hey all, I've been ghosting here for a bit and finally have a story to share.
Just to give you a tad bit of backstory, I've been going to a local 3rd rate, middle of the road but not sleazy type club on about a weekly basis. I've been going on the same night of the week for a couple of months now and have about 5 or 6 dancers who hang out with me minus the hustle. I buy 150 dollar, 30 minute VIP's from my favorites, but we spend about 3 - 5 hours just shootin' the shit for free.
I have never recieved sexual favors from this club. And if extras happen here, I would know about it.
I just got back from taking a vacation and there ended up being a strip club within walking distance of my hotel. It was my stripper night, and it ended up being the strip club that anna nicole smith got her start at and met her wrinkled dick billionare. Needless to say, I had to go.
I rolled up in the building and it was a whole lot nicer than my regular club, but surprisingly just as dead inside. I grabbed a beer and took a table seat. After no time at all I was approached by a young, petite black stripper who asked if she could accompany. I'm all about "go-getters" so I welcomed her to my table and tried to pick her brain for some information on the club.
I started to ask her about the lap dance/VIP pricing. She wouldn't tell me a price for the VIP but immediately was pushing it as the place where "it's at". The VIP section ended up being a balcony overlooking the rest of the club. She told me how no one ever went up there and it was ultra private. As I sipped on my beer and eyeballed the current dancer the girl @ my table jumped in my lap and started giving me a freebie lap dance. In between her grinding she started grabbing my dick through the pants which was a surprise.
I immediately decided to buy a pair of lap dances from her where it was more of the same.
After I got back to the table I asked her to find out how much the VIP section was for me so that I could start planning my night. She came back and told me an hour long rental including a bottle of champagne would cost 100 dollars. After hearing how she worded it I asked how much it was for her to accompany me. She responded by asking me to negotiate a price with her. A bit on the noob side I spat out the "so, that's where it's at right?" line and she responded with "an hour of suckin' and fuckin' hell yeah!"
Now I knew that it was on...I had never on a conscious level thought my strip club adventures were in search of pussy, just entertainment. But I did have a desire to be able to say I banged a stripper in the VIP, and I had never been with a black girl before and this was as bangin' a black girl as I was ever likely to find. I actually have an oral fetish so the first thing I told her was that I was more about the suckin' and not the fuckin' to which she responded "i'll suck the fuck outta yo dick."
I then told her that I usually paid 250 for the girls back home. She agreed and started to arrange everything. Even coming back to ask if I needed to buy a condom from the bar for 10 dollars. I had one in my wallet but I was so loaded and just nosediving into the situation that I agreed.
Once up in the VIP area, the barmaid set up my champagne, actually making an incredible nut-shot whiz by me and splash the wall. She also set my condom on the table and placed a sheet over the seat we would be in. I'm a smoker so I got some of my party favors ready and took care of business. My stripper/whore/prostitute/escort came back to me and offered me half a blunt. I've never been one to say no, so despite a bit of trepidation I lit that fucker up. Then my african queen needed some party favors of her own.
So there I sat. Pants around my ankles, smoking a stripper's blunt as she snorted coke off my table naked.
Soon enough she came over, put the condom out of me and lived up to the hype. She started sucking my dick like a fucking champ, obviously lessons through repetition. It really felt boss, and strange. I remember sitting there with her blowing me and hearing the DJ say "These girls are available for couch dances and VIP" and I just wanted to hang over the railing and call to them "MY BROTHERS, GET THE FUCK UP HERE, HE ISN'T LYING!"
So, this was a bit weird. The stripper ended up asking me if I wanted to fuck a little bit and being as in the moment as I was I said sure. We started fucking, and I'm talkin' Pornstar fucking, professional shit! After that she kept imploring me about what I liked and I told her that the most attractive part on a woman to me is her face, so I'm all about the blowjob. She told me she'd swallow my whole dick then, and for the next 30 minutes that's what she did. after the climax, I still had about 20 minutes left but I was like "this girl aint doing no more work." I also didn't see the point in hanging out after getting your happy ending so I killed my bottle of champagne, scooped the condom up (noob paranoia?) and walked my ass back to the hotel in a shocked/dream-like state.
When all was said and done and I processed some of the shame and attempted to shake off modern society dogma I came to the conclusion that sex without love is as hollow and empty as a lap dance, but so much fucking better! So to any interested fellow who indulged in my story, here's 2 questions...
How did I do?
and
Should I go back to my regular girls and tell them this story and try and open a doorway to extras with them?
Not all dancers are as forward as Texas dancers.