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Fake or Real, Spit or Swallow

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"Thursday, July 31, 2014

Interview with Kat, Part 3

SCH: There are other questions my readers like me to ask like, "Breasts, real or fake?"

Kat: Which do you think?

The safe answer is real because if they're fake, you'd feel complimented if I was wrong. If I said fake and I'm wrong, you'll get insulted.

So which is it?

I'm going to go with fake.

That's what everyone thinks but they're not. You can feel them if you don't believe me.

I believe you. Hope you're not insulted.

No, just the opposite. I think it's a compliment that God gave me what some women pay for.

Do you miss anything about dancing?

I miss the exercise. I miss the other girls. I miss certain guys.

How about giving blow jobs?

Well, I haven't given that up. I just do it with guys I like.

Do you really enjoy giving blow jobs or is it just something you do to get men to talk to you?

[LAUGHS] At first, I think I did it so they'd talk to me but yeah, now I really enjoy it. I like feeling him get hard in my mouth. I like driving him crazy, getting him to the point where he can't hold back.

So where does he get to come?

Well, in the club, it was usually in my mouth. I mean, where else? Anywhere else was messy.

Spit or swallow?

In the club, spit. I kind of saved swallowing for guys I knew real well. I'd always take some kleenex into the booth to spit into and to clean him up. Oh, can I tell you about the whipped cream girl?

Absolutely.

I was working at this club where the management was like, give blow jobs if you like but not with everyone, not with first-timers, not with guys who might be cops, you know. The manager said, "I'll look the other way for one a night" so the girls who did it only did it once a shift or sometimes twice. Well, there was this one girl. Her dancer name was Molly, I think. She was leaving in two weeks. She was moving out of town. So since this was her last two weeks, she said, "I'm going to make as much money as I can and I don't care if I get fired." So she got this little can of whipped cream. I never knew it came in such a small size but she had one. Actually, I think she had a couple in her locker. She'd go up to guys and offer to cover their dicks with whipped cream and lick it off. I think she offered this to every guy in the club where it wouldn't mean cutting in on some other dancer's customer.

What did she charge for this valuable service?

Whatever she could get. Well, no. It had to be at least fifty dollars or so. I think she'd start at $300 if the guy looked like he had it

Fifty dollars to do that sounds like a bargain.

Well, that's the thing. Even if they agreed on fifty, she usually got a lot more because that just bought you the cream thing. If you wanted her to lick you until you came, that was extra.

Ah, I get it. She gets the guy as horny as possible and then she hits him with the extra charge to finish the job.

Yeah. She said, "I didn't promise you could come in my mouth or anything. I promised to lick the whipped cream off your dick." She kept her promise.

And at that point, the guy's so horny, he'll shell out a lot more money to go the rest of the way. Were some of the guys mad?

Some, I guess. But she delivered what she promised for the price.

That's very clever.

She was risking getting fired but so what? She was leaving there anyway. She made a lot of money.

Now, I know which club this was and this was not a club known for high mileage and blow jobs.

No, I don't think so.

When a dancer comes in and starts doing a lot of that kind of thing, management may stop her because they're worried about getting busted but I've seen other dancers get real upset. They don't want to be working at a club when it gets busted even if they didn't do anything. And all the guys who come in start expecting the same thing from them.

Yeah. For weeks after, I had guys coming in asking me if I did the whipped cream thing. There was one guy she fucked who after she left couldn't understand that every girl there didn't fuck.

That's always a problem. I talked to a girl who worked for a while in City of Industry. Most of the customers who walk in the door assume every dancer in the City of Industry delivers full service.

Guys were always telling me that. If I told them they couldn't pull their dicks out or get me to sit on them, they'd say, "I can do this at this place in City of Industry. Why can't we do that here?" and I'd have to tell them, "Because this isn't City of Industry and if I wanted to do that kind of thing, I'd be working down there."

You're not the first dancer who's told me that. Did you ever work down there?

Down there? No. Too far to drive. And I wouldn't do anything down there I wouldn't do closer to home. I didn't give every guy a blow job.

Let's say you give a guy a blow job and he comes in your mouth. I'm talking now about a boy friend, not a customer in a strip club. What can he do to return the favor?

Well, what I usually do with Jason is that I suck him until he's hard, then he fucks me until I come, then I finish the blow job off and he comes in my mouth. Actually, he likes to come all over my face sometimes.

What else do you like?

Just about anything. Fingers. Licking.

Let's put it another way. What can't he do to you?

What do you mean?

What might a guy, a lover want to do to you that would cause you to say no?

I'm not into pain or being tied up or spanked or anything like that. I let a guy tie me up and fuck me once because it seemed to be so important to him and it was his birthday but I didn't get anything out of it. I'm not really into role playing. Like, a guy might say, "You be Gladys the Chambermaid and I'll be Mr. Jones, the rich mansion owner" or something and I'll say, "How about if you be you and I be me and we just make love?"

How about anal?

Once in a while. Again, if it makes him happy.

And if it's his birthday?

Yeah.

Okay, how do I please you on your birthday?

Flowers. A thoughtful gift. We get dressed up and we go somewhere really beautiful and fun. Then we go to a beautiful bedroom somewhere, like in a hotel, and we sip fine wines and we undress slowly and we just kiss and hug and touch and give each other massages and then comes the sex.

What kind of sex?

Almost any kind.

What if a guy said, "It's your birthday so I'm going to order in a pizza and some beer and we're going to rip each other's clothes off and fuck for an hour"?

I could get into that. Yeah."