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I could have went straight back to the hotel, gone to bed early, and fallen asleep a happy man. But my curiosity of this new hobby just gets the best of me. I want to see other clubs...see how they look and operate, and of course see hot naked dancers! According to TUSCL reviews, Club #2 had the hottest dancers in town, so I had to at least take a look. I still had money in my pocket, so just maybe I could get my hands on one of those hot bodies for a song or two. Yeah, I know. Getting greedy usually always fails, at least it does for me. However, this was a night that just kept on giving.

I arrived at the club around 8pm, and it was fairly empty, maybe a third full. It was a good sized club, and there were several girls working, so it looked like the odds were in my favor. True to form, I turned down the first girl who approached. She wasn't my type at all, so I've learned not to waste the time being nice. One thing that I really like about this club is the girls were very courteous, with none of that "Wanna dance?" stuff. They all asked if I would like some company. Maybe that's a club rule or something. Whatever it is, I really liked it. After 15 minutes or so, I decided I wanted to see the other side of the club, so I moved to a seat in the back. I turned out to be a great move.

As soon as I settled in, I had another courteous approach of "Would you like some company?" She was very young and very pretty. I originally though she as a Latina, but later on I found out she was half black. I didn't really care what her ethnic makeup was. I just knew that I liked what I saw. "Sure" was my immediate answer and she proceeded to take a seat in my lap and start up a conversation. After about 10 minutes I started to wonder when she would start hitting me up for dances. She never did. We talked and laughed and I bought her a drink. She was so damn cute that it actually got to the point to where I couldn't stand it anymore. I just had to find out if she could deliver my kind of dance with that hot little body of hers, so I finally just asked. Of course she was more than happy to escort me to the lap dance area and stake out a spot. In this club, you can get a dance at your seat, or you can go over to a corner of the club that's a little darker and get your dance on the couches. There's still no privacy whatsoever, but it still beats staying at your seat.

Once again, it was like she was reading my mind. She gave the slow, sexy grind just the way I like it, which was really surprising to me. I find that most really young dancers are into the hard and fast approach, while the 25+ girls have figured out that some of us like to take it slow. She had all the right moves down, and I was digging it. To spare you the drawn out details, I'll just say that I enjoyed this girl's company (and body) for the next four hours! We would talk and carry on until a really naughty song came on that she liked, and then I'd get to enjoy her nastiness for a few minutes. She sat on my lap the entire four hours and never put her top back on. I was in heaven, and was sure glad I didn't go back to the room. At about 12:30 I was running low on cash and told her I had better call it quits for the night. I kept thinking that the moon phase must be just right or that the planets had aligned or something crazy like that because I couldn't have scripted a better night. In seven hours I had only spent time with two girls, but they were absolutely amazing. In that seven hours, I probably sat alone for a total of 20 minutes. It was perfect.

But sometimes I just get greedy. And that's what led me to my Perfect 10.

I know there was a discussion thread recently dealing with everyone's idea of a Perfect 10. The very idea is extremely subjective, but I know what MY Perfect 10 should look like. In fact, this is something that has been stewing around in my mind for the last several months. I love to look at beautiful women. (Don't we all?) I don't care where I see them. Of course, many of the beautiful women I see are outside a strip club, so they are fully clothed and doing all the stuff we do in our regular lives. As time has passed, I've started to notice a pattern of what I really like in a beautiful woman. That serves as my benchmark for my Perfect 10. I'll give you a quick rundown...

1. Petite. I'm a small guy, about 5'7". So, the tall women just don't do it for me. 5'2" is about tops for me, but the shorter the better. I don't have a problem at all with at 4'10" girl, as long as her body matches her height.

2. Brunette. I've seen several hot blondes and even a handful of redheads, but it's the brunettes that always end up catching my eye the most. Also on the subject of hair is length. I am not a short hair guy. I've seen so many great looking women just ruin their looks by getting one of those "bob" haircuts. Yes, I know some of you think they are hot. I just can't stand them. I grew up in the 80's where hair was big and long. I don't care much for the big part now, but I do still like it long.

3. Dark complexion. I think this is why I like Latinas a lot. But, I can't really say my Perfect 10 is a Latina. I just like the darker look as compared to pasty white skin. I think this is why redheads usually don't do it for me.

4. Bubbly personality. I just really like girls who smile and look happy. The ability to carry on a decent conversation usually comes along with that. It's nice to enjoy talking to a girl while enjoying her smile at the same time.

5. The ability to look nasty when it counts. The bubbly personality is great most of the time, but when it's time to get naughty, I want to see that "fuck me" look in her eyes.

6. Small natural boobs. Yes, you read that right. I like small boobs. Since most of the women I find attractive are petite, they usually have small boobs. Sure, plenty of them can buy some big ones but I don't really care for that. I'll take small real ones over big fake ones any day.

7. Natural beauty. There are some things you just can't describe on paper (or a computer screen). Some girls are just born naturally beautiful. When you add makeup and hairstyle, they become stunningly gorgeous.

8. Lifestyle. I'm not a smoker or a drinker and I don't do drugs. I tried it all as a younger man, and didn't care for any of it. My Perfect 10 lives a lifestyle that matches that.

9. No Tats. Tattoos are pretty much a turn off for me. I don't mind the small one here or there, but I'd prefer none at all. To me, it just detracts and distracts from their natural beauty.

10. Smarts. I'm an educated professional, so I like a girl with some sense in her head.

During that four hour stint in the lap dance area, a guy was getting a dance right next to me on the couch. I didn't want to be rude and stare, but I couldn't help but notice that the dancer was really hot, and I could tell right off the bat that she met several of my Perfect 10 criteria. She was petite, only 5 foot tall with her stripper heels on. She was a long haired brunette with dark complexion. Before I left the club, I just had to see if I could get a couple of dances from her.

It didn't take long to find her, but I quickly realized that she was a hard worker. She was never just sitting around and taking it easy. She was working the floor and hustling dances one after the other, which I attribute to my #10. This girl was being smart about her job and making the most of it. I finally had to approach her between her dances, and I was floored when I actually saw her face to face. "Stunningly gorgeous" is the best way I can describe her (my #7). She was beautiful beyond description. The only thing I can tell you is to go look at the pictures on my profile. One is of my hero Slash, who is stunningly ugly. The other is her...stunningly gorgeous. Let me know if I'm wrong.

She was petite, brunette, and had a dark complexion (#1, 2, & 3) As I talked to her for a few minutes, I quickly learned she met #4. She was an absolute joy to talk to. It was a blast to talk to her and look at her beautiful smile. When we hit the lap dance area, she nailed #5. That gorgeous smile disappeared and the most lustful fuck-me eyes stared at me and sent me into space. When her clothes came off I saw that she met criteria 6 and 9, small boobs and no tats. Between dances, she asked if I would get her a glass of water and explained that the smoke hurt her throat because she didn't smoke, and only wanted water because she didn't drink, #8. And there you have it. I had actually met my Perfect 10. Not only did I meet her, but she was practically naked and sitting in my lap. There was only one thing left to do. I had to get her in the VIP.

As she explained the pricing, I almost had second thoughts. VIP is expensive in this club, so it was going to take a damn big roll of cash to pull it off. And since I had stumbled into a girl that I usually could only dream of, I wanted and entire hour with her. She told me that she would definitely make it worth my money, as long as I didn't tattle on her when we got out. Now what the hell was that supposed to mean? Sounded like stripper shit to me, but I really didn't care. I was going for broke on this one.

We settled into a booth with some pretty good privacy in the VIP area and I got comfortable. I wasn't really prepared for what was coming. She took off her top, strattled my lap, and proceeded to lay a hot french kiss on me. Damn, now that's the way to start a VIP session! After a minute or so of making out, she started her dance. Oh, this was just too damn perfect. She was sexy, slow and sensual, staring at me with those hot fuck-me eyes and that long dark hair running down to her small natural breasts.

I've seen the discussions about whether or not you can cum in your pants during a dance. From what I gather, it's a regular thing for many of you. I just can't do it. Hell, I can't cum if I'm having full sex with a condom. I'm a skin on skin kind of guy. That's the only way I can get off. This was one time where I really regretted that. I've never really wanted to get off during a VIP session, but this was the exception. Of course, it couldn't happen, but I sure wanted it to. Little did I know, it was about to get even better.

She got off my lap, turned around and bent over while she danced. I naturally had my hands all over that hot little ass while she danced. And she kept looking at me with those fuck-me eyes the whole time. This was just too damn hot. Then she turned up the heat. She grabbed her string and pulled it to the side, showing me her hot pussy. I just had to touch it, so I gently rubbed her with my thumb, watching to see her reaction. Those eyes just kept encouraging me, so I kept at it. Her next move was the one that I never thought I'd experience. She faced me, climbed up right in my face, pulled her string aside, and stuck her pussy right in my mouth.

I've read in the reviews and on the discussion boards about strippers letting you eat their pussy. To be honest, I don't think I believed it. But I have thought about what I would do if a dancer offered it. I decided that I should defintely turn it down. It's a huge risk. But, hell, that would never happen to me anyway. And here I sat, with an absolutely Perfect 10 offering it to me. What's a guy to do?

As the saying goes, "The flesh is weak". I couldn't turn it down. Everything about my time with this girl was just too hot. She had worn me down and the logical side of my brain was completely shut down. I dove in and violated every rational thought I've ever had. I don't know how long it went on, but she either had an orgasm or faked a good one, then dropped into my lap and stuck her tounge in my mouth, fresh out of her pussy. It was one of those moments in life where you actually wonder if this is real or if you are dreaming. All I could think was "I can't believe this is actually happening to me!" This went for an hour, which flew by so fast it seemed like only 15 minutes.

It was perfect. She was perfect.

I rolled into the hotel parking lot at 4am. It was 12 hours of perfection. When I think back on that night, it still doesn't seem real. It was a perfect dream, ripped out of my head and played out in reality.

I've only been at this SC thing for four months. To have a night like that after only four months makes me think I am one really lucky dude. I really don't think I'll ever have another night like that for a long, long time, but that night should keep me happy for quite a while.