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It was January of 2010 and I dropped by the club on a Friday nite on my home from where I was working in the Westchase area as a Project Financial Controller for a major oil company (Houston) when I arrived on the SE side about 7:30. I entered the club, showing my card to the sexy door girl an x dancer and FB friend (she always has super bikini photos). "Ok, well go play, have a good time, and be safe." The LT VIP membership allows me free access to the club (no cover) and feee access to VIP (normally $120). Thats how VIP should be, not some ROB wannabe charging you $500 for a half hour or so of dances.

I noticed about a dozen girls or more on shift and starving enjoyed the great seafood buffet, sitting to the left of stage one against the wall. I just wanted to chill and watch the lineup of gals they had on shift as most of my activity had been itc and otc with atf who danced there. I did not want to spend any serious money but missed simple SC fun. The club had a good crowd and I was not expecting to be approached. I noticed a blonde spinner, V about 20 talking to the manager. She resembled and was as hot as Aly Michalka the actress who played on the cheerleading show Hellcats about a law student taking up cheerleading to help pay her way thru school. I liked the girls on the show, but could not stand some of the theme of the lame story line which seemed to be pushing a certain agenda I did not like. Google an image of Aly Michalka and you will get an idea of what V looks like. V was a definite 10, blonde about 5'8 super bikini model body, nice natural C tits. Her mid blonde hair highlighted her tan body and as it snaked down her back and gold bikini top it was seemed to shine (possibly my imagination spurred by how she turned me on). While V was talking to the manager she kept looking my way (was the manager referring her or what was it my navy blue blazer...). Anyhow their conversation ended and V came over and sat down asking if I would like some company. She had come directly to my table (in a packed club) like a moonlet attracted by the gravity of a nearby jovian planet (sensing a big spender?). I told her "yes ma'am your company would be definitely appreciated". She snuggled close and I started rubbing her legs big time while we make some small talk. She indicated she had just started her shift (the evening was shaping up like a something from a "meant to be" SC encounter). Rather than shove her legs together (like a nunnery candidate) they opened up allowing me to feel where I wanted. She was incredibly sexy as hell in a skimpy bikini outfit. I even thought how neat it would be to clone her and make babies with all of them. As I felt her wonderful inner thighs her hands gently caressed my crotch (a sure sign of a girl who will play). V was from Lousiana, had a streetwise air, and said she was 20 (seemed more mature) and had come to Houston from her small town in Louisiana for some fun and to make some money (stripping, hooking?). She asked me how I thought she compared with the other girls and I told her "you blow them away honey, they are no competition for you." She said we must be psychic as that was her thoughts on that subject too. A dancer on stage was dancing to a song "Hey you, hey you, I wanna be your girl friend" by Avril Lavigne. It is one hell of a song and I have it on my I phone. I believe it is called Girlfriend. I complimented her, telling her "your so sexy and pretty and you must have read my mind choosing that outfit" and told her about what I do and that I live nearby. She asked if I was VIP and when I replied yes, she said "how do you like to enjoy your VIP.?" I told her and "she said lets go upstairs." I told her "yes we I can take a couple of dances and we can go from there." She smiled like she had me where she wanted me.

The manager at the foot of the stairs spiraling up to VIP checked my VIP card and said "have a good time Sir." and V beamed like a woman on a mission. After going up a circular staircase with paintings of nude women like a 19th century bordello, we preceded to a dark area where girls usually make couch forts. On the way past the bar, a fantastic bikini clad blonde was laying on the couch in a sexy pose smiling like she knew what was going to transpire or waiting for some regular(had it not been for V I would have wanted her). As we got to the darker couch area, V made a couch fort (these gals have a nesting instinct you know) and instead of starting dances took it all off and got naked in my lap. She asked "don't you think it enhances a guys climax when a girl rubs his balls?" I replied "yes honey, it sure does (as she grinned)." She got really close and we kissed her hand going to my crotch (my gosh I had not negotiated a price, she had moved in on me quck!). She unzipped me and then went to work on me with BBBJ. It swelled in her mouth and she sucked harder saying "oh yea". When she came up for air we negotiated a price which was 300 (more than I usually pay) but her sale pitch "I have a 20 year old tight pussy." sort of convinced me. MR H was ready and she slopped on a Trojan magnum thin I provided saying "I carry those too, they are such fun" and preceded to fuck me CG and I mean she was no joke about being good pussy,it definitely was a nice tight one. A few minutes later I unloaded while deep in her and told her wonderful it had been. She came as well remarking in her slight cajun southern accent "ow gawd it feels so warm thru the rubber, so much fun." She took the used condom and simply threw it behind the couch (hopefully the cleanup crew knew to look there lol). She said smiling "I like the reliability of Trojans as I am not on any other BC." She then expertly used my undershirt to wipe up any residual on me and said "were good to go." In a state of post orgasmic euphoria I tipped her 100. Now damages were at 400 and this just supposed to be a low cost chill nite. We took the elevator down and she said we could meet at club once a week or more (a 1200 a mo hit if just once a week. Why did not I just take it then and spend something like 2000 a month enjoying this delicious piece?). She said "just think you could have a 20 year old girl for your secret girlfriend and not have to pay motel." She went on to say "seeing me on a regular basis, you would not need a wife or girlfriend and we could just meet here in vip at the club." I never saw her again except one time a coupla months later dancing on stage during bikini Wednesday. Since I had my atf the next day at 100 I tipped V and then left (she said "wait around and I will come to your table."). I had no desire for another 300+ sortie and left the club to avoid the temptation. That was the last time I saw her and it remains in my heart as a moment of deciding for my atf over what could have been. A girl later told me V had gone to Treasures. The experience with V stands as one of the best VIP extras experiences I have had and definitely would be a standard for defining what "everything" means in VIP. In retrospect, I wish I had done her more even if it cost more. So if a girl is trying to upsell you to VIP ask her if she offers "everything." If she does not offer what V provided me, well IMO she is nothing more than a wannabe or ROB like some of those I encountered in Cali. At times I still wonder what became of V. Did she get pg in vip by somebody? Perhaps she is in some upscale club in Vegas or a high class NYC escort or better yet married to some billionaire draining his bank account dry and fucking the young stud gardner.

When I think of the ultimate stripper fuck in vip, well V is the standard. I wish I had chalked up at least ten sessions with her. Going forward, there is a hot blonde stripper in a club I will be visiting waiting out the traffic after work which is near my new office. This may be a tempting summer project. I think I am going to dump the girls on roster and go with a gal on the level of V.