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Jack Corbett lap dancing King thanks to Delirious Delilah

Ha ha ha, We did it just for fun, Renee and me, and then Renee made me Jack Corbett lap dancing King at Stimmelators 555

Renee and I nearly got kicked out of Stimmelators for this. Even though I was spending the weekend with Sam Stimmel the club owner and my good friend.
Renee and I while she was working at Stimmelators. Renee only worked as a dancer for a year or two before settling down with Lee to live in small town America.

So what does this video of Jack lap dancing Renee have to do with Renee making Jack Corbett lap dancing king?

And why is Renee’s picture so dim on the back cover of Life of an Exotic Entertainment Photographer? Or why is Skie backing a mirror on the books front cover?

When you look at Skie’s picture facing the mirror you see two different views of her. Skie is two people with two separate lives in the picture. There’s the beautiful stripper. But beneath the face her customers see in their fantasies is the real Skie.

I’ve taken many pictures of Renee that are equal to the best I’ve ever taken. But after a lot of deliberation I’ve left her back cover picture almost unviewable. To present the enigmatic Renee as the unknowable beautiful showgirl.

As far as I’m concerned, Renee was the queen of them all, and I knew hundreds of feature entertainers and strippers all over the United States. While embodying the finest qualities any woman could have.

Thanks to Renee I became Jack Corbett lap dancing king of Stimmelators. I had brought Angel my best friend to Stimmelators. Which amounted to a 420 mile drive from where Angel and I were living in the Saint Louis Metro East.

By this time Renee had become Delirious Delilah after I had her running a news group I had created on my web site. I took this picture up in MIchigan while visiting Renee and Lee.

While Renee had driven down 72 miles from Michigan with her husband to meet Angel and me at Stimmelators. Angel was an alcoholic in those days and had gone without alcohol for 3 weeks when we met up with Renee.

So here’s Renee, Angel and I sitting at a table at the Stimmelators Strip club, and there’s a lot of Stimmelators dancers coming up to us.

Most of them extremely happy to see Renee who had quit stripping and was now living a normal life with her husband and four children.

And that’s when Renee tried to make me the Jack Corbett lap dancing King of Stimmelators. By trying to sell lap dances to the Stimmelators dancers. Who would have the privilege of having me squirm all over their laps for twenty bucks.

Meanwhile Renee’s husband had run off somewhere in the bar to drink beer with his beer drinking friends. Which was just like Lee. And one of the things I really liked about him.

An ex stripper friend of Renee’s had just bought a desktop computer and asked Renee to repair it for her. But when Renee and I drove to her girlfriend’s apartment, the girlfriend never showed up and had locked us out of her apartment, which did not stop Renee.
Renee repairing her friend’s computer. Renee and I were not happy with her friends unreliability. And believe me, we got our revenge.

Lee knew that Renee and I had this incredible bond. Due to our nearly identical anything goes sense of humor. I’d come up with a totally insane idea and Renee would just roll with it and take it one step further. And vice versa.

And here was poor Angel sitting next to Renee and me looking glum and very jealous. We were drinking a lot with the other Stimmelators dancers drinking with us. While poor Angel had to just sit there drinking coca colas.

After our night out at Stimmelators slowly faded away. And after my pal Tornado had driven down from South Bend, Indiana to join us. I took Angel to Renee and Lees home in Michigan. With Tornado joining us. Where we all stayed all night with Renee and Lee. That was in Buchanon, Michigan where Renee had settled down to live a normal life as a wife and mother in small town Americana.

I certainly could not be playing the role of Jack Corbett lap lancing King in small town Americana. But we certainly could take over one bar. And we did.

While sitting on the beach with Volkmar only 200 yards from my Pattaya condo, I’m thinking of all those old friends from the strip clubs in the U.S. Who are no longer with us. And not just Angel, but big Howard manager at Dollies Playhouse, Selenda from Visions, Doctor Doom who would later help Sam Stimmel manage Stimmelators and now less than a year ago, Sam Stimmel.

This is one of the finest videos I’ve ever done. I’m sitting in the present, 8000 miles away from my last home in the U.S. on the beach just 200 yards from my condo here in Naklua, Thailand with Volmar, one of my best friends.

Volkmar’s German. And one the best educated and smartest men I know. He served on the committee with me running our condo community.

In the video we are having dinner together the Surf and Turf Restaurant watching the sun go down. The restaurant is playing music. While I’m thinking far in the past of those years long gone by.

When I partied long and hard with the finest group of women I ever knew. All of them American strippers or ex strippers like Renee.

When you watch this video the waves of the Gulf of Thailand are slowly ebbing back and forth. But it’s not video. While a couple of men are slowly walking on the beach in front of us. But that’s not video either. It’s a series of pictures I’ve taken with my Nikon DSLR.

And as I’m drinking and talking with Volkmar, I’m thinking about Renee and Angel and all those good times I will never forget. And how Angel is no longer with us. Dead at the age of 36 from a lung disease she was born with.

I’m incredibly sad. But so glad to be with Volkmar here on the beach. While I’m thinking of how Angel, Tornado, Lee, and Renee , Renee’s sister and I all took over that small town Michigan bar.

We take over the bar while the girls take over the toilet. We call it Michigan Trendy Toilet Sex after Dollies Trendy Toilet Sex we all used to do at the Dollies Playhouse over near East Saint Louis.

Related links

The Jack Corbett Book Store where you can buy all six of my books while learning a lot more about Renee and my other friends in the American Adult Entertainment Industry.

The Web Site I did for Stimmelators

Dollies Trendy Toilet Sex…Satire at its best of worse. From the toilet at the Dollies Playhouse strip club in Washington Park, Illinois. With my manager and stripper friends at the Playhouse Dollies became a national known strip club. While becoming so successful due to what we were doing on the internet that the club had to open up a separate room with two more stages.

The Roxy’s Bomb Girl and the James Bond Walther PPK

Taylor posing with the James Bond  Walther PPK

Meet Taylor from PT’s Roxy’s, one of the author’s favorite St. Louis area Clubs, as the Roxy’s Bomb Girl posing with the James Bond Walther PPK

With James Bond now well past his prime it might be wise for him to turn to younger women such as Taylor at PT’s Roxys in Brooklyn, Illinois, who not only has got what it takes to wake James up from the many deep fogs ever since he turned sixty. But is also gravely concerned that his choice of weaponry is too antiquated for him to measure up to his better armed 21st century opponents. The guns of our Roxys Topless Club Bond girl, the subject of this review, are the Walther PPK, the Kahr P 9 and the Seecamp 32 A.C.P.

In Ian Flemming’s early Bond novels, 007 is woefully under equipped with a 25-caliber Beretta automatic,

a small semi auto which is useful if it is at all, at only point blank range, and even at that offers very poor stopping power against anything larger than a baby rabbit. Q, James Bond’s chief armorer for the British Secret Service, insists that Bond replace his pathetic .25 Beretta with the much more powerful PPK in 7.65 mm. For the rest of his career in Ian Fleming’s novels, Bond goes about his daily business of shooting the bad guys with his signature pistol. The James Bond Walther PPK. The reader and later the audience in the 007 movies is assured that Bond is adequately armed for whatever awaits him.

The James Bond Walther PPK is a svelte lightweight pocket pistol engineered by the German Walther Arms Company in the 1930’s, which started as the model PP, but was shortened to a handier sized version, the PPK.

The James Bond PPK broke new ground in modern pistol design because it was double action. That is, a bullet could be chambered into the breech, after which one could push a lever that set the trigger in a position so that the gun could not be fired without undertaking a long hard trigger squeeze.

Double action refers to a single squeeze of the trigger that both cocks and fires the pistol. Although later pistol designs such as the Kahr would replace the external hammer with internal striker mechanisms. With the PPK one could also elect to pull the hammer back and fire the piece with an easy pull in single action mode which one accomplishes by pulling the trigger, thus tripping the hammer, which has already been cocked by the shooter, upon the cartridge’s primer. The gun’s inherent design is very safe since it cannot possibly go off unless the shooter pulls the trigger.

During and after World War II, the German military chose the much more powerful 9mm Parabellum for its service pistols for the most part.

The much smaller and lighter PP and PPK models were sometimes used by officers but were more commonly used by the German police, particularly by the Gestapo and other undercover policemen.

A few years ago there were two designs of the PPK on the commercial market. There was the original PPK from Germany in calibers .22, 7.65 mm, and .380 auto. And the slightly larger American PPK/S. PPK’s are no longer manufactured in Germany. Recently Smith and Wesson became the sole manufacturer and distributor of the PPK/S in the U.S. through a licensing agreement with Walther. Smith and Wesson does not produce the more compact PPK and its PPK/S is currently available in 380 auto only. Prior to Smith and Wesson’s involvement, a company called Interarms imported German made Walthers and subcontracted their manufacture here in the U.S. through a company in Alabama

But quality was not up to German standards and Interarms wound up going belly up. Luckily mine is a pristine German-made PPK in .380 auto, which has a lustrous aftermarket black chrome finish, considered to be more durable than the pistol’s original bluing.

The opinion of “gun experts” on the 380 auto’s man-stopping ability is divided into two camps.

Some consider the .380 auto to be the absolute minimum as a reliable stopper for self-defense whereas many consider it to be inadequate.

But nearly everyone who has even a modicum of knowledge about guns deems Bond’s first pistol, his beloved .25 Beretta, to be worse than a .22 as a stopper. Keep in mind though that Bond’s PPK was chambered in 7.65 mm or what is also known as .32 A.C.P., not 380 auto, a bullet that develops roughly 30 percent more muzzle energy than the .32.

In spite of its deficiencies as a reliable man stopper, the PPK made quite a name for itself for many years. Its lines are trim and seductive, which is probably why Flemming chose the PPK for his suave James Bond character. Its sleek lines combined with relatively low weight made it ideal for concealed carry. Quality of manufacture ensured a reliable weapon that its owner could be proud to carry. And if mine is any indication of most PPK’s, its trigger in single action mode is smooth and light compared to most double action semi autos regardless of caliber.

The James Bond Walther PPK is a beautiful gun, but the question is, can James Bond do better as he tackles the 21st century?

Two likely contenders for Bond’s weapon of choice are the Seecamp .32 and the Kahr P-9.

The Kahr P-9 is virtually the same size as the PPK, yet its Polymer frame allows it to weigh in at just 17.7 ounces to the PPK’s 21. Of supreme importance is the P-9’s chambering in 9 mm which depending on ammo develops anywhere from 350 to 450 foot-pounds of muzzle energy to the .380 Walther’s 200.

But Bond didn’t use a PPK in .380, using instead the even less powerful .32 A.C.P., which develops around 150 foot-pounds at the muzzle.

Which brings up the Seecamp in .32 A.C.P. Seecamp is a small family run operation that has decided not to crank up its production to meet public demand for its excellent little weapon. One can easily wait up to one and a half years for a Seecamp in .32 caliber. I’ve seen them only once at gun shows and I immediately snapped one up. I’ve encountered them much more often in .25 auto, which would leave one as poorly armed as James Bond at the start of his career, who should have been called James Bum for carrying the .25 Beretta in the first place. Only 4 and 1/8th inches long and weighing just 10.5 ounces, the Seecamp is virtually the same size and weight as Bond’s hapless Beretta.

Hailed as the absolute finest small last-ditch close defense pistol ever produced, the principle behind the Seecamp design is that even the most powerful handgun is useless unless its owner has it available when the moment of truth arrives.

The Seecamp is so small and unobtrusive, one could carry it to the beach in his swim trunks, hardly noticing it or being noticed carrying it. It doesn’t have sights,

Which can snag in a pocket. It fires in double action mode only, which means a hard long trigger pull, which makes it very safe to carry. There are no external safeties to complicate things or snag in a jacket or pants pocket.

the 32 caliber Seecamp was so highly regarded that there was a 2 year wait for delivery

And although the .32 A.C.P. is not a .45 or a .357 magnum it’s still the same cartridge that Fleming arms Bond with his PPK. The Seecamp is designed around a single hollow point bullet, the 60 grain Winchester Silvertip, which the company guarantees as the only cartridge the Seecamp can fire reliably and this bullet hits more than twice as hard as any .22 or .25 automatic.

Due to its short sighting radius and absence of sights the Seecamp cannot begin to shoot with either the PPK or the Kahr P-9.

Its strong suit is it’s the utmost in conceivability, a fact dramatized when two police officers once searched my pickup truck for weapons. I had my Seecamp rolled up in my pajamas lying on the floor of the truck. The police officers never found the Seecamp.

The Seecamp is therefore a specialized weapon one has no excuse for not carrying along when one is uncomfortable with carrying larger handguns. So how does the 9-mm Kahr stack up against the PPK?

The PPK at first appears to be a much more finely machined pistol than the much more powerful Kahr P-9. Moreover, its sexy lines are prettier than the blocky Kahr.

My Kahr has a parkerized slide riding on a polymer (plastic) frame whereas the Walther’s black chrome finish is impeccable. Worse, the Kahr fires in double action only which would seem to favor the Walther with its smooth light single action option at the range. But the Kahr shoots the piss out of the PPK. One would think the PPK shoots well for a pocket pistol until one shoots the Kahr.

Although the Kahr is double action only, Kahr’s double action pistols are the smoothest around. The Kahr also benefits from excellent white high contrast sights that line up quickly and efficiently. In fact, the Kahr is so good, it’s competitive with many big name full sized pistols, guns considered far easier to shoot accurately because of their heft and longer sight radius. It’s the kind of pistol a shooter can shoot well at twenty-five yards, a distance considered to be outside the range of nearly all pocket pistols.

Although it’s only been in existence for a few years, Kahr Arms sales have made it one of the forerunners in modern pistol design. Its P-9 9 mm pistol is roughly the same size as a PPK, yet weighs significantly less.

Kahr technology has ensured that it’s stone reliable and if the P-9 isn’t small enough for an over the hill Bond, who might be tempted to go back to his pitiful 25 caliber Beretta, Kahr has recently introduced an even smaller and lighter version of its P-9.

But face it, Bond’s getting old, and rumor has it that he’s going for even younger and more beautiful women. With girls as attractive as our Roxys Bomb girl around, it is likely that we will find Bond going around more scantily clad than ever. If James Bond ever clamors for that .25 Beretta again, there’s the Seecamp, at the same size and weight, which is much safer to carry, and just as powerful as his old PPK.

What you have just read about the James Bond Walther PPK is an amended chapter from Jack’s ground breaking book Extreme Guns and Babes for an Adult World . Read more about it here. Then go to the Jack Corbett Bookstore where you can find all his books.

I create DIck FItswell with his 18 inch penis as a satire

Jim Lllley gave me a choice, to create Dick Fitswell or not to publish at all in his adult magazine, “The Wild Times”.

to create Dick Fitswell I needed Alex to convince me
To create DIck Fitswell it took Alex, to convince me to write what I considered porn. Alex was the first to read my first book, Death on the WIld Side, all 600 pages of it. A stripper working a Dollies Playhouse, Alex would become one of my best friends, a surrogate mother. And a great lady, articulate, well read, smart. She would write her own poetry and have me publish it on alphhapro.com. When I told Alex I didn’t want to create Dick Fitswell, an overly endowed sex maniac wth an 18 inch dick, Alex told me, “Do it Jack. You can do it.” And I’ve been laughing ever since.

Jim Lilley was the owner of the Wild Times, a small adult magazine covering strip clubs, strippers, throughout Missouri and the Saint Louis Metro East. Which is the Illinois side of Saint Louis across the Mississipi River from Missouri.

Jim was a young energetic man I kept enountering throughout the Saint Louis Metro East strip clubs selling advertising in the Wild Times to strip club owners, tattoo artists and other “Adult establishments” throughout the greater Saint Louis area.

I wanted to publish “Return to Visions” in his magazine. But Jim wanted me to create Dick Fitswell.

So when we met in my Collinsville, Illinois apartment Jim told me about a character in the Nashville Times who had an enormous penis. I wasn’t very interested in writing about a man with an 18 inch dick. But Jim kept insisting that I create Dick Fitswell for his Wild Times adult magazine.

I had a choice. To get published or not published in the WIld Times. If I create Dick Fitswell, Jim will publish “Return to Visions”.

So I called Alex. Who was a stripper working at Dollies Playhouse. I told Alex, “I can’t write porn”. I do not want to write about a guy with a huge penis.”

And Alex replied. “Yes you can, Jack. You can create Dick Fitswell. I read all six hundred pages of your book, Death on the Wild Side, and you wrote a lot of very sexually explicit stuff in it. Do it Jack. You won’t be sorry.”

What can I say. Alex was wonderful. But a lot of years have gone since then. Alex was almost a mother to me.

Even though I was a lot older than her. I hope she’s still around, but back in those days Alex was totally unlike any stripper you could possibly dream up. Alex was bright. She read a lot. She was a good mother. And she even wrote poetry which I would publish on my web site here at alphapro.

So when Alex told me to create DIck Fitswell, I got right to it within one hour after getting off the phone with her.

WIth fear and trepidation lurking deep into my soul I started writing about Dick Fitswell. But after writing for just half an hour I started laughing out loud.

It takes me only half an hour to Create Dick Fitswell who will later become my third book, Dick Fitswell the Man in Quest of the Perfect Fit.

the need to create Dick Fitswell became a book you can buy at Amazon
After writing and publishing six books, I still think that Dick Fitswell, the Man in Quest of the Perfect Fit is a masterpiece. My best book ever. Although I have recently written and published its sequel, Pattaya Pattaya Pattaya Confessions of Sin City. When I think of Fitswell, I’m thinking of about the Millers Tale in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. Or Candy by Terry Southern. Both over the top outrageous satire.


So here I am as I create Dick Fitwell laughing my ass off

DIck Fitswell in his younger years. Image created by Scott Wagner. RIP Scott.

“I’m the real man…the man on the prowl…looking, always searching for the perfect woman–not for brains or heart, but for the perfect fit. So listen upall you men who really want to score and see why I’m called Dick Fitswell…I’m the man with the plan—the man who makes it happen. Now let me tell you about last night.”

I hate country bars. Music’s terrible. Conversation’s piss poor. But they got women in this place and that’s the bottom line. I need it real bad tonight because last night was such a bummer. The girl was too damn short for me and it just didn’t feel right with her clinging onto me…as she kept crying out, “I love you Dick”. I spy a tall blonde with great breasts. I can feel myself in her already. She’s mine. “She’s not looking at me yet,” I tell myself as I pull my shirt up a bit which exposes my magnificent chest. I tighten up my arms and watch the veins pop out of my forearms. I’m the shit. “How would you like to fall in love tonight?” I ask her.

Good line. I used to use–“Got a light?” but a lot of women don’t like the smell of cigarettes on a man. Now I’ll often get myself into a little sweat by exerting myself outside a bar before I walk in such as running around its parking lot a few times to give myself just the right amount of B.O. A lot of women love that smell…Makes them think they are with a real man.”

Alex’s pictures and poetry

More than Jim Lilly, it was Alex who had me create Dick Fitswell. But I still often think of Jim Lilly, a supremely talented do it all adult magazine owner. Who would choose his models and do nearly all the pictures in the Wild Times. And had a contagious peronality that just wouldn’t quite. I don’t know what happened to him. Don’t know what happened to Alex either. Because I’ve been gone so long. Living here in Thailand for the last 16 years.

I would write and publish something like seven Dick Fitswell misadventure stories for Xtreme Magazine. And continue to write about Fitswell until I wrote and published Dick Fitsell, the Man in Quest for the Perfect Fit.

But after moving to Thailand I decided to Create Dick Fitswell once again. I had Dick Fitsell move to Pattaya just like myself. Where Fitswell bought a bar on Pattaya’s infamous Soi Six. Which he called Big Dick’s. And hired a mamasan he called Angry Pussy.

Dick Fitswell in his later years just before he moved to Thailand.
Dick Fitwell in his later years just before he moved to Pattaya where he buys the infamous Soi Six bar, BIg Dicks.
Once he moved to Thailand and started up his own bar in Pattaya, which he called Big Dicks, Fitswell had beds made for each of his upstairs rooms just like this one.

When I created Dick Fitswell the last thing I wanted to do was to write pornography. Which for me would have been a complete waste of time and which I could take no pride in doing whatsoever.

But once I got into my first Fitswell misadventure, “Dick Fitswell picks up a Girl in a Country Western Bar” I couldn’t finish laughing. So I went on to write “Dick Fitswell at the Swinger’s Club” which got me laughing even harder. As one thing led to another, I kept placing my Dick Fitswell character into the most bizarre situations I could imagine. While at the end of each Dick Fitswell scenario, Fitswell usually outsmarts himself. And becomes a victim of his own outrageous schemes.

But by the time I had finshed writing and publishing Dick Fitswell the Man in Quest of the Perfect Fit, I had become more and more convinced that a very large percentage of men had acquired a malady that I will call Dickitis. Or my DIck is bigger than your dick syndrom.

I will put it this way. A large and perhaps even a majority of all men are total control freaks.

Just think about men who either from some misguided sense of their superiority to other men want to show off their being more powerful than those they regard as lesser men. Or, men with inferiority complexes that drive them to compenstate for their sense of inadequacy by lording it over the men and women around them.

Either way, it all comes down to showing “My dick is bigger than your dick.” The bigger dick taking the form of a bigger more expensive car, I am stronger than you, I have more money than you. My house is bigger than your house. My wife is more beautiful than yours. I am smarter than you. I am more handsome than you. I can fuck more women than you (even if I have to pay for it).

Dickitis leads to trying to dominate and control others around him. Especially those who appear vulnerable to his bullying.

Dickitis is the foundation for practically all wars. And it’s usually men rather than women who start most wars. Because women are more inclined to be nurturers. Who do not want their sons or daughters to march off to war and be killed.

The longer I stayed in Thailand, the more convinced I became that far too many men were so much like the DIck Fitsell character I had created. Which compelled me to create Dick Fitswell once again. Only this time, Dick Fitswell would move to Thailand to become the owner of a Soi Six bordello. Where he could assemble a group of disciples worshipping the holy penis. Out of these disciples he would later pick the greatest control freak among them to become his Saint Peter.

The result coming out of this became Pattaya Pattaya Pattaya Confessions of Sin City.

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