Part 2: ‘Up In ‘Da Club’
The Grand Entry
So here you are. You’re in the right place, you’re well dressed, you’re not overly drunk, and you are ready to roll. First things first, you have to get in the door. Now you have stacked the deck in your favour here, the well dressed, sober guys never have an issue with the bouncers, you are their favourite clients. They will be too busy telling Johnny-redneck why his pluggers are not appropriate to do anything but wave you in and wish you a good night. You pass through the lobby, maybe a sexy little thing takes some cash for the cover charge, and then you are in the mix. The lights twirls, the music thumps and lovely ladies shake their lovely lady lumps. Now is the time to resist the urge to act like a 5 year old at his birthday party and play it cool. If there is a hostess, she will take you to your table, if not, head to the bar to grab a drink. You want to take your time, survey the scene and feel the vibe of the club. You have all night, get comfortable. By not jumping the gun you won’t risk breaking the club rules with your enthusiasm. If you have any questions, ask. The girls will appreciate you taking the time to learn the rules and you will avoid being blacklisted by the dancers at best, and thrown out on your head by the bouncers at worst.
You are settled in, you have a good grasp on what is and isn’t allowed and it’s time to start enjoying yourself. Since you are sober and dressed the part you will be a likely target of the girls walking the floor. Remember you don’t have to take a dance from every girl who walks past. If you have your eye on a particular girl and others are offering dances, just say no thank you. You don’t need to come up with a lame excuse, or take a dance you don’t want. The girls are professionals, they won’t be upset if you don’t want a dance, but they do tire of lame excuses from guys who are not man enough to just say a simple “no thanks”. Just try keep it together when you have that unbelievably sexy minx grinding all over you, if you are fun, show her respect, and tip well, she will be coming back again and again.
How big do you wanna go?
Now that you are settled in, have had a few lap dances on the floor, and are getting the hang of the place, it’s decision time. Being the respectable, fun and generous fella you are, you will undoubtedly be offered a private dance. This usually involves you, one or more girls, a small booth with a curtain and an unforgettable experience. This will undoubtedly be the highlight of your evening, but there are a few pitfalls to avoid. The first is price, if money is an object to you then don’t be afraid to ask for a price upfront. Private dances can be costly, and once you’re in there with the girl or girls time will magically fly by. You are better off asking a price upfront so you know what you are in for. No one likes a punter who can’t pay his bill. The other trap is getting too handsy and having your time cut short. This falls back to asking first. Some girls won’t mind some light touching, but you need to clear it with them first to avoid getting yourself in trouble. The common theme here is if in doubt, ask the question. They will be well aware you are not a seasoned patron and it’s much better to ask questions than spoil your night from being misinformed.
So there you have it, tick the box off your man-card of visiting a strip club. By being prepared you avoided the traps, and set yourself up for a great night. You can leave the club, wallet a little lighter, but equipped with a solid whack of life experience and some very fond memories of Chrissy, Missy, Bella, Chantel, Jenna….
Part 1: Be Prepared.
Choose Your Arena
Happy birthday, now it’s time for the age old rite of passage, your first strip club visit. The first step is choosing a club, now no doubt your year or two older friends will currently be proclaiming their expertise in all things stripper “nah man you have to go to this club, Saturday nights go off!” (he has been once, on a wednesday, and got blackout drunk so doesn’t remember much) but don’t let them sway you, unless they are the type of guy who knows whats up and can make a good recommendation, make up your own mind. Look into the local clubs, but don’t be afraid to do a little traveling, after all you only get one first strip club experience, make it count! You have to decide what type of experience is for you. Do you want a rough around the edges, anything goes kind of joint where you can get a bit rowdy, shoot some pool on a dodgy table in a dark corner while the ladies dance on stage and wake-up with your wallet some-what intact, or do you want the glitz and glamour of a full-on club with suit-clad bouncers, girls who look like they have stepped off a magazine cover and into your backroom lapdance dreams, rounds of shots that could come with a payment plan and waking up in the morning wondering if it was all a dream. Whatever your style if you do the research you will find a club that will make a mark on your becoming a man.
The outfit of choice here should reflect the establishment you’re attending, but there are a few general rules. Don’t wear shorts, come on dude that’s a no brainer, you have to look the part, this is a strip club, not a footy game. No sharp belts, zips, chains etc, you don’t want the ladies avoiding you because the chain on your wallet (stop living in the 90’s) scratched up their supple skin. Wear something classy and comfortable, for both you and the ladies who will be gracing your lap through the evening, the girl will give much better dances if they are not getting stabbed and scratched by your poor fashion choices.
Less Booze, More Boobs
Now that you have chosen the club and your outfit is on point, it’s time for the pregame. Don’t fall into the “i’ll get drunk before I go, save money on drinks when I’m out” trap. This is a solid plan for a night out with the boys, hitting up the nightclubs, but this is a bad move for a strip club. Sure the drinks are more expensive, but the drinks are not the reason you are there. No, it’s the gorgeous women wearing anything from barely-there to not-at-all-outfits strutting their stuff on stage or floating around the floor looking to make your dreams come true. Nothing turns a lovely young lady off faster than a slobbering drunk kid who can barely hold his head up. Keep your wits about you and you will have much more fun. A few beers with the boys at the pub is perfect to get warmed up for the night ahead but trust us, the girls, and the bouncers, will appreciate your relative sobriety.
Now you are primed and ready to enter the adult disneyland of the stip club, a little preperation has gone a long way, and this could just be the best night of your life. Part 2 of this guide covers you once you are inside, and will give you tips on how to charm the bouncers, attract the girls and generally cover up the first time jitters. Stay tuned.
How to host a classy bachelor party.
So your friend is getting married, and he has named you best man. It’s a great honour, and we are sure you are playing your part helping out with any and all wedding preparations, but we all know the main duty of the best man, aside from crossing swords with any would be wedding interrupters, is organizing the bachelor party. Now this seems so easy for all those fellas out there who spend their weekends watching footy and drinking beer, but your friend isn’t into that scene. He is more of a glass of wine, talk about the big issues kinda guy, and this presents a bit of a dilemma. The typical ‘get the boys, get some beer, get some boobs’ bachelor party just isn’t something your friend is going to be into, you know this, and that is part of why you have been chosen as best man, because you know him well enough to know that isn’t what he wants.
What Happens at the Bachelor Party Stays at the Bachelor Party
Now let’s be clear, we are talking about options for guys who are legitimately more interested in atypical bachelor party options, not guys who are railroaded into reciting “I just don’t want to objectify women” by overbearing pseudo-feminist fiancés (we say “pseudo” because real feminists respect other women’s rights to enjoy making money from and having fun with their sexuality). Just because his future wife doesn’t like the idea of strippers doesn’t mean you don’t have strippers. There is a reason for the saying “what happens in vegas…” With that in mind, some guys just wouldn’t be comfortable with a full on strip show, and that’s ok.
Fear not, just because you are breaking from the norm doesn’t mean you are heading for lame bachelor party lane, and just because you are not booking a XXX stage show dosn’t mean you can’t have some lovely female company at the bachelor party. Here at Red Foxx we understand that different people have very different tastes, and our beautiful foxxes offer a large range of services suited to any and all groups and parties. For starters You can hire some skimpy barmaids, and have gorgeous, classy ladies serving you drinks while wearing ultra sexy black lingerie. This is a great way to give your bachelor party a proper bachelor party vibe while keeping it classy. To go one step further have the attendees suit up and fulfil all their James Bond super spy fantasies by swilling cocktails and playing cards surrounded by gorgeous, flirty women. Add in a card dealer who can be dressed in a slinky dress, completely naked, or anywhere in between and now you are really taking. You can hire a lovely Foxx to perform a show that is more dance than stripping, while still holding all the sexual allure that you desire, but without the leery nature of a XXX show.
Choose Red Foxx for Your Bachelor Party
The possibilities are endless, and you can tailor your bachelor party to perfectly suit the groom’s tastes, whatever kind of guy he is. Red Foxx are the experts in all levels of bachelor party entertainment. Contacts us through our website and we can help you plan the perfect party. For all your bachelor party entertainment needs in Perth and surrounding areas we have you covered.
The Hottest Thing Down Under
Men like looking at women, preferably with minimal clothing on, everyone knows this. Aussie
blokes are certainly no exception, and with our hot climate and endless beaches the red-blooded
males of this country are spoiled with bikini-clad babes for most of the year. But what’s better than
a smoking hot babe with killer curves and legs for days wearing a tiny bikini? Well a smoking hot
babe with killer curves and legs for days -not- wearing that tiny bikini of course.
Now unfortunately society – the damn prudes – frown upon wearing your birthday suit in public, so
how are all the hard-working blokes supposed to fulfill their genetic need to see some great boobs?
Well that’s where strip clubs come in. It’s the simplest business model around, you take all the
things people want, in the case of men it’s booze, music, boobs and beautiful women, and you put
them all into a building and charge money for the experience.
Strip Clubs in Australia: Everything You Could Want Under One Roof
The advantages for the patrons are quite obvious. You get to sit and drink in a place full of
beautiful, scantily-clad women who flirt with you and for a small fee will hop on your lap.
The girls are doing quite alright out of the situation too. The opportunity to make good money while
having a good time is something rare that needs to be jumped on. Girls who do bucks parties and
private functions can make a really great wage for a few hours of their time. Now some people will
chime in “but it’s degrading, have some self respect” well let me put it this way, is having some
sleazy boss drool over you at your minimum wage customer service job, while you have to grin and
bear some stick-up-her-butt middle aged witch chewing you out because “well the store used to
carry it, why can’t I find it, you are not being helpful enough” when really she is just taking out all
her frustrations with her ill-raised petulant teenager and emotionally absent husband who just can’t
pretend to care anymore, any less degrading than flaunting your natural assets and having a flirty
giggle with some clients who worship the ground you walk on? The latter certainly pays a lot better.
Strippers at Your Buck’s Party: An Australian Institution
The mention of the word “stripper” can conjure many different images in the male mind. For some
it’s the flashy club with whirling lights and thumping bass, girls on stage twirling and gyrating in
time to the beat. For others it’s opening the door to the perfectly done-up hottie, long coat on over
lingerie and large prop-bag in hand, while the boys all jostle for position around the groom-to-be,
giddy with excitement for the show to come. For others it’s the gorgeous minx serving drinks in
nothing but a g-string and killer heels for the business component of business-before-pleasure.
Red Foxx Girls: The Hottest Strippers in Australia
Whatever comes to mind when you think strippers, you can look no further than Red Foxx in Perth.
Here at Red Foxx we have all the sexy ladies you could ever wish for, ready to add that sex appeal
to your party or function. Our ladies can be as naughty or nice as you like with services including
skimpy barmaids, topless waitresses, fully nude waitresses, strippers, and full-on multi-girl shows.
The sky (or more accurately your blood pressure) is the limit. Browse the website today for a full
list of services, prices and of course the gallery with jaw dropping photos of the Foxxy ladies available
for you to hire for your buck’s party, poker night, grand final party , birthday, boat charter or work function!
The Hen’s Night: Pre-Game
It’s the big night. I have sat through cake tastings, dress fittings, agonized over napkin choices and spent months
on call to chase away pre-wedding jitters with a bottle of red wine and some sarcasm. I have done all this
(somewhat) happily, after all she has been my best friend since we were five, but tonight is the big night, the hens
party. I had it all planned out, every detail. First was high-tea and party games to keep the in-laws feeling included,
then off to the hotel with the inner circle. Champagne, loud music, killer heels, laughs and anticipation were
tossed around until we were ready to hit the scene. A stretch limo ride with obligatory bride-out-the-sunroof
shenanigans carried us here, and we stand poised, our outfits walking the line between too-much and not-enough
like a circus act, ready to enter the fray. The assembled-from-spare-bulldozer-parts bouncer gives us nod and a
knowing wink as he opens the door wide for us to tumble through.
The Hen’s Night: First Dance
Our heads spin from our not-drunk-just-a-little-tipsy buzz as the lights flash and the waves of bass crash over us.
On stage a well muscled male stripper turns up the heat on stage as he rhythmically transitions from fireman to all-
man. A hunky waiter with a cute smile appears and we follow him to a table shamelessly checking out his butt and
giggling like a gaggle of school girls. A round of drinks, (“shots!” Declares the bride-to-be), act as liquid courage as
I scan the room looking for a target for her first lapdance. I spot him from across the room, moving with a slow
sexy swagger that’s born from the confidence of wash-board abs and perfect teeth. I approach him and as he
flashes me a big smile I point out the lady of the evening. She is hard to miss, wearing all white with her dollar-
store veil. “My friend would like a lap-dance”, I blurt out, and he winks and makes his way over. He introduces
himself and offers his hand, she takes it and is led to a chair set apart from the table. As she sits he walks slowly
around her, all eyes on him as he prepares to practice his craft.
The Hen’s Night: In Full Swing
As the night rolls on the drinks flow and the nervous giggles become a raucous of laughter. The liquid courage and
casual-confidence of the male strippers washes all of our inhibitions out the door. Notes are stuffed in G-strings,
lap-dances abound and some very creative party games have us in stitches. The DJ spins some karaoke classics
that we belt out at the top of our lungs, complete with all the dance moves we pretend not to remember and we
drown in a tidal wave of debaucherous frivolity. I look over at my childhood friend hooting at a male stripper, bank
note in hand, beckoning him toward her. She is so far removed from the woman having a panic attack about where
to seat her estranged aunt and uncle of a week ago, and I am thrilled. This Hen’s Night will be legendary, talked
about for years to come and I mentally pat myself on the back for a job well done. I am disturbed from my moment
of self-congratulation by a hand on my shoulder. Well hello blue-eyes, why yes, I’d love a lap dance…