked already and just start dancing. Win all round.
Anyway, the groom to be was muttering all the way there "f
kers, I know whats going on, you won't get me up on stage" etc and so on.Anyway, this day, they had on one of the fittest, sexiest, prettiest girl that anybody had probably seen in GY.
She did 2 dances, reached down into her props producing a can of spray cream and shouted "who's the lucky bridegroom then?"
What followed was very similar to the "I'm Spartacus" scene from the movie and general mayhem as most of the lads & the rest of the pub rushed the stage to get picked on.
Needless to say, he (and we) got our moneys worth.
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