SS - My Personal Soap Opera Part 2
rockstar666
Illinois
Look for part 1 posted last week if you didn't read it. This will be long enough without a rehash. Despite my temptation to embellish this story, I won't. I will say I learned a lot about SS in general and my ATF in particular!
So, she texts me Fri afternoon saying she'll be home around 9ish, and when I asked if I should bring anything she said just green. Well, I also bought a bottle of whiskey (her brand) figuring she won't have any drinks (I was right). I get a text at 8:45 that she's home; she's early??? NFW but there it is. I only live 10 min away so off I go, doing my best not to get caught for speeding.
After getting lost in her parking lot due to her vague directions of where her condo unit is, she comes outside to guide me to the visitors lot. We walk to her unit and the first surprise is her b/f is at the door! She had said they broke up, which they did as they aren't having sex and have their own bedrooms. She didn't say he moved out; that was a wrong assumption on my part! Oh well. I've met him before and he's a decent guy. He retreats back to his room though which was hopeful. My ATF, who I will call M, has no makeup on and is dressed in shorts and a T shirt and her hair was a mess. In fact the apartment is a mess: almost no furniture, the floors covered in garbage and dirty clothes...and she's now lived here all of 3 weeks! Typical. It's an upgrade from her last apartment but not for long at this rate.
I've seen M without makeup before but she was looking a little sick this time as well. Kind of fit the apartment. At this point I wasn't sure what the fuck was going on. My spirits are lifted when she says, "I have a surprise for you in my bedroom...!" Okay! She leads me in and sitting on her "bed" (a mattress on the floor) is none other than my #2 dancer, who I will call D, who is also M's g/f and lover. She's looking somewhat better, no makeup either, and anxious to start on the whiskey. So we sit on the bed, start passing my bottle and having a few bowls. We chat and laugh a lot; everyone is relaxed and in a good mood.
M is looking bad. She has this stick in her mouth which is for toothaches; she explains she just had a root canal. Then the b/f pops in and says he's going to Walgreens; do you need anything? The girls give him a list of stuff and money (!) and he leaves. I'm having a great time talking to them and I find out a few things: D has broken up with her long time B/F despite all the FB pics of them together, M hasn't had sex with a man in several years, and D lives much closer than I thought she did. I also asked some questions that we discuss here on TUSCAL to get their perspectives, like day and night shift differences (they confirmed what was discussed in the thread). I didn't mention TUSCAL though; I would prefer they don't read this.
A half hour later the b/f comes back, drops off the bag and leaves. M rummages through the bag, grabs the tampons like it's the most valuable thing in the world to her, and scurries off to the bathroom. Okay... She's back a minute later. Time passes, and sometime after midnight D is falling asleep, so I give my regards and they both walk me to my car.
Well, bottom line: there was no sex but spending a few hours with 2 hot dancers as friends was really a lot of fun! It was sweet of M to have D there for me; if I didn't already know D it might have been awkward for me; but M knows I like D a lot and that she's my #2 in the club. As I was going to fuck my g/f the next day anyway, I was glad I didn't risk picking up any diseases as I'm a very unsafe sex kind of guy, even though that would seem unlikely with those two anyway. Still, a threesome would have been fun if M and D were receptive LOL!
I also realize I'm kind of off of my crush on M now that I've seen behind the curtain so to speak, which is a good thing, as I'm her type as a friend but not as a lover, obviously. Oh, and her idea to 'get back into music' was hardly even mentioned, so that was just a ruse. She just thought partying with me and D would be fun, and it was!
I hope I get to hang with her again. With or without D. We all had a good time! Sorry there wasn't any sex to tell about but that's the way it goes sometimes!
So, she texts me Fri afternoon saying she'll be home around 9ish, and when I asked if I should bring anything she said just green. Well, I also bought a bottle of whiskey (her brand) figuring she won't have any drinks (I was right). I get a text at 8:45 that she's home; she's early??? NFW but there it is. I only live 10 min away so off I go, doing my best not to get caught for speeding.
After getting lost in her parking lot due to her vague directions of where her condo unit is, she comes outside to guide me to the visitors lot. We walk to her unit and the first surprise is her b/f is at the door! She had said they broke up, which they did as they aren't having sex and have their own bedrooms. She didn't say he moved out; that was a wrong assumption on my part! Oh well. I've met him before and he's a decent guy. He retreats back to his room though which was hopeful. My ATF, who I will call M, has no makeup on and is dressed in shorts and a T shirt and her hair was a mess. In fact the apartment is a mess: almost no furniture, the floors covered in garbage and dirty clothes...and she's now lived here all of 3 weeks! Typical. It's an upgrade from her last apartment but not for long at this rate.
I've seen M without makeup before but she was looking a little sick this time as well. Kind of fit the apartment. At this point I wasn't sure what the fuck was going on. My spirits are lifted when she says, "I have a surprise for you in my bedroom...!" Okay! She leads me in and sitting on her "bed" (a mattress on the floor) is none other than my #2 dancer, who I will call D, who is also M's g/f and lover. She's looking somewhat better, no makeup either, and anxious to start on the whiskey. So we sit on the bed, start passing my bottle and having a few bowls. We chat and laugh a lot; everyone is relaxed and in a good mood.
M is looking bad. She has this stick in her mouth which is for toothaches; she explains she just had a root canal. Then the b/f pops in and says he's going to Walgreens; do you need anything? The girls give him a list of stuff and money (!) and he leaves. I'm having a great time talking to them and I find out a few things: D has broken up with her long time B/F despite all the FB pics of them together, M hasn't had sex with a man in several years, and D lives much closer than I thought she did. I also asked some questions that we discuss here on TUSCAL to get their perspectives, like day and night shift differences (they confirmed what was discussed in the thread). I didn't mention TUSCAL though; I would prefer they don't read this.
A half hour later the b/f comes back, drops off the bag and leaves. M rummages through the bag, grabs the tampons like it's the most valuable thing in the world to her, and scurries off to the bathroom. Okay... She's back a minute later. Time passes, and sometime after midnight D is falling asleep, so I give my regards and they both walk me to my car.
Well, bottom line: there was no sex but spending a few hours with 2 hot dancers as friends was really a lot of fun! It was sweet of M to have D there for me; if I didn't already know D it might have been awkward for me; but M knows I like D a lot and that she's my #2 in the club. As I was going to fuck my g/f the next day anyway, I was glad I didn't risk picking up any diseases as I'm a very unsafe sex kind of guy, even though that would seem unlikely with those two anyway. Still, a threesome would have been fun if M and D were receptive LOL!
I also realize I'm kind of off of my crush on M now that I've seen behind the curtain so to speak, which is a good thing, as I'm her type as a friend but not as a lover, obviously. Oh, and her idea to 'get back into music' was hardly even mentioned, so that was just a ruse. She just thought partying with me and D would be fun, and it was!
I hope I get to hang with her again. With or without D. We all had a good time! Sorry there wasn't any sex to tell about but that's the way it goes sometimes!
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But I'm not buying the whole "it's so great to have this fun dancer friend" nonsense. Of course you want to get in her pants. In fact, you're want it so much that you'll deliver "green" and whiskey to her shithole apartment, sit on a mattress on the floor in said shithole for hours, even with her boyfriend in the other room (sure they broke up, lol), a safety friend present (ah, I mean a surprise treat for you, lol), the girl on her period AND not even bothering to make herself presentable (either because she doesn't really care what you think and/or she knows that she has the fish firmly on the hook). All of this in the hopes of currying favor and getting into her pants.
Sometimes we have to know when to walk away. You are not her friend and, after this little adventure, it is clear that the odds of you ever getting into her pants are zero and below. That whole thing was orchestrated for her to get what she wants from you while removing any risk that you would try anything or get the wrong idea.
It is self-respect time now rocky. We've all been there at one point or another, so I'm not saying this to be harsh or snarky. There is simply nothing left here for you but more silly games.
Shit, even my SB/ATF never asked me for more than petty shit (a few bucks for lunch or gas) without making me but somehow, even after that point when she *knew* if do it.
Has anyone ever had a female friend that you actually liked as a friend, and likes you as a friend? It seems that dancers are exempt from the friends list for you guys and that's a shame.
I already have a g/f anyway as I mentioned so it's not like I'm not being serviced. Maybe you 20 year olds want to fuck every girl they meet, but I'm okay if I don't fuck them all even if it might be fun if I did. I suppose I shouldn't even have posted this whole story...or I should have said I had the threesome so you'd all get your vicarious thrills instead of being disappointed. FWIW, I don't give these girls money except when they entertain me in the club, which isn't even all that often. I'm not being "strung along" because outside of my sparkling personality I'm pretty useless to them. It's not like weed and drinks are so precious to them that they'd invite me over just for that! LOL
@Rock: Look at it from her perspective. You saved her the cost and trouble of having to score the weed herself, you delivered it right to her home AND she keeps you on the hook for future cash payments. In a nutshell, she used you to get something she wanted. She is not your friend, you are a customer.I sincerely doubt you'll be receiving an invitation to her kid's Christening if/when she has one. I also doubt that you'd want to be her "friend" if she looked like a 300 lb wooly mammoth, so let's be honest with ourselves here.
Truth be told, her and her boyfriend were probably joking about you when you left, saying things like "I though he'd never fucking leave" before he gave her a good reaming, especially after she was so nice and happy from the shit that you gave her. He might have even gotten some action from D as well. LMAO. I hope he sends you a thank you note. ;)
She only has sex with women and she told me that; that's pretty honest of her don't you think? If she was 'stringing me along' she would never have done that. And, I don't give her money and she doesn't ask for money. If you think I'm being used for the price of a few bowls and a $12 bottle of whiskey you have more issues with reality than I do.
Ok, yup, we're the delusional ones. ;)
Her apt. it quite nice and not cheap! It's a shithole only because she piles stuff up and never cleans. She trashes it because she has issues there, which I'm sure I could never change. The only weed she got is in her lungs; I didn't "deliver" anything. And yes, you ARE either delusional or a poor reader. I don't care to debate this anymore because you have not said anything that applies to this situation. You make assumptions that are not rooted in the facts.
I was under the distinct impression you wanted feed back. If not, the why post? That was snarky. :)
And for the record, I'm not a 20 year old who wants to fuck every girl I meet. I'm a *53* year old who wants to fuck every girl I meet. Just sayin'. :)
I was surprised at all the negative feedback; I said I probably shouldn't have posted in the first place as a result. I wanted to share my dancer related story though, so I did. I am truly sorry It's a poor ending for the reader though! It would have been much better if it did end with sex!
LOL. I have barely been able to stop chuckling since this thread started, but I have to stop now. This can't be real. It will probably take her retiring from the business and losing rock's number before he finally understands what this is. I can just see him outside her door, a month of so after she leaves the club, sobbing out: "But I thought we were friends!"
Some lessons just must be learned first hand.
FWIW when she quits dancing I might never hear from her again and that's fine if that's what she wants. I DO have a life, and there's lots of women out there for me if that's the case. We'll see.
We could dance and party all night and drink some cherry wine, uh huh
Rock i enjoyed your story and i hope you will keep sharing with us.
If in your mind the trip was a successful then it was
Sex isnt the only way to enjoy and devour a beautiful women...shit i would had enjoyed that trip
Bruh im similar...ive hung out side the club many of times for free at dennys just laughing my ass off with a stripper....
Sex is just the cherry on top of the ice cream
Weed? See, that's where you went wrong. If you had been following Rick's posts, you would know to seek out heroin addicted strippers for OTC.
@steve: It's methadone. Get it right. Methadone! Heroin makes them useless and they put on too much weight when they kick the habit completely. Methadone girls sit right in the middle. ;)
But in this case I have to agree. As with Rick, I'm sure Rock will never get it, and think we're all just being killjoys. But dude, really, find a real girl to party with, not someone who is laughing with her boyfriend behind your back. Its not about whether its fun and cheap, its sel respect. If that matters....
Thanks for the update. And I do have a number of female friends. Nothing wrong with that.
Who would that be?
@ranukam: I'm pretty sure rd is referring to me. :) If you're interested, read my last two articles for the gory details.