Excerpt from a recent playful VIP negotiation with RNM (Random New Meat):
DG: Do you like to grind? NM: (knowingly) Yes. DG: Do you start in your g-string? (as opposed to watching a half-song striptease.) NM: (more knowingly) Yes. DG: Will you stay in my lap? (read: on my cock.) NM: (even more knowingly) Yes. DG: (pauses) Do you know me? NM: (smiling) No. But I've been told exactly what you like. DG: (realization. then, curiosity) And you still came over? NM: (laughter, followed by two acceptably passionate dances.)
They weren't full-on grinds. More like teasing grinds. But not bad considering we'd only met 10 minutes earlier. And this was at one of my less-frequented clubs.
Good to know my VIP resume is on file there ('Does Not Pay For Air').
Happy hunting, DG
At the club I most recently frequented, the bartender knew me well, and often made sure the "right" dancer approached me. That saves a lot of BS!