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yoda57us
03-02-2006, 08:13 PM
Continued.....
On Tuesday afternoon I started to receive some interesting text messages from her. The kind you don’t show your mother. As my meeting ended, talk began to rumble through the crew-my peeps-about heading for a strip club to see some “boobage” after we finished up. “Maybe I’ll catch up with you guys later” I said. “I have to meet up with an old friend”. Besides, I don’t go to strip clubs with middle aged guys who still use the word “boobage, I’ve got a reputation to maintain.
So there we where, sometimes trying to figure out to say next but always finding ways to keep the conversation moving along. We both work long hours, both like to reward ourselves for working those long hours. There are some definite similarities in the way we go about rewarding ourselves. We talked about Stripper Web. We’ve both been on here for a while. Interestingly, as we talked I realized that, even though we come from opposite sides of the spectrum, we both participate in this community for very much the same reasons and with many of the same beliefs. I always knew she was the coolest lady on the web and now here we where, face to face, her looking so good and acting just as cool as I knew she would be … me trying not to be an blithering idiot…
Did I mention the outfit? Black tailored business suit with a seductively tailored lime green blouse and matching shoes (I would have expected nothing less!). She looked amazing. Fashion designers live for having a woman with a body like this wearing their clothes. OK, I’ll admit, I’m a sucker for a woman in a tailored suit. I’ll further admit that I was checking her out every time I thought I could do it without getting caught. Sorry, I’m a nice guy but I’m human too. Yeah, OK, I checked her out as she got up and walked to the ladies room as well…does this make me a bad person?
After two rounds of drinks we where both loosened up and on a roll. My new drinking buddy was sucking on her martini olives in a way that had me contemplating jumping over the table at her….easy big fella, that’s not what this is about….I’ll bet that olive trick has served her well in the past though……
yoda57us
03-02-2006, 08:15 PM
Continued....
I was loving every minute of watching and listening as we touched on a variety of topics. At the suggestion of a bar employee who could obviously sense the kinetic energy at our table increasing, we moved to a secluded moonlit patio where we could continue our conversation a bit more privately. We talked about guys in her life and women in my life; we talked about people we knew and people we didn’t know at all. We talked about our families, our heritages, our home cities. We talked about sex, we talked about being horny and we talked about cheating. We talked a lot about what goes on here at Stripper Web – the sublime and the ridiculous. Yes, we even talked about Jeff and Bianca. It was such an incredible setting; the moonlight, the perfect night air, drinks and conversation flowing. If it’s possible, my companion looked even more beautiful in the moonlight than she did at the bar. She was Intelligent and captivating on any level I could think of. The kind of woman you could sit on that patio until sunrise with and never run out of things to talk about.
Alas, it wasn’t meant to be….My cell was ringing, my buds wanted me to join them staring at “boobage” a few blocks away. Her cell was ringing. A new boy in her life was looking for what all boys are looking for. We finished our drinks and I walked her back to the lobby. We hugged like two old friends. I got a kiss on the cheek. GO ME! She walked off into the moonlight. I called my guys and got directions to their location then I stood in the lobby for few minutes feeling disoriented and indecisive. I went up to my room and fell asleep. On this night, nothing I was going to find in a strip club could top what I had experienced spending a few hours catching up with an old friend.
I woke up to the sound of my cell buzzing a new text message. Things hadn’t gone as planned after she left me at the hotel. We exchanged PMs on Stripper web and I stayed up all night watching television and re-living the night’s events in my mind.
I’ve spent many years thinking I understood what attracted me to strip clubs beyond basic T & A and convincing myself that I could never fully explain it to someone else. She told me in one sentence somewhere in the middle of our moonlit conversation exactly what I have known in my head for years. I can now say with conviction that you don’t always have to be in a strip club to find what you are looking for in a strip club. As I’ve said before, the ladies always understand….
Thanks for taking a few hours out of your life to meet me Kat. It was great to put a voice and a face to all of those posts I’ve been loving and laughing over for all of these years. The best part is that you turned out to be exactly the person I thought you would be.8)
Moneywise
03-02-2006, 08:18 PM
Thanks for taking a few hours out of your life to meet me Kat. It was great to put a voice and a face to all of those posts I’ve been loving and laughing over for all of these years. The best part is that you turned out to be exactly the person I thought you would be.8)
I couldn't have said it better myself. Kat is a truly incredible person.
Awesome TR too. ;)
yoda57us
03-02-2006, 08:30 PM
Thanks MW, and man, do you read fast!
Moneywise
03-02-2006, 08:34 PM
Thanks MW, and man, do you read fast!
That I do. ;D It's always easy to flow right through a wonderfully written story.
I was once a spelling bee champion too. :O
mortalman
03-02-2006, 09:24 PM
That was excellant Yoda, sounded like a great evening. I was kind of hoping for more of a "Penthouse Forum" ending but ... sigh ... still a great "report" :reporter:
:great:
Besides, I don’t go to strip clubs with middle aged guys who still use the word “boobage, I’ve got a reputation to maintain.
LMAO!!! It is so weird to go to SCs with co-workers. They don't know the depths of my SCJunkiness, or the layers of my wisdom gained from this site and many, many solo ventures, so on those rare occasions when there is a group "boobfest", I usually just tag along, stay under the radar, and watch quietly with strange sense of amusement!
Also, thanks again Yoda for a wonderful TR. As I was reading the incredible way you described this lady, all of the charming details, and the special time you spent together, I couldn't help thinking that she sounded a lot like I have imagined Ms. Katrine to be, and was very pleasantly surprised that it was! Thanks Yoda for giving us a peek, and thanks Kat for being a good friend to junkies everywhere!
yoda57us
03-03-2006, 04:37 PM
That I do. ;D It's always easy to flow right through a wonderfully written story.
I was once a spelling bee champion too. :O
I'm impressed, I must confess I'd be screwed without spell checker!:'(
yoda57us
03-03-2006, 04:46 PM
That was excellant Yoda, sounded like a great evening. I was kind of hoping for more of a "Penthouse Forum" ending but ... sigh ... still a great "report" :reporter:
:great:
Sorry to dissapoint you MM. It may have been a bit deceptive for me to describe our meeting in trip report format since someone is usually nekkid by the mid-point of a good TR.
The minute Kat and I exchanged cell #'s and real first names I stopped being a Junkie and She stopped being an unbeleivably sexy ex-stripper. We where just two people on the same website who wanted to meet.
I'm glad you enjoyed it, even without the usual "money shot" ending.
yoda57us
03-03-2006, 04:55 PM
Also, thanks again Yoda for a wonderful TR. As I was reading the incredible way you described this lady, all of the charming details, and the special time you spent together, I couldn't help thinking that she sounded a lot like I have imagined Ms. Katrine to be, and was very pleasantly surprised that it was!
Thanks azdd. The best part is I wasn't surprised at all. The lovely Kat is all that AND a double shot of espresso. :cheers:
Kat, I fear I may be giving you a swelled head....;)
Katrine
03-03-2006, 07:13 PM
Thanks azdd. The best part is I wasn't surprised at all. The lovely Kat is all that AND a double shot of espresso. :cheers:
Kat, I fear I may be giving you a swelled head....;)
:'(:D Tears of joy!!
Thank you soooo soooo soooo much for your kind words. Glad you liked the suit, its italian of course!
Dammit, we should have hung out longer. And get this....its now the weekend, and I'M STILL FUCKING HORNY AND STILL HAVN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET LAID!!!!!
:OARRRRRGGGGGH!!!!!!!!
Many beijos to you Yodachka....
SportsWriter2
03-03-2006, 07:36 PM
And get this....its now the weekend, and I'M STILL FUCKING HORNY AND STILL HAVN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET LAID!!!!!
Don't worry, Kat, it all averages out. I got laid twice. :) :)
Casual Observer
03-03-2006, 07:38 PM
Yoda is most fortunate.
Someone should turn story that into a made-for-TV movie.
:)
yoda57us
03-03-2006, 07:42 PM
:'(:D Tears of joy!!
Thank you soooo soooo soooo much for your kind words. Glad you liked the suit, its italian of course!
Of course! D&G by chance?
Dammit, we should have hung out longer.
Agreed, next time we'll hit strip clubs, you can have the first Brazilian! My treat!
And get this....its now the weekend, and I'M STILL FUCKING HORNY AND STILL HAVN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET LAID!!!!!
This is tragically wrong on so many levels. What the @#%$ is wrong with the young men of Austin?
:OARRRRRGGGGGH!!!!!!!!
Yeah really, WTF?
Many beijos to you Yodachka....
:hat:
.....and can you beleive the idiots that I work with blew-off the strip club and wound up gawking at women flashing their boobs at Mardi Gras????:banghead:
yoda57us
03-03-2006, 08:04 PM
Don't worry, Kat, it all averages out. I got laid twice. :) :)
So is that two more than average Sporty?:O
GenWar
03-04-2006, 07:02 AM
I’ve spent many years thinking I understood what attracted me to strip clubs beyond basic T & A and convincing myself that I could never fully explain it to someone else. She told me in one sentence somewhere in the middle of our moonlit conversation exactly what I have known in my head for years. I can now say with conviction that you don’t always have to be in a strip club to find what you are looking for in a strip club. As I’ve said before, the ladies always understand….
Wow, Yoda. Excellent Job. I would have been disappointed had it been less than 3 posts. Great job with the writing…I saw the ending coming but was still happy to get there, that is the sign of a writer who is conveying their message well.
Sorry it took so long to congratulate you but I needed some time to get over the jealousy…j/k.
LMAO!!! It is so weird to go to SCs with co-workers. They don't know the depths of my SCJunkiness, or the layers of my wisdom gained from this site and many, many solo ventures, so on those rare occasions when there is a group "boobfest", I usually just tag along, stay under the radar, and watch quietly with strange sense of amusement!
Everyone in the office knows I am junkie. Coworkers expect me to know the best clubs if we are in a random town. (Course, probably hurts that I ALWAYS do.) It’s so bad that I can’t ask a lady coworker to have a friendly, platonic drink because the answer to “Are you going out tonight?” is responded with “I’m not going to any *CLUBS*! And the one/two times I have gone out to SCs with a coworker, they have done annoyingly stupid shit like Rule #8 violations. (Rule #8 – Don’t be an idiot. Respect the dancer, the rules and yourself.) God, one guy even got thrown out when I went with him.
Long story short, in my experience, it goes something like: Wingmen – YES!, good friends – sure. The wife – ask me in 3 weeks *shiver*. Coworkers – No.
-gen
yoda57us
03-04-2006, 08:07 AM
Wow, Yoda. Excellent Job. I would have been disappointed had it been less than 3 posts. Great job with the writing…I saw the ending coming but was still happy to get there, that is the sign of a writer who is conveying their message well.
Thanks GW, I really appreciate the compliment. Especially coming form the king of multi post TR's!
I'm pretty much a solo strip club guy. I got tired of my friends embarrassing me years ago. At one point Kat and I talked about hitting a strip club-she had a Brazilian dancer she wanted me to meet....Hmmm we had already established that Russians and Italians get along very well and experience has taught me that when you add a Brazilian to any mix spontaneous combustion follows. Needless to say, I would have made an exception to my solo only rule for the lovely Kat.
aggieed
03-04-2006, 09:23 AM
This is tragically wrong on so many levels. What the @#%$ is wrong with the young men of Austin?
Must be the water. It's cursed I tell ya.
Richard_Head
03-04-2006, 12:47 PM
And the one/two times I have gone out to SCs with a coworker, they have done annoyingly stupid shit like Rule #8 violations. (Rule #8 – Don’t be an idiot. Respect the dancer, the rules and yourself.) God, one guy even got thrown out when I went with him.Have you listed all your rules GW? If not, I think you need to start a new thread with them. I'd like to see them.
SportsWriter2
03-04-2006, 12:58 PM
Have you listed all your rules GW? If not, I think you need to start a new thread with them. I'd like to see them.
Rules when you go to strip clubs with friends or co-workers:
#1: Never go to strip clubs with co-workers.
#2: Never go to strip clubs with friends you suspect can be jerks.
#3: Most of your friends can and will be jerks in strip clubs. :-\
Moneywise
03-04-2006, 01:40 PM
Rules when you go to strip clubs with friends or co-workers:
#1: Never go to strip clubs with co-workers.
#2: Never go to strip clubs with friends you suspect can be jerks.
#3: Most of your friends can and will be jerks in strip clubs. :-\
So true. I tok a very good friend and co-worker to the old stomping grounds with me one night. I guess it didn't help that we went out to a local bar and had drinks first. We get in the club and before I can get him into the booth the meet P he disappears. I hit the dj booth and catch up with P. A few minutes later the manager comes into the booth and says (and I quote)
Some drunk motherfucker went into the vip room and threw up in there. He followed me in there and sat on one of the couches. I come back by and he has thrown up all over the floor. I threw his ass out!
Now it took a few minutes for 2+2 to equal 4 in my head. Hmmm.. I haven't seen E since he said he had to go to the RR. Let me go check on him. He's nowhere to be found in the club. I walk outside and he is sitting on the curb slumped over... (this was a primo Saturday night too)
At that point it all registered. I went back in and told P I had to go. I then made E chill until he felt good enough to ride. Throwing up in the ride is not an option. His side of the story..lol:
I don't know what happened man. I asked some guy where the restroom was and he said "follow me". I followed him around a corner into a room with couches. I'm wondering where the hell the RR was. By this time he had walked off. It was coming up and there was no time to go anywhere else so I threw up right there. The dude came back and threw me out of the club. (laughing)
Needless to say that, to this day, is the only time I have never flown solo. (for good reason) Well, lately I have been flying with P but that's alright since he was instrumental in molding the dark minded bright grinning individual I am today.
Jenny
03-04-2006, 01:51 PM
Oh man. When I was in Guam, I made a guy puke in the VIP. When you are a professional drinker a lot of these Navy boys can't keep up. He gave the bouncer $20 cause he had to clean it up. I gave the bouncer $50.
Jenny, I hope you collected your money first so it wasnt a total loss :O
FBR
Katrine
03-04-2006, 03:53 PM
I've been puked on by a customer as well. I think I wrote about it in one of the NATO reports.
There are a few female friends of mine that I can't invite to the clubs because they are non-dancers and want to be when they get there, throwing themselves all over the guys, trying to make out with me, and looking like fools. Plus, dancers WILL beat down those types of bitches and I am not one to throw down, risk avoidance is best used here.
Casual Observer
03-04-2006, 04:18 PM
Rules when you go to strip clubs with friends or co-workers:
#1: Never go to strip clubs with co-workers.
#2: Never go to strip clubs with friends you suspect can be jerks.
#3: Most of your friends can and will be jerks in strip clubs.
I have to agree.
yoda57us
03-04-2006, 04:29 PM
I am not one to throw down, risk avoidance is best used here.
This is my prime directive when it comes to strip clubbing.
I used to go with a good friend who was single, handsome and had serious cash to blow. One afternoon he spent about $800 dollars on a stripper in the PD room. She made him blow his load twice, gave him her number and told him she'd go to a Dave Mathew's Band Concert with him the next week. He was so F'n in love it was actually sickening for me to witness (probably brought back too many bad memories...) He called her, he called her, and then he called her some more. She never called him back. He was so completely pissed (read: embarrassed) that he never went into the club again - at least not since it happened five years ago. My favorite part; even though I warned him when he showed me the number that nothing was ever going to come of it I actually became the "A-hole" because I "let" him get involved by bringing him to the club. Men are such idiots sometimes.
A fuckin TR or HG that, I guess, wasnt meant to be.
Miss D and I were supposed to get together today at DP's for lunch, a couple of drinks and then off to the RR for lotion fun. H-hour was 1PM. She calls me just after noon complaining of a hangover from last nights frolicking with her friends and asking for a postponement until early this coming week. It was one of those requests where my response was preordained so I said sure no problem. I didnt bring up the fact that I rearranged all my shit today to lock in the 2-3 hours of play time.
We parted phonewise agreeing that one or the other of us would call the other early next week to lock in a new time. Pissy FBR is wondering whether something better came along for her today. Rational FBR is believing her story.
The upside was that I did get a shitload more work done this afternoon. But I was jonesin for her. Guess well see what happens next week.
FBR
yoda57us
03-04-2006, 06:09 PM
I feel your pain FBR. I was supposed to meet Trip Report Miss A tomorrow in a very reasonably priced hotel with in-room Jacuzzi and king size bed but she called about two hours ago to say she can't make it. She hasn't been working all week because of the flu.
Ah well, some days you're the windshield and somedays you're the bug....At least my week started off well....
Katrine
03-04-2006, 07:08 PM
In sex work, its really hard to do a good job if one isn't feeling well, even if its just a hangover. Plus, the money is easy and immediate, no manager will put a slip in your "file". Plus, the ladies want it to be the best possible time for both you and them....
yoda57us
03-04-2006, 07:24 PM
In sex work, its really hard to do a good job if one isn't feeling well, even if its just a hangover. Plus, the money is easy and immediate, no manager will put a slip in your "file". Plus, the ladies want it to be the best possible time for both you and them....
I agree Kat. It's really not a good idea to try and force it when you are sick or hungover. I'd much rather wait until the lady involved is feeling 100%.
FBR and I need to crawl of somewhere and start a "old farts with blue balls" thread....
Rules when you go to strip clubs with friends or co-workers:
#1: Never go to strip clubs with co-workers.
#2: Never go to strip clubs with friends you suspect can be jerks.
#3: Most of your friends can and will be jerks in strip clubs. :-\
I think rule #1 can be stretched if you know the co-worker well enough. BUT, it should never be stretched if you are the boss going to strip clubs with subordinates that you might have to fire someday. Payback could be a real bitch......>:(
yoda57us
03-05-2006, 10:40 AM
I used to work a show in Orlando every year where the owner of the production company would take the crew to Tampa for a road trip one night during the week. He gave each guy $200 to spend. It was the only exception I made to my "Solo Only" rule. Tampa clubs being what they where back then you never knew if it was going to be no holds barred or G-string and pasties.
One year that it was no holds barred we took a newbie in who had never been in a strip club before. He managed to blow the entire $200 in bout fifteen minutes. Ahhh youth......
GenWar
03-05-2006, 11:35 AM
Have you listed all your rules GW? If not, I think you need to start a new thread with them. I'd like to see them.
Hmm...OK..but remember, you asked for it.
Also, will you help pay for the bloodstains on my clothing when mr_punk gets done with me?
I'll get to it ASAP...step 1, figure out what section it goes in.
-gen
Richard_Head
03-05-2006, 12:27 PM
Alright, enough chattering, time for a TR.
I had plans last night that fell through (bitches, need I say more) and being the junkie that I am decided I wasn't up to sitting home in front of the tv. So off I went, first club, a club I go to often, a club that I'm quite frankly getting a bit tired of. The place was packed, I couldn't find a seat and ended up at the bar, considering how busy it was I was amazed by the lack of energy in the place, there were no girls working the floor (WTF????) and the girls on stage were mediocre (the place has always had some of the best looking girls in town in the past). I swear I about fell asleep (j/k, but you know the feeling). When one good looking girl finally made it up the stage I moved up and grabbed a seat there, I put a couple dollars on the stage hoping she'd come over so I could ask her to dance for me when she got the chance, much to my dismay she didn't give me the time of day (WTF???), there weren't that many people stageside (WTF???), the song ended and she didn't even take the dollars (WTF???). That left me a bit puzzled, I had never seen this girl before, I have to imagine that she saw the money, LOL perhaps she was hoping for a $20. Anyways, I didn't see any faves working and decided to cut my loses and head out.
It was still early so I decided to stop at another club (sorry GW/Yoda, no multiple postings from me). Club 2 is one I don't go to often, it's a nice club, just a bit of a drive, but being as I was fairly close I decided to give it a try. Again the place was pretty crowded. I was pleasantly surprised to see Ms W (who I know from another club) called to one of the smaller stages not longer after I arrived, I immediately went over to tip her, got a big smile, tipped her a couple of dollars and asked her to stop by when she got a chance to dance for me, her reply "Of course, I need to get back to another customer first though but I will stop by after that" (oh, oh). So I go back to my seat, I again wasn't too impressed with the quality of most of the girls (what can I say, I'm really picky), I turned down several dance requests so that I'd have money available for Ms W when she made her way over, she was easily the best looking dancer there, so I waited, turned down a few more girls, waiting some more, I was a bit perturbed when I noticed that she had moved on from the "one" customer she had in front of me to a second and third customer, I can let that slide though as they were all part of a bachelor party and she was just working them all, understandable. She then disappeared to the dressing room for awhile doing whatever is done back there (I like to imagine it involves lesbian sex, or maybe a catfight). While she was gone I noticed a hot black girl really working the pole, usually pole work (stage pole work that is) doesn't impress me much but she was damn good, the pole must be 30 feet high and she climbing and spinning on that thing like you wouldn't believe, it was definetly worth a tip so I headed up and tipped her several dollars. Finally I see Ms W making her way over, only I notice her working the floor the whole way over, WTF???, she was looking for dances (uh, hello), sure enough she starts dancing for some guys, she moves from one to the other. Fuck that, when the black girl who had worked the pole so well stopped by I agreed to some dances, quite a few dances actually, she had a great body, she was very pleasant, the dances were okay but nothing spectacular (the chairs here suck, somewhat small, large arm rests, not really conducive to recieving a great dance). One odd thing about this girl, she looked like she had vampire fangs, I wasn't sure if her teeth just looked like that or she had them done like that but it was odd, LOL I wasn't sure whether to be freaked out or turned on by it. When she was done dancing for me I noticed Ms W tipping out the DJ, she was in street cloths walking out of the building no long after (WTF???).
All in all not the best night of SC'ing, I hate saturday nights at the club, but then again how bad can a night of strippers and alcohol be???
yoda57us
03-05-2006, 01:40 PM
All in all not the best night of SC'ing, I hate saturday nights at the club, but then again how bad can a night of strippers and alcohol be???
LOL, Nice report RH, you didn't have much to work with there. It seems like some nights you can't GIVE the money away! WTF?
I always say have a plan "B". I guess some nights a plan "C" would be a good idea as well.
You've got a point, a bad (let's say "off") night of strippers is still better than a night in front of the tube.
doc-catfish
03-05-2006, 03:44 PM
Finally I see Ms W making her way over, only I notice her working the floor the whole way over, WTF???, she was looking for dances (uh, hello), sure enough she starts dancing for some guys, she moves from one to the other.
I had a similar experience with my number two gal last trip. Her loss was the ATF's gain. (And mind you this is the gal I go to when the ATF's antics put me in a snit).
I suppose its plausible that she thought you gave up on her, or that in that environment, the number of guys wanting dances is so great that she can afford not to care. Their money spends as well as yours.
Yet another reason I've pretty much given up on weekends.
lunchbox
03-06-2006, 04:57 PM
I got out Saturday night for my first weekend night since the week before Thanksgiving.
Club 1, 9:30 pm
It will take a lot to get me back here, they raised the drink prices. Not a single girl resembling my type, had a drink, got hustled by latina, thanked and tipped her for her unsolicted time.
Club 2, 10:30 pm
Kat's final Houston workplace. Perhaps it was just the weekend, but the girls were over all more attractive than last time I was here. I spot a girl, who is walking over to tip the stage, she lays on her back and puts her feet in the air. Damn tight ass, call her G1. She sits back down with some group of puds, I stand at the rail looking over the floor for 4 songs tip both girls who come up on the stage, so I can walk past her and make eye contact. She doesn't budge.
A girl who had been sitting at the rail has a cute face, and has a body like kirah/silverandcold, a little softer, with a huge peice on her thigh. She gives OK dances, light stick 'brushing' but I get a vibe like I'm a perverted peice of shit from her after a few dances. So I cut her off, payed her and told her if I'm just sitting around by myself later to come over. I don't even remember her name.
I'm looking for availale talent in a seat on the floor tipping the main stage. I see this amazing asian G2 get on stage. Sub 95, A cup, 1/2 inch pencil eraser nips, 5'3"ish, my hands almost fot all the way around her waist, her ass and thighs were rock hard. I make a note to find her later.
G1 is by the bar looking lost. I walk to the bar via the stairs facing the front door, only to almost fall on my ass and break a lamp that I put my hand on thinking it was a pillar, right in front of G1. She laughs and says don't worry, I do that all the time. I chuckle and ask if she's sitting with anyone. She tells me she is rounding up girls for a bachelor party, but where are you sitting and I'll come find you when I'm done, or get enough girls for the party. She disappears into the dressing room and emerges with G2 and 2 other girls, they go off to the party. Which breaks up a half hour later.
I see G2 with another dancer walking to the bar, she's got a cigar... They sit down at the bar, and I beat another guy by about half a second to get her attention and we head to a booth. It's about midnight now. I'm getting impatient, but she's got the cigar going and the feature is coming up so she tells me we can get going after the feature... so 20 minutes later finally more dances. She danced OK, started out kind of fast, but I slowed her down. Even slow, dancing with her was a full contct sport, she would rub her body against mine way to hard. she even managed to pop a button of my shirt doing this. God damn she was tight. G1 gets on stage while I'm getting dances from G2 (I saw her strike out on the feature from the corner of my eye), I see her first song, pretty good medium energey, good sensuality. I ask if G2 knows G1 at all, she says they are friends, and that she is a real good dancer.
I tip G1 on stage 2 while I've got G2 on the couch and she says, I'm sorry but you were with G2, and I didn't want to interupt. I tell her to meet me at the bar a couple songs after her stage. I finish up with G2, but I need to break a c-note so we go to the bar, G1 was just getting to the bar as well, and was complaining about buying her own 7.75 drink. I buy her drink. We go sit and only manage about 4 dances in 30 minutes because she is talking... a lot... However there was decent contact even when she wasn't dancing, which made it tolerable. Before I forget 5'6" brunette layered all above the shoulders, lithe and limber, Full A's, pretty face, tight thighs and ass (not as tight as G2, but damn good), and ink (varying sizes, a few). Now its just after 2 am, and we end up in the VIP room with a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne, yum. We essentially go till 4 on an hourly rate. Light stick shifting terrific grinding and two way contact, and some flashing (although it's dark back there, so finally I just whipped out my phone to shed some light on the issue). I could get into a lot more detail, but honestly I don't have anywhere to take care of the erection I'd get at the moment.
club 3, 4:00am
I'm ashamed about this one, but I'm telling it anyway. I'm not sceduled to get out again until the last week of April, so I decided to go to a club for the last hour. Legends, This is perhaps the most bland club I've ever been to, they were only opened for another hour, but charged me the full $20 cover. I was pretty tapped out from G1 already, and sitting caddycorner to the back of the stage tipping $1-3 per girl based on looks and howthey danced. I only saw like 7 girls, got bullied by a large black woman who later touched my pepe on stage, twice. I was confident I had spotted miabella after her stage when she did the gratituous approaching of all 5 guys left in the club after her set. I felt bad for tipping so weak so I didn't tell her who I was.
SportsWriter2
03-06-2006, 08:51 PM
Light stick shifting terrific grinding and two way contact, and some flashing (although it's dark back there, so finally I just whipped out my phone to shed some light on the issue).
Great tip! Pervs bring in LED flashlights; fun guys use their cell phones. :D
yoda57us
03-06-2006, 09:08 PM
I use night vision goggles. What does that make me?
Katrine
03-06-2006, 10:17 PM
I use night vision goggles. What does that make me?
A spy?? }:D
lunchbox
03-07-2006, 08:14 AM
Great tip! Pervs bring in LED flashlights; fun guys use their cell phones. :D
Actually, I wish I had the flash light. It would have made an excellent prop ;P
Light stick shifting
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I could get into a lot more detail, but honestly I don't have anywhere to take care of the erection I'd get at the moment.
BTW it was an SC, not a rave.... had a laugh @ myself this morning.
Details, Im leaving out all th BS and SS that came with this, there was a lot:
G1 described herself as a pain freak second song while getting me to slap her ass. Having read Nic's takes one to know one post, I have a good idea of how to react, so there is a lot of squezing, pinching, pulling, smacking, and biting. So things progress, I end up touching the back of her throat with two fingers... Thats when things got as dirty as they could possibly be within my comfort level for the next hour and a half.
God damn you single fuckers, but God bless Houston.
yoda57us
03-07-2006, 09:40 AM
LB: I'll be there in June, Unless Derek answers my PM request for tourist tips I'll be counting on you and Kat for guidance....}:D
aggieed
03-07-2006, 10:26 AM
Yeah, I've been jonesing for Houston for a while now (haven't been since the World Series), but it doesn't look like I'll be down there until mid-May. Treasures, until something very dramatic happens, will always be my "second home" in Houston.
Katrine
03-07-2006, 11:03 AM
God damn you single fuckers, but God bless Houston.
Out of all the junkies, you seem most unhappiest in your civilian life. Perhaps you should join the ranks of us single fuckers. :P
lunchbox
03-07-2006, 02:28 PM
Out of all the junkies, you seem most unhappiest in your civilian life. Perhaps you should join the ranks of us single fuckers. :P
Let's be clear, I'm not a junkie, I'm an all around degenerate.
That's a long discussion that doesn't belong in this thread. I don't know what makes you think my SC life is so satisfying, I could have been fucking her and G2 at once back at my place or at least a hotel for an hour, probably for an extra hundred or two total.
mr_punk
03-12-2006, 07:53 AM
God damn you single fuckers, but God bless Houston.LOL...i second that motion. them girls are real friendly.
doc-catfish
03-15-2006, 12:52 AM
Train wreck warning. [start sarcasm]
And they wonder why they don't make any money...
So I go to the home club tonight with four small hoping to get a little stress relief from the ATF. I arrive about 9:15 and let me tell ya' guys, its dead in there. I mean you could hear a pin drop in the place between songs dead. I grab a table by the main stage (God knows there's plenty of them) and scan the horizon for her. She's nowhere to be found, but I spot the number two, still chained the same fucko she was last trip. I knew there wasn't going to be any progress there for a plan B so I continue looking.
I see 'Birthday Girl' (whom I'm thinking of renaming 'Party Girl' due to her copious love of alcohol) on one of the satelite stages. She kinda pissed me off last time we did dances by asking me for a tip afterwards, but I'd go with her again if no better prospects showed up.
Usually theres about 15-20 gals working, but they got through the rotation tonight amazingly quick as there were only 12 gals. No ATF, so I knew right there it was going to be a cheap evening if I didn't hook up with one of the reserves. Birthday Girl looked like my best prospect so when she came over during her tip walk, I asked if she was available for dances.
"I was on that stage over there".
Huh? :O (Maybe this belongs in the "Stoned or Something" thread).
"Oh, you mean you want a lap dance. Yeah, baby sure."
Uhh, yeah baby, you are selling lap dances aren't you? ::)
I could tell she was already plenty snockered (and it was only 9:30, go figure), and calculated the odds were 50/50 she would return to do the dances. She continued her tip walk, found a table with four rednecks sitting at it a couple over from me, and like a bug who found a nice Venus Flytrap plant, never managed to escape their clutches, even managing to do a little lap straddling for them. I recalculated the odds at about 1/99. Maybe next time, I should just offer her a drink, perhaps several.
Eventually, number two is up and I ask her if she's available. She has the decency to tell me this time (unlike last trip) that she might be occupied for awhile with her fucko. Strangely enough, this is probably the best customer service I would get from a dancer this evening.
I sit around a few more rotations, hoping there is some new hot gal or if the ATF had straggled in late, which she is prone to do sometimes. No dice. Eventually Birthday Girl is up on main and I figured I'd end the evening (having not so much as touched the $320 down in my socks) with a little blast to the past by sitting up at the rail and tipping like I did when I was a broke college kid in a stage only club. It was about the most action that I was going to get tonight.
So I go up to the rail with six ones. They do three songs here. One covered (I give BG $1), one topless (I give BG $2), and one nude (I give BG $3). Now guess which of the three tips she actually performed the most time for? I'll give you a hint, it wasn't the last one.
After that I had a hunkering for Denny's pancakes, so I left.
$$ Damage for the evening? A whopping thirty simoleons. I cannot ever recall spending so little money here. Lap dance count?
): "Zeeeeeeero!" :(
But on the brighter side, this experience saved me some money. I'm heading to Kansas City a week from Saturday and going to a club where half the dancer staff isn't drug addled or has thighs riddled with cellulite. Hopefully, there is still a hint of professionalism in play there.
Things at the home club have unfortunately reached "saddest shit on the face of the earth" status. I think the way things are going, next trip I'm just going to leave the money at home and bring in a pickle jar full of crystal meth. These gals around here wouldn't mind if I cut out the middle man for them, now would they?
:bong:
[/end sarcasm] [/wipe doody off derriere] [/flush toilet]
GenWar
03-16-2006, 04:07 PM
So you may or may not have read my last trip report. If not, it MIGHT offer some background for this one. In any case, after my last visit to what is fast becoming my new favorite club, Miss M gave me her cell phone number and told (not asked, TOLD) me to call her. I definitely HAD to see her again but this is greatly complicated by the fact that this club is more than 350 miles from my home and she only works Sunday and Tuesday nights. So, I had asked if she might work a Saturday. She said it might be possible. So, after the last visit, I carefully poured over my calendar and picked a weekend 6 weeks out which had the necessary prerequisites for a weekend visit. I made the plans and then I needed to contact her and let her know that I was coming.
I didn't have the guts to actually give her a call so I sent her a text message. We exchanged a few messages and she agreed that she would make herself available to work that evening. I was all set and ready to go and the week leading up to the tripped dawned with great hope. By Wednesday, I was REALLY looking forward to the trip. Things were going very rough at work and very rough at home. I seriously needed the break and to have a good time. Of course, at that point, I got the text message that she couldn't make it on Sat. I was so disgusted that I almost called the whole thing off. I was violating several of my personal rules just by setting it up in the first place but she is a very special dancer so I went there and now, as so often when I break the rules, I was regretting. But there were other parts to the weekend, including seeing some friends I hadn't see for a while. I just needed to get away so I went ahead with it. Thursday afternoon, she left me with the enigmatic message that she would "Try" to make it.
I moved forward with the weekend and most every other aspect of it went pretty good. By the time the club trip rolled around, I was happy I decided to do it. No matter how it played out, I planned to have fun. As I am getting dressed to go, I get a text message. "R U cumin?" I replied back in the affirmative and tried not to let hope blossom in my heart. I finish suiting up, grab a pint of grey goose and a 4 pack of Red Bull (this club is byob and I am planning on being the only one drinking.) Me, the wingman and the Mexican roll out for the club. Get there about 9:45. Spend about 15 minutes in the foyer as the wingman massages his personal influence to get the Mexican into the club. Club is 21 and up and the Mexican is 19 but it is the wingman's home club and he spends a LOT there. They can't ignore that. After several discussions with the door guy and a brief chat with the manager, he is in. If he drinks we all leave, so I threaten his life with pure sincerity and he agrees to steer clear.
We head in and it is packed. We knew it would be from the lack of parking. My last visit was a Sunday night and had about 10 girls and 15 customers. Tonight has about 20 girls and about 90 customers. And it is NOT a large club. Our regular seats are taken. Any seats LIKE our regular seats are taken. We end up at a table floating in the middle of the room, right next to the primary path for going to and from the dance room. It is a centralized, exposed location which I don't like but it beats the poor bastards who are standing very shortly thereafter. As soon as our seating arrangements are finalized, I head up to the "bar" and get some ice cups and some 1s. I return to my seat and scan the room. I am trying to be subtle because I have endured enough abuse over being all gaga over this girl from the guys. It doesn't take long for me to spot her in the dance room. I sigh with relief that she showed and note that I am not at all jealous that she is dancing for the random fucko. (I kiss 4 fingers and raise them to the Lord. This chick is playing havoc with my cool.)
I quickly look away and focus on my drink. I open the grey goose, pour some on the ice and open a Red Pull and fill up the drink. I place the grey goose on the table and think nothing of it. Within moments of my first sip, the other dancer from last report, the second Miss M, I'll call her Miss M2, comes by. She approaches the wingman but changes last minute and redirects to me. She recalls that I "owe" her a dance from last visit. I didn't strictly say I would get one but then, I didn't strictly say I wouldn't and, with some people, it is all about interpreted expectations. She sits down and stares at me. She is not a woman of many words and I am forced to initiate the conversation. We make some small talk, I offer her a drink, which she declines, and she tries to get another promise for a dance which I deftly avoid. I realize that I do not want a dance from her and then, I deduce why. She is lovely, well dressed and has a great body. She will also do a little free mini dance at the table in an attempt to build interest. This is her substitute for a sales technique because, like I said, she is of few words. She also completely lacks energy. There is no enthusiasm, no excitement...it is like she is just going through the motions. In my opinion, the minimum required level of SS is the ability to effectively pretend that you do not hate being a dancer and hate being at work. Just pretend to be having a good time and we'll talk. If you can't do that, then don't come by and drain my energy. Eventually, sensing that it is going nowhere, she moves on to greener pastures. Everyone is down on weekends but that is why I love them. There is always more business so you never have to step up and say "no."
She is not gone long when two more ladies come by, together. They walk RIGHT up to us and the blonde jumps on my lap, with her friend, a cute black chick, settles on the Mexican. She smiles very broadly and before she says a single word, my SS sensor goes off. I now know that I am about to be bullshitted. As I realize that, she says "I need a favor from you." A woman settles on your lap, facing you and asks for a favor. There must have been something on my face, because she follows it up with "What?" I just shake my head and introduce myself. She introduces herself as Miss K and tells me that she has been waiting all night for someone to come in with some decent alcohol. OH! The grey goose is in plain sight. In hindsight, that was probably a mistake. Could she and her friend possibly have a quick shot? I shrug...how do I say 'no' now? She grins broadly and says that she has to go on stage but she will be back. She departs and the Mexican leans over. "Can she have some of your goose?" he asks. I just shake my head.
Moments later, the Mexican's new friend, Miss C, is pouring my rapidly dwindling pint of vodka into her cup. I lean over and ask the wingman when the liquor store on the corner closes. He looks at me as if you say "Since when do I drink?" Good point. Still, the Mexican is happy as he is getting some company for that drink I bought him. The delectable Miss M is still with the fucko and I am good with that. Having nothing to do, I notice that Miss K is now on the second stage and is being thoroughly ignored. So I wander over and slip her a TJ. She smiles at me and it is then that I notice that she is phenomenally beautiful. Her face is built like a model's, as though Michelangelo personally sculpted her cheekbones and placed her nose and eyes. Now, as a package, she is not ridiculously above average, but her face alone is magnificent. I think I actually did a double take. I move away as we still have eye contact and mouth the word "Vodka" with a wink. Her grin twitches a little to note that she got the message before she turns to one of the other randoms who now remembers that he is supposed to be giving her money.
Back at the table, the wingman is gone. (He loves this club.) The Mexican is still with his girl. He asks me, "Is your girl here?" "Yeah," I tell him. He frowns so I nod towards the dance room. "What the fuck??!?" he says. I shake my head at him. "What?" he says. "Rule #4." I state simply. He rolls his eyes and starts trying to dig out his card with the rules on it so he can translate my statement. Ever try to get to your wallet with a woman sitting on your lap? I save him and hand him another card from my pocket. He opens his cell phone for light and leans into the tiny print. Of course, Miss C wants to see too and suddenly they are in a discussion of my rules. I lean over and tell him that I am gonna hit the liquor store and he nods. I get up and head out of the club.
In the foyer, I stop at the door guy. "Gotta get more alcohol." I tell him with a grin. "Did you get a stamp?" he asks. I shake my head and he holds out a stamper. As he stamps me, I ask if he needs anything. He says, "yeah" and empties the tip jar to produce $9. "Gimme a pint o' Hennessey." 15 minutes later, I am back with a 5th of Belvedere Vodka and a $14 pint of Hennessey. I had it over and tell him how much it was. He just spreads his hands and grins. I grin back and say "Consider yourself well tipped." We laugh and he thanks me.
Back inside, I find my seat and refresh my drink. I am just taking a huge swig when the wingman says, “uh, oh.” I look up and Miss M is making a beeline for me. I smile a big smile which prompts one of her own. “Heeeeey, baby.” She greets me. “Hey, yourself.” She settles onto my lap, she knows she doesn’t have to ask. “You know I came in just to see you!” The SS sensor in my neck goes off, “Bzzzz.” I look at her and point an eyebrow towards the dance room, where she has been for almost an hour. “Oh pish posh.” She dismisses that activity with a wave of her hand. “I may have gotten busy while I am here but you are the reason I came in.” Bzzzz. “Well, you are the reason I came in as well.” I tell her, truth. You don’t accidentally end up at a club hundreds of miles from home.
(continued, of course...)
GenWar
03-16-2006, 04:10 PM
(continued from previous posts)
She makes some brief small talk before asking me if I am ready to go back. This is odd, because normally she is in no hurry. I think she is enjoying the Saturday night business run. I am still working on my buzz so I demur. She then asks permission to ask the wingman. Bzzzz. Unnecessary, of course, but a nice touch. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Miss M is a true master of SS. I nod my agreement and her and the wingman disappear into the back room.
I sit back and sip my drink and survey the talent. There is Miss M2 across the room. Miss K is sitting alone at the bar. Another lady wanders by, blonde frizzy hair and a baby doll t-shirt with the greatest BA of all time. Her boobs are absolutely amazing. I want a closer look so I try and catch her eye but she isn’t scanning the room. After what seems like a brief time, the wingman returns. This means Miss M is in the dressing room, probably changing. Sure enough, she comes over moments later in a new outfit, this one a leather bra and thong. The bra has a collar with leather threads attached to the top of the bra. It is hot and I tell her so. She smiles and blushes. The blush sets off the sensor, Bzzzz, which amazes the hell out of me. How can she blush on command? I let her settle in and there is more SS about how great I look and how happy she is to see me. I expect the invite but she says she has to go on stage. I nod and she heads up.
On stage, she is very popular due to her BA. I can barely squeeze in to slip her the Abe that just happened to be in my wad of cash. She is swimming in tips, so I don’t get as much attention as normal but that is fine, because I know where she is going when she is done. I return to my seat and am immediately joined by Miss K. Guess what she wants? She chats me up with what must be the union minimum level of SS before asking for the Belvedere. I get up and give her my seat, telling her to help herself, and wander over to the second stage to tip Miss M again. I return no more than 2 minutes later and find Miss K and a finger of the vodka gone. I shake my head in disgust at myself. Me and Rule #7 are not getting along tonight.
Miss M gets off stage and comes by. She winks at me and I know she is hitting the DR. I swear, she spends more time in the DR. I pour myself another drink and take a big swig. She is back moments later and we are off to the dance room. She loses her leather top and steps out of her 5’8” status to the normal 5’1” shoeless one. She is on my lap in a long, drawn out hug she usually uses to wait for the song in play to end and then we are going at it.
The chemistry Miss M and I have is unlike any other dancer I have ever known. Even my long-term professed ATF can’t compare. Everything fades out and we are all alone in a hazy dream world. This world only happens when I am with her and it is characterized by EXTREME slow passage of time. After about an hour, she asks me if I would like a second dance. “S-s-s-second?” I stutter out. She laughs her perfect laugh and says, “Yes that was one.” “By all means, then, pray continue,” I say mock formal, eliciting another laugh. The second dance seems to last forever and I don’t think I have ever felt so good in my entire life. At some point she says, “Well, we are going to make some people jealous…” I look up and follow her gaze. The Mexican and Miss C have taken the chair two seats over. They are both watching us and she seems to have stopped dancing. I decide to ignore them and continue.
About a millennia later, I finish the third dance and beg off for some rest. She smiles and thanks me and takes my money into the DR. I stand up and stumble. That part of my head that never gets drunk wakes up and says, “Drunk!” I consider it and discard it as nonsense. “No, you are drunk, asshole.” It says to me again. I guess it must be right. And here I thought it was the chemistry. I hold on to various chairs as I leave the dance room and flop into my seat, after giving the Mexican a hearty slap on the back. He looks at me and says “I love drunk, Gen.” “I’m not drunk!” I protest. “If I were drunk, could I do this?” I then remove the car key from my pocket, put my finger through the ring and deftly spin it around my finger in a complicated and impressive pattern. Looked like that to ME anyway. I end the spin with an equally deft hand off of the key to the wingman.
{OK, at this point, I should note that I had had about 5 red bull/vodka combinations. I was quite intoxicated. So my recollections of the evening may not be up to my usual standards of detail. However, it sure was a great time :) I will outline the interactions that I do recall but I am not 100% sure of the order that they were in.}
Miss M took me back for 2 more sets of dances during the body of the evening. Both sets were phenomenal, with me being doubly intoxicated on vodka and the chemistry she and I had.
At some point, Miss M was sitting on my lap, wearing a different outfit, telling me the details of her problems with the Saturday night work night. She had felt terrible to tell me she couldn’t make it but she was lucky that she made it happen. I think I tried to subtly imply that it was a game she was playing to increase the rarity of her visit and therefore its value. She looked at me with perfect and utter sincerity and said, “I would never run a game on you. I want nothing more than be able to spend time with you.” The SS sensor damn near shocked me into sobriety.
I went up to tip Miss K on stage. She had the most fantastic ass…on stage she would do a split and then flex to make it shake oh so nice. She got a lot of tips for that move.
There was this other great interaction with Miss K. The third time she visited me for some free vodka, I made her sit down and talk to me. She was actually pleasant company. She sat for me for a bit before asking for the drink. I agreed and she left and returned with a red bull and a cup of ice for each of us. This time, I provided the vodka and she provided the red bull. Since I was out of red bull at that time, it was at least a nice touch. However, after 2 sips, she excused herself. She would LOVE to stay but this guy at the bar was paying her $40 just to hang out with him. Of course, I understood. (I silently resolved to never buy a dance from Miss K.)
Some time later, Miss K came over to me and flopped onto my lap with a pout. I asked what was wrong. She said that she had been working this guy all night and he had tipped her more than $80 but she couldn’t get him to go back for a dance. “Why not?” I asked. “Well, it looks like he has just been waiting for HER…” She pointed and I followed her finger over to see the guy standing at the bar chatting with Miss M. As we watched, she took his hand and lead him back to the dance room. Miss K’s pout only increased as I began to laugh heartily. “What so funny?” she asked, pouting a pretty little pout. “Do you know where I live?” I asked. She shook her head and guessed a local town. I told her where I live and she was shocked. “That is like 400 miles away,” she exclaimed. I nodded and said, “Do you know why I travel all this way to come to this club?” She shook her head again and I told her, “to see Miss M.” I laughed again and she renewed her pout, punching me playfully in the shoulder. She then launched into this diatribe about how it was so unfair that Miss M got all the business because of her stupendous augmented breasts and how she (Miss K) didn’t have fantastic breasts (They were actually quite nice.) She also said that she worked in the wrong club for her true assets, which, in her view, were her amazing rear end. (She was completely and utterly blind to her beauty.) This monologue might have been annoying had she not had to punctuate her discussion with a close up and personal display of each of these assets and she discussed them. It was damn near a free dance, with a lot of talking…I also complimented her on her beauty. She really was gorgeous. She gave me a look as if to say “You can’t pull CS on me.” and snorted her disbelief. *shrug* Probably better that she doesn’t know how beautiful she is. At some point, she drank some more vodka and wandered off.
After one of my sets of dances with Miss M, she told me she had to work on stage. I realized I had no $5s to tip her and no red bull on the table, so I headed up to the bar. I slipped the bar girl a $20 and asked her for one red bull and all $5s as change. She hooked me up and I heard this faint beeping as I turned to leave. To my right, against the wall at the end of the bar, was the lady with the frizzy blonde hair and amazing breasts, playing one of those stupid bar game machines. She was playing Mahjongg which, in my drunken state, was absolutely amazing. I struck up a conversation and she started to tell me about the game. She showed me how to play and we shared a few games. I asked her why she wasn’t working the room or having a good time. She gave me a sob story about having a hard night and not being able to move any dances. I was drunk enough that her story touched me (yeah, I was THAT drunk) and I felt bad for her. So I hung with her a bit more. I introduced myself and she introduced herself as Miss D. “Actually,” she began, unprompted, “my real name is Miss S.” “Whoa,” I replied. “I don’t do real names…see you and I have a professional relationship and I prefer to stick with professional names. I’ll call you Miss D.” She laughed and told me, “Well, Miss S is actually a fake name too. Guys just always want to know my real name, so I made up a fake real name to tell them.” As drunk as I was, this was absolutely hilarious.
(continued, once again)
GenWar
03-16-2006, 04:12 PM
(concluded, finally!)
Eventually, I broke away from Miss D to go to the stage and join the throngs showering Miss M with money. She give me a big smile when she saw my $5 and gave me a little more contact than the average dudes. I returned to the table and found Miss D in my seat. She quit my chair and pulled up her own and she was a permanent fixture at our table for the rest of the night (like 45 minutes.) We talked a LOT about the industry and dancing and many topics. She was very intelligent and could carry a good conversation. She made for nice company as Miss M’s dance card was quite full. At one point, the wingman gave miss D some shit because he was really seeking her company in the earlier part of the evening and she wasn’t really paying attention. She said “What made you notice me?” He sort of hemmed and hawwed so I pointed out that she has the best augmented breasts we had ever seen. “Fake?” she exclaimed in what I hope was mock outrage. “these are 100% real.” And she proceeded to demonstrate for both of us, beyond any reasonable doubt, that her wonderful breasts were, in fact, all natural. They were amazing and we were quite stunned to sit there with that realization.
At about 1:40 Miss M came for me. “you like to close out the night, right?” she said. I am amazed that she remembered so I just nodded mutely. “Well, the night is yours,” she said with a flourish and led me like a retarded puppy back into the dance room. I got 2 dances, including one to T-pain’s “I’m in love with a stripper…” Seems my talk with God earlier had lead him to keep an eye on the proceedings and he wanted to let me know he was still paying attention. I refuse to acknowledge those who advocate that the Big Guy has no sense of humor. The third song was the last one and I had money for it but I begged off. “If it’s ok, I’d like to give the last dance to someone else.” “Of course, baby.” She smiled, without missing a beat, probably mentally counting the $600 or so she made off my table and $2000 or so she probably made over the course of the night. I returned to the table and found Miss D wishing everyone good night.
She came over and hugged me and I returned the hug (it was nice!) She wished me a good night and made to leave but I held her hands and began backing towards the dance room. “Wha-?” she exclaimed confused. “Come with me,” I replied. “I’d like to spend the last dance with you.” She lit up like a kid on Xmas and followed me into the room. As we found a seat, I tucked my last $30 into her cleavage and said, “I saved this for you.” She had a bigger smile than I had seen from her all night which made me feel good, though, in hindsight, I wonder if it was SS. The sensor was silent but it isn’t always that effective when I am drunk. “What about Miss M?” she asked me. I shrugged, “She’s cool. We are big believers in Rule #4.” Miss D then gave me a dance. It was a nice dance as her breasts are, as I have said, fantastic. It was a good time but it was no Miss M dance. We were still in an embrace when the bouncers began shouting for exits. I got up and headed to the table. The Mexican and the wingman had the liquor and stuff bagged up and they led me out into the night.
Epilogue:
I text’ed Miss M on Sat night and on Monday to thank her for the visit and make sure I wasn’t crossing any lines by asking her to work. She called me on Tuesday evening and we chatted a bit about the time and the fun. She asked me about the last dance and I told her about Miss D and the fun we had with her. “Yeah,” she said knowingly. “I figured you would like her.” I could hear her smirk through the phone. I gave her a new Saturday date next month for her to check her schedule. We talked idly about having dinner before the club and left it in the usual amorphous “We’ll see.” status; it never happens. She promised to check her schedule and let me know and we hung up.
-gen