Why NOT?

1/22/2021 1:37:39 PM

Covid and the quarantine that followed have, if nothing else, has given me time to reflect on why a strip club is worth my time. The negative aspects of this kind of club as opposed to conventional saloons might include costed parking, a cover charge, high drink prices, and even the dreaded restroom attendant. On the upside, however; girls. Friendly half-naked, hot girls who approach you.

My travels take me to cities within a hundred miles of my home, but cultures vary widely. In northeast Ohio, I know of clubs that are devoid of any of the negative aspects mentioned earlier, but they do include the girls. In western Pennsylvania's largest city, you'll have the cover charge, etcetera, but the talent at Rick's on 9th street in the city makes it worthwhile.

I found myself in front of Plush, aka Rick's one afternoon and decided to check it out. The entrance led to a small foyer where a cover charge was collected. As you enter, the bar is to the right and opposes the main stage. This place is 3 floors. The main room is an atrium and although there are smaller stages on the upper floors, you can still enjoy talent on the main stage from the floors above.

After taking a seat at the bar, I was served by a beautiful bartender and was soon joined by a lovely blonde who declined my offer of a drink in favor of stepping out for a smoke. She did invite me, but I was off cigarettes at the time, and stayed at the bar. Moments later I was joined by another gorgeous girl who was just precious. All of the girls that I saw here were very attractive. I didn't see any bar-side dances here, but my new friend was so accomodating that I gladly took her up on the invitation to a private dance or 2. Precious led me to a phone-booth sized private space. It was nice, but not cheap. I think I gave her $30 for each dance. It was very nice. I wasn't waiting for it to be over. I've had that experience, and that is the greatest deterrent to visiting such a club. There were no "extras", but it was hot. Afterward we returned to the bar, and I was enjoying her company quite a lot. Soon she took the main stage and I tipped her generously during her set. After her set, she disappeared, but soon joined me again at the bar.

This is why I visit such clubs. For all practical purposes I was "on a date" with a super attractive woman. I didn't have to approach her, ask her out, pick her up, meet her friends, drive her to a restaurant, and everything else that we have to endure for the pleasure of companionship. I was having a great time, and if she wasn't, she fooled me. The reality, of course was that she was working. She told me that she wanted to mingle, but asked if I would do her a favor. Soon I was making my way down Liberty Street in search of a place called The Meatball Emporium. This was a summer day, before Covid and the restaurant was crowded, but I completed my mission and returned. I wondered if I would find her again, because by this time there were dozens of girls there. I paid the cover again and smuggled meatballs into the place. She soon appeared and led me to an elevator which took us to the third floor, where I ordered drinks wile she enjoyed her snack. Soon after, I grew tired and began to feel the effects of the alcohol. After all, at this point I had consumed enough to make me think that the meatball run was a good idea.

As I prepared to leave she asked me for my phone and entered her number. A few days later, I received a text from her. We exchanged pleasantries for a bit, then I suggested we make a plan for the coming weekend. She asked me to meet her at NOLA on Market Square for a late lunch and suggested that a room downtown might be a good idea so that we could have some privacy. On Saturday, I packed a small bag, called the hotel and restaurant for reservations and headed for the city. After checking in, I walked over to the restaurant and texted her a picture of the place as I was walking in. Even now, I only half expected her to show, but soon, there she was. We had a great meal, but I was enjoying her company very much and was more interested in her than food. After the meal she accompanied me to my room.

I had only recently ended a long relationship, and it was easy to forget that I really didn't know this woman. I was very comfortable with her and was delighted with her decision to get comfortable herself by stripping down to panties only. Tiny, black panties. She was gorgeous, but declined an invitation to fuck. She was very kind though and gave me a hand job that lasted a good fifteen minutes. When she thought I might be ready, she asked if I wanted to come. She wanted to see me spurt and promised a second jack off session as incentive, and she was giddy at the sight of me exploding. It was extremely erotic, and I stayed hard for a few minutes after she made me come. I begged her to suck my cock, while she cleaned up my come, but she just smiled and said "maybe next time"

After some recovery time, she put some clothes back on. Sometimes it's just as hot to watch a woman get dressed as it is to watch her strip.

We watched "The Avengers" on TV and I enjoyed a few more drinks. She declined more alcohol but was happy to get naked and service me a second time. Not long after that, she mentioned some work that she had been putting off and said that she'd have to go. As I was walking her down to the lobby to meet her UBER, I thought it would be a nice gesture to pay for (at least) the ride. She never once brought up money, but when I handed her a 50, she rolled her big brown eyes. I was thinking "Okay, here it comes", when she said, "I don't think the UBER is going to cost 50 dollars. I told her that it was the smallest I had, so she took the bill, kissed me and went outside, got in the back of a Toyota, and disappeared. As for me, I went back to Rick's. I talked to her several times since then, but Covid came along and the club closed for a while. It's opened up again, but I've lost her contact information, and haven't heard from her for a while.