So I lived a clichè

It started about 6-7 years ago, however, last August…I fell in love with a stripper. Let’s rewind, just before Covid, I had discovered, my soon to be ex-wife, had a boyfriend, a side piece and a husband on the side. Not exactly the kind of marriage I was trying to have after 13 years. After feeling bad for myself, getting use to not seeing my kids everyday, we split our children 50-50, Realizing no more morning blow jobs, no more getting woken up at 3 in the morning for sex, no more woman in my bed. The itch, the long for a woman’s touch, the need to bust a nut by the hands of woman was something I’m going to have to figure out- what to do and how to do it. Bars was not the place for it as I haven’t been a single man in years. No game, unsure as to how it works anymore. Learning how to hit on a woman, how to figure out if a woman is in to you. All these things were new to me, I was a 40 year old virgin. Didn’t know how to approach a woman or talk to one, much less get a number (was that still a thing, come to find out it’s swapping social media info). Clubs were soon to be understood that I’m too old for that shit, also the girls were just too, not for me. So I did what any other divorced, bored, horny, lowlife red blooded American male would do, walk into their local gentleman’s club and see what happens. I took the 30 minute trek over to city of industry to a place they call Paradise Gentleman’s club. An assortment of lovely Hispanic mid 20s to early 30s dancers walking around half naked/naked in a dark room with hip hop blazing over speakers. I walk over to the bar and ask for a coke with ice. The buxom “blonde” Hispanic bartender asks if I’ve been here before and what I’m looking for, I replied with “years ago” and said “someone pretty and nice and fun”, god I was such a loser. She tells me she will send someone over to me in a bit when she’s done with her dance and stage run. In the meanwhile, 3-4 different entertainers stop by, a few have me grab their tits to ensure I’m not a cop. One sits with me for a bit rubbing my balls and sucking my ear, hadn’t had that in a while, all I needed was a belly rub and a beer and I could have gone to sleep, anyway she begins to tell me how she will spread herself for me for $200 and I can pound away as much as I’d like. I wasn’t quite feeling her energy. So she rolled her eyes and walked away. Just as I was about to leave because I started to feel like an absolute pervert, over comes this absolutely lovely young woman. Brown hair with highlights, flat fit stomach, beautiful big fake DDs, small waist, amazing thick thighs, hips that could ride you like sea biscuit, a fat ass that I still can’t tell if it was fake or god given, a face that rivals that of Ella Langley, absolutely lovely. She asks if I was wanting some company, she introduces her self as “Kitty” (not her stage name, keeping it private for my discretion). She sits and we talk for about 20 minutes, the usual “buy her a drink” lady stops by and I by about three drinks. During our conversation it comes out that I am recently divorced and hadnt been with a woman in months. Kitty asks if I’d like a VIP, she educates me as to what happens and her rates and time allotted. I agree but am absolutely nervous. She goes to the back room and freshens up, she tells me to relax and not worry, take your time and we can have fun. So she turns the lights down, she starts to dance for me and asks “are you ready!?” I wasn’t sure what she meant, she reached down my pants and says “ooooh yes you are”. She places my face between her breasts and tells me how amazing it’s going to be. After about 20 minutes we clean up, she tells me how much fun she had and would really like to see me there again. We make a plan to visit her as soon as she gets to work so I can have her fresh. She gives me her number, most likely a what’s app or second messaging number, that works fine either way. She asks again if I’m married, I confirm my status as a single low life pervert who now pays for sex. She laughs and says “don’t say that, imagine what that makes me”. Next week I find myself trying to figure out what to wear, shower, shave my face, trim my beard, clean up the groin area, put in something to smell nice and head out. She texts me that she’s just arriving as I’m swatting away the other girls asking for a dance. A few recognize me from the week prior and all tell me how they can ride me better than kitty, they will let me do this and blow on their tits and blah blah blah. She comes out from the back, smiling and so happy to see me. We talk for about an hour and off to the back we go. 45 minutes later we are getting dressed and I ask her if she would be interested in seeing me outside the club. More money to her and cleaner and more room and entice her with dinner and enjoyment. She agrees, and we set a date for 2 weeks later in a hotel in Anaheim, it’s summer so we pick a hotel that has a water park so her kids can enjoy it after we are done pounding away at each other. We go a few rounds, she tells me how she hadn’t enjoyed it with a client, ever. We lay in bed talking and laughing, making out, learning about each other personally, find out each others true names. We walk over nearby to have a late lunch, we exchange pictures of our kids and keep a good conversation going. She asks about what I do for work and she’s surprised by what I do. Apparently that made her feel more comfortable, I ask if we can do this bimonthly, she agrees and says she never takes it outside of the club (hard to tell if she’s serious) but I believe it and plan our next outing. Aside from the hotel meetups, we go out for drinks here and there, dinner once in a while, only time money is involved is for the obvious nights we are intimate. Once in a while during our “dates” we’d get a bit too comfortable and make out, she will ask me if I want to head to a hotel, but something in me wants to ask her if she’s gonna charge me so I decline and continue with our “date”. Her birthday month comes and she tells me how she’s going to Hawaii and will be working 6 days straight and will be going to Hawaii after her last day of work. She’s taking her kids for a family trip to celebrate her birthday. She tells me where she’s staying and I send over a welcome birthday gift. She calls me to thank me and was so happy for her surprise, during our phone call she tells me she only told me what hotel she was staying at, was in case I found myself in Hawaii and wanted to visit her…🧐. We continue our extended tryst for months, birthday presents are exchanged, I don't visit the club to see her as she’s embarrassed that I see her with other clients. By now we have made our visits weekly and have been more romantic than a roll in the sheets for a good time. Dinner, nice hotel rooms, foreplay, gifts, champagne and massages, anything to make her feel special and more than a nut. she comments to me about how I treat her and why I don’t have a girlfriend, that they’re missing out and she feels so lucky. One of the nights, during post orgasm bliss, we are planning our next “date” and she says that she’s always wanted to go to Lawry’s in Beverly Hills. So I plan a nice evening, pick her up at her condo, she looks amazing. Tight black halter style dress, open back, short and sexy yet feminine. We have a great meal, great conversation. She drank a bit too much wine and she says “we should get a hotel”, mind you I didn’t account fiscally for that. But she looks amazing and is all over me, too hard to say no to. So I find a nearby room and as we get settled into our room, She starts to undress and gives me a private show, and before I know it we are knee deep in each other. I notice she has me in her mouth minus the condom, I remind her and she tells me she wants to feel me…We go at it for sometime and lay in each others arms. Go shower together and round two, we go back to the bed and enjoy more time together, and we are going back and forth who’s on top, she starts to talk dirty to me, we climax together and she falls on me, as we doze off she’s kissing me and it slips out…”I love you”. She looks at me and smiles, giggles and says “awwwwwww that’s sweet”. Go for round three and we get dressed. I take her home and I’m absolutely mortified. She calls me the next day asking why she’s so sore and if we agreed to non payment, she asks if we used protection and I remind her that she kept taking it off. She giggles and says “wow, I must have been pretty drunk”. Heartbreak. I ask her if she remembers anything else and she reminds me of what I said. I replied with “how do you remember that but not the lack of condom!?” She says, ”I did remember no condom, I just wanted to see how you’d treat me after wards. You stayed humble and sweet, you treated me like a woman, not like a stripper. Thank you for showing me what it’s like to be treated so well. Love you too”. Silence. She hangs up. It’s been a little bit over 6 months, haven’t heard from her or seen her. Best ass and sex I’ve had.