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Now that my favorite club, Platinum Plus in Greenville, is closed and more than likely to be a thing of the past, I has given me time to reflect on the many pleasures and great times I have enjoyed there over the years. During this past year I interacted with two dancers who were at either end of the dancer spectrum in many ways. Each had unique characteristics, both physical and personality-wise that were diametrically opposed. To protect their identity, since these two may be dancing at other clubs I’ll call them Dancer A and Dancer B.

Dancer A was a dancer that I actually met in another club years earlier. The first time I met her she approached me from behind and asked me if I was interested in a lap dance (which were done right at the table in this particular club). I immediately declined because I figured that only the most unattractive dancer would use this approach. She seemed unaffected by the rejection and walked out in front of me displaying one of the nicest pair of legs and ass that I have ever seen on s stripper. She was a bit small up top, but had a very pretty face. Needless to say I chased after her and got several very good dances that night. I became a regular customer, but this club had very strict rules about touching, even in the VIP room, so things never went too far. Fast forward 10 years and who should show up at Platinum, but Dancer A (still looking good with that major league ass). She remembered me and soon we were back in the couch room, only this time with the Platinum Plus culture, she was much wilder and hands on. I soon became a regular and learned that Dancer A was into domination. She would regale me with stories of OTC sessions with guys that involved shoving vibrators up their ass and domination. She would even try to stick her finger up my ass during lap dances, which is really not my thing. At any rate, her dances were very hands on and high mileage. She hinted that OTC was available, but to be honest, I was a little scared to entertain the thought. I considered her to be “my little devil”.

Dancer B was at the other end of the spectrum. She was a short, little spinner with a nice ass and a pretty face, but her most striking feature was a set of natural DD tits. I approached her dancing on stage at Platinum on a very slow afternoon, assuming that a girl this hot was probably there for her regular customer, so I shouldn’t get my hopes up. To my surprise, she came right over and we soon were talking about dances. As I always do, I asked about her “rules” before we went back, expecting her to be stricter than normal by PP standards, but I was wrong. She was very liberal – I even asked if I could suck her nipples, and her response was “as long as you don’t bite them”. As I got to know her better, the dances got better and better, with the last one being a hand-job in the couch room. She was always sweet and I used to call her “my little angel”

So, I would enter the club wondering which of my two, Dancer A (my little devil) or Dancer B (my little angel) would be available that day. Each excited me in a different way. Of course the sad ending of the story is that Platinum Plus is now closed and who knows where these two are now dancing, if they are dancing at all. Such is life.