How I Won – and Lost – My Dream Stripper

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MrDeuce
Illinois
It all began on a weekday afternoon in early July in a Midwestern city. I had started a day of play with lunch and lap dances at a favorite strip club followed by a movie. Then I stopped in at another club, less frequently in my rotation, for its cheap but surprisingly good food, its $10 lap dances during a certain part of the day, and some eye candy.

Soon after I entered, she went on stage and immediately caught my attention: beautiful face, voluptuous body (I would estimate her measurements to be 37C-27-36), and sexy dance moves on the pole. Besides that, she was wearing glasses, which has always been one of my fetishes. (Think “lascivious librarian” or “slutty schoolteacher”.) I tipped her and exchanged pleasantries at the stage and, as soon as she got off, she came to me and asked “Do you want to go play with ***?” Well, yes – yes, I do!

When I get private dances, I usually stop after two or three from the same dancer. Ordinarily by then I have either already come or know that I’m not going to. But this girl had already captured me with her combination of physical beauty and sweet personality so that I let her continue for one dance after another. Having had an orgasmically good time early in the afternoon at the first club, Little Deuce was not cooperating, so I asked her if she would be willing to stimulate me with her breasts. She readily complied, trying her best to get me off with a kind of tittyfuck except that I was wearing shorts. When we finally called it a day after eight dances, I complimented her on her dancing skills and her eagerness to please and she said, for the first of many times, that I was the customer and her job was to please me. Guys *love* to hear that sort of thing!

I told her that I would like to go to the VIP room on my next visit and asked her to describe what I might expect there. (At that point I had never done a VIP dance at this club and had actually done very few anywhere.) She said that she would “do anything except sex”. When I asked her to define “sex”, she said “Intercourse. You can’t put your penis inside me.” I think we can all thank Bill Clinton at least in part for this generation’s relaxed definition of sex!

On another weekday about two weeks later I was in her city again, hanging out with an old friend for the afternoon. I had texted her the day before to let her know that I would be in town, and as he and I were finishing dinner around 7, I received a short but most welcome text letting me know that she was expecting me and looking forward to my visit. Perhaps coincidentally, when I arrived at the club a half hour later, she was right inside the entrance, standing by the door guy’s cash register in all her topless glory to greet me with a big busty hug.

I took a seat and ordered a drink and she straddled me, still topless, and asked me what I would like to do. When I asked her if a blowjob was a possibility, she just smiled and nodded. After we enjoyed drinks and conversation and she had a smoke break, it was off to the VIP room.

There were the usual preliminaries: I paid the door guy $150 and the waitress eventually came to take and then deliver our drink orders. By then about ten of our thirty minutes had elapsed, but fortunately she got right to it like a woman with a mission. It was wonderful, certainly the best blowjob of my life. She was affectionate, bold, and erotic, all at the same time. She began by straddling me again and kissing me for a while, a rare and most enjoyable experience. Then she knelt *beside* me on the padded bench seat that runs around three sides of the VIP room, an unusual position in sharp contrast to the usual kneeling on the floor, and enthusiastically took my erect and uncovered member in her mouth. I should mention that my occasional previous experience with blowjobs had been at extras clubs in suburban Detroit or East St Louis where the details of price and “coverage” were carefully negotiated in advance. Here I was so eager to experience this pleasure with her that I didn’t even bring up the issues of cash and condom. As it turns out, she willingly swallowed my load within a few minutes of starting and then cuddled with me until our time was up. Being fairly new at this sort of thing, I wasn’t sure how much to tip and offered her $50. She gratefully accepted, saying that I could have tipped her $10 or nothing and she wouldn’t have been offended. She went on to say that she was glad I enjoyed it and that it was pleasurable for her as well.

Two visits, two weeks apart, first for lap dances and then for a VIP room blowjob – and I was hooked! This girl was everything I look for in a stripper: beautiful, well-built, fun to hang out with, sweet, eager to please, erotic, and not greedy. I continued to see her in the club about every two weeks through the rest of July and August and it was generally the same every time: stage tips and drinks, a smoke break for her, and then thirty glorious minutes in the VIP room. I saw her a total of five times in about seven weeks and couldn’t get enough of her.

Oh, there was the occasional stripper shit, to be sure. For example, before my third visit I texted her around 7 from my friend’s place on the other side of the city to remind her that I was coming to the club and would be there in about half an hour. She texted back that she wasn’t at the club, having a family event to attend, but would like to hang out somewhere else because she didn’t feel like coming in that evening. This sounded like an offer of OTC fun, so I suggested dinner somewhere close to the club as I drove on city streets rather than the freeway in order to give us time to agree upon a meeting place. After an hour of intentionally slow driving and many inconclusive texts, I finally arrived at her club around 8 because I had to go somewhere. Eventually she came in around 9 and entertained me as usual in the VIP room, except that this time she was so nervous about possible intruders or watchers that we never really got into our rhythm and I experienced the only non-orgasmic blowjob of my life!

Afterward I hinted that I could sometimes arrange to stay in the city overnight and that we would have a lot more privacy in a hotel room and she seemed quite agreeable, even implying that she might spend the night with me.

Truth be told, the first of the four blowjobs she gave me was the best. Even though the VIP room at this club is not very private – beaded curtains rather than a door and the constant possibility of other couples coming in – she was utterly fearless the first time, seeming not to care whether we were observed or interrupted. The other three times she positioned me in a corner, knelt on the floor rather than on the bench seat, kept a constant lookout for intruders, and always seemed anxious about getting caught.

Another example of stripper shit: Prior to what turned out to be our last time together at the end of August, we had agreed that she would be most comfortable with doing what we were doing if we started before 5. We arranged to meet at 4 on a weekday afternoon, so I got there shortly after 4 after a long drive from work. For the next two hours she texted me repeatedly that she was running late, traffic was bad, etc. etc. (She lives ten minutes from the club.) Finally at 6 I gave up and left, pissed off that I had sat there bored out of my gourd for two hours. (There were very few dancers working at that time of day, so mostly the stage was empty.) However, pathetic loser that I am, I turned around and went back when she texted me that she had finally arrived.

Those were the seven wonderful weeks of our relationship. We texted every few days and saw each other every couple of weeks and I was already making plans to keep visiting the city, where I neither live nor work, and looking for reasons to spend the night there. Now seven highly frustrating weeks followed, during which I tried to arrange a rendezvous either ITC or OTC. I reserved a nice hotel room for a Monday night in early October and told her about it. About the middle of September she texted me that she was no longer working at the club but that “If u want the same thing as we do in vip i can outside the club up to you.” As I told her at the time: “Best. Text. Ever.” A week or so later I asked her if she would like to join me for dinner and a movie on that early October evening and she responded “I would love to :)”

That turned out to be the high point. She stopped texting me a few days before our planned rendezvous and I ended up dining and seeing a movie alone (and, of course, going to a strip club). Afterward we exchanged occasional texts, but eventually it became clear that she just wasn’t interested any more, so I said my good-byes in the middle of October. I even got more poetic than usual and quoted the end of “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot:

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

This girl really had an impact on me. Since I started clubbing twenty years ago I have had thousands of lap dances from hundreds of strippers at dozens of clubs, but none of them ever affected me like this chick. She is unique in several respects:

• the most beautiful woman ever to blow me
• the only stripper to blow me more than twice
• the only stripper to provide me with a non-orgasmic blowjob
• the most genuinely accommodating stripper I’ve ever met
• the only stripper I’ve ever exchanged text messages with
• the only stripper I’ve ever seriously contemplated meeting OTC
• the only stripper I’ve ever felt an emotional connection with

She won my heart during those first eight lap dances and that first VIP session back in July. She broke my heart when she didn’t show up for our October rendezvous.

I will probably never know what went wrong, though I suspect that I met her late in her stripping career when she was starting to go through a crisis of conscience, asking herself questions like “Do I really want to dance nearly naked for money?” as well as “How did I end up sucking an old guy’s dick in a not-so-private VIP room?” and “Why would I want to blow this dude in a motel room?” I honestly think that I was an exception in her life: she seemed to have very few regulars, telling me at one point that I was now her regular because I had texted her. After our first VIP session she was always so nervous that I have to think our activity was not the norm for her. She was always remarkably eager to please and non-materialistic, never asking for a tip or even wanting to talk about money, and I believe she just wanted to make a fresh start in her life, which meant no more stripping and no more seeing guys from her stripping days. I will never forget her, and some day when I look back over my long and varied strip clubbing career, I believe she will stand out as my all-time favorite dancer. She is, quite simply, my Dream Stripper.

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carlos_spiceyweiner
10 years ago
Very, very well written. Nice job, and you obviously had some deep feelings for this woman. This is also why I've sworn off having any kind of relationship with a dancer (I've had a few, and they've always ended with similar frustrations and regrets like yours). These are fantasy women that we too often put on some higher plane where we put up with more bullshit than we would with a regular girlfriend. Honesty is always the key. I'm older and entirely content with going out and paying for extra services and accepting that anything that passes between a dancer and me is nothing more than a financial transaction that benefits us both.Ninety-nine percent of the time, that's all it is to them. Thanks for posting.
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Clackport
10 years ago
Good article. We have to remember any kind of relationship with a stripper always has a shelf life.
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jackslash
10 years ago
Don't fall in love with a stripper just because she blows you.
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bvino
10 years ago
You can fall in love with a stripper when she blows you. Just make sure you are not in love when you leave the club.
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JohnSmith69
10 years ago
Deuce, thanks for sharing the story of your DS. We all intuitively know what a dream stripper is, and I'm sure many others have stories to share like you and I have. I hope this motivates others in their dream stripper quests.

Of course, my main take away from your story is that every DS relationship must eventually end. I just hold out hope that maybe mine can last longer than yours since I discovered my DS as baby stripper. But you never know. We should enjoy every blowjob like it might be our last one.
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MrDeuce
10 years ago
This story has a footnote. When I submitted it on November 8, I didn't expect ever to see my Dream Stripper again. However, just a week later, before the story was even published, I texted her on my way to visit an old friend who lives in her city -- and she answered! I told her that I was going to be in town that evening and would love to see her. Sure enough, after an early pizza dinner with my friend, I had *another* dinner with her -- in true PL fashion -- at a taco joint and spent a couple of hours catching up. (I hadn't seen her for almost three months, since late August.)

I invited her to join me for dinner, a movie, and adult fun in my hotel this coming Tuesday evening -- and she accepted again! The only off note was that she asked me if I could give her "60 or 70 bucks" and I agreed, while implying that it was an advance and not a gift. We parted on great terms and I was jubilant on my long drive home.

I wish I could say that this story has a happy ending, but it doesn't. We texted back and forth a few times on Sunday and then she went into her customary silent mode that drove me crazy back in September and early October. I texted her daily from Monday to Thursday, growing increasingly exasperated by her failure to answer simple questions like "Are you in or out for next Tuesday? Please respond." Finally I texted her on Thursday night (yesterday) that I couldn't take her failure to communicate any more, was tired of the chase, and was calling the OTC date off.

I can't truly say that I'm over her, but this week has been illuminating. Her unresponsiveness reminded me of why I broke it off in October, and her request for money (a first) made me feel like an ATM. On the other hand, I can't get her last text on Sunday out of my mind -- "Yr my favorite customer ever!" -- and I suspect that if she texted me tomorrow proposing that we spend Tuesday evening together as I had planned, I would jump at the chance.

I think I just need some time to forget about her. It really is best not to get emotionally attached to a stripper -- but you can't go through life shutting yourself off from emotional involvement with others.
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carlos_spiceyweiner
10 years ago
@MeDeuce, thanks for the update. Unfortunately, you gave us just the conclusion I would have expected. It's NEVER good to become attached to a stripper. The benefit of clubbing is that we can have our dream girls while being aware enough to walk away after spending our money. I give you kudos for sharing your story here. For me, this is just one more reason to keep my emotions in check. Clubbing should never be about more than the sex. We're here for the fun. Anything else is wasteful bullshit!
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Papi_Chulo
10 years ago
Trying to have a worthwhile relationship with a dancer is analogous to trying to fit a square peg in a round hole – it almost always never works out and IMO it does not at all serve as the proper vehicle for a relationship other that straight P4P business.
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Papi_Chulo
10 years ago
Getting personally involved w/ a dancer is an exercise in Einstein’s definition of insanity:

“keep doing the same thing and expecting different results”
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GCMan
10 years ago
Lol mr deuce go find another stripper they are a dime a dozen !!!
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alabegonz
10 years ago
MrDeuce:

I like the emotional part of your experience, it resonates with my experience. I too have been caught in the cookie jar several times for doing the same thing.

In my situation, my only recourse was to go another club, get in there and simply have some fun, only to be hustled and played by another pretty stripper.

The pattern eventually emerges like the sun breaking out at the crack of dawn. Leading to the conclusion: I'm just a customer, nothing more nothing less.

After the realization, Zen-wise I have learned enough and finally just handle it moment-by-moment.

Once the moment passes, the entire story is gone, like it never happened.

So the next time we meet, it simply goes back to zero.
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HungryGiraffe
10 years ago
Got some good advice from a stunning stripper who was headed towards being my ATF, "Love, but don't be in love." She provided these words of wisdom while we were laying in bed during an uncompensated OTC hookup. I had just mouthed something about loving her, falling back on early programming on how to get sex from girls -- tell them you love 'em. Truth is I enjoyed her company and appreciated the growing friendship. But she was right, I wasn't "in love" with her. At best, I was "in lust" with her.

In the very grown up game of adult entertainment, the love stuff is unnecessary. Benjamins, just like in the civvy world, are the best way to express affection for a woman. They understand that language very clearly. Now I just focus on P4P and life is beautiful. Not looking for another relationship. Just want to have some fun, relax and achieve release every now and then.
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lopaw
10 years ago
"Better to have lusted and lost......"
Well....you know the rest :)
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xxxrated
10 years ago
This happens to all guys who have had an ATF. One day all of a sudden something changes in their life and then BOOM....(all contact cut off). However, i get over this stuff quickly with another comparative dancer.( i already forgot about my previous ATF) With another beautiful dancer.......
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Timex345
10 years ago
Never fall in love with the talent. They are not worth the low emotional
return on a high financial investment.
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sayeh443
9 years ago
lol...you were not the exception my friend. sorry to tell you.
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skibum609
8 years ago
Deuce: At the end of t he day the end of your relationship with her began the first night you were with her. Things I have found out over the years are that it doesn't matter if you are good looking; wealthy; smart; funny; unique; great in bed; caring; loyal; tough and on and on. Once you hand over money to a dancer you are her "client" and nothing is ever going to change that. Have had the same ATF for 12 years and about 5 years ago she asked me why I have never once asked to meet her OTC or for her number. I told her that when I could see the end of strip clubbing and knew I would never see her again I'd take her OTC and fuck up the relationship. This is a business deal, not a relationship.
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