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Chili Palmer
01-15-2006, 07:34 PM
Okay, my guess based on your comments and where you're located is that the MILF in question is Kayla Kupcakes. If it is, you'd definitely fit her profile, as she nailed most of Miami Dolphins and whole lotta other like dat.
It's your money, but I say go for it.
CP
Richard_Head
01-16-2006, 11:27 AM
Friday January 13, 2005
I found myself in Las Vegas this past weekend, of course that meant a SC visit or two. Friday night we decided on the Spearmint Rhino, the cover charge was back down to $20 (it was $30 on my last visit back in October 05), so who knows, maybe the fight against the cabbie kickbacks is doing it's job. Anyways, we got there about 8:30pm, it's always good to get there early on the weekends (Fri/Sat) because as mentioned in the "Vegas" thread this place gets packed to the rafters, there was already a decent crowd at that early time, we were still able to find some decent seats near the stage though.
It didn't take long for the girls to start bringing the hustle and before I knew it a tall, slender, brunette is sitting on my lap, I'll call her Ms M, she was from Hungary (or some such eastern european country), I'll guess she was maybe 5'8" or so with some nice natural b-cups, she was wearing a red bra/g-string and white booty shorts, she looked damn good, she immediately starts kissing me on the cheek, then starts nuzzling on my neck, she then grabbed my hand and placed it on one of her breasts and asked me if I liked her chest, that of course could not be answered without a full inspection:doctor:, she was certainly pushing all the right buttons to this point and she hadn't even asked me if I wanted a dance yet, when she did I of course answered that I did. Needless to say the dances were excellent, lots of continued touching, plenty of stick shifting, more kisses, very enjoyable to say the least. I stopped her after 3 songs, she attempted to upsell the VIP at that point and I was very tempted but we had just gotten there and I wasn't ready to commit to that just yet so I directed her over to my friend, for which he was very grateful:hat:BTW , I just wanted check out the rest of the talent first. So the bar had been set high. Oh and speaking of talent, OMG the dancers in this place are really top notch, I hadn't seen soooooo many hot girls in one SC in my entire SCJ life, I was in heaven:cloud9:. I somehow managed to fight off the advances of several ladies at this point until I decided to get some dances from a hot blonde girl, she was in town for a couple of weeks from Ohio to give Vegas a shot, again the dances were very good, lots of mutual contact, again I stopped after 3 dances.
After she left I noticed another hot blonde on stage, she looked like the prototypical California blonde, very trim, very tonned, very tanned, long blonde hair, blue eyes, I made a mental note to keep an eye out for her later, luckily later wasn't too long as I noticed her working the room and heading over in my direction, I made eye contact with her, she saw blood and went in for the kill, the next thing I know she is on my lap. In hearing her accent I immediately surmised that she wasn't from California as I had suspected, she was actually from Russia (I will thus call her Ms R). For some reason I typically don't like Russian girls, but damn she was fine, about 5'5", perky little BA that fit her frame oh so well, tight little ass, beautiful face, toned stomach, she was wearing a white bra/g-string covered with some white booty shorts that really accentuated her tanned skin. She was very nice, very fun to talk to, needless to say dances were in order. The first song was excellent, when the booty shorts came off revealing that tight little ass I was in heaven (I'm a tried and true ass fan if you haven't figured that out), when she felt I wasn't touching her enough she would grab my hands and rub them all over her, next song, more of the same, at least until a no-neck bouncer happens by and tells me "Sir, you can't touch the girls here:stop: ", LOL yeah right, well at least he called me "Sir". I stopped her after 2 songs and asked her if she would like to move things to the "3 for $100" room in hopes of a bit more privacy, so off we went, I knew that was a good call when she headed straight for the section that was concealed from the doorman/bouncer. The first song was much like the dances in the main room, i.e. very interactive, we were both very handsy, second song more of the same, at least until the bouncer peaks around the corner and tells me "you can't touch the girls on the buttocks:stop: ", WTF, Ms R was just shaking her head, as soon as he disappears she grabs my hands and places them right back on her ass, she didn't stop there either as she continued guiding me into other strategic locations if you catch my drift, nice. After the third song she kicked into negotiation mode, "how about 3 more, I'll even kick in an extra dance", 4 for $100 sounded good to me so off we went, more of the same, lots of exploration going on, the bouncer peeked around the corner every so often and gave us the once over but we were conveniently very well behaved at those times. When those 4 songs ended she again kicked into negotiation mode, "how about 5 dances for $100 this time?" She's good, she was reading me like a book, 5 more it was, more of the same, damn I was enjoying this. When those dances ended it became "how about 6 for $100 this time?", as much as I was enjoying this form of dollar cost averaging, I really needed a break at this point and I also needed to check in with my friend so I declined.
This is the point I started looking for my friend, I couldn't find him anywhere and some other people were sitting in our seats, I figured he must have also been lured to the VIP room (which he had been), so I just roamed around for a bit, the place was packed and quite frankly I was getting a bit claustrophobic, everytime I found room to stand a bouncer would come by and say "you can't stand there", it was getting old very quickly, that's when the hot brunette made her way over (see the Vegas thread) and in my weakened state I did the "3 for $100" with her. When those dances were over I headed back out into the crowd, I somehow managed to locate my friend near the bar and we decided to head out. Good club, overall a very good visit, I will be back.
Was that too long?
CalifSCVisitor65
01-16-2006, 02:51 PM
Nope and nice report.
Yes I have to agree the cabbie kickback wars is helping roll-back the cover charges. 8) I hope it stays that way too.
doc-catfish
01-17-2006, 05:12 PM
Nice TR RH. I wonder if greasing that bouncer's palm would have loosened up the, ahem, "rules" a bit.
;)
Katrine
01-17-2006, 09:57 PM
For some reason I typically don't like Russian girls,
:'( :'( :'(
Richard_Head
01-18-2006, 07:17 PM
:'( :'( :'(well if you read my TR you'd understand that there are exceptions.
Katrine
01-18-2006, 10:03 PM
well if you read my TR you'd understand that there are exceptions.
I did read it, I just wanted some attention from you Dick. :-*
bluexcan
01-19-2006, 09:22 PM
PART I
Well first I'm not going to post the names of the clubs well ...just because but i will tell you the clubs mentioned are in Canada.
Once a month or so when I have a day off I like to go check out the clubs in Canada and my first stop was at "Club 1" I went to Club 1 because a bout a month ago I had gotten a really nice dance with a girl who called herself a "tease". I actually wenty back in the hopes that she would be less of a tease. So i get there sit down and have a beer and I start to look for my girl. She's nowhere to be found but several girls as me for dances all of which I politely refuse. SO I can't find my girl and next on the stage is "Chrissy" whom I refused a dance from but upon further review I decided I was in lust with. SO I waited for her to get off of stage so I could tell her that I reconsidered he dance offer, I waited and waited. And she was nowhere to be found. So I get up to leave and see taht Crissy has her street clothes on and she's getting ready to leave. I'm like "oh well" and decide i'll check out another club. As I'm walking out Crissy is out there and she says , "They threw me out!" "katrina is in there and she's infected and they threw me out" Apparently Crissy somehow Crissy found out that Katrina has some of STD and she was telling customers. I'm not sure how much truth there was to what she said but it's safe to say i'm going to stay away from Club 1 for a while. :-[
bluexcan
01-19-2006, 09:40 PM
PART II
So I head to club 2, which is a club that I goto fairly often because of the "special" treatment I get there. So I sit down and thsi girl "Cash" comes on stage. She had to be the hottest stripper I had ever seen during a daytime visit to a club. I decicded then and there taht she was where I was going to spend my money on this day. So I waited till she got off of the stage and caught up with some of the other dancers in the club. I looked around a bit and saw that she was talking to another dancer. SO I got up and asked her if she would be interested in giving me a dance. She said, "of course..I'm glad you asked" So we goto to the VIP area (she took me to the "bad boy corner" and we talk a bit and she starts to dance for me. He dance dance was slow and sensual and downright amazing. I bet you know what comes next....She asked me if I would be interested in more than a dance. I say," sure". She then tells me that it's going to be five songs but i don't have to worry about the time or anything. She pulls out a babywipe and starts cleaning off my buddy. She was pretty thourough. She then told me that it's going to be a pleasure working with me. she started licking my buddy and his friends and it was the slowest , most sensual thing (very exciting). She then started to dance a little bit more and she gave my friend a little protection. SO i'm thinking this is just going to be an HJ or at best a CBJ. Nope she gave me the whole enchilada. First she did it facing me and then she turned it around . Then she asked me to stand up and I finshed doing her from behind. It was easily the craziest thing thats ever happened to me in a club. She told me thank you and we talked a little bit and then we said our goodbyes. I guess Chris Rock was wrong about there being no sex in the champagne room. She told me that any time I need her she's be there. Fucking amazing!
Richard_Head
01-19-2006, 09:54 PM
Sweet, nice TR bluexcan, I'm envious.
Richard_Head
01-19-2006, 09:58 PM
I did read it, I just wanted some attention from you Dick. :-*LOL, you miss the hustling don't you?
lunchbox
01-20-2006, 09:28 AM
I tried going to Michaels/TGSOE, but couldn't find the place so I drive an extra 20 minutes through traffic to go 2 miles to check out Treasure's. It's huge and busy considering it was only 6:30ish. I have to be out of there by 8 so I begin my hunt. I know a girl who works here that I'd gotten dances with at another club 2 or 3 weeks ago, you could say she's flakey, but it's because she really doesn't care and makes no attempt to hide it. However, she is an amazing physcal specimen, so I go looking for her.
I get approached by a slender brunnette, which is rare as I don't get hustled often, I only go three with her because she won't strip down to her G string, even though she claimed to have her license and was flashing the thing like crazy (just not giving all the views I wanted). She said she had to go anyway...
So I get up move 2nd row from the front stage and tip the next two girls. I'm ready for another drink and more dances, so I go to the back bar, to see if the girl is here, I dont spot her. As I'm walking back towards my seat, I spot a girl who I'm guessing is about 3 inches to tall and half a cup size to big to make into Sporty's rotation. Totally munchable (and willing, but I don't put things that could be dirty in my mouth while at an SC), not puffies, but you could dial a rotary phone. She is tight, but has only been dancing for 2 months, and needs some guidance (too fast and a little too bouncey). After the first few dances, she threw out ye' old, "So, Do you just come in for dances?" which makes me cringe and wonder why I didn't get out more as a single man. Wait, that's right, yup, I'm a pussy. She then tells me I'm quiet, I resond that I have no false pretenses, but decide to do my humurous gay confidant shtick and she seems amused. We do another couple of dances where I'm a bit more forceful with my hands, and guide her on how she should be grinding, and assuming the diagnol position. By the end of this she is grinding so hard and slowly I can feel her lips through my pants and her thong as it hits every vein. I check the clock, and it's 10 minutes after when I wanted to be leaving, I have horrible visions of trying to explain why I smelled like a bar if I was just working late.
I see the girl who I was originally looking for walk out of what I think is a dancer shop, not sure. I get a look of recognition from her, but get out the door quick so I can get home start my laundry, walk the dog, and shower off the smell before my wife gets home.
SportsWriter2
01-20-2006, 12:05 PM
As I'm walking back towards my seat, I spot a girl who I'm guessing is about 3 inches to tall and half a cup size to big to make into Sporty's rotation.
If you're new to SCJ, that would be five-six and a full B. :D
We do another couple of dances where I'm a bit more forceful with my hands, and guide her on how she should be grinding, and assuming the diagnol position. By the end of this she is grinding so hard and slowly I can feel her lips through my pants and her thong as it hits every vein.
That kind of side surfing is what I live for. LB, you're real good for a guy who totally messed up in the NFL playoff pool. :)
I get a look of recognition from her, but get out the door quick so I can get home start my laundry, walk the dog, and shower off the smell before my wife gets home.
OMG, the dog comes LAST! You are gonna get so fuckin CAUGHT. :O
contheboyalready
01-21-2006, 05:18 AM
By the end of this she is grinding so hard and slowly I can feel her lips through my pants and her thong as it hits every vein. I check the clock, and it's 10 minutes after when I wanted to be leaving, I have horrible visions of trying to explain why I smelled like a bar if I was just working late.
Damn! Do all bars in Texas smell like pussy? In Jersey, they smell like cigs and stale beer. Sounds like y'all are having WAY too much fun.
I tried going to Michaels/TGSOE, but couldn't find the place so I drive an extra 20 minutes through traffic to go 2 miles to check out Treasure's. It's huge and busy considering it was only 6:30ish.
God I love Houston, wish I could visit there more often. For those who will probably ask, what the hell is TGSOE, it is the nickname for Michael's which stands for The Greatest Show On Earth. I found it driving around once, but have never been inside, being too much of a wuss about complete hardcore extras in a place with more DNA on the floor than an old porn theater.... Next time you are trying to find it, it looks like a large abandoned building behind lots of trees at the corner on the frontage road to the SW freeway.
OTOH, I really like Treasures and Centerfolds. T's is definitely the nicer of the two for dancer volume and quality, but Centerfolds has these great upstairs balcony areas with leather couches, and they don't charge you an overpriced bottle of champagne to go up there with the dancer or dancers of your choice! I have had some really nice high mileage dances at both clubs. ;)
aggieed
01-21-2006, 08:04 AM
Treasures seems to be pretty much a whorehouse these days...probably why I've been frequenting the place more than The Gold Cup in the last six months or so. :D
I've only been to Michael's once since they tore down the "cubicles" which made that place great in the first place...needless to say, I only stayed about 20 minutes before heading back out to T's. I don't think Michael's is anywhere near as "great" as it used to be 2-3+ years ago.
mr_punk
01-21-2006, 12:16 PM
After the first few dances, she threw out ye' old, "So, Do you just come in for dances?" which makes me cringe and wonder why I didn't get out more as a single man.sure, them houston gals are real friendly.
I found it driving around once, but have never been inside, being too much of a wuss about complete hardcore extras in a place with more DNA on the floor than an old porn theater.yeah, but that was all part of it's charm.
Treasures seems to be pretty much a whorehouse these days...probably why I've been frequenting the place more than The Gold Cup in the last six months or so.:DLOL....man, i love that place.
I don't think Michael's is anywhere near as "great" as it used to be 2-3+ years ago.agreed. at one time, it really used to be TGSOE and the same goes for the st. james as well.
mortalman
01-23-2006, 04:00 PM
Cheating on the ATF
I went to her club without calling her to set up a meeting time. I wanted to try some different girls. I dressed in a soft shirt and pants because I know the girls prefer it. I also went commando because the girls I like prefer the easy access.
I went in a little after 8pm, which is too early for the fav to be there, so I felt confident I wouldn't see her tonight.
I took a seat and surveyed the action. There were a lot of dancers I had never seen before but none that I was really interested in. I sat for about 15 min before I realized that no waitress was going to serve me so I went to the bar and got a coke to chase the bottle I had brought with me. I sat and enjoyed the show but was starting to miss the attention my ATF gives me when I'm with her. After about 30 min a dancer approached me but I declined the dance. The DJ was announcing 2for1 topless laps on the main floor and I think this was discouraging the girls from hustling too hard, waiting for the 2fer time to end.
10 min later a lovely latina approached and joined me at my table. We chatted briefly about the usual things, she declined my offer of a drink. She asked me what kind of music I liked and said she liked to dance to “retro”, I inquired as to what songs she thought were “retro” but she didn’t really have an answer. Ms L described her limits if we were to go to the PD area, and it sounded like there wouldn’t be any limits. So, of course, off we went. Ms L was a small spinner type, slim with natural b’s. There was mucho mutual touching, nipples were offered (I accepted). There was kitty touching and I was told I could “poke” if I wanted (I did). Dining was on the menu as well. She was rubbing and stroking me through the front of my pants so I suggested it would be easier for her if I “took it out”, she agreed. She gave me a nice gentle hj using my shirt to cover the action. There was no “release” but after a couple of songs I suggested we take a break. As we walked out she said she would look for me later if I wanted her to finish the job.
I took my seat again and had another drink while waiting for Ms. L to make her way back. Ms L was called up to the stage to dance, the song she had chosen was “Your Love” by The Outfield. I did a little research and that album came out in 1985, 20 years ago, so I guess it qualifies as “retro”, geez am I really that old?
I was watching her dance when another opportunity arose…
mortalman
01-23-2006, 04:02 PM
…Continued
Ms K approached me and offered a dance, I accepted intending to get a couple of dances in while waiting for Ms. L. Ms K was a brunette, in her 30’s I would guess, I had seen around the club a few times when I was with the ATF but had never gotten a dance from her. We went to the PD area and she led me to a dark corner. I settled into the couch while she stripped out of her clothes. The first song was a typical dance at this club, lots of mutual touching both top and bottom. Very friendly. I had intended to get a second dance anyway, but as the first song neared it’s end Ms. K employed the most effective second dance sales technique I have ever experienced. She straddled my thighs facing me, unzipped my fly, removed Mr. Happy from his home, reached into her purse to remove a condom, unwrapped it and rolled it on. Just then the second song began and she asked me if I wanted to do another song. How could I say no? I mean really. Come on. So anyway, seven songs later and I’m a happy man, I give Ms K the agreed upon fee and go on my way without ever seeing Ms. L again.
On a side note:
I’m rethinking the commando thing. After the “dance” was over I was putting everything away and nearly caught the “little man” in the zipper. It would be pretty mortifying to be hauled through the club with the EMT’s screaming “OUT OF THE WAY, WE’VE GOT A BLEEDER!” ala ‘Something About Mary’
yoda57us
01-23-2006, 04:08 PM
OK MM, you've got me interested. A cute latina who dances to 80's rock and stick shifts with the top down! It doesn't get much better than that. I'm working in Dallas next week, how far am I from this club?
mortalman
01-23-2006, 04:29 PM
OK MM, you've got me interested. A cute latina who dances to 80's rock and stick shifts with the top down! It doesn't get much better than that. I'm working in Dallas next week, how far am I from this club?
LOL Yoda
Only about 650 miles, about a 10 hour drive
I think the flight is about 1.5 hours
Of course there might be a few Latinas in Dallas too
yoda57us
01-23-2006, 05:06 PM
Damn! Texas is just too big! I'll have to see if what I can find in Dallas....
Nice report MM. I'm curious, are you getting the same kind of service from your ATF as you did from Ms L and Ms K? BTW, loose fitting boxers are a great alternative to commando.
mortalman
01-23-2006, 06:18 PM
I'm in a quandry with regard to my ATF. So far she hasn't come through with that kind of attention. She has been suggesting otc activities but has yet to agree to a meeting so I'm fairly certain she has no intention of going any further, in or out of the club. I'm biding my time until my otc atf returns for a visit from Europe.
yoda57us
01-23-2006, 06:45 PM
In my experience OTC (assuming its play for pay) happens quickly or it doesn't happen at all. It's not a be-all-end-all for me. Most of my favs just dance for me ITC, we have a few drinks, a few laughs and I'm a happy guy. Still, it's nice when the unexpected grabs a hold of you....
Richard_Head
01-23-2006, 08:04 PM
…I had intended to get a second dance anyway, but as the first song neared it’s end Ms. K employed the most effective second dance sales technique I have ever experienced. She straddled my thighs facing me, unzipped my fly, removed Mr. Happy from his home, reached into her purse to remove a condom, unwrapped it and rolled it on. Just then the second song began and she asked me if I wanted to do another song. How could I say no? I mean really. Come on. So anyway, seven songs later and I’m a happy man, I give Ms K the agreed upon fee and go on my way without ever seeing Ms. L again.LOL, I must agree, that does sound most effective.
lunchbox
01-27-2006, 01:09 PM
[I know every trip doesn't deserve a trip report, however I'm killing time at the office because I had a long week, and am burned out on work.]
So the second Thursday matinee has come and gone. It was a rough week for me, I had only slept 8 hours since Sunday, and worked straight through all the waking hours stopping only to eat and watch lost, how I met your mother, and 2.5 men; I was ready for some RnR amongst naked women. There is no other way to put this, but I went to far and my conscience is hurting.
I went directly to Treasures and the girl mentioned in my last TR. She recognized me right away, but was with someone else and it was ~20 minutes till she got over to me. We chatted, we danced, we chatted, danced...
...now keep in mind I've posted in the past that I'm a degenerate, I'm a chronic masturbater (as in multiple times daily), I usually rub one out before I go to the club (but I left from the office and didn't get a chance), but haven't mentioned when I do cum even after the third time of the day it's still a sizable projectile load which I think could get me a career (when you're third and fourth nut beat out guys in the vids, I figure you've got a shot)...
... so about 70% of the time when she's grinding facing me since the first dance she gave me, she has a nipple right in front of my mouth, occasionally she gets it right up to my lips. Lack of sleep frustrated with work, I don't know, but she put it back up to my lips on the second song of round 2, I opened wide, she stuffed it in, and I was not ready for what happened next.
I had her in my mouth for maybe three or four seconds, and in that time she started emanating a lot more heat through her thong (which I had already received generous views of what was underneath). I don't know if her putting her tit in my mouth made her dancing seem better, or if she changed how she was dancing, but it was like she all of a sudden had 2 more years of experience dancing and was going to town, relentlessly.
That goes on for about 2 more songs, all of a sudden I realize, I'm in the redzone. It was unexpected, I haven't cum from dry humping since I was ~15, in Israel, with a hottie, even then I had to be on top driving the action, and had a crush on her for about 3 years prior. I grab her hips and tell her to stop, she completely misses my words, and must think my grabbing her hips with such a force was an invitation to grind harder. I got her off of me, and put the death grip on my cock hoping I caught it in time, but then I feel the pulses check the table hoping for a napkin... I'm not that lucky either (as I'm typing this I realize I should have gone for my cigarette pack).
So, not only did I put my mouth on a woman other than my wife in a familiar manner, but I also came in the presence of a woman other than my wife; both for the first time in over 8 years. So there I am, disappointed with myself, a Peter North impersonation is bleeding through my pants, and will only get worse once I stand up and it runs down my leg. I throw $200 at her and tell her I have to make a quick exit before the stain gets bigger than my untucked shirt will cover.
That's the last time I go out in bad shape with a loaded gun.
SportsWriter2
01-27-2006, 02:27 PM
So, not only did I put my mouth on a woman other than my wife in a familiar manner, but I also came in the presence of a woman other than my wife; both for the first time in over 8 years.
Rule #8 for Married Guys. Nothing inside a club counts. Outside a club, only fucking counts. :)
So there I am, disappointed with myself, a Peter North impersonation is bleeding through my pants, and will only get worse once I stand up and it runs down my leg.
You think Peter ever did The Walk of Shame, or were there always 1-3 pretty faces waiting for his load?
yoda57us
01-27-2006, 04:34 PM
Well, since I go to certain strippers looking for EXACTLY what you got it's hard for me to completely relate....
Look, it's your decision how far you want to go with a dancer. If what happened makes you uncomfortable I would say don't put yourself in a position to let it happen again. You have now learned what I learned quite by accident many years ago. Sometimes your penis will explode when you least expect it. Take this new found information to heart and remember it the next time you feel the temperature rising.
A few assorted comments....
...stopping only to eat and watch lost, how I met your mother, and 2.5 men; I was ready for some RnR amongst naked women.
No wonder, the gal that plays Robin on How I Met Your Mother is just flat out gorgeous IMHO, instant woody thinking about those eyes looking up at me...., and as for 2.5 men, the chicks that Charlie Sheen has on his show put even Ms. Denise Richards to shame.
when I do cum even after the third time of the day it's still a sizable projectile load which I think could get me a career (when you're third and fourth nut beat out guys in the vids, I figure you've got a shot)...
ROFL!!! Go for it geyser man!
I had her in my mouth for maybe three or four seconds, and in that time she started emanating a lot more heat through her thong (which I had already received generous views of what was underneath). I don't know if her putting her tit in my mouth made her dancing seem better, or if she changed how she was dancing, but it was like she all of a sudden had 2 more years of experience dancing and was going to town, relentlessly.
Funny how a nipple in your mouth just turns things up a notch!
That goes on for about 2 more songs, all of a sudden I realize, I'm in the redzone.
Haven't heard this place called the redzone before, but I've certainly been there many times.
So, not only did I put my mouth on a woman other than my wife in a familiar manner, but I also came in the presence of a woman other than my wife; both for the first time in over 8 years.
I gotta agree with Sportswriter on his comment. What happens in the club doesn't count. It's a ridiculous rationalization, but if you're juggling guilt about your activities against your marital commitments, convincing yourself of this is the only way to stay sane. You could just stay away from Treasures, but jesus, you live in Strip Club Mecca! Living in H-town, and having access to such tremendous goodies is simply incompatible with marital guilt. If the club is too public for you, try one of the local non-FS spas, where you can get completely naked with an unbelievably stunning woman, let her rub you with oil and her entire body, and blow one of your mega-cum shots all over her, but without the guilt of going all the way ;) My highest possible recommendation would go to Melissa at Executive XTC, which is only about a mile southwest of Treasure's off Richmond.
http://www.xtchouston.com/Gallery/melissa/index.htm
Richard_Head
01-28-2006, 09:04 AM
So, not only did I put my mouth on a woman other than my wife in a familiar manner, but I also came in the presence of a woman other than my wife; both for the first time in over 8 years. It's interesting to read where people draw their lines of acceptable behaviors. Damn, I love being single.
If the club is too public for you, try one of the local non-FS spas, where you can get completely naked with an unbelievably stunning woman, let her rub you with oil and her entire body, and blow one of your mega-cum shots all over her, but without the guilt of going all the way ;) My highest possible recommendation would go to Melissa at Executive XTC, which is only about a mile southwest of Treasure's off Richmond.
http://www.xtchouston.com/Gallery/melissa/index.htmI've really got to find an excuse to get out to Houston one of these days.
yoda57us
01-28-2006, 12:16 PM
I gotta agree with Sportswriter on his comment. What happens in the club doesn't count. It's a ridiculous rationalization, but if you're juggling guilt about your activities against your marital commitments, convincing yourself of this is the only way to stay sane.
Or just don't do it again. Forget rationalizing it. You either want it or you don't. I don't buy into this BS that if it happens in a SC it doesn't count. Ask your wife if it counts. Just do it if you enjoy it and can live with yourself and don't do it if you can't. If you are going to keep going to strip clubs while you are married and letting cute young girls feed you nipples and rub you until you ejaculate you are going to have to come up with BS excuses for your spouse anyway. The minute you start justifying it you are trying to minimize the possible consequences. That's a good way to get caught and open yourself up for a world of hurt.
If the club is too public for you, try one of the local non-FS spas, where you can get completely naked with an unbelievably stunning woman, let her rub you with oil and her entire body, and blow one of your mega-cum shots all over her, but without the guilt of going all the way ;).
I've read this sentence six times and I can't figure out how blowing a load by another woman's hand is any different or less guilt inducing than what happened in the club. If anything it's pre-meditated and even MORE of an overt act of infidelity than the "accident" that occured in the original post.
I'm no angel, in fact, over the years little yoda has had quite a good time for himself at the hands of women that I wasn't married to, dating or living with.
Just do it or don't do it. Don't BS yourself about what you are doing.
Nicolina
02-01-2006, 09:26 PM
Nic Loves Strippers (and TOO) : An Extended Trip Report
So…after a full day of hardcore, lust-slaking nastiness, we decide we’d better leave the house before nightfall, lest we miss the opportunity to satisfy that other kind of hunger (it’s happened to us more than once before). We find a little brewery that serves a delicious red ale…Over dinner, we argue whether Hooter’s waitresses can be considered to work in the sex industry. (I say no; he says yes. I say they’re no more a part of the sex industry than cheerleaders…just because their jobs require them to wear cute outfits that make guys want to fuck them, this doesn’t qualify them as sex workers…) I’m being obnoxious and I can tell he’s getting a little pissed off…But somehow, a good post-repast throat-fucking, administered in the little *rented red Audi convertible before we’ve even left the parking space in front of the restaurant, seems to make everyone feel better. (Am I the only girl who ends up with frequent parking-brake bruises about the ribcage when she’s in a good relationship? I didn’t think so.) [*Note: He rents a car when he comes to see me because he refuses to be seen in my jacked-up vehicle, lol…usually a Jag, but the Audi’s adorable, and fun to drive.]
We stop by my place to recoup, and manage to behave ourselves long enough to prepare for the evening’s coming attractions. The GPS tells us that the City of Industry Rhino is a good 50 miles distant, so we head down to Torrance, which is only about a 20-minute ride away.
We enter the club, and I know by now that he likes to find a table in a strategic location and settle in…but even as we sit down, my eyes are locked on the girl onstage. She’s a petite blonde—an exquisitely tight little body with perfect B-cup breasts and impressively jaunty nipples. “I wanna go tip her,” I say. So he follows me to the stage and we make our interest known…
She comes to sit with us after, and she’s just unspeakably adorable. She tells me she’s 35, which is insane, because her lithe little body doesn’t look a day over 18. She’s smart & wacky and not a little hyper (but I get the sense that’s her natural state, not a chemically-induced thing…) She tells us she was ripped off for nearly a hundred bucks earlier tonight, by a guy who went to the in-club ATM to pay her for 4 dances. While standing at the machine, he suddenly peered around the club like a cornered rabbit—and then bolted out the door and down the block before anyone could stop him…She’s laughing about it though, and I like her attitude. (So maybe it's a SOB story, but I choose to believe it. So I'm a PL--so shoot me.) Assuming the story's true, this girl is overly trusting, just like I was (I seldom got my money upfront), and her response to fucked up events is to find the humor in them. I’m totally smitten.
“Let’s drink to Nicolina’s cleavage,” she says, when the shot girl comes around with something that resembles blue toilet bowl water. She takes a sip. “Holy shit, what is this, Drano?” Mr. Bond and I suggest that a magnum of blanc de noir Moet would be tastier, and head to VIP with my new crush and her friend T.
T is a little more statuesque than my girl: dark hair, exotic features, long legs, and gorgeous natural C’s…I tell the girls to double-team Mr. Bond while I hit the ladies room...On the journey, I’m accosted by a hard-sell Latina chick who remembers us from our last visit and seems chagrined that she’s missing out on the fun. I try to be gracious, but fear that my social skills are a little impaired at this point, and hope I didn’t hurt her feelings…
Back in VIP, T requests that I dance for her (of course, they know that I used to dance…because God forbid anyone should mistake me for a civilian chick ::)). I happily oblige. Though I haven’t properly lapped anyone in years (not to mention the fact that I’m waaay beyond tipsy), I manage to break out a few moves—nasty backbends and shit—that seem to impress the girls. (We can pretend this wasn’t SS, right? ;))
Mr. Bond expounds on his philosophy that a man shouldn’t even think of getting off until his woman’s come at least three times. I corroborate his assertions and confirm that I’ve never known anyone (in the Biblical sense) with more impressive skills in that regard. (Though really, I’m such a little cum slut that I’ve actually been trying to convince him to rethink this philosophy of his....:O)
While my girl laps me, I pull a Sporty: I reach up, grab a handful of her hair, close to the scalp, and tighten my grip a little--not enough to hurt, but just enough to test the waters…She squeals a little and laughs. “Oh my god, I love that,” she says, and she comes around to face me, takes a fistful of my hair, and pulls hard. I inhale sharply. “Takes one to know one,” I say. She gets the idea, and, still holding my hair in one hand, she smacks me lightly across the face.
She turns to Mr. B. “Look at that. I just smacked her and she likes it…” But he’s busy doing something that’s making T moan audibly. (He’s working the knots out of her back. God, people, get your minds out of the gutter ::)) “I know,” he says to E. “She’s a dirty girl, isn’t she?”
After T has to leave to see another customer, my girl stays…While Mr. B works on her back a little, she leans over to me and whispers in my ear more than once, “Marry this guy.” Later, he and I decide that, should we ever tie the knot, we’ll have a total porn wedding: The men will be impeccably dressed, but all the bridesmaids will be in schoolgirl outfits and 7” plats…I’ll wear white, of course (for irony), but the dress will be hiked up in back to expose my ass and thighs, clad in elaborate white panties, garter belt and thigh highs…Perhaps a symbolic chastity belt? We’ll work out the details later…
We take leave of the club at closing and head home…The magnum of champagne has sent me over the edge, way past the point of being pleasantly buzzed. We get back to my place, and I’m in some sort of fugue state: With absolutely no premeditation, without any conscious thought at all, before I even know what I’m doing, I realize that I’ve ripped off my shoes, jeans, socks and thong, and I’m now wearing a short little pleated skirt, white panties, and white knee socks. I’m strapping on the 6” pink platforms by the time my man returns from the bathroom. Needless to say, he finds the unexpected sight inspiring….
FTB ;D
Or...we'll just suffice it to say that a good time was had by all. Just thought I'd share…cause if it weren’t for stripperweb, I wouldn’t be having anywhere near this much fun!
(Thank you, Pryce, wherever you are….Rest assured that I always plug SW when we hit the clubs!)
Nic, good god almighty pass the offering basket and make an old man get a hard on after 10 years without viagra :P And just so you know, FTB is my copyright so you owe me pictures...or pay me royalties LOL
Seriously, one excellent TR. Me likee....and Im sure Sporty will enjoy your hair pulling adventure.
FBR
GenWar
02-02-2006, 12:43 PM
and THAT is why you should not read SCJ at work. Holy cow, what a great TR. Almost enough to make me want to drag out some more of my impossibly long, hyper detailed crap and subject you all to it again.::)
Seriously, few TRs have made me want to FIND that club as badly as that one. Course, if Nic ain't there, what's the point?
oh well, maybe something interesting will happen this weekend in the land of pasties, Virginia.
-gen
P.S. Don't worry about the work thing. I have my own office for 2006 with a big cherry desk. I'll just sit here for a while and I'll be fine...
SportsWriter2
02-02-2006, 08:03 PM
While my girl laps me, I pull a Sporty: I reach up, grab a handful of her hair, close to the scalp, and tighten my grip a little--not enough to hurt, but just enough to test the waters…She squeals a little and laughs. “Oh my god, I love that,” she says, and she comes around to face me, takes a fistful of my hair, and pulls hard.
Nic, I am so proud of you. Definitely an A+ for content and composition.
Richard_Head
02-02-2006, 10:12 PM
Thanks for the TR Nic, that is some good reading :thumbsup:!
Casual Observer
02-03-2006, 06:39 AM
Who says romance is dead?
<S> Nic
Mastridonicus
02-03-2006, 11:37 AM
Nic,
I think we all felt a tremor in the force that night.
I suggest a black hem on your wedding dress. People will ask, no one will understand.
Mast.
Chili Palmer
02-03-2006, 02:05 PM
Nic:
Ask for Leroy at that club. He'll take good care of you.
Btw, this particular club is a topless "no touch" club. Gah, do I miss LA.
CP
Nicolina
02-03-2006, 02:41 PM
^^^^OMG, you guys crack me up.
Nic, good god almighty pass the offering basket and make an old man get a hard on after 10 years without viagra
Glad to be of service. ;D
and THAT is why you should not read SCJ at work. Holy cow, what a great TR. ....
Seriously, few TRs have made me want to FIND that club as badly as that one. Course, if Nic ain't there, what's the point?
GenWar!!! I'm always so glad when you make an appearance on the board. Hey, you're invited--You should come out clubbing with us one of these days! ...Maybe if I ever make it out to D.C.??
Nic, I am so proud of you. Definitely an A+ for content and composition.
Ooooh, an A+--i like being teacher's pet.
Sporty, I've adopted this move as a standard maneuver--and "Oh my god, I love that" is a typical response. Sometimes she squeals, sometimes her breathing just changes in a way that tells me what I need to know. I did cop it from you, though. *intones*You've taught me well, Master. :P
Thanks for the TR Nic, that is some good reading
My pleasure, RH. :)
Who says romance is dead?
:rotfl:
That's what I'm sayin!
That is my idea of a romantic evening.
I think we all felt a tremor in the force that night.
LOL, Mast! I wouldn't be surprised!
CP: Thanks for the tip! I can't remember the name of the floor manager, but he was very cool.
***
Someday, I swear, we've all gotta go out for a totally debauched SCJ-Fest...
Docido
02-03-2006, 08:00 PM
OMG Nic now I have to clean off the keyboard! :D
doc-catfish
02-04-2006, 09:01 AM
We get back to my place, and I’m in some sort of fugue state: With absolutely no premeditation, without any conscious thought at all, before I even know what I’m doing, I realize that I’ve ripped off my shoes, jeans, socks and thong, and I’m now wearing a short little pleated skirt, white panties, and white knee socks. I’m strapping on the 6” pink platforms by the time my man returns from the bathroom. Needless to say, he finds the unexpected sight inspiring….
FTB ;D
Nic, that's the perfect ending to my all time fantasy dream date, well except in mine the woman does all that dolling up with deliberate premeditation and no alcohol.
Maybe thats why its never come true.
:thinking:
Nicolina
02-04-2006, 10:37 AM
Nic, that's the perfect ending to my all time fantasy dream date, well except in mine the woman does all that dolling up with deliberate premeditation and no alcohol.
Maybe thats why its never come true.
Nah...I don't need alcohol to dress up & play dirty games, and neither would your dream date. It's very rare for me to get that intoxicated. Which is why I was kind of impressed with myself when I realized that I'd managed to pull off the quick-change operation even being so far gone--totally on automatic pilot--and all in about 30 seconds flat.
Of course, there was premeditation at some earlier time. There just wasn't a whole lot of conscious thought right at that moment. It was kinda weird.
Besides, doc--would you really turn up your nose at a hot chick in a plaid skirt and knee socks who was dying to deepthroat your dick....just cuz she was a little toasted??
(I mean, assuming that you liked her, and that you knew she wanted to fuck you pretty much all the time, irrespective of her blood alcohol content....?)
mr_punk
02-04-2006, 12:03 PM
Lack of sleep frustrated with work, I don't know, but she put it back up to my lips on the second song of round 2, I opened wide, she stuffed it in, and I was not ready for what happened next.see? i told you them gals are real friendly.
So, not only did I put my mouth on a woman other than my wife in a familiar manner, but I also came in the presence of a woman other than my wife; both for the first time in over 8 years. So there I am, disappointed with myself, a Peter North impersonation is bleeding through my pants, and will only get worse once I stand up and it runs down my leg.well, despite your disappointment. i hope you took those pants to the dry cleaners and plan on keeping your mouth shut. otherwise, start familiarzing yourself with legal terms like condonation and flagrante delicto.
That's the last time I go out in bad shape with a loaded gun.funny, i always go to a sc with a loaded gun.
If the club is too public for you, try one of the local non-FS spas, where you can get completely naked with an unbelievably stunning woman, let her rub you with oil and her entire body, and blow one of your mega-cum shots all over her, but without the guilt of going all the way.LOL..and some people think customers don't justify or rationalize a sexual act as being non-sexual in some way.
I've read this sentence six times and I can't figure out how blowing a load by another woman's hand is any different or less guilt inducing than what happened in the club.an unfortunate side effect of the Clinton loophole. the phrase, "i did not have sex with that woman" is only intended to save one's bacon with a SO, the voting public, or in legal depositions with divorce attorneys or the independent counsel. however, the user (ie: the cheating, silver-tounged bastard) himself isn't supposed to actually believe his own bullshit.
I've really got to find an excuse to get out to Houston one of these days.well, how about helping one of these friendly gals buy the new xbox? i mean, how can you sleep at night, knowing one of these poor ladies is making do without one, RH? it would be a mission of humanitarian aid...yeah, that's it.
Richard_Head
02-04-2006, 08:58 PM
well, how about helping one of these friendly gals buy the new xbox? i mean, how can you sleep at night, knowing one of these poor ladies is making do without one, RH? it would be a mission of humanitarian aid...yeah, that's it.I like it, a humanitarian mission, I could do that}:D, don't all of their boyfriends have xbox's though, why would they need another?
yoda57us
02-05-2006, 09:41 AM
I like it, a humanitarian mission, I could do that}:D, don't all of their boyfriends have xbox's though, why would they need another?
Have you ever tried to wrestle the XBox controler away from an unemployed Drummer? Dude, she needs her own....
doc-catfish
02-05-2006, 02:48 PM
Besides, doc--would you really turn up your nose at a hot chick in a plaid skirt and knee socks who was dying to deepthroat your dick....just cuz she was a little toasted??
(I mean, assuming that you liked her, and that you knew she wanted to fuck you pretty much all the time, irrespective of her blood alcohol content....?)
I'll let you know when I find a chick that wants to fuck me all the time, (or even just once). My fear is she's going to need a decent BAC to agree to that considering my appearance.
;)
don't all of their boyfriends have xbox's though, why would they need another?
I dunno. Do X-Box controllers vibrate like the PS2 ones do? They're certainly not as ergonomic in regards to the hands. Too many damned buttons.
:goodvibes
Nicolina
02-06-2006, 01:47 AM
Do X-Box controllers vibrate like the PS2 ones do? :goodvibes
Yes, they do. :)
GenWar
02-06-2006, 02:39 PM
OK...I finally had an experience that I consider worthy of a TR. After months of mediocre, so-so, routine strip club visits, it honestly started to feel like going through the motions. I needed something to revitalize. Quarterly visits to the ATF wasn't doing it...she is awesome but she is consistently awesome. I needed a break from the routine. I did meet a nice lass at a club around the corner from the ATF's club, but after two great visits, she disappeared off the roster :( So I need something to break the doldrums.
If you've read any of my previous TRs (and lived to tell the tale. Seriously, pack a lunch.) then you might recall the club where I met Miss M (Miss A, IRL) and had instant and fantabulous chemistry that led to a magical night. Well, since that night, I returned to the club on several occasions, as circumstances permitted (it is 350 miles away). But I never again saw Miss M. It was very very disappointing, because that powerful level of chemistry is not to be treated lightly. Well, the wingman's ATF is at that club and he lives MUCH closer, so he visits often. One night, two months ago, he runs in to Miss M. She recognizes him and asks after me. (I am incredulous...we had one night together, 8 months previous, and she recognizes him and remembers me? But that is his story and he is sticking to it.) He chats her up and finds out her new schedule is Sunday and Tuesday nights only. How utterly random. So he gives me that bit of information and lets me digest it. Eventually a plan starts to germinate. What if, during a regular weekend trip to a city only a couple of hours from Miss M's club, I fly into Miss M's town, drive to the weekend event, and, upon returning, fly back at 6:30 am Monday morning, instead of Sunday night, getting me into work on time but still giving me Sunday evening in her town? When I located the $127 RT plane ticket, the deal was done. (Gold Star for anyone who instantly spotted that I would be at work Monday morning operating on 94 minutes of sleep.)
So, I am very excited. The whole weekend, all I can think of is Sunday night. What if she isn't there? What if she stays home to watch the Super Bowl? I wasn't nervous per se...more like braced for disappointment. So, Sunday night finally rolls around. We watch the game in TGIFs and eat some dinner and head to the hotel to change. Then we head out and find an all night liquor store (the club is BYOB) for some red bull, vodka shooters and a $4.76 bottle of Pinot Grigio (great deal, tasted like it was worth at least $7.) Get to the club parking lot during the last seconds of the game on the radio. I gear up and we head in. Stop at the door and show my membership card (the one year membership is almost expired) and pay the requisite $20. The door dude buzzes us in and we open on a virtually empty club. Maybe 9 custys and 8 girls. We head to the usual table and just as I reposition my chair into my usual angle, the wingman gives a knowing chuckle under his breath. Less than a second later, I hear "Oh my god!" I turn and there she is, rushing across the small club. My ass has not even hit the chair and she has tossed herself into my arms. I look in her eyes and for a second, our gazes lock. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. It's still there. Didn't even realize I had been worried about that.
The other thing is that she has changed. Well, duh, but I didn't see it coming. Before she had straight blondish brown hair but now it is much longer, curly and a deep, cherry-wood brown. She also seemed to be using one of those teeth whitening treatments, because she smile is a fair amount brighter. Oh yeah, and she, at some point, augmented her lovely little b-cups into a very impressive set of DDD's. I am stunned, though I try to play suave and stay cool. I had no idea and, of course, the wingman said nothing. "You knew about this," I accused. He shrugged. "Why didn't you tell me?" I demand. "It was a surprise," he says, "Besides, did you really want 2 months of torture imagining this? I did say you HAD to come down and see her, right?" Fair enough.
So I sit and she immediately sits on my lap. She is just starting at me with a bright, beautiful smile that is so intense, it is setting off the SS sensor in the back of my head. And she just keeps staring with that smile. Finally, I have to break the silence, cuz it is starting to get embarrassing. "So, uh, I guess you're glad to see me?" I stutter. That opens the flood gates. As I open and pour the wine, she and I launch into a variety of conversational topics, most of which center on her elective surgery, (and the amount of pain that apparently goes along with such things), why I haven't visited (like I am regularly 350 miles from home on Sundays and Tuesdays) and how happy she is too see me. Most of it is setting off the sensor, so I know intellectually that it is all crap, but honestly, she is making me feel so good, I just don't care. I know that her joy is probably centered on the several hundred dollars she knows I have in my pocket and her security in the knowledge that she can have as much of it as she wants. She also points out that I MUST come to see her more. I tell her that Sunday's are tough, which is true. So she says she will work another night if I will be in town. (I have LONG been a proponent that the most successful business people are those who remain flexible to their customer's needs.) I reply that that would be cool and ask her for her email. I can correspond like I do with other dancers and give her a heads up. She says she doesn't have email or a computer but she will give me her phone number and I can call. Now, THIS is a first. Though I am sure she is just cementing her income supply, I decide to give it just a little push, just to see. "Yeah, if we're around, we'll probably go to dinner first. I can let you know and you can join us before work." "Ruth's Chris'?" she asks. I nod. Her smile never waivers, and she comes back with, "That'd be great. Or even if you aren't going out or whatever, but just gonna hang out and have a few beers, it would just be really great to see you." Damn, she called my bluff. Plus, the sensor didn't deepen, so it is equal SS to the previous statements. Odd. I back off quick and change the subject...I know a lot of SCJers would see that as a prime opening, but said SCJers do not answer to Mrs. Gen and that is approaching an area that I know to be strictly OFF-LIMITS. I am not about to threaten my freedom by violating my liberal arena of trust.
So the wine is mostly gone and the conversation has been steady but for a brief stage stint, when I get the tell-tale "So is it ok if I go back and molest you?" I am putty in her hands. We are back in the dance room before I know it. There is something about getting a dance from a dancer with whom you have 100% compatibility. It is different than you're regular every-day dance. There is more too it...you're more invested in it. I am sure you all know what I mean, even if you don't use my terminology. What added even more to it were the anatomical additions. It added another level entirely. Being a fan of good implants, I was in heaven. After we were done, she went in the back to freshen up (a process than always seemed to involve a change of costume.) and I returned to my table with a stunned expression on my face. I couldn't see my face, but the wingman kept asking me, "Are you ok?" which I took to mean that I did not look normal. Well, I FELT stunned, to stay the least.
Well, there was something else that had changed. The last visit, Miss M had devoted herself to me. It actually got to be a bit much, as she would leave hanging out with me, only to sit at the bar and shake off every approach until another dancer left me or she judged enough time to pass, and she would come right back over. When questioned, she said that she was very particular with her choices in customers and despite the fact that it was a packed Saturday night, she only wanted to be with me. Sounds like some Grade-A SS, except for the fact that her actions backed it up. I think she gave maybe 2 dances to other customers that night, and those were when I was with another dancer. That was then, today was different. With her new beauty (the hair and the breasts REALLY did a lot for her,) Miss M was now in the upper echelons of the club hierarchy. IMHO, she was one of the 2-3 hottest girls working that night and she had regulars show up and wait for her. When she came out of the back in a new outfit to go on stage, she had to stop and see three other guys. One of them was sitting right next to me. I’ll call him Redman cuz he had red hair. We chatted a bit and he was pretty cool. He tried to commiserate a bit but I can tell his intensity wasn't there. When I went to stage and tipped her a TJ, he came up with Abe right after me, needing to out-do me. I knew then that he was scared of what I had with her, on some level, to have to try something like that.
GenWar
02-06-2006, 02:42 PM
(continued from previous post)
Well, she got done with her stage set. She came over to me and sat on my lap again. I noted the dirty looks that Redman and the other 2 guys shot me. She asked if I was ready for round 2. I said I was. I got up to leave and realized it wasn't my turn. I turned to the wingman, who shrugged. His ATF had randomly no-showed for work that night, so he was a bit disappointed. I nodded my thanks and headed back. This next batch of dances was more intense because Miss M decided to go a bit further than usual. She never goes TOO far; she knows I have a “weird” (her word) need to "keep it classy" but she definitely made me happy to be alive. After the usual 2, I told her I needed a break. She then said she was really sorry but she had some regulars show up to see her and she needed to take care of them. I have no problem with this at all and told her so. Unless I want to buy dances for the whole of the rest of the night (not an untempting thought), I have to be willing to share. She said she felt bad because she would rather hang with me. I was touched and wanted SO bad to believe that. *sigh* I smiled and told her to just make sure she finds me later. She agreed and I was back in my chair, wondering how a simple lap dance can cause blurred vision and lightheadedness.
I came back and the wingman was developing a relationship with a lovely girl named Miss D who had the most amazing outfit made entirely of orange mesh. It showed off her curves magnificently. She sat on his lap and fished for compliments by telling us how another club refused her work because she was "too fat" when she was clearly not. I just chuckled and made myself a red-bull/vodka, wistfully watching Miss M escort random dude #1 back to the dance room. Redman was definitely looking a little hot under the collar. It took some effort of will to not laugh at his impatience. I relaxed and watched the stage shows go by. I couldn't smoke as the club owner hates cigars, even though the place was hazy with cigarette smoke. Eventually, I notice Redman is looking over his shoulder. I follow his gaze and random dude #1 is back in his seat, giving a massage to a blond dancer. He shifts in his seat again, obviously wondering what the delay is. A few minutes later, the song ends and out comes Miss M in yet another outfit, this one of flowing black silk on top and TIGHT black silk skirt. She gets on stage and does her thing. The stage seating is empty so I move up to sit down and tip her a few times. I then go to the bar for some more ice. I turn back and Redman has convinced Miss M to do some sort of complicated move where her leg is on his shoulder and he is tipping her up close and personal. He is subtle in his gaze to catch me looking but I notice it just the same. I sit down and he sits down and she heads to the second stage.
After her other set, she comes back over to us and sits on MY lap. Again, I somehow manage not to laugh because I know that would have pissed him off but I am struck with the irony, because he is impatient and I am perfectly willing to wait. She asks if I am ready to go again. I am, but I ask her if she shouldn't perhaps take care some of the other guys. I am not going anywhere for the rest of the night, after all. She rolls her eyes at him and says he can wait. She wants to go with ME not him. Who am I to argue? I get up to leave and notice that the wingman is with another dancer. I still don't think he has gone back but he doesn't say anything so off I go.
Now, she is clearly trying to take the dancing to higher and higher levels. This time she is really working it and I would swear she is getting into it. I remind myself that it must be SS but I am forced to admit, that, if so, it is GOOD SS. I comment to her that she seems to be enjoying herself and she tells me she is but she is frustrated that she is not getting more of a reaction from me. I tell her that I am really enjoying her dances but that I just don't let myself get THAT into it. So she tells me that I have to let myself go. I just smirk. So she gets into some sort of complicated one leg down/one leg up angled position facing me and begins to grind in earnest. She seems to be going for a specific angle and she is getting more and more into it. Her moans are increasing in volume and honestly, it was feeling pretty amazing. She just kept at it, over and over and her eyes are closed (which is unusual for her.) Thinking of something I have read on SCJ, I reach up and entwine my hand in her hair and just squeeze a little. I don't pull but I apply enough force for her to feel what I am doing. She throws her head back and keeps at that same motion which is really starting to feel amazing. Just then, the song ends, and it is the second song. Now, I am supposed to stop, as I ALWAYS stop at 2 songs. But I think I gave her something witty and urbane like, "Please. God. Don't. Stop." She pops open an eye and trains it on me. Then she gets this triumphant smile and keeps it up. Midway through the third song, she shifts into a different position. I couldn't tell why; she apparently achieved whatever she had gone for, but I couldn't guess what...She just finished the dance and I never once didn't enjoy myself.
She heads into the back and I head back up front. The wingman is there with Miss D and he decides to give me some shit. "That was more than TWO dances." He says, rising to head in the back with Miss D. "Hey, sorry! sorry!" I say. As we laugh and he walks away, Redman jokes to me, "You aren't sorry." His inflection was perfect for a friendly joke, as was his smile. But he made sure I saw that the smile didn't spread to his eyes. The message was clear...quite hogging the good stuff. I gave him the joke response, "Hey! What can I say?" with a smile, and the moment passed. As usual, Miss M was MIA until her stage set, in yet another outfit...this of tight black faux leather. She did her two stage sets, accepting my tips at both. She then sat with Redman, who sent her to the bar to buy them a couple of bottled waters.
I am all alone, no Miss M and no wingman, so it is ok for the vultures to set in and another dancer, Miss C, comes over and sits on my lap. Now, she is not that pretty, but her body is unbelievable. The problem is that she is not much of a conversationalist and she has virtually no game. She is also enjoying the winning combination of drunk and high simultaneously. I would send her packing but I got nothing to do while Miss M is with Redman and she does feel quite good lying against me. So she hangs out, taking regular breaks to "run in the back real quick". Judging from the smell, there are shots of SOMETHING in the back. Eventually, she gets around to asking for a dance. I don't want one but I don't have the balls to say so, so I defer with something like "We'll see." This is supposed to inspire her to move on to more purchasing pastures but it fails to do so and she remains. She is still sitting there sometime later, when I see Redman emerge and make a beeline for the door. He opens it with just a little bit too much force and departs for the evening. I am sure Miss M is in the back, changing again. Instead, she emerges moments later and comes over our way. Since I am stuck with Miss C, she settles down with the wingman. They chat a bit but I can't hear. I guess from context clues that she is wondering if I would have an issue with this. When he points at me, probably disclaiming my negative reaction, I say, "Rule #4." He just sighs exasperatedly and states, "You and your damn rules." But, he got the point, I think. Rule #4 is "No promises, No jealousy." IMHO, you can't have a good time in the club if you have to cling too much to your natural inclination towards either. Just as I am about to go buy the requisite Miss C dance to get her to move on, Miss M takes the wingman in the back.
A couple of songs go by and Miss C wanders aimlessly off with a promise to return. I guess Miss M must have had an eye open because, at the end of that song, she and the wingman return and she settles in with me again. I realize that I missed her over the past 40 minutes. I realize microseconds later than I am a completely useless, drooling loser over her and I find myself oddly comfortable with that. She then gives me a business card. I look at it...it is the club, with the phone number, address, hours...nothing I don't know by heart. I look at her quizzically and she turns it over and shows me a 10 digit phone number with the name A next to it. (A is Miss M's real name, which she gave me when we initially met. I had been with her for 5-6 dances and 2 hours before I found out it was her REAL and not her stage name. When I asked, she said, "I could tell right away that I would really like you, so there was no reason to play stupid name games." She is a queen of SS, truly. I insisted that I would call her Miss M, her stage name, to keep our relationship professional. She just laughs her little laugh and tells me I am cute.) I guess I had forgotten the promise to exchange numbers. Well, it wasn't really an exchange, as I didn't give her MY number.
She performs a mental count and announces that she is due on stage in 2 songs. She asks me if I want to go in the back after. Noting that we have about 35 minutes left on the night, I say, Absolutely. I ask if any of her regulars remain, and I get the stellar SS response of, "None that will take precedence over you." She promises to return and rises and goes over to the bar. After some furious discussion with the staff dude behind the bar, she returns and takes me by the hand. "What about going on stage?" I ask..she just shakes it off, like it is a suggested pitch she doesn't like. "Taken care of," she tells me.