Overall the story of my ATF is an old and tired one I suppose, the old tale of how to tell if the stripper is really in to me. Fortunately, at least I think, I know the answer to that question no matter what, and that is there just simply is no answer. It is not possible for a man, any man to ever comprehend the thoughts of a dancer, no matter what, ever, not possible. Anways...
If she is to be taken for telling the truth, my former favorite went on long term medical leave about 7 months ago. I don't know if thats true, because she never told the club, just stop comming in, and just lets her phone ring and ring and ring now. So i've been shopping for a new favorite for a while. I finally found my gold mine about a month ago. Shes got a classic dancer look, long blonde hair, matching legs, the best DD's money can buy. Shes bright, funny, the kind of woman you would like to just sit and admire.
Her pussy is beautiful. One of those little fu-manchu hitler type mustache bushes. A true work of art!
I did a 3 fer with her the first time we met, told her I was looking for a new girl to visit in the day.
Down in Tampa, there is much we take for granted that I guess are huge no-nos every where else. Touching and fondling of T&A are a given at all clubs. Best as I can tell nipple in the mouth and kitty petting are somewhat at a dancer's discression and a treat, though it's a treat I've grown to expect in an ATF.
By my third visit to my new playmate, she trumped any of this by a country mile. GFE at its finest. She loves to do the move where she puts her mouth like microscopically close to yours in a psyche kiss. She threw that out and passionately kissed. I don't need to recite all the details, simply put, it was an episode of foreplay one would have with a girlfriend, but stopped short of sex.
So here's my dilema. I plan on the next repeat visit on Mon or Tues. I have three things in mind that tell me I have struck gold, and two that say no way. The three - 1. best as I can tell strippers just don't kiss their customers, she did, passionately. 2. she was clearly highly aroused because the keep that place an igloo, but by the end of our dance, the small of her back was drenched in sweat and 3, when I asked what I should pay her, she did not have a clue what to say, became completely frazzled, almost babbled a bit about "lets see that was 4 songs, or 5 songs, and you had a two for one..." It was no less than 12-15 songs and they never lose count. I said I've got 50 on me and she jumped at that offer like she was getting a steal just to get her wits about her.
Working against me - she's a stripper. Strippers are hustlers. I can't see myself as having been hustled, but hey you never know. 2 - she balked at a phone number. Said she doesn't give out her home number, and hasn't gotten her new cell phone yet.
Was that a line, who the hell knows.
She's trying to get a real job, and if fate drops a crushing blow on me, she has quit down there, and I will never see my beauty again. Otherwise I'm going on in for the next chapter soon as the door lady says she's in. Hopefully Monday afternoon. Comments?


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