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IWantHerOnMe

I'd live this way again

After the first night I met my ATF, we exchanged social media before I sent her home that first night we met. Eventually we graduated to phone numbers. We could DM/text/talk for hours about all kinds of things. I saw her in Follies then Vivide when it was a trash black club.

We hung OTC every couple of weeks for a few years. We both liked to catch outdoor movies and concerts, she cries at movies and concerts which is so sexy to me.

She liked fashion events and there I’d but her shit that was sexy to me. She also tried to get me to evolve past the 12 Polo shirts and slacks I’d started wearing most of the time by that point in my life but it’s not like more clothes was going to make me sexy to me. Or make me any less of a boring basic dude.

And I like sporting events so we’d occasionally plus one for that. Her thinking it isn’t fair that a baseball player doesn’t get credit for a hit when they made contact with the ball is very sexy to me.

Our outings ran on my basic OTC rules: She always initiated convos and brought up OTC. If I didn’t have time or just wasn’t up to it she never got pissy about it. She’s the rare stripper that’s always on time. I always paid our way. There was always a nightcap, she was a sure thing. We Uber to and from a neutral location with cameras on site, take only the money I want to spend, a concealed weapon and an ID, no bank card. My second phone and not my work phone every time. I pretty much kept my guard up.

The guard also included what I was willing to discuss. I asked her how things were going at the club as small talk and to not look so heartless but she wisely kept it brief. I didn’t put my foot in my mouth and ask her what she was doing with people that aren’t me. The convos were stimulating but light, never too personal. She didn’t need to know my business and I wasn’t paying her for her to dump her issues on me. We talked about honesty and boundaries from day one. At this point those were mine.

But she knows exactly how to talk to me in general. She knew from day 1. She knows how to ask me nice. And one night in 2017 she hit my line because she decided she wanted to see…….. John Mayer.

Uh, wow. Wow. To be clear, this isn’t about me not wanting to take her to see another man, that’s silly and she’s not my wife anyway. This also isn’t me, a Certified Field Negro, not appreciating certain remarks Mr. Mayer made in a nudie mag, everyone’s has said something dumb before.

It’s about her being crazy about the “Your Body Is A Wonderland” dude. Basic ass acoustic pop. Ok. Yeah. I was trying not to be snob but it wasn’t taking in the moment.

I told her she was lucky she was fine.

She purred ar me to keep an open mind. She swore I’d enjoy myself.

She did tend to have good taste but still John Mayer? I didn’t know about that and made fun of her when we got to the steakhouse for our pregame. I had to say what I need to say x4.

But as soon as she leaned over the table and let that jaw full of pearls flash, I completely relaxed. By the time we got to yapping/snickering/vibeing all the BS dropped. She must’ve calculated the right time to smile, joke, grab. She has me pegged. Truth is I didn’t care where she wanted to go when I felt like hooking up with her. I was happy to be around her. Of course I’d have a good time.

Next thing I know, I’m heading into the arena, she’s leaping around, singing badly, being pretty, staring me right in the eye. She was basically entertained me as well as Mayer who to my surprise played the blues like a Certified Field Negro. It was almost like getting a lap dance or VIP. But It was better than getting a lap dance, just being in the moment with her flirty ways, big laugh and unyielding sex appeal. She said I make her feel safe to do that.

The reason I kept my guard up is because I was basically taught by older guys how to conduct myself in the strip club and with strippers. That’s why I’m a stickler for washing your ass, tipping everyone, use the golden rule and makes strippers treat you like a customer who has to do what you want to leave you alone.

Basically everything a dancers does is an act that you should enjoy and buy but not believe. These women are not our friends. I can’t say that enough. It’s not personal, it is business.

So when she says I make her feel safe I figured that was what she thought I wanted to hear. But it was a little personal. She said she pegged me as that sort of guy from day one so this could be her extending the game, digging her hooks in deeper.

But I was stunned she was so straight with me from day one. Basically she was always straight with me. There had never been that game element, not exactly. So maybe she said that because she really meant it. Or maybe I’m completely losing touch with the reality of the situation. I just didn’t say anything.

ESCALATING LEVEL OF SIMPTASTIC: You Kiss Her On The Mouth/PDA.

Suddenly I was snapped out of overthought by her wrapping her arms around my neck and in a moment we are making out in the crowd to “Edge Of Desire”. I’d never kissed a dancer on the lips before. Her mouth had been other places on me and vice versa but whoa she can smooch real good.

At that point I had to compose myself. I can’t be the only one who she does this with. She’s a 10, the kind of 10 that dudes hit on when she’s with another dude (I can pretty much handle any male John Mayer fan so that got diffused easily.) Shes also a dancer who again put her mouth in many places. I’m not special, I can’t be. I felt special but I felt alot of things in life that I knew weren’t real.

But as the rush started to slow I realized something. Do dancers put on a fake persona to get money? Of course. But you can’t t fake charisma. You can’t fake femininity. Basically she might fake liking me but she can’t fake being sexy to me.

That’s what ended up making her different than other dancers, or even women, I was around. I don’t know if it’s a talent but there has to be a aptitude. Sure it’s a performance but some performers are better than others. You can’t fake being a great fake. And her act hit the sweet spot like Mayer hit guitars licks. That nightcap was fun as hell. Thank you John! Keep me where the light is.

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JC2003

minnow

Not an Article. Should be posted on Discussion Board

Baldinboston

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Rod8432

It's okay, go ahead and kiss the girl!

Local Hick

DickyDoo2

misterorange

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