I'm going to introduce this thread by relating a story from a recent visit to my favorite club. I hadn't been seated for more than a couple of minutes when an absolutely gorgeous and new (to me) girl sat down with me. Instant rapport! In no time, we were laughing and enjoying each other's company. It occurred to me that I might just spend the whole evening with her and that she could become an ATF. Until ...
She didn't have to ask for a dance - I asked her. The dance was completely legal, but probably about as hot as it can get (in these parts anyway). It was almost indescribable. But, for anyone who might be curious, I'll try.
She massaged my ass and asked me to massage hers, while she grinded. The song ended - and I extended. She had me scratch her back and she reached under my shirt and scratched mine, while she grinded. The song ended - and I extended. She pressed her face against mine, uttered little breathless coos into me ear (damn - I love that), and nibbled my earlobe. She had me as close to popping as any dancer ever has (in my very limited experience). I'm sure she knew that too, because, unlike some guys with more sc experience, I haven't learned how to hide that very well. Throughout this whole thing, she kept constant eye contact (at least, every time I managed to open my eyes, she was looking straight at me - with a slight little smile).
I told her she was sensational, but I had to take a break. She said she was sorry that I wasn't giving her the chance to finish what she started. We both laughed. Now I knew that I wasn't even going to look at anyone else this night. Then I blew it!
During the afterglow, while she was dressing, and I was wondering how I could stand up, I asked her if she ever found that this job interfered with her real-life relationships (I know ... crucify me). She told me that she was going through a divorce, after several years of marriage. I said I was sorry (I swear - that's all I said). She got a furious look in her eye, and, without prompting, she said "the bastard cheated on me!"
... ??? ...
I thought that was odd.
It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about it any more. I respected that, and we changed the subject. But the mood was shattered, and back at the table, we went our separate ways.
But, I've found myself thinking about this now for a couple of weeks. Which brings me (at long last) to the point of this thread. I'd like to ask the very articulate ladies on this site how strippers really feel about demanding complete fidelity from their real-life partners.
My assumption would have been that, given what you must see and what you must feel everyday at work, that you would have a somewhat more liberal view on the question of monogamy than most people. Really, the only differences between what she and I did that night, and what her husband did, were a couple of layers of cloth and the $100 that I paid her. And I'd be willing to bet a lot of money that our experience was much more intimate than his.
Now I'll shut up and listen. If this generates any comments, maybe I'll offer some opinions later.



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. and as soon as the money stops so does the affection, because after a while this job really does turn you into a cold bitch-- towards the customers at least. and such is business. now to my personal friends im not cold at all. to my personal friends i am actually a very warm and caring and loyal person, for free. wowza.



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