The idea that peelers (and - for some unknown reason - particularly suburban peelers) are thinly-disguised handjob houses is still mostly false. The vast majority of venues would not risk their liquor licence (aka the bulk of their revenue stream) by allowing the strippers to whack off every other dude that drops $20 on a lap dance, especially when the patrons can go down the block and get whatever they want for half the price at a rub+tug.
I'm not exactly a regular at peelers. I think they're basically sleazy, overpriced joints for sad-sack mofos and tow truck drivers, and I more or less only go for friends' birthdays and for the benefit of out-of-town buddies. That being said, I've been to quite a few joints across the GTA, both downtown and suburban. I've had drunken buddies get lap dances and try to negotiate "extras", only to be rebuffed across the board.
Maybe things were different years ago, but apart from the odd alignment of particularly sleazy dancer and customer, rampant backroom $40 handjobs etc are a myth. But hey, some Triber knows someone who was a stripper and heard that some girls had orgies in the men's room in exchange for Skittles, so who knows!?
Now if it were one or two strippers at a hall or hotel rented by the groom's friends, I'd say that stuff like that would be far more likely, since:
a) the stripper would not lose her job if caught
b) the dude wouldn't lose his cash and get tossed from the joint if caught
c) there's likely far less oversight in terms of security/staff in general
[SQUARE];4291534 said:I have been to strip clubs more than my boyfriend. Actually I'm pretty sure he has never been. I wouldn't have an issue if he did decide to go and would just think he was stupid if he got a lap dance as its a lot of money to spend for a few minutes of a girl pretending to rub her junk on you.
I know a guy like that. He had a problem with drinking and strip clubs (and other problems I think). He lived about an hour from TO. On a fairly regular basis he would call on a Tuesday at noon to announce that he had skipped out on work, driven to Toronto and would be drinking at the peelers for 8 hours. He would end up falling for some stripper and prying off his wedding band as he didn't want to blow his shot her with her. It was always some overweight stripper because he only cared about one thing - enormous udder-like boobs. To the exclusion of all consideration for other attributes (or lack of attributes).Lol.. remembering last bachelor party I went to.. One chick did her job REALLY well... you shoulda seen the guy after..
"turns out we're from the same home town... I think she really likes me!"
He was blown away for like 24 hours after that experience... Ya guy... Im sure she was into you....
My ex-girlfriend used to work coat check at the Rail. She came home one day and said that one of the girls had gotten in trouble for getting fingered. She also said that this same girl was always getting in trouble for getting fingered.I doubt very much you're talking about 'respectable' joints wrt extras. More like the places around the airport or way the fuck out in Sauga or Brampton, by and large. This shit isn't happening at Zanzibar or the Rail or FYEO.