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Remembering Big Daddy's
My first time in Big Daddy's sounds of joy are in the air
Smells of whiskey and tobacco, sights of dancers linger there
The sign above the open door announces what goes on inside
For entertaining gentlemen. It's my first time on the ride
The swing that's in the window is the first to set the mood
With the mannequin upon it in an unclothed attitude
The room is dark when entered. Lights burn brightly o'er the bar
Kitty's swinging on a pole, where she's not the only star
Her friends and pals surround her. I cannot believe my eyes
It appears as if they're naked. My flaccid cock begins to rise
I take a seat beside the bar with some dollars in my grip
To put them in the garters, of the dancers, for a tip
Several of them come before me, their bodies entertain my eyes
I see they have on “G” strings, when they move and spread their thighs
Their breasts are swaying in the air, legs from ass down to the floor
I rid myself of many dollars. I'm so glad I'm in the door
All of them are beautiful, imagination says they ball
I ask Kitty for a lap dance. She takes me to a darkened wall
I sit upon a chair that's there. She straddles legs around my hips
My cock is hard and ready, through my pants, I feel her lips
I already know she loves me and I am the only one
My balls begin to tingle but the fun has just begun
She grinds her pussy on me, rubs her tits upon my chest
My hands begin to wander. They want to feel her moistened nest
She moves her own to stop me. She says that's not allowed
The fact that you are trying, makes me glad I'm here and proud
Proud that I can give you pleasure, because I really like this job.
She renews her grinding efforts and her ass begins to bob
I can't take it any longer. Her movements make me shoot my load
My pants are wet with semen, because my cock has overflowed
Never thought that that would happen, Miss Kitty was a thrill
Went to clean up in the bathroom, left her a hundred dollar bill
That was many years ago, Big Daddy's is no longer there
Kitty's now Deep Underground, writing of her love affair
With Big Daddy's and with New Orleans, that will never be the same
I left that night with no goodbyes, never giving her my name
Smells of whiskey and tobacco, sights of dancers linger there
The sign above the open door announces what goes on inside
For entertaining gentlemen. It's my first time on the ride
The swing that's in the window is the first to set the mood
With the mannequin upon it in an unclothed attitude
The room is dark when entered. Lights burn brightly o'er the bar
Kitty's swinging on a pole, where she's not the only star
Her friends and pals surround her. I cannot believe my eyes
It appears as if they're naked. My flaccid cock begins to rise
I take a seat beside the bar with some dollars in my grip
To put them in the garters, of the dancers, for a tip
Several of them come before me, their bodies entertain my eyes
I see they have on “G” strings, when they move and spread their thighs
Their breasts are swaying in the air, legs from ass down to the floor
I rid myself of many dollars. I'm so glad I'm in the door
All of them are beautiful, imagination says they ball
I ask Kitty for a lap dance. She takes me to a darkened wall
I sit upon a chair that's there. She straddles legs around my hips
My cock is hard and ready, through my pants, I feel her lips
I already know she loves me and I am the only one
My balls begin to tingle but the fun has just begun
She grinds her pussy on me, rubs her tits upon my chest
My hands begin to wander. They want to feel her moistened nest
She moves her own to stop me. She says that's not allowed
The fact that you are trying, makes me glad I'm here and proud
Proud that I can give you pleasure, because I really like this job.
She renews her grinding efforts and her ass begins to bob
I can't take it any longer. Her movements make me shoot my load
My pants are wet with semen, because my cock has overflowed
Never thought that that would happen, Miss Kitty was a thrill
Went to clean up in the bathroom, left her a hundred dollar bill
That was many years ago, Big Daddy's is no longer there
Kitty's now Deep Underground, writing of her love affair
With Big Daddy's and with New Orleans, that will never be the same
I left that night with no goodbyes, never giving her my name
Published 14th Mar 2023
Author's Note
Inspired by ms_kitty_lagniappe and her memories of Big Daddy's in New Orleans.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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14th Mar 2023 10:19am
Kudos eightmore! You made me smile and even chuckle this morning 😊 I have to say that the 80s were a wild time! We would dance on top of tables at Big Daddy’s, wearing heels that could double as weapons. But unfortunately, one of the dancers fell off the table and got hurt. She ended up suing Rick (the club owner) and that was the end of that. From then on, we had to dance on wooden boxes, which weren't exactly stable, but at least Rick didn't have to worry about any more lawsuits.
Of course, things got even crazier during Mardi Gras! We had to grab those boxes and make our way through the crowds of partygoers, which was a workout in itself. But hey, it was all worth it.
Eventually, Big Daddy’s got remodeled and we got the champagne room. It was a private oasis where customers could get a little extra attention, and we could make some serious cash. But there was a catch - the room had cameras, and the DJ and head bartender were always watching. Some girls would try to bribe them not to watch, but if Rick caught wind of anything going on, the girl would be fired and the man kicked out.
All in all, my time at Big Daddy’s was a wild ride, full of laughter, sweat, and some seriously high heels. But I wouldn't trade those memories for anything in the world!
Of course, things got even crazier during Mardi Gras! We had to grab those boxes and make our way through the crowds of partygoers, which was a workout in itself. But hey, it was all worth it.
Eventually, Big Daddy’s got remodeled and we got the champagne room. It was a private oasis where customers could get a little extra attention, and we could make some serious cash. But there was a catch - the room had cameras, and the DJ and head bartender were always watching. Some girls would try to bribe them not to watch, but if Rick caught wind of anything going on, the girl would be fired and the man kicked out.
All in all, my time at Big Daddy’s was a wild ride, full of laughter, sweat, and some seriously high heels. But I wouldn't trade those memories for anything in the world!
So was I close for any of your lap dances?
Just curious. What you’re doing is so great!
Cheers and ovations for the effort!
Just curious. What you’re doing is so great!
Cheers and ovations for the effort!
At Big Daddy's, there were no lap dances - we had to stand on a box. If any customers tried to grab us, they were kicked out. Rick, the owner of the clubs on Bourbon, had a strict policy in place regarding any dancer who engaged in any extra activities. If caught, they were immediately fired. Rick was not willing to risk losing his clubs over a frisky dancer. Those who did engage in such activities were sent to side clubs, while the rest of the dancers followed the rules. It's clear that there were plenty of us who were willing to abide by the rules and standards of the club, and they weren't going to put up with any rule breakers. It put everyone's job at risk. In New Orleans, it's against the law to perform lap dances in strip clubs, and the clubs were frequently raided by the police. Because of this, it was crucial for the dancers to perform correctly and follow all regulations to avoid any legal trouble.
15th Mar 2023 7:25am
Thanks for clearing that up. Big Daddy’s was definitely a different kind of place.
