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!
Not my cup of tea, but it's your time and money.
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.