I used to be a dancer in England. It paid my tuition fees at uni because I could not get a student loan (international student).
I was so grateful that there were so many seedy men (and women) who were stupid enough to part with their money to pay for my law degree. Thanks for that.
But be under no illusion. They’re fucking disgusting establishments. And I worked in the “classy/upmarket” gentleman’s clubs.
Touching was allowed if I was okay with it. Married men who I was paid to act as though I fancied would take it literally and leave me their phone number or end up coming back without the rest of the stag party at later dates or turn into a stalker. I guarantee any man who has a private dance isn’t bored, like they usually tell their wives. Out of thousands of men I danced for, only one didn’t get erect, and he was there for his 85th birthday. I’d say that 70-80% of men asked for more or extras. Ironically the younger, single men were less likely to ask. If I had a pound for every time a married man told me he wasn’t getting any at home and how he’d love to fuck me, I could have been almost a millionaire (exaggerating, but)…
Oh and when you say no to extras/exchanging numbers to a man who is portraying himself as Mr Nice Guy (usually the married family man), you go from stunning sex goddess to skanky ho in less than 0.4 seconds.
I always felt sad when I saw the wedding rings, wondering why those men were there. Even more sad when they’d open their wallet to stuff a sneaky tenner into my vulva with their mouth and you’d spot their kids pics in the wallet.
The drinks are horrendously expensive. Even then I’d think jeez, the price of those three beers you could have bought your wife a lovely bouquet of flowers and your kids a nice toy each, but hey ho.
The men saw women as a commodity. As entertainment. They’d comment on our bodies like we were not human. No men I ever came across in my role of a dancer would I ever want to be in a relationship with. Except the bouncers, they were usually really decent and protective, other than the few on a power trip.
I married a man who has never stepped foot in a strip club. I love that for me.
Just my two cents. You put up with what you’re prepared to put up with. For me, I wouldn’t be with someone who goes to strip clubs but kudos to those women who are somehow okay with it :)