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I’ve been coming to this Phoenix strip club for over a year now. It’s 10 minutes from my house and it’s in a decent neighborhood, plus the drink prices aren’t bad for a strip club. I’m in the middle of a divorce after a 20 year marriage, and this place just seems to be what I need when I need it. Dating is hard, especially online dating.

One night a young, somewhat pale, leggy, amber-haired girl approached me with the “have we met before?” line. I wasn’t that interested; I typically go for the more exotic looking girls with thicker frames. She said all the right things, made me feel wanted, which was a nice change of pace. But being a strip club veteran, I wasn’t that impressed by her effort. But I got a dance anyway. She talked most of the time and dancing seemed to be an afterthought. Gave me her Instagram handle as I left. But I really enjoyed myself for some reason and didn’t realize how much until the next day.

She came off as well-grounded and intelligent and she clearly knew how to work guys. She was a stunner for sure, and after a few times going to see her and spending way too much money on extended VIP dances, I became a bit infatuated. She would moan and writhe on my lap as I touched her erogenous areas while she grinded on me. She would grab my hand and start sucking on my thumb as she worked her body against mine. Our conversations during the dance were always fun and entertaining. She had an interesting life story and was a natural at keeping the conversation flowing.

But if she says the things she said to me to everyone, she’s pushing the envelope a bit. She would tell me every time I came in she wanted to fuck, she wanted to go out with me on a date, that she hadn’t had sex in 3 years with a guy and wanted it so badly, that she always masturbated after our dances, etc. Lots of strippers imply things but make it clear it’s for the club only and they’re there to make money. This girl didn’t do that. She made me feel like I had a legitimate shot.

I’m a bit on the older side, but I also work out a lot, and I’m in decent shape for my age. I was feeling confident and called her out about her talk. I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner on a date, making sure I wasn’t referring to an escort-type situation but an actual date. She agreed and said she’d dated a regular of hers but it just didn’t work out. We made plans to meet before her shift the next Friday.