So here is a crazy story, true. old, but true. late 90's. i grew up in a block in queens that all families knew each other. my front neighbor, george, had 3 daughters. him and his wife were born in Greece and emigrated to good old usa. his girls, all born here. i moved out of my the block in the early 80's. yup a young nyc punk. but moved to my own place.
i was a little older, 5-7 years than his older daughter. before anyone starts getting crazy look at the time line. late 90's vs early 80's.
any how, 1995 or 96, my good friend, Richie, who was obsessed with strip clubs, invites me to his favorite place. gallahers on queens blvd, close to the 59st bridge, i believe it is still there, idk. i have not gone that way in years. it was to celebrate his birthday.
strip joints never ever my thing, so i do not know the scene. but i don not judge. if your thing write a review! full disclosure. have not bn in one in over 30 years. by myself. no true, i actually took my SO to one 10 years ago. that is a story for another thread. i digress.
gallahers had the round bar with the dancing stage in the middle. very old school, nothing like what i saw 10 years ago, with the nice couches and multiple stages, bottle service. back in the day, it was a huge circular bar with the girls dancing in the middle. atractive bartenders selling you 5 dollars heinekens in a bottle. no vip section either. i know. sounds crazy. not that things did not happen, but not usually at the club. richie usued to call it....yup...take out. he is a regular at the joint, no lie, he would go every night, his family owned some bars in queens which he ran, 5 or 6 of them. that meant late hours for him and also cash. he catered food and closed part of the club for his party.
it is about 20 of us. we all knew each other. 10 girls appear. they start flirting with all of us. dancing and rubbing against us. the sop in the joint is that you buy the girls drinks and tip them before they dance or after they dance. they all know richie and they know the are going to make money. i see this particular girl, beautiful,
to me, i am attracted to her. mediterranean olive skin, dark hair, curves all over and she is young. she also has a queens accent. no unusual for the place, but other girls are latinas, eastern european, ebony, she is different.
at this point in my life, i have some cash and lived in the upper east side, nothing fancy, but it was a doorman building. which has some issues in itself, yup, bigger tips on christmas so they mind their own business. there is something about this girl, her stage name maria. i know. lame. i gave her many tips and spent most of the night talking with her. remember that this is before cell phones for every one. no one had one. she would not give me her home number. i tried. so...plan b.
told richie, hey bud i am coming with you all next week to see the dancers, he said, wait, i'll find when maria is scheduled. the way it worked in strip places, not sure if that is anymore the case, the ladies paid the place to dance, they pay for certain days. some days are more expensive than others. it also depends on how many regulars the lady has. maria was dancing 3 days a week. great. went with richie for the next 3 weeks to see maria dance. yup on the third week got her number and a dinner date to the city.
took a few more dinners and visits to her dancing venue before she stayed at my place. never boyfriend/girlfriend feeling. mater of fact, i had a steady girlfriend. it felt more like friends with benefits. never paid her for any sex or time together. at gallahers, always tipped her. got to know her real name. she was a student at st johns, cool friend. so one night i am visiting her at gallahers and she tells me, i has having a few extra heinekens, i had no car at the time, lived and worked in the big bad city, i want you to stay at my place, cool, i said. then she tells me. i rent my parents basement apartment. but it has its own entrance. cool.
her shift is over and we leave . i get in her car, yup, parking meters under the 7? we got a bite to eat at georgias dinner. yup, this is the crazy part, she starts driving and headed the way i grew up. i even know the freeking bus route, q-17 q-88, yes folks..... i sleept in georges house. my old block, which i still had family living there. crazy story. never stayed at her placed again. she moved on. moved to long island. we kept in touch for a while. i no longer have family on the block.
last we saw each other, yup, friends with benefits, 15 years, george had passed. i always felt guilty. please george! forgive me, for staying and having sex with your strip dancing daughter amelia in your house.
ymmv, stay safe. apologies for long story!
the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in the writing are fictitious. No persons, living or deceased, places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
i was a little older, 5-7 years than his older daughter. before anyone starts getting crazy look at the time line. late 90's vs early 80's.
any how, 1995 or 96, my good friend, Richie, who was obsessed with strip clubs, invites me to his favorite place. gallahers on queens blvd, close to the 59st bridge, i believe it is still there, idk. i have not gone that way in years. it was to celebrate his birthday.
strip joints never ever my thing, so i do not know the scene. but i don not judge. if your thing write a review! full disclosure. have not bn in one in over 30 years. by myself. no true, i actually took my SO to one 10 years ago. that is a story for another thread. i digress.
gallahers had the round bar with the dancing stage in the middle. very old school, nothing like what i saw 10 years ago, with the nice couches and multiple stages, bottle service. back in the day, it was a huge circular bar with the girls dancing in the middle. atractive bartenders selling you 5 dollars heinekens in a bottle. no vip section either. i know. sounds crazy. not that things did not happen, but not usually at the club. richie usued to call it....yup...take out. he is a regular at the joint, no lie, he would go every night, his family owned some bars in queens which he ran, 5 or 6 of them. that meant late hours for him and also cash. he catered food and closed part of the club for his party.
it is about 20 of us. we all knew each other. 10 girls appear. they start flirting with all of us. dancing and rubbing against us. the sop in the joint is that you buy the girls drinks and tip them before they dance or after they dance. they all know richie and they know the are going to make money. i see this particular girl, beautiful,
to me, i am attracted to her. mediterranean olive skin, dark hair, curves all over and she is young. she also has a queens accent. no unusual for the place, but other girls are latinas, eastern european, ebony, she is different.
at this point in my life, i have some cash and lived in the upper east side, nothing fancy, but it was a doorman building. which has some issues in itself, yup, bigger tips on christmas so they mind their own business. there is something about this girl, her stage name maria. i know. lame. i gave her many tips and spent most of the night talking with her. remember that this is before cell phones for every one. no one had one. she would not give me her home number. i tried. so...plan b.
told richie, hey bud i am coming with you all next week to see the dancers, he said, wait, i'll find when maria is scheduled. the way it worked in strip places, not sure if that is anymore the case, the ladies paid the place to dance, they pay for certain days. some days are more expensive than others. it also depends on how many regulars the lady has. maria was dancing 3 days a week. great. went with richie for the next 3 weeks to see maria dance. yup on the third week got her number and a dinner date to the city.
took a few more dinners and visits to her dancing venue before she stayed at my place. never boyfriend/girlfriend feeling. mater of fact, i had a steady girlfriend. it felt more like friends with benefits. never paid her for any sex or time together. at gallahers, always tipped her. got to know her real name. she was a student at st johns, cool friend. so one night i am visiting her at gallahers and she tells me, i has having a few extra heinekens, i had no car at the time, lived and worked in the big bad city, i want you to stay at my place, cool, i said. then she tells me. i rent my parents basement apartment. but it has its own entrance. cool.
her shift is over and we leave . i get in her car, yup, parking meters under the 7? we got a bite to eat at georgias dinner. yup, this is the crazy part, she starts driving and headed the way i grew up. i even know the freeking bus route, q-17 q-88, yes folks..... i sleept in georges house. my old block, which i still had family living there. crazy story. never stayed at her placed again. she moved on. moved to long island. we kept in touch for a while. i no longer have family on the block.
last we saw each other, yup, friends with benefits, 15 years, george had passed. i always felt guilty. please george! forgive me, for staying and having sex with your strip dancing daughter amelia in your house.
ymmv, stay safe. apologies for long story!
the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in the writing are fictitious. No persons, living or deceased, places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
