Due to heavy travel, my game was always a road show where the goal was to take out, sometimes eat in, or otherwise sample many different "cuisines" around the country. I admit that I looked upon discussions about "favs" and "regulars" with something close to derision.
Then, due to a longer than normal layover at home, I starting frequenting a local club that, under normal circumstances, is almost everything I hate in a SC. Very local, controlled, etc. There I met a girl that I've taken quite a liking to and, in between road trips, was feeding her for about 3 months.
This girl is beautiful in that full blooded, sexy Italian way that has always been a weakness of mine. She is also funny, gracious and very sexy in her flirty way. For purposes of this article let’s call her “Sexy Italian.”
I was strung along in classic PL fashion – a very new experience for me and something I thought that I was immune to, but she had my ticket punched. She burned me multiple times with last minute bailouts on planned excursions, yet I went back for more. The excuses were various, including a lost phone and a kid with a fever.
Multiple road trips did not seem to cure me of my fever for this girl, but they were putting some pressure on her as it was resulting in reduced income to her.
After one roadtrip, and with another extended one coming up, I made the move to either break the logjam or break away from her. I went to the club loaded for bear, suited up with a bankroll in my pocket. I also eagerly chatted up a few other girls, who (per the usual) generally missile lock on the suits in this local club. When Sexy Italian saw this she latched on and did not move all night, except for bathroom runs and stage routines. A little unhappy about the multiple blow offs, I fed her a little (a few 2 for 1 lapdances with tips) but not what she usually made from me.
Finally, as with any sale, I looked to find out what the obstacle to closing was to determine whether it could be overcome. The answer was that covering an extended night away from her kid would be difficult for her.
I'm not sure if it was the fact that the $$$ faucet was being shutoff, a desire to give me a reason to come back after my upcoming extended road trip, whether she was concerned that I would find it from another dancer at this club if she did not provide it, or some other reason, but for whatever the reason OTC options that were not on the table before (believe me when I say I tried) suddenly emerged if it could be done as a detour on her trip home.
It seems that I couldn't close on a night with a superb restaurant, club exploration on my dime and a finale at a 4 star hotel. But a slurpy time in a parking lot? Of course.
This has since happened a few times and has been great fun.
With the addition of OTC fun, over the last month I became an increasingly important part of Sexy Italian's income. She was pretty candid the other night in telling me that, the other week, I provided over half of what she made for that week (this club, like many, has been suffering recently). Unfortunately, however, the amount of drama relating to my interactions with other dancers has increased in lockstep with my rising contributions to her bottom line.
What’s worse, however, is that it is a friend of Sexy Italian that is causing all of the drama. It started when I started talking to another dancer during times that Sexy Italian was not around. For this article, I will call her Young Lithe Hottie. Young Lithe Hottie is ridiculously sexy with a body and attitude that would make you want to do all sorts of bad things.
During the last few times I sat with Young Lithe Hottie, the friend threatened YLH and one night actually started hitting her while she sat next to me. She was smiling and trying to pass it off as playful, but each time she pushed her shoulder or arm she would say some variation of "that's Sexy Italian's man" or "Sexy Italian sits with him."
The other night was the worst. My fav was out sick, but her guard dog friend was there. She worked hard behind the scenes to keep me girl free almost all night, and even went as far as to aggressively confront Young Lithe Hottie in the dressing room. "That's Sexy Italian's customer, so back the fuck off. Oh, and I heard you offered him sex!" (Not exactly true and I never said anything to anyone, though she did allude to the possibility recently while doing a stage performance).
Young Lithe Hottie is young and somewhat new to the business and was shaken by the event. In fact, she has not been in the club for the last few night, even skipping the most lucrative weekend shifts. It happened in a dressing room with other dancers in it, which did not help matters once they heard this claim that the newbie was offering sex to someone else's regular. No doubt this did nothing good for my image in the club either as I'll surely be seen as a big mouth who blabbed. This club is now burned for me as a source of any additional fun with any other girl.
And all the while, unknown to anyone else (of course - I am discreet and keep my mouth shut), except maybe the very friend that engineered the confrontation (and not from me), Young Lithe Hottie is getting trashed for an alleged offer of services that I am actually getting from Sexy Italian.
I am irritated by all of this drama and am truly done with this experiment. I am now going back to my primary game and I'll leave this fav shit to those of you who have the patience for it.
So I have to ask, because I'm nosy, just why you put up with the pieces that happened while you were present? I can understand not getting involved in back room fights or arguments, but why not, when the arm punching happened, a simple "I don't need a baby-sitter" to the friend? You don't strike me as someone who would be particularly overwrought be losing Sexy Italian's affections, so what's the deal?
Basically, aside from nosiness, I ask because laying down the law works, in most cases. My Favorite Cocksucker pulled that shit on me one time, telling other girls to stay away because I was hers. When I informed her that if I ever heard of her doing that sort of thing again, she'd never get another dime out of me, ever, it stopped.