Was it Really Love?
Saturday, April 28, 2012 12:00 AM
A recent thread about falling in love with a stripper received a surprising number candid responses with stories about the various feelings that strippers can stir up inside of you. I posted that my recent entrance into this interesting world of strip clubs caught me completely off guard, wondering what the hell one particular stripper had done to me.
It was only my second time to enter a strip club. I think I went in a couple of them back in my college days, but they obviously didn't leave an impression on me, and I sure don't remember any lap dances or VIP sessions. Now 25 years later after marrying my college sweetheart and having five kids with her, I felt a middle age yearning for excitement. Now, I love my wife dearly and have no desire to cheat on her, but there seems to be a switch inside our masculine heads that flips on when we hit 40. I just wanted to get an eyefull of young beauty and enjoy myself. I certainly was not looking to fall in love. Spending a couple of nights out of town on business was the perfect opportunity to explore and get some of this out of my system, or so I thought. So anyway, it was my second night in a club and I was really eating it up.
This was a more upscale club and the girls were very nice looking. I had received two private lap dances from two really hot girls and thoroughly enjoyed them. The girls let my hands run freely over their hot bodies and I was so damn impressed with my new hobby. I felt this was just what I needed. I could handle the merchandise without actually tasting the forbidden fruit. My conscience was clear and I was still a faithful husband. It was getting late, about an hour before closing, then "she" sat down beside me and started the usual dance hustle. This was awesome. She wasn't a knockout, but very cute with small breasts and a bubbly personality. I thought she would be a great way to finish out the night with my third dance, and I would walk out of there a happy man. I had no idea what I was in store for. I just wanted a single dance. And that's what she gave me. But it was more than a dance. I saw sparks, or stars or whatever the hell you want to call it. The other girls that night were great. They were nice. They were pleasant. They were fun to be with. But this girl made my heart pump. She made my stomach quiver. It was only for one song, but it got my attention. I didn't know what the fuck was going on, but it was damn confusing.
She made her way back to my table and sat down with me again. She knew that she was just getting started and that there was more money to be made that night. I honestly don't remember much about how we ended up in a 30 minute VIP. I just knew that I wanted more. From the first note of the session's first song, it was apparent that this wasn't going to be an ordinary lap dance for me. It was hot. It was steamy. It was passionate. We were going at each other like a couple of hormonal teenagers. She was ripping my shirt off and I was intimately exploring her tight young body, and running my fingers through her hair. I sucked on her toes and she writhed around on the couch, moaning and fingering herself She ground on me until my dick was sore. I told her that I didn't see how she could do that without cumming, and she promptly informed me that she was working on her third orgasm of our session. It was fucking amazing. It was what many of you refer to as "chemistry", I think. I came back the next night and it was just as steamy, maybe even more so since we had somw experience with each other. Then I went back home to get on with life.
It was probably a week later when I realized there was a problem. I thought about this girl every waking hour. I couldn't shake her, no matter what I did. I laid in bed at night beside my loving wife and all I could think about was "her". I fantasized about having a relationship with her, and of course, taking it much further than the VIP room. I'm quite embarrassed about some of the fantasies I was having while my wife and five kids went about their lives oblivious to the thoughts inside my head. It affected my love life with my wife, as i really had no interest in having sex with her. I told her my sex drive had just fallen off, probably a testosterone issue. But the truth was that my testosterone was surging like it had when she and I had fallen in love 25 years earlier.
Something had to give. I just couldn't go on with all this in my head. I scoured the Internet, to see if this was a common problem with guys who were new to the strip club scene, and I came across TUSCL. I learned a lot about what these girls can do to you. The best advice I found said if you ever fall in love with one of them, never set foot in that club again. Nothing good can come of it. Get on with your life. I think that's really good advice. "Strippers lie" was another gem I had to keep repeating to myself.
Fortunately, it would be a month before I took another trip to that city. Time was my best friend. The giddiness had worn off and I had enough time to learn about the fantasy these girls are selling. So that was fine with me. It is all a fantasy and nothing more. I don't mind paying for a fantasy, especially when I know what it is when I walk in the club. I kept telling myself this as the week approached that I would be going back. No, I wasn't going to follow that great advice. I was going back. It was all a fantasy and I could handle it. Still, I made extra preparations for my trip. I made sure to get a haircut and was extra careful in choosing which clothes to bring. I didn't realize why, but I had lost five pounds that month and was quite pleased with myself for having such discipline. I was ready to pay for my fantasy, have a good time and leave it at that.
I sat down in the club and casually scanned it for a glimpse of her. Maybe she was just in the dressing room, or in the VIP with a customer. A really cute dancer sat down and started talking. She was great. No hustle, just talking for a while. She asked about my previous visits and I casually mentioned some of the girls I had enjoyed. When I got around to mentioning "her" name, I asked if she was working that night. My new friend said that she wasn't there, but she's famous for showing up at 11 and having to pay the club for the priviledge of working for a few hours. Eleven came and went and "she" never showed up. It got crowded, so I left.
I had high hopes and a full wallet on the second and final night of my trip. The club was much less crowded, so I got the attention of a few select hotties and enjoyed some great lap dances. Eleven came and went and "she" never showed up. I was lucky enough to be approached by the hottest girl working that night and decided to treat myself to a 20 minute VIP with her, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I decided that was a great way to cap off the night and made my way to the exit. On my way out the door, I asked the girl at the door what nights "she" had been working. I wasn't ready for her answer. "I haven't seen her in a while. I don't think she's going to work here any more."
I was taken back to 10th grade. I had fallen head over heels for this dark skinned brunette who was just as crazy about me, or so I thought. She didn't lay a hand on me, but I felt like I had gotten punched in the gut when she broke up with me. It was real, physical pain. I had a hard time breathing, and I wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. It was my first breakup, but surely wasn't my last. And here I stood at the door of a strip club feeling the same pain all over again. I had waited for this trip for an entire month, keeping all that great TUSCL advice running through my head. I was looking so forward to paying for my fantasy, watching the fireworks, and going home satisfied. Instead, I was sucker punched in the gut, feeling like a fool.
I go to that town about once a month and there are some hot girls in that club that give damn good dances. So, yes I will go back and enjoy myself. But I wonder if I will ever stop hoping that "she" will show up again.
So you tell me. Was it really love?
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