Alright,
So here's the scene. I'm 6'3 250 and a former football player that values staying in some sort of shape. I consider myself an averge looking guy though I have been told on more than one occasion more positive things about my appearance.
With that out of the way... I enjoy life and hit just one particular strip club once a month. Maybe twice if I am in one of those itchy moods. Each time I drop around 3 mostly on the same girl. We sit and talk at the bar where she now expects to see me when I come in. I never sit at tables. I hit the bar and order up my favorite drink. She eventually joins me. We usually drink and catch up on things (mostly events in her life). She claims to like to talk more than usual when I am around. I AM a good listener and do enjoy the conversation. While I am there she never leaves me although I encourage it. she may leave to go to the RR but she quickly returns even when doing so.
So one night I stop in. After a couple of drinks and a lot of conversation I take her to the VIP. Sometimes I will wait until it's her time to go up on stage and then hit her with the VIP money since she prefers that over stage work. So we're sitting, talking, and grooving to the music. Keep in mind, she's usually starting to feel a little faded by the time we make it to the VIP because I don't skimp at the bar. So she's doing a lap dance and really getting into it. Right in the middle of the song she gets this weird look on her face. So I'm like "What's up?" Se says nothing and keeps dancing. I ask again when it seems she's acting weird and not getting as close as she normally does. She tells me that she's getting all wet down there. So I say "yeah, whatever.. while laughing". She says "No. Really. feel it" and proceeds to run my index finger up and down the full length of her crotch. (mind you, I am one of those guys that will sit back and let it happen. I'm very respectul in that sense.) She actually was wet. she seemeds surprised by this and blamed it on me. I just laughed it off. So she finished the dance and told me she would be right back. She had to go to the dressing room to change her thong. I watched her go in and come out a minute later making a B line back to the VIP room. So I said "Did you change anything?" She said yeah and placed my finger there again. This time the moistness was gone.
Why am I asking you all this? Probably because, as much as I hate to admit it, I enjoy her company for more than just the VIP room visits. She claims to have been turned on but my modest side works overtime on occasions like that. So set me straight. Was she really turned on?




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. i wouldn't take the encounter too seriously, if i were you. however, if you do find yourself window shopping for a piano. remember, you're obligated to tell us
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