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FBR
09-27-2005, 07:52 PM
Even more than I?


LOL Are you old enough to remember the original Wolfenstein? Schutzstaffel!

I just downloaded the demo for Serious Sam II. That motherfucka is a bitch but fun. One of my employees gave me Farcry to play with and Im stuck on the first level :-\

FBR

FBR
09-27-2005, 07:54 PM
Happy Birthday, FBR. :D

Miss D is the ultimate enigma. Guess that part of the fun.

FBR

Mastridonicus
09-27-2005, 09:35 PM
Even more than I?
*Started in 97 with Quake 2
*More of a gamer than I have ever let on here (no one typically cares about FPS's on a stripping site..grin)

Since I am so new to the stripping scene I will beat you where I can MW.

*Started in 93 with Blake Stone!
Then Doom

I played railwars for weeks on end in QII.

Want to know a tip? HL2 is built off a Heavily Modded Q1 engine. No lie!

God I suck @ girls.


Happy Birthday FBR

Mastridonicus
09-27-2005, 09:38 PM
LOL Are you old enough to remember the original Wolfenstein? Schutzstaffel!

I just downloaded the demo for Serious Sam II. That motherfucka is a bitch but fun. One of my employees gave me Farcry to play with and Im stuck on the first level :-\

FBR


MEIN LAVEN!

Tho I started with Blake Stone, knowing it was a simple reskin over Wolfentstein 3D made me HAVE to try it. Almost Identical.

DOOM I wasn't any good till the Simpsons Mod, then the Smurf Mod.

Also what made qII the coolest was an overly well done Transformers Mod.

Moneywise
09-27-2005, 10:07 PM
I have my whole Q2 folder in it's original splendor on my drive and it always moves from machine to new machine when I upgrade. I still play it on occasion. Actually when I discovered Q2 while stationed up in the frigid North on 56gay I also stumbled upon a single player game called R.O.T.T. (Rise Of The Triad) I played that to the finish and th rest is history. I'm a terror with a Q2 grapple hook & railgun. ok.. enough geek bonding! :P

Happy Berfday Eff Bee Arra!

Casual Observer
09-28-2005, 12:12 PM
Want to know a tip? HL2 is built off a Heavily Modded Q1 engine. No lie!

HL2 is built off of Source; the original Quake engine had no capacity for HDR, high poly models, etc. There's almost ten years of difference in the codebase. Methinks you mean HL1 is a modified Quake engine product...


MEIN LAVEN!

No, it's "Mein Leben!" (My life!)

Computer n00bs...

;)

Mastridonicus
09-28-2005, 07:01 PM
Casual: you are ABSOLUTLY RIGHT I typo'd
:D

yea. And I wrote it phenetically.

But alas, I am no n00b.

sif.

Mastridonicus
09-28-2005, 07:03 PM
MW: You ever play on rail wars? I was always a TOP GUN *giggle* on there. GrappleHooking was the best thing for q2 EVER. FLY THROUGH LEVELS. It was soooo much fun.

Anyone who doesn't control their game through the console, saves/loads/etc, is a hippo. There. I said it.

Destiny
09-28-2005, 07:46 PM
Okay, I don't know if you guys are talking about video games or automobiles, but I'm bored. Somebody PM me when this thread gets back to sex. ;)

Casual Observer
09-28-2005, 08:21 PM
^ Just PM me if you want to get to the sex part, D.

;)

Richard_Head
09-28-2005, 09:41 PM
Geeks::)

Mastridonicus
09-28-2005, 10:59 PM
I MEANT SEX! YEA,

Video games are for VIRGINS *cough* NO ONE NEEDS VIDEO GAMES!

I HATE VIDEO GAMES!

Someone give me an AXE imma chop WOOD.

Nothin but 100% MAN HERE.

mortalman
12-05-2005, 09:58 PM
I am elated and depressed.

Cause of the depression:
I have been seeing a dancer OTC for over two years now.
We have, at least I do, a great time when we see each other.
She's great, beautiful and we have a lot of laughs.
She recently told me that her SO, who is in the military, is transferring to Germany.
Of course, she and her kids are going with him. She is scheduled to leave 12/20.
I will miss her and our time together, hopefully I'll see her in 6 months or so if she
comes back to visit her family.

Cause of the elation:
Today, we got together for the last time before she leaves.
I took her shopping as I usually do this time of year. We met at the mall.
We went to her favorite store, bebe sport, and bought several outfits.
I always enjoy these times, having her try on outfits for my approval, the knowing
looks from the salesgirls and othe shoppers. I am considerably older than her
and they know the score. With her Xmas shopping done we went to
Victoria's Secret to get something for me. I selected a nice matching bra, g-string
set in white with matching lace stockings. While there she told me that she was
going to give me another present later, something I had always asked for, and
that I could probably figure out what it would be. I paid for the purchase and then
we went to get some dinner. We had some great seafood and a couple of
magaritas, then she drove me back to my place in her car.
Once inside I put on some music and we enjoyed some more tequila. She changed
into the matching white ensemble and we began to enjoy ourselves. I am a big
fan of oral, giving and recieving, and still in the xmas spirit I gave as best I could.
This went on for some time until she asked me to get a condom. CFS followed in
several positions finally stopping when she got up and removed the condom.
She freshened up and returned for the finale. I reminded her of her promise of a
"special present" earlier, she smiled and said "Are you ready?"
(previously I had asked for a bj but she had always declined, I assumed this was
something she saved for her SO, she had told me she didn't like to do it so I
didn't press it any further)
What followed was the best experience I had ever had with her or any other.
Very enthusiastic, wet, lots of hand action. Her lips and tounge felt out of this
world. She stopped only to bring me back to Earth by telling me to warn her
when I was close. We changed positions to a 69 so I could enjoy myself even
more. I was close and managed to push her off of my face to warn her just in time.
I was shaken with the most intense release of my life. When the quivering and jerking
subsided, we layed in that position for a while until we broke out laughing.
We cleaned up, got dressed, had another shot and she drove me back to my car.

Saying goodnight was the hardest part of the day. Knowing I would not see her
for so long if ever again. She promised to keep in touch while she was gone.
I hope this isn't the last time we see each other, but if it is this will be
a night I will remember fondly.

kikin
12-06-2005, 07:57 AM
damn, dude! That was an excellent read.

lunchbox
12-06-2005, 08:42 AM
do to another thread, I feel inclined to mention that I was 'moved' a bit by this story.

SportsWriter2
12-06-2005, 03:26 PM
(previously I had asked for a bj but she had always declined, I assumed this was something she saved for her SO...)
Well, at least she saves swallowing for the SO. :-\

Vegas_Mentor
12-06-2005, 05:45 PM
A few dancers meet customers outiside of the club but most dancers will not unless they have known the guy for a long time. I have been in the business for ten years and can think of maybe ten women who activly meet guys outside the club out of the hundred or more I have known.

FBR
12-06-2005, 06:14 PM
Dancers often keep their OTC activities pretty close to the vest.

FBR

yoda57us
12-06-2005, 09:59 PM
Dancers often keep their OTC activities pretty close to the vest.

FBR


yup..

FBR
07-05-2006, 09:30 PM
Pt 1

Miss D and I have been trying for a couple of weeks to work out an OTC time. After several cancellations on both our parts, we decided today was the day come hell or high water. 2PM at O'Charlies for lunch foreplay and then off to enjoy RR/lotion fun. I was pretty happy that it seemed we finally had it nailed down. When my cell rang at 12:30 and I saw her number on caller ID, you can imagine my reaction. I immediately thought...fuck...here we go again. Instead of simply answering "Hello" which is how I would normally answer a personal call comeing in, I answered "XX speaking" in a businesslike tone of voice. She laughed and said "Well dayum...I didnt know I was calling your office". I had to laugh also and gave her some lame excuse about not paying attention to the incoming number blah blah LOL "So whats up, hon?" I asked pretty much expecting a reschedule. "Just calling to let you know that I will be...ummm...about 15 or 20 minutes late. I got tied up in a fuckin meeting here at school and am just now leaving. (she says "ummmmm" a lot which is cute and "fuck" a lot which is not so cute but hey I have a potty mouth too sometimes).

Anyway, I was relieved that it wasnt a cancellation/reschedule. I've been jonesin for a while and to be honest fighting RIL/PL tendencies which you all know I have. After we hung up, I went back to work on an Excell spreadsheet I had open on my computer. I was juggling numbers around trying to come up with a reasonable senario why it would be more cost effective for a potential customer to buy from me rather than my most hated competitor. Around 2PM I leaned back and took a final look at the numbers. They weren't exactly dishonest but there were admittedly skewed in my favor. Guess we will see tomorrow. I closed the spreadsheet and shutdown my computer. I told my secretary I was headed north for a meeting (bless her heart, she never questions my disappearances) and fired up the EXT. I did a fire burnout (at least as much as is possible on a four wheel drive truck) and headed north towards OC's.

As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Miss D's Mits Spyder sitting right out front. Actually, it was sitting right out front in a fuckin "Carry Out" parking spot. She does that all the time and it drives me nuts. I cant tell you how many banters back and forth we have had about it. I'm a rules kind of guy...if it says Carry Out you dont park there unless you are a carry out customer. She thinks I worry too much about stupid rules. She has admitted to a goal of convincing me one day to say fuck It and park in Carry Out. I doubt I will ever be able to do that LOL Damn it sucks to be old LOL

Anyway, after noting her car parked inappropriately I pulled further into the parking lot and found a legal spot LOL Locking up the EXT I rolled in and headed towards the bar area. The greeter got out part of her spiel "Welcome to O'Ch..." but I just pointed at the bar and forged ahead. I spotted Miss D chatting with the bartender. Or maybe chatting him up I dunno. He wasnt particularly stud muffinish so I wasnt too worried. We have a favorite barmaid that we often see when hitting OC's on Saturday. Shes awesome, fun to hang out with and comps us at least one drink whenever we show up. Guess she doesnt work on Wednesdays dammit.

I slipped onto the barstool next to Miss D. The bartender immediately shut off his rap and said "Hello, sir. What can I get you?" I hate being called sir by these young guys LOL I know that there is an insult lying underneath somewhere. But, considering he was the only act in town and I didnt want him to spit in my drink, I politely said Hello and ordered a frozen Marg. Miss D had already ordered her shot of 1800, Coke back, lemon, salt shaker. The young squire immediately moved off to get my drink, probably hoping that my old age would require frequent bathroom visits so he could chat up MIss D while I was gone LOL Cant blame him, to be honest.

We immediately launched conversationally into what we did on the 4th..fireworks...cookouts etc. idle chit chat but it was enjoyable. I'm sure the conversation was meaningful to her but I have to admit to being more interested in checking out her appearance. Damn...she looked good. As Ive mentioned in previous reports back in the day she has a mane of blond hair that reaches down to her ass. More often than not, when we hook up she has it either in a pony tail (which is cute but not that sexy) or has it up in a bun (which is her school mode and definitely not sexy but I understand the maintenance factor of her 20 pounds of hair). Today she had it full flowing and holy shit jesus H it looked awesome. On top of that she had on a tight pair of capri jeans and a really cute V neck brown top which shared her generous natural cleavage with the rest of the world but what the fuck, it looked awesome. No complaints here.

I had to think of something else so I grabbed the menu to figure out what I wanted. Im not a big eater so decided on a cuppa tomato bisque soup and crackers. She orderd a fried chicken salad with no mushrooms, tomatoes or crutons but with extra cheese and the dressing on the side but it has to be lo cal dressing not the regular kind blah blah blah. Kerrristtt I thought I was watching Pretty Woman. But the 'tender took it in stride.

FBR
07-05-2006, 09:32 PM
Pt 2

We enjoyed another round while waiting for our food. When it arrived it was exactly as ordered which is a good thing. It didnt take long to eat. A bowl of soup is about a 5 minute adventure and Miss D picks around her food so much it doesnt take much more than that. We finished up the remants of our drinks and I called for the check. $38.63....hmmm...not bad but I did notice the bartender didnt comp us anything. Fuck that...Im stickin to Saturdays in the future. I paid the bill and we headed out. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that several of the guys sitting alone checked out Miss D as we were leaving. I felt a little smug thinking hey I cant help it if you only have chump change but then, thanks to hanging out here, I thought of TOO which put my ass in perspective in a hurry LOL

We drove separately to the hotel. The room was just fine. After checking out the cleanliness, she started to disrobe. I enjoy watching her undress. She doesnt put on a stripper show or anything...she just takes off her clothes like anyone would do in a comfortable, unembarrassed situation. Within a few moments she was nude. Damn she looked fine as wine. I knew she had been spending some time at her pool and her tan lines looked awesome. She jumped on the king size bed and did her usual bouncy thingee. I cant figure out if its a ritual thing or not but she seems to enjoy it so what the hell. Finally, she settled down on the bed, lying on her stomach. She's actually very short, only 5'2" but for some reason she looked long and lanky to me today. She smiled and pointed to the bottle of Bath and Body Works lotion she had placed on the dresser beside the bed. I assumed that was a "come hither FBR" indicator and thought I should get undressed also. I reached down to unbutton my shirt and discovered that I was already in the same state as her. WTF when did that happen? Shrugging and writing it off to her magic, I joined her on the bed.

FTB

When its a real relationship you tend to linger afterwards, or at least so I hear. The shower was fun. I spent every moment I could scrubbing her nooks and crannies. She reciprocated sans the crannies LOL But I knew she enjoyed the short aftermath...at least to the extent she can. She will never let her guard down. Which I suppose is for the best since one of us has to be realistic.

We towelled off and got dressed. We had the TV on. Celine Dion was on Oprah along with her husband. Her hubby is somewhere around my age...maybe a bit older. Miss D went on about how Celine had married an old guy...and had a kid by him....she didnt get it. To myself, I said "Well...Im sure hes a lot older than me" LOL. Kinda put a bit of a damper on it for me but Im sure Miss D was oblivious to that. I let it go. We locked up and headed out to our vehicles. After our hugs we headed our separate ways with promises to get together again soon.

FBR

NoCoverLover
07-09-2006, 07:19 AM
FBR... You dawg you! Way to go! Damn I'm gealous now. :(

I guess it's good that you've still got it goin' on. It makes me feel better knowing I've still got a lot of good years ahead!

I'm going to need some tips from you sometime...

Moneywise
07-09-2006, 06:58 PM
(pt 1)

I'm not even supposed to be posting here but I had to share my latest encounter with the old crew. It's good to see you're all still keeping the cause alive. Baby needs a new pair of shoes u know.


Last weekend I made a trip home to the Carolinas to visit family. I took a couple of days off from work and made 4 days out of it. I went alone. (big mistake..lol) Can anyone remember what happened the last time I went home? Let me refresh (http://www.stripperweb.com/forum/showthread.php?t=39573&page=21&pp=15) your memory. Could the same thing happen again? When it happened the first time I thought "never in a million years will this ever happen again".

Ms. 1G's phone number is still plugged into my cell phone. A few months ago she gave me her email address. She no longer visits SC regularly choosing to spend most of her time out in Vegas. however, she does travel often and has agreed to give me a shout whenever she comes to a city near me. What the hell? It's not often you have an experience like the one I wrote about back in Sept 05. Spending 1G was crazy the first time. It will be even crazier the next time.



It's not a matter of asking every dancer in the club and annoying the fuck out of them. It's determining who to ask, and when

This is so true! I've developed a knack for narrowing it down to an almost sure thing nowadays. It's crazy! I don't post half as often as I used to before getting hitched. Yet still, some things compel me to come here and share. When crazy shit happens I sometimes find myself wondering if it was just a dream. Instead of pinching myself I put it in words. About marriage, you know what they say... You can take the dog out of the wild, but you cant take the wild out of the dog. (woof woof)

Anyway, back to my story.

After spending a day in Georgia with family it's on to SC where I visit with family for a day in one town and on to another the next day which is where it all happened again like de ja vu. It's Saturday night. I venture out to my favorite full nude bar. It's the only one on the city that's full nude with a full bar. They're done numerous renovations inside since I was last back at home but there wasn't anything tantalizing there to keep me so I left about 15 minutes later to head over to the spot where Ms. 1G happened last September. This club is where all of the beautiful ladies go. Some come from surrounding cities to dance at this club. I would say on average there will be anywhere from 50-75 girls working this club on a Saturday night. It's really quite the atmosphere to walk into.

My intentions are quite simple. Get a few nice dances and head home. The ease at which I have found myself pegging the OTC possibilities is usually an afterthought. I don't enter the clubs with these intentions.

I snuggle up to the bar and order a Heineken. I'm not in my usual surroundings so I usually try to go light on the alcohol. As I am leaning at the bar scoping the scene this hit little tamale walks by. She has a perfect body with perfect large natural tits. I grab her hand and the conversation ensues. We quickly find ourselves in one of many LD rooms surrounding the club. The LD rooms are about as dark as they can get. This I absolutely love. We engage in a few somewhat cordial LDs with minimal to medium touching. She offers up her beautiful c cups and I oblige by taking a nipple into my mouth. When she turns her back to me and grinds Frazier she comments on how the girl dancing just across from us has an incredible ass. I had already noticed that but was trying to keep my intentions on the low low until she noticed. The girl across from us returned the compliment by commenting on how she would love to have the beautiful c cups attached to the little piece of heaven on my lap. Money is exchanged afterwards, a hug is given, she goes her way and I watch as the beautiful specimen of an ass disappears into the crowd after having taken care of her guy.

From that moment on it was my intention to get a dance or two or three from the girl with the killer ass. I take up residence in a seat that borders the main aisle near the bar and wait. Minutes go by... Time seems at a standstill. Where oh where has she gone? 10 minutes later She's right behind me talking briefly to some guy. She quickly walks away before I can impress upon her my interest in getting dances. A few seconds later she strolls back by. I lean back and grab her hand. Without hesitation she lounges into my lap. On a scale of 1 to 10, with Ms.L having been a 8 at best and Ms. J having been a strong 7, this girl is a rock solid 12! Fuck... I’m sitting here with her in my lap carrying on conversation and thinking this girl is even more beautiful than Ms. 1G. (and topping that is no easy task...)

Moneywise
07-09-2006, 07:03 PM
(pt 2)

After a bit of small talk I ask if she would like to dance for me. She seemed perfectly fine snuggling up to me in my lap but my mind was so much further into the next scene. As I follow her to the dark room of LD glory I find myself amazed at how her body is such a picture of physical perfection. From our conversation I gathered she is of South American origin although she has lived most of her live in SC. Her breasts are a modest size (fairly small) but her nipples are tantalizing. The dances begin. One becomes two. Two becomes three. I got so many that they all started to blend together. Yet still, I kept a pretty close count of what I owed her throughout to see if she could be trusted. As each dance progressed the level of contact increased. I think by about the third dance she would have been deep throating Frazier had it not been for those pesky shorts that can sometimes get in the way. She was practically jacking my shit while taking the head into her mouth through my shorts. The visual was amazing as she danced, ground, stroked, licked, kissed, etc etc. she would mount me CG and grind into me while softly kissing my neck. We would then find ourselves locked in a light FK one more than one occasion. She has a tongue stud which I think is an amazing turn on.



While dancing she would occasionally straddle my lap with her face towards the entry door to the LD room .You know what that means. Digital exploration was definitely all over the menu. I couldn’t take much more of this and thus the chatter began. While riding me Cg I said “ride it like I stole something”. She obliged by pounding her hot crotch onto Frazier while grabbing the back of my head. At some point in time the moment of truth came to light. I was so turned on by her I leaned forward and whispered in her ear “let me put the tip in. just the tip”. She looked at me with those bedroom eyes and said “that’s going to cost you”.



Now at this very moment I thought to myself…. No fucking way. I was in this same LD room 10 months ago and the same shit went down. No fucking way… Then I snapped back to and continued.



Me: Really? Are you serious?

Ms. C: Are you serious?

Me: Yeah. I promise I will only put the tip in though.

Ms. C: (laughs)

She then sizes me up for a moment and says…

Ms. C: I’m only in town for the weekend. I don’t know where we could go.

Me: (ding ding ding) Well, there’s an (hotel name) across the street. I could get a room there. Can you really just up and leave?

Ms. C: Yes.

Me: How much are we talking here???

Ms. C: $500

I’m thinking to myself you have got to be kidding me. Someone pinch me… not only is this girl much hotter than Ms 1G, she’s only half as costly… At this point in time I kick it into full gear.

Me: Let’s make this happen.

Ms. C: I came with my girl so let me talk to her and let her know. We could both just stay the night in the room.

At this point I quickly tossed a slider. I wasn’t about to get a room under my name and then have two stripper spending the night there long after I leave. H to the N.

Me: I’m not going to be around all night and am not comfortable with leaving a room available for someone I barely know. You may want to find other arrangements for you and your girl.

Ms. C: Ok. Here’s my number. After you get a room call my phone to lock in your number and I will call you back shortly once I square things away here.

Me: OK!

Ms. C: Are you ready for the damage?

Me: Yes.

Ms. C: That’ll be $220

Me: Ok.

At this point I realize she’s trustworthy. The dances were $30 a pop. I counted 10 dances.

It really seemed like de ja vu. I walked outside with my chest out and sat in my car listening to music. I strolled across to the old HG grounds and reserved a room. It’s too bad they didn’t have hourly rates. (lol) I then called and received her voicemail. Instead of leaving a message I hung up. A few minutes later she calls. I gave her the room number and she promised to show up within 15 minutes. I lean out over the balcony from the room and observe the lobby area 4 floors below. Just a few minutes later she comes walking in and takes the glass elevator. My heart was in my throat. I’m not easily overwhelmed by beauty but this girl did it for me.

She smiles as she steps out of the elevator and sees me leaning over the balcony. When she gets to the room I stroll in with her and tell her to make herself comfortable. This room came with a complimentary bottle of wine. I popped the cork and poured a couple of glasses. We sat and talked for awhile. Her phone rang. It was her girl.



After she gets off the phone she sits her purse and phone aside and straddles my lap CG. The both of us take sips of wine. Her aggression shows and it’s a great turn on. Wow! Her ass is grinding on me and my hands are fully involved in cupping it and guiding her up and down against Frazier.



Me: Do you want to take care of the $ first?


Ms. C: I know you’re good for it.


***FTB HARD***


As I lay there next to her spent I wondered how long she was going to stay. She had already been with me for a couple of hours and was lying there about to fall asleep. I really didn’t have to be anywhere so I laid there and caressed her. I couldn’t get enough of that body. As she laid with her back to me I spooned with her. My caresses were answered by a reach back and stroking of Frazier. Ladies and gentlemen round 2 was about to kick off.


***FTB***


It’s a little after 4am. The rush of the unknown (which might happen if I fell asleep) kept me wide awake. She got up to hit the RR and I followed her. The both of us showered together. I washed her back and told her how much I enjoyed the time we spent together. She also had enjoyed what took place tonight and asked if I would be interested in seeing her again. The night ended on a good note as she walked out after pleasantries were exchanged (incl monies). I promised to keep in touch not knowing if I actually would.


That night was two weeks ago. We’ve been texting each other since then. I’m going back up to visit in a couple of weeks and am working on setting something up for that Saturday night minus the clubbing.


Damn it feels good to be a Junkie. ;D

mr_punk
07-09-2006, 10:18 PM
It's not a matter of asking every dancer in the club and annoying the fuck out of them. It's determining who to ask, and when, that becomes the challenge. Once you get your game down, maintaining the high batting average is where the challenge is.exactamente..separating the wheat from the chaff.

This is so true! I've developed a knack for narrowing it down to an almost sure thing nowadays. It's crazy! I don't post half as often as I used to before getting hitched. Yet still, some things compel me to come here and share.it's the dark side of the force, my son.

dayzed
07-10-2006, 02:35 AM
I'm going to need some tips from you sometime...LOL... anyone else interested in lobbying for a correspondence course? Or maybe some kind of round-table forum? We could have a pool of experts share their unique theories and methodologies for executing OTC... maybe a panel comprising FBR, TOO, CP, M_P, Sporty, and Yoda :P

Richard_Head
07-10-2006, 02:37 AM
LOL... anyone else interested in lobbying for a correspondence course? We could have a pool of experts share their unique theories and methodologies for executing OTC... maybe a faculty comprising FBR, TOO, CP, M_P, Sporty, and Yoda :PLOL, kinda like DancerWealth for custy's.

dayzed
07-12-2006, 08:21 AM
(I am moving this over here since not really relevant to the new thread that JZ created)

I've made one attempt at OTC, in Vegas... It began w/ an (extremely enjoyable) hour on the floor, followed by a torrential hour in VIP -- not super-high mileage, but total GFE and the best dances I've had. At the end of the session, I declined further VIP but implied an interest in seeing her elsewhere. She immediately volunteered her phone # and suggested that I call her the next day so we could "meet for drinks." The next day was iffy schedule-wise, so I countered "how about tonight." She then asked what I wanted, I countered "you know what I want" (or similar) and she laid out her terms -- everything but sex for $500. (This was done coyly and via a lot of back-and-forth innuendo but still presented without ambiguity.)

She had me wrapped around her finger and I would have been happy to pretty much just hand over my wallet and ATM codes. Furthermore, the "everything but sex" jibed perfectly with my own interests.

However, as I went through my mental inventory of SCJ TRs:glasses:, the data seemed to suggest that $500 was above the Vegas market rate (w/ no sex). The irony here is that I was willing to pay more. And yet, because she was quoting (what I thought was) above market rates, I felt treated like a mark (or that she was quoting high because it was something that she didn't actually want to do -- i.e. Jenny's point in the other thread). So I went against my own instincts and declined. I then started yammering apologies for making things awkward etc. (newb). She told me not to worry and insisted that I still call her the next day and in fact went through kind of a hassle to locate a pen for writing down her number.

The next morning I woke up and completely regretted my decision. Number one, I decided that after spending upwards of $800 on her ITC (including floor dances, drinks, the $600 VIP + $100 VIP tip), it was shortsighted and stupid to decline the opp for much higher mileage, OTC, for a lower amount. (In fact, it was counterintuitive that ITC would cost more than OTC -- is such a ratio typical?) I felt cheap even worrying about market rates, etc., particularly given that my opinion was very possibly misinformed.

For all I knew, she had given a fake #, but I called her, she answered, seemed very pleased to hear from me, and set up a meeting for 8 that night.;D I kept things light, didn't specify that I had decided to accept her proposal, assumed the mere fact of calling would communicate acceptance.

Unfortunately, she never showed, never called. >:(

Maybe I screwed up or insulted her the night before, or maybe this is just case of "flaky stripper." (OTOH, can't blame her if she viewed me as "flaky customer.") I can't imagine that I'll be able to resist calling her when I next visit LV so maybe I'll find out then. Some members say that they rarely discuss finances prior to the actual meet-up or even consummation -- this would obviously be the ideal scenario. However, I didn't see any means of avoiding it.

Moneywise
07-12-2006, 02:32 PM
Imagine that. a "holy grail" thread with shared holy grail recollections. who woulda thunk this thread could remain so pure.

FBR
07-12-2006, 07:58 PM
dayzed, no I think you made the right call in balking at the $500 price. I took a quick glance at TBD and the going rate for full service seems to be only $400 an hour in the Vegas area. And certainly "everything but sex" is subject to wide interpretation (hers) and had the OTC actually taken place it could have easily disappointed you with an hour of lame air dances instead of the activities you thought you had contracted for.

To be honest, I do think you likely damaged your status with her. By status I mean your standing as a customer who expects good ROI and wont be tricked, manipulated or otherwise taken advantage of. I believe this occured not when you said "no" to her proposition (good dancers generally are assertive people and have no problem with others assertiveness, especially concerning money) but instead when you followed up your refusal with apologizes and verbal stumbling around for what was a reasonable decision on your part.

At first I wondered why she gave you a "real" phone number ie: one that she would actually answer rather than a customer only cell that goes straight to voice mail or worse yet a totally fake number. Maybe she was serious about getting together at a later date when she wrote down her number..who knows? But my guess is she was attempting to create a false sense of closeness along with her recognition of the possibility that you were going to be in town for a while longer. This could present additional opportunities for you to come to her club and spend another $800 or more on her. A NC/NS is easy to explain away...my car broke down, my babysitter bailed, the bad time of the month hit early and I had cramps, blah, blah...and if accompanied with the proper physical SS , hell most customers would be tempted to swallow that line. And if you didnt give her a way to contact you, that would make her excuses even more plausible ("I would have called you but I didnt have a way to get hold of you") OTOH a fake number would pretty much guarantee that if you did come back to the club, she wouldnt get any of your money.

If you decide to contact her during your next trip to Vegas, I wouldnt expect anything any different on her part but you never know. If nothing else, it might be fun to see from an learning experience point of view.

FBR

FBR
07-12-2006, 10:28 PM
If I may stroll down memory lame for a moment, the $500 Dayzed mentioned reminded me of my first of two OTC's with Miss B. I believe I reported this one in an HG post way back but its fun to recollect.

I had been going after Miss B full bore using all of the resources I could muster. Finally, during a flirtation conversation between rounds of LD's (and rounds of drinks), she mentioned getting together OTC (see...I dont always corrupt them...sometimes they corrupt me). We agreed on $500 for an hour or so of nude LD's at a local hotel. I knew the $500 was way over the local POP but by this time I was so hot for her I would have agreed to damn near any price. Long story short, we did dinner and went to the hotel. It was a deluxe room at a Holiday Inn, not the Red Roof...just so you know that I can exhibit a bit of class once in a while. Miss B was supposed to bring a CD player along to provide some dancing music. Of course she forgot it (real or contrived? I dunno) So were sitting on the bed. She was fussing around with the TV controller trying to find MTV or some other music video channel. Unfortunately, the room only had very basic cable so there wasnt squat on. I remember thinking...fuck this aint going so well. I wound up putting the moves on her (to be honest expecting a rebuff) but instead we wound up doing full oral and it was hot as hell. Had I been better prepared, FS would have occurred but dummy me actually thought we were getting together for dances only. I never considered that the encounter could go further. We consumated things during OTC #2 but it died out shortly thereafter due to forces beyond my control.

I mention this mostly because I gave dayzed kudos for not accepting an overpriced encounter. And yet I did just that. It worked out for me albeit in the short term. I guess I can justify this apparent contradiction based upon the thousands of dollars I had already invested in cultivating Miss B. Had I just met her and the same conversation occurred, I like to think I would have been a wary as he was.

FBR

Moneywise
07-18-2006, 05:33 AM
Speaking of crazy I have to share this because it seems a little crazy to me. Yet it's just another excuse to go back and visit my mother this weekend. City 1 and 2 are about 90 minutes away from each other. I have family in both cities.

You already know about Ms. C and our $500 romp a couple of weeks ago. Well, I just can't get enough and Frazier is drowning out any hint of rational thought.

Here's the cellular text log of a back and forth that took place over the last few days.

Me: I was just thinking about u. It looks like I will be heading back up on Fri July 21st. Where will you be (city1) or (city2)? What are the chances of hooking back up this Friday night?

Ms C: Let me get back 2 u on that.

Me: Alright. Take your time. I like sure things.

A few days pass. Fast forward to today.

Me: I'm definitely coming bk home on Friday. I have another $500 for you if you want it. Of course, I will only stick the tip in just like b4.

Ms C: oh really? That's not what happened b4.

Me: (laughs) So what's up? If you tell me where you'll be dancing Friday night I will get a room there and start you off with a nice all over body massage in the shower. or a nice bubble bath of you prefer. your drink of choice is on the menu too.

Me: (pouring it on) We can also work around your dance schedule if you have to fullfill it Fri night. I could stop by your club and commence with the foreplay.

Ms C: that sounds good. I'll be in (city2).

Ms C: now that sounds really good.

Me: (club name) in (city2) right? so you're down with some more qt? sounds great. I look forward to seeing you fri night.

Ms C: me too. see u friday. http://www.justblowme.com/images/smilies/pornshoot.gif

Friday's forecast:
http://forums.vr-zone.com/f/gif/rain.gif http://forums.vr-zone.com/f/gif/umbrella.gif

FBR
07-18-2006, 06:19 AM
It tend to over analyze.

Miss D usually signs off her emails to me with "Chow dahling". I always took this as a well intended, friendly but meaningless way of closing. But her most recent email that I received today ended with Chow darling. OMG, could a simple subsitution of "r" for "h" contain some underlying message? Has her repressed desire for me finally surfaced? Or was it just a typo? I dont think I will be able to sleep tonight ;)

FBR

The Snark
07-18-2006, 09:09 AM
I'm a little more concerned by the spelling of the first word in that phrase, FBR. Either she thinks you need to eat more, or she views you as a little Asian puppy.

FBR
07-18-2006, 10:08 AM
I'm a little more concerned by the spelling of the first word in that phrase, FBR. Either she thinks you need to eat more, or she views you as a little Asian puppy.

Actually Id rather her view me as an ATM but one where the card gets inserted :P. Its only fair. I agree that chow sounds a bit canine but I guess I rest on the fact that she has cats not dogs as pets.

FBR

dayzed
07-20-2006, 02:52 PM
i rarely (or they to me) talk directly to escorts about money. anyway, i agree. if a stripper or escort talks about money. that sets off my alarm system. it's usually a sure sign of an upseller, ROB or just a bad experience.Can anyone recommend a good discussion of this issue? I realize that SCJ may not be the right venue. However, contradictory viewpoints are expressed on the subject throughout these pages. After my Vegas experience, I find myself with an increased interest in this mechanics of the prelim negotiations.
dayzed, no I think you made the right call in balking at the $500 price. I took a quick glance at TBD and the going rate for full service seems to be only $400 an hour in the Vegas area. It's funny though.. in the other thread, we extoll the virtues of the OTC stripper over the outright escort... yet no sooner do we chance upon the former than we judge her by the pay scale of the latter. This seems contradictory, or something.

And there's the matter of proportion... after spending $600 for an hour in VIP it seems counterintuitive to reject offer of $500 for higher mileage activities in the comfort of one's hotel room.

I found the fact that a) she wanted more money and b) refused full sex to actually be appealing, creating distance from the hard escort paradigm. It all feeds into the impression, illusion, whatever you want to call it that she was a part-time or junior ho acting to some degree on impulse.

And certainly "everything but sex" is subject to wide interpretation (hers) and had the OTC actually taken place it could have easily disappointed you with an hour of lame air dances instead of the activities you thought you had contracted for.
I think I would prefer the irritation of having been ripped off over the regret of not knowing what I may have missed. (Re: being ripped off -- I suspect that it's healthy for every PL to encounter at least one true ROB, so that the scales fall from their eyes a bit.)

To be honest, I do think you likely damaged your status with her. By status I mean your standing as a customer who expects good ROI and wont be tricked, manipulated or otherwise taken advantage of.
Maybe so; I did not attempt to disguise the fact that I was a rookie. OTOH, if she felt that I could be manipulated, maybe she would have made more of an effort to meet up and fleece me of my hard-earned. :D

At first I wondered why she gave you a "real" phone number ie: one that she would actually answer rather than a customer only cell that goes straight to voice mail or worse yet a totally fake number.
Well, that can be explained; I think she gave me the # early in the conversation. The real mystery is a) why she then answered when I called the next day and b) why she made concrete plans w/ me, rather than just turning me down in some polite SS manner. This contradictory/flaky behavior is what has made the incident stick in my craw.

I mention this mostly because I gave dayzed kudos for not accepting an overpriced encounter. And yet I did just that. It worked out for me albeit in the short term. I guess I can justify this apparent contradiction based upon the thousands of dollars I had already invested in cultivating Miss B. Had I just met her and the same conversation occurred, I like to think I would have been a wary as he was.Number one, your encounter sounds memorable, fulfilling, and in no way regretable, despite any "overpayment" -- also provides illustration of the intangible/unpredictable elements that make session w/ OTC stripper sound more appealing than the more straightforward contracting of an escort -- Number two, you are giving me WAY too much credit LOL.

I only declined her offer because I did not want to validate her (possible) perception of me as a mark or sap. I regret the decision -- apparently Reason still has not returned to her throne LOL.

This girl made me feel like a PL for the first time in my brief career. Her trick was to steadily increase the mileage over the hour and to punctuate her higher-mileage moves w/ little gasps or shrieks that seemed to communicate, "I can't believe I'm doing this." This technique, coupled w/ her youth (early 20s) and accordant SEEMING naivete, effected in me the impression that she was letting down her guard or giving in to impulses. She kind of spoiled me, as the laps that I have had since have felt lackluster or inauthentic (ironic since she may be the most inauthentic of the bunch). Anyway, hard for me to imagine visiting LV w/out giving her another try -- at the very least, as you note, in the interests of my ongoing education. :P

mr_punk
07-21-2006, 08:48 PM
Can anyone recommend a good discussion of this issue? I realize that SCJ may not be the right venue. However, contradictory viewpoints are expressed on the subject throughout these pages. After my Vegas experience, I find myself with an increased interest in this mechanics of the prelim negotiations.try the houston sc forum on ASPD.

It's funny though.. in the other thread, we extoll the virtues of the OTC stripper over the outright escort... yet no sooner do we chance upon the former than we judge her by the pay scale of the latter. This seems contradictory, or something.it is contradictory. you're not dealing with girl scouts.

I found the fact that a) she wanted more money and b) refused full sex to actually be appealing, creating distance from the hard escort paradigm. It all feeds into the impression, illusion, whatever you want to call it that she was a part-time or junior ho acting to some degree on impulse.more likely, she just saw you as another tourist chump to hustle an easy $500.

I think I would prefer the irritation of having been ripped off over the regret of not knowing what I may have missed.LOL...you just can't lay off the slider in the dirt.

This contradictory/flaky behavior is what has made the incident stick in my craw.well, her behaivor isn't strange at all. after all, we are talking about strippers.

Her trick was to steadily increase the mileage over the hour and to punctuate her higher-mileage moves w/ little gasps or shrieks that seemed to communicate, "I can't believe I'm doing this."the fake porn star routine. i'm surprised she didn't add the smoldering goo-goo eyes to her performance.

dayzed
07-24-2006, 07:28 AM
try the houston sc forum on ASPD.Thx... crazy, the proportion of the Houston discussion area to that of other cities. What it is about Houston and sex workers?

LOL...you just can't lay off the slider in the dirt.Now now... I view this discussion as a kind of theoretical batting practice. Exploring different angles of "the game", pondering things I might have done differently, and yes, swinging at a few hypothetical pitches out of the zone. In the actual game situation, though, I think I showed pretty respectable plate discipline.

FBR
07-25-2006, 06:58 PM
How do you spell "Stripper Kick Boxing?" Guess Ill find out tomorrow.

Miss D is convinced she is out of shape and has joined a local kung fu/blah blah dojo. She invited the new dancer, Miss A, to join her for training and possible membership. Not really noteworthy except that they invited me to stop by the place and take a seat in the audience tomorrow evening to view their training. Im down for that :P Im having some pretty good visuals of sweat soaked tops revealing hard nipples LOL Like the commercial, sweat on a guy isnt noteworthy and is probably whiffy but sweat on a couple of hot strippers should be interesting ;) I already told both of them that this is a freebie for me...Ive given both of them plenty of money already LOL

FBR

cherryripeboy
07-26-2006, 05:01 AM
FBR,

I want to know what martial arts! Please keep your eyes on Miss D and Miss A. Try not to stare at anyone women above yellow belt. Those red belts can kick ass, from as little as 6 inches away. I used to know an attactive one, a black belt waraned me about her side kick, and not to ever check her out. Side kick literally comes from the side, over and up.

I'm also having flash backs to Kenko Kamen where there is a braless judo scene.

lunchbox
07-26-2006, 07:02 AM
Thx... crazy, the proportion of the Houston discussion area to that of other cities. What it is about Houston and sex workers?
There is a thread about this over there already.

dayzed
07-26-2006, 08:26 AM
Miss D is convinced she is out of shape and has joined a local kung fu/blah blah dojo. She invited the new dancer, Miss A, to join her for training and possible membership. Not really noteworthy except that they invited me to stop by the place and take a seat in the audience tomorrow evening to view their training. LOL... what a great, unforeseen perk of the OTC lifestyle.

I will be curious to hear whether the girls were sexy, sweat-shined and sparring in their Gis, or whether the whole thing was just kind of goofy. Reminds me (peripherally) of that Seinfeld episode with "good naked" and "bad naked." (Although, I never really bought the central thesis of that episode --- girl bending over and providing the butt shot is "bad naked"??? -- clearly not written w/ the perv in mind!).

FBR
07-26-2006, 06:56 PM
I want to know what martial arts!

Muay Thai Kickboxing


LOL... what a great, unforeseen perk of the OTC lifestyle.

I will be curious to hear whether the girls were sexy, sweat-shined and sparring in their Gis, or whether the whole thing was just kind of goofy.

This is a beginners course but they seemed to be having a good time/workout and I enjoyed watching. I'll post more later maybe.

FBR

Moneywise
07-26-2006, 07:19 PM
I'll look forward to hearing about that viewing session FBR. :)

Moneywise
07-26-2006, 07:21 PM
Part1: Say it again Sam.



City1 (where I was supposed to meet Ms C) <------ 90 miles ------> City2 (where we ended up hooking up)


It’s a bright early Friday morning and a perfect day for travel. I set out to make the trip north which usually takes about 9 hours. The weather was beautiful but the forecast was for severe thunderstorms Friday night in the vicinity of wherever I resided for the night. It’s ok though. I was sure to bring my trusty raincoats.


Before I get on the road I send a text message to let MsC know I am on my way.


Me: I’m on the road. I’ve already booked a room w/ a Jacuzzi next to (sc name) in city 1. I can’t wait to see you again.


About halfway through my trip I am stopped off in a small Georgia town filling up when out of the blue I receive a reply to the text message I had sent 4 hours earlier.


MsC: I’m in city 2. I’ve been here for 2 days and will not be going back to city 1 until Sunday.


Me: Really? That’s ok. My booking was not set in stone. I’ll cancel it and drive to city 2 instead if we can still hook up. My mother lives in city 2 anyway and I was going to go see her on Saturday.


MsC: That would be great.


Me: I’ll text you when I get settled into city 2. Should I get a hotel close to (sc name) in city 2?


MsC: Yes.


This was a classic improvisation on my part based solely on my knowledge that flakiness comes with the territory. We both knew that the plan was to hook back up in city 1 all along. I had no idea why she ended up in city 2 but was prepared for the possibility of thing not going as planned. City 2 was just another 90 minute drive tacked onto my trip. I made it there in 9 hrs. Under normal driving conditions the trip to city 1 takes 10 hours but I don’t often drive normally.


As I get into city 2 I pull into the parking lot of the hotel I tapped Ms1G in months ago. I fetch my laptop from the trunk and search for an unsecured wireless access point. To my surprise there were 4 or 5 within range but they were all password protected. So instead of borrowing some internet time to find a reasonable hotel within minutes I drove around. I wasn’t going to stay in that hotel simply because the cheapest room there was $200 per night during high season. I found an extended stay just across the street a block from the sc she dances at in city 2 for about 60 bucks. Perfecto. The hot receptionist at the front counter gives me free wireless internet access on the house. I thank her, pay in cash, and head to the room. As soon as I get settled into my room I hook up my laptop and wind down by checking my fantasy baseball stats. The text messages start to fly.


Me: I’m in town and settled into a hotel a block away from (sc name). There’s no Jacuzzi but there is a nice bottle of German wine with your name written all over it.


MsC: Great.


Me: I’m going to grab a bite to eat and pickup a few things. Want me to pick you anything up for later?


MsC: No thanks. I’m so glad you changed plans and came to see me. (translation: I’m broke and could use the extra money)


Me: Me too. So you want to hook up after you dance tonight?


MsC: Sure. Meet me at (sc name) at around 11.


Me: Alright.


So I run out to pickup some things from the local supermarket and enjoy a nice dinner at a locak greek restaurant. The items include a 6 pk of Heineken which I proceeded to go to work on when I got back to the room. With the time change and all it was fast approaching 10pm and I began to get a little excited. This was similar to the excitement that engulfed me on the night before I met three lovely ladies at the gold club in Jacksonville. It was more intense and my way of calming the excitement was to hammer another heiny. The thoughts of what I had experienced with MsC just weeks ago came rushing back and suddenly I found myself standing there in my hotel room with a heiny in one hand and a strong tent in my shorts. Frazier was going to get dipped into some class A pussy tonight and his excitement showed as well. }:D

Moneywise
07-26-2006, 07:23 PM
Part 2: The adventure begins.


11pm is fast approaching and my loins are filled with anticipation. After laying out a pack of super sensitive coats and showering the room with some after the rain fragrance I down the last heiny and freshen up before heading up the street.


When I arrive the scene is just as crazy as ever. There are dancers littered everywhere. A quick eyeball would guesstimate about 50 dancers in the place. I order that 7th heiny and make myself comfortable at a table. Along comes this cute vision of perfection. She stood out amongst a slew of incredible women. 10 or so lap dances later I now have the knowledge that she is the bartender at MsC’s club in city 1 and she moonlights at the same club in city 2 as a dancer. I just find that so incredibly hot. $200 gone to the woman with the tantalizing eyes and a butt that made good music with my hands. Still no sign of MsC and it’s approaching 1am. I had asked a few girls if they knew her with no luck. I spent a good bit of time trying to make the bartender/dancer know who MsC was since she probably sees her every night. She thinks she knows her but isn’t quite sure. I described MsC as a tall South American looking goddess with a tongue stud, a face that screams “meet me in the bedroom”, and an ass that beats any ass in the club hands down including hers. 2am approaches and there’s no sign of her. I send her a text message and she replies telling me she got caught up waiting for her ride and would be there in 30 minutes. I’m honestly 8 beers deep by now, horny as hell, and full of patience. A text message arrives at 3am.


MsC: I just walked in.


Me: Black and white striped dress.


I had spotted her as soon as she entered the area. There’s just no missing that at all. It’s not an option. She reappears from the DR a few minutes later with her dancer getup on. We exchange words and she asks me if it’s ok for her to go make some money. I’m so full of patience right now it’s bordering on sickening The knowledge that I would be buried into her burning bush later this morning drives my patience. While she does her thing I go back and get 4 or 5 more LDs from the bartender/dancer. By this time she has communicated with MsC in the DR and she tells me she knows MsC well.


The club is very well appointed and glamorous. Picture an upscale gentlemen’s club with very high mileage hidden in the walls. A connoisseur would have a field day in a place like this. The club closes when the last person stops paying. IOW, we left at 6:30am and it was still going strong. At 6am I found myself awaiting MsC as she tidied up the last sale and competing with some other dude that wanted her attention as well. She walks past me and smiles as she enteres the DR at 6am. “I’ll be right out” she says. She exits a short while later and collaborates with her two girls. She then walks up to me and asks if we could hook up another time. I reply “I’ve got money to spend. I’ll spend it somewhere.”


MsC: Wait, let me tell my girls I am going with you. We can’t have sex though.


Me: Why (the hell) not?


MsC: (looks at me with that look)


Me: Ahhh… ok. Well you can dance for me and we’ll see where that goes.


MsC: Ok. Meet me outside. I don’t want the managers to see me walking out with anyone.


Me: Aight.


I pull up alongside the entrance and let the tinted window down so she could see it was me. She says her goodbyes and hops in. Off we go to my room. It took all of 30 seconds for me to get there. As we enter the room she excuses herself to the RR.


MsC: Do you mind if I take a shower?


Me: Not at all. Make yourself comfy.


After she showers she walks out with nothing on. She was a vision of perfection. I had already poured some auslese and handed her a glass to toast with. We toasted to sex and opportunity.


I’m now laid back on the bed and she’s sitting on the edge just looking fucking incredible. I was so turned on. We chatted a bit about the events leading up to this moment and began to kiss softly. The kisses began to get a little more involved.


MsC: Would you like a dance?


Me: Sure.


She stands up and begins this seductive lap dance in her birthday suit. I had removed thing like keys, cell phone, etc from my short pockets and tossed them on the nightstand. As she danced I reached for my cell phone and asked if she minded if I snapped some pics.I could tell by her response that she sorta minded but she gave her seal of approval. I snapped a couple of crazy shots and then eventually got two more in the car before I drove off to take her to her hotel room.


As she danced I began to explore. It was that time of the month and I could barely see the tip of the tampon.


MsC: mmmmm (she moans as our bodies intertwine) I want to suck your cock.


Me: do it baby. It’s all yours.


She reaches over, grabs a super sensitive from the nightstand, and slips it on. She then proceeds to give me one of the hottest porno style blow jobs ever. I’ve never been blown like this. I’ve had some good ones but have never had anyone with a tongue stud that knew exactly what to do with the stud. She’s slurping my shit and letting Frazier hit the back of her throat rhythmically. “agh agh agh” are the sounds radiating from the depths of her throat as she takes Frazier and turns him into a popsicle. I look down at this and lie in amazement as she lifts her mouth off of it occasionally and leaves a trail of spit between her mouth and Frazier’s head. The gagging sounds are driving me bonkers but the feeling is all but gone. Yes folks, I had enjoyed too many beers and began to believe cumming was not going to be part of this escapade. As she laid there on her side like a trooper and sucked the life out of my shaft I explored that hot ass of hers and toyed with her clit.


Me: I want your pussy in my face. I know we’re not having sex but I want that ass in my face.


She obliges by repositioning herself so that we’re almost in a 69. I could not stop marveling at how beautiful this peach of an ass was that she had not positioned just inches from my face. I continued to play with her clit as she ground her hips in an approving fashion. I could barely see the tampon when I gently parted her lips. She had showered and really freshened up. We were both getting pretty turned on. I turned her onto her back and mounted her mish. With the knowledge that I couldn’t put it in I took the tip of Frazier and slapped it against her clit. She began to get a little more aggressive turning me over so that I rested on my back. She then climbed aboard and grinded on Frazier. I could feel the head nestled perfectly in that valley that housed her clit. I kept whispering dirty thing in her ear. With every grind she became more and more turned on. “Take in baby. It’s all yours!” Although I knew I was not going to penetrate this pussy tonight, I was perfectly ok with the chain of events as they unfolded! Her moans became louder and sexier. “MMMHHHH” she say as she roughly grinds her clit over Frazier. She lets out a gasp an reaches climax. Goddamn. This was so fucking hot… She then repositioned herself down by Frazier and began to suck him again. After about 10 minutes of me almost reaching climax but not quite doing it I told her to stop. I’ll be damned if I did not have too many beers. Those damned heinys stopped Frazier from skeeting all over her chest.


As we collapsed in each other’s arms we shared a few private thoughts. She apologized profusely for the bad timing and promised to make it up to me next time. I’m cool w/ that. As we both tidied up she said “just give me $250”. I replied” Well, I only have $200 (such a liar). $200 seems fair since I didn’t finish.” She nodded with approval and took my two bills.


She told me of her little shiatsu which she had brought with her from city 1. He’s a puppy and she had stashed him in the room for the night. It’s now 8:30am and the sun is up. I have to checkout by 11am and had not been to sleep. We hop in the car and I snap a couple of playful pics of her before plugging her hotel into the gps and taking her home. We stopped off and grabbed some breakfast on the way and she invited me up to sit with her and meet her pooch. Her little doggie was soooooo cute! As we sat there and ate our breakfast she made me promise to call her. Little did she know she had just placed herself into my “numbers to be remembered”. About 30 minutes pass and I am tempted to go at it again but know I need to get my ass back to my room and get some semblance of rest before running by my mother’s house. MsC saw me to the door and told me she was going to “smoke a blunt and go to sleep”. That really made me want to stay but I forced myself out the door. I get back to my hotel room at around 9:30am and beg and plead with the front desk to give me a late checkout. I end up sleeping from 9:30 to noon. After checking out I surprise my mom shortly after noon. We catch up on some things and then I use the “tired from the trip” excuse to catch a 4 hour nap. The rest is boring. God, what a freaking night… I spent more in the SC getting medium high mileage LDs than I did on MsC in the room. Such is life.


I have 4 pics of this goddess that I will keep to myself so that I do not break any internet laws and get arrested by the ethics police. ;)

cherryripeboy
07-26-2006, 10:51 PM
Woah and now back to the kick boxking for a brief momment.



Muay Thai Kickboxing



This is a beginners course but they seemed to be having a good time/workout and I enjoyed watching. I'll post more later maybe.

FBR


FBR, that is the most dangerous martial art in circulation! If they keep up with the training, I feel sory for anyone that tries something they wouldn't like.

Chili Palmer
07-27-2006, 05:23 AM
Nice...love the details, MW.

CP

mr_punk
08-01-2006, 10:23 PM
I have 4 pics of this goddess that I will keep to myself so that I do not break any internet laws and get arrested by the ethics police.LOL..yeah, they're kinda uptight about in flagrante delicto pics around here. BTW, i do hope you keep those pics isolated and away from prying eyes.

mr_punk
08-01-2006, 10:42 PM
Thx... crazy, the proportion of the Houston discussion area to that of other cities. What it is about Houston and sex workers?well, aspd is more of a regional board than a national board. also, as you noted, houston has plenty of options in addition to sc. nonetheless, them houston girls are real friendly.

Now now... I view this discussion as a kind of theoretical batting practice. Exploring all the angles of "the game", pondering things I might have done differently, and yes, swinging at a few hypothetical pitches out of the zone. In the actual game situation, I think I showed pretty respectable plate discipline.oh, i see. it's like being on the on-deck circle warming up. well, no harm in warming up. i just hope you don't talk to your bat like Rickey Henderson.