Quality vs Quantity revisited: My Dream Stripper

Mikey's post a few days ago on quality vs quantity motivated me to share this story. He asked if we would rather spend a large sum like $1-3K on your dream stripper, or use that money for a several nights of fun with more reasonably priced talent. My answer? Definitely the dream stripper. Here's why. Sorry in advance for the SJG like length of this post, but I've got a story to tell. I considered submitting this as an article but Founder seems to take forever to post articles, and Ive already got one of those pending. Several weeks ago, I had an evening with my dream stripper. By calling her a dream stripper, I don't just mean that she was really hot, or that she was fun to be with, or that she gave great sex. I mean that she was all of those things and more. I've been going to strip clubs for more than 15 years, and I honestly never thought I'd ever have a stripper who was this good. I've had great times with many dozens of dancers over the years, and I've had quite a few special favorites over that time. I have one right now that I call my ATF who is hot as hell and so much fun to fuck. But I've never had one anything like my dream stripper. Before I tell the story, so you don't think I'm too much of a PL, understand what I'm not saying about this girl. I'm not saying that this girl is perfect, or has no stripper shit, or can't be an incredible bitch at times. I'm not even saying that I plan to have a stripper relationship with her. I hope to try that but she lives in an inconvenient place for me to visit so I'm not sure if or when I'll even see her again. I haven't spent enough time with her to find out all of her fucked up life details. All I'm saying is that for one night this dancer was absolutely perfect for me in every way. I didn't even know that a stripper could be this good until the night I has with her. She gave me the best time I've ever in a club, and Ive spent hundreds of evenings having fun with strippers. I'm a little worried that most of my clubbing in the future will now fall short in some way because it may never be like it was with her. It started out like hundreds of other nights. I'm traveling and visit a strip club. The place is not my favorite but it's the best this town has to offer. I don't love this place because I know that the lap dances usually have limited contact. You have to go to VIP for a good full contact dance, and I'm pretty sure there are no extras. Ever girl here has always said no to my requests for sex. Many claim that the VIP rooms have monitored cameras, and I'm inclined to believe them given my past experiences. So I have limited expectations for the night. An LDK (or a CIP for you LDK glossary opponents) is the best I'm going to get, and maybe not even that. The talent this particular night is good. There are quite a few 8-9s. I go to the lap dance area with a few of them, and they give me decent one way contact, promising two way if I will pay for a VIP. I hate paying so much just to satisfy the little head. After a couple hours at the club, I'm undecided on wether to make that investment. Then I see her across a big room. Even far away it's clear she's something special. A few minutes later she's on stage. Holy shit. Saying that she is my type is an gross understatement. She is everything in the physical appearance of a woman that I most desire. If I could design a woman, I could not possibly improve upon what stands nude before me right now. I believe that a 10 exists somewhere for every man, and without the slightest doubt she is my 10. I tip her $30 on stage, probably the most I've ever tipped a dancer on stage. But the money didn't matter. I had to be positive that she came to see me when she left the stage. I absolutely would not let some whale take her from me. Now we all have widely different tastes in women. So some of you would probably have no interest whatsoever in this girl, just like what you desire the most I might not care for. But I'm going to describe what a ten is to me. My description is exactly this girl. She was the epitome of the girl next door image. If you saw her on the street you would never dream in a million years that she was a stripper. She has shoulder length natural red hair. I love redheads. She has a beautiful face, gorgeous eyes, and a sweet innocent looking smile. She is very young, just turned 19 as I later find out. She's not skinny, and she's not overweight. She's just a normal healthy weight that perfectly suits her height. She doesn't have a single tattoo anywhere on her beautiful white skin. And the best part--she has absolutely huge, gorgeous, completely natural, firm young breasts with large nipples. Her breasts literally are perfectly made for me. I don't know if I will ever see her again, but I will go to my grave remembering her body. We talk for a while, I get a few largely air dances, and we talk some more. She is fun, smart, witty, and engaging. But there's trouble in paradise. This is her first week ever working as a stripper. It also sounds like she came from a very strict religious background and started stripping only because she desperately needed money. All of this information screams low mileage to me. I assume she chose a relatively low mileage club because she just wants guys to look but not touch. So I ask her if she's ever given a full contact lap dance before. She says she thinks she knows what that is but asks me to describe it. I do. She says she's seen some internet videos of lap dances and would be glad to give it a try but she's never been to VIP before, and she's never done the kind of lap dance that I'm describing. Ordinarily I wound end the VIP discussion with a girl that had no experience. There seems to be very little chance of much mileage here. But she's my ten, so I continue. I ask her if I could play with her breasts while she does her first genuine lap dances. She says of course I can. I'm surprised by this answer and wonder if she's lying and will turn out to be a ROB who won't deliver. I ask if I can suck her nipples. She says I guess so, sure why not. Again I'm cautious but she is giving me the right answers. I ask her to assure me that she will grind me like I show her how to. She says yes she promises to do her very best. I'm hooked despite the many risks of doing a VIP with a baby stripper. She is so incredibly beautiful, and so much fun to be with, that I won't be totally disappointed if they turn out to be mostly air dances. I tell her I want to wait an hour or two before we go back so she leaves temporarily. She dances on stage a couple of times after that. Each time I tip her generously and stare intently the entire time at her completely naked gorgeous body. She smiles at me and seems to enjoy being the object of my lust. At least she's a good actress I think. I try to find a flaw in her body, some reason she's not perfect, but there is none. I want this woman more than any dancer I've ever seen. We do a few more dances in the lap dance area, and then I can't stand it anymore. We go back to the VIP. I pay for an hour in VIP. I've never done an hour VIP in my entire life. A half hour has always been sufficient. But I have to teach this young thing how to do a lap dance so I figure it'll take more time than usual. She starts the lap dance with her clothes on, and it sucks in a bad way. She always seems to be in an awkward or uncomfortable position, and she never makes enough contact with the little head. Shit, this is harder to teach than I thought. I've never heard of a stripper who has now idea how to do a full contact lap dance. After about five minutes of awkwardly trying out various positions, I suggest that she just sit on the couch next to me. What happens next totally shocks me. We don't try any more lap dances. Instead, over the next half hour on the couch together, she willfully gives me her body to do anything and everything that I want to do. I am always ready for her to push my hand or mouth away and say no, but she never does. She will let me have any part of her and do whatever I want. So we make love on the couch. She starts with her cute little stripper outfit on. I kiss her neck, rub her body through her clothes, and take out one of those gorgeous breasts occasionally. Then I start sucking on them. She allows sucking just like she said she would. After a few minutes when I can stand it no more, I ask her to take off the top. She complies. I continue to kiss and caress the upper half of her body especially my favorite breasts. About 10 minutes into it, I ask if I can kiss her. She doesn't answer. Instead, she starts kissing me deeply and passionately. Apparently she likes having her nipples sucked. I continue my study of her body and start to move my fingers below her waist and between her legs. First I rub over the thong, then my fingers go under it. I expect my hand to be pushed away. But like I said, she has given herself to me willingly and completely. She never refuses anything. So I ask her to remove the thong. She complies. While I kiss her mouth, neck, chest, and breasts, I start to finger fuck her. Now this whole time while my attention is focused on my dream stripper, I'm also trying to keep one eye on the door. I know that if anyone walks in, she's going to get fired and I'm going to get kicked out. And since I'm pretty sure there are cameras in this room, I expect someone will probably come in at any minute. But they don't, and she's oblivious to the door. As I'm finger fucking her, she closes her eyes and starts moaning softly. She whispers things like yes, that feels so good, please don't stop, etc. So we keep doing this for a few minutes. I am in rapture with the body of my 10 being so completely given over to me. She's moaning softly, arching her back, and pushing against my hand to get me to rub harder. After 5 to 10 minutes, I start kissing her stomach and I move slowly down to her waist. I get on the floor on my knees, and start kissing her thighs. ( Jerikson, you can skip this part since I know the vagina grosses you out). She has an adorably cute, very little, bright pink, and incredibly tight pussy. I don't usually perform oral sex on strippers, but nothing about this night is usual. I start licking and sucking on her clit as two of my fingers thrust inside and out of that little hole. Her moaning gets louder. I almost have to tell her to keep the sound down because there are people periodically walking by the door, but she keeps the noise level just low enough. It's a few minutes later when she has an orgasm. I keep licking and sucking for another 30 seconds or so afterwards just to make sure that it lasts as long as possible and she is fulfilled. I come back to the couch and sit next to her. Then she starts kissing me very intensely and passionately. I'm not much for reading a woman's feelings and emotions but it's pretty clear that she liked that. After kissing for a few minutes, she sort of collapses in my arms. I hold her tight. That was awesome, but a little part of me is worried that she might think the night ends there. So after a few minutes I unzip my pants and take out my dick. She takes her hand, and rubs the shaft. We kiss some more. Not wanting to settle for a hand job, I ask lovingly would you please do the same for me. She hasn't refused me anything all night, and she doesn't start here. She takes my dick in her mouth. She sucks slowly at first, but picks up speed as I thrust into her mouth. Now I'm the one moaning softly, saying that feels so good, and please don't stop. I stopped watching the door long ago. The bouncer could walk in at that moment and it wouldn't matter. We're not going to stop. Finally I cum in her mouth. She keeps sucking until I'm dry, then stands up, swallows, and smiles at me with a big grin. We've got maybe 20-25 minutes left to go in our hour. If I was 30 years younger, I might start fucking her then. But I've got no condom, and I'm not that young, so we just snuggle on the couch for the rest of the time. She remains nude, and I slowly caress and memorize her body as we talk for the remaining time. I spent about $600-700 on her that night in total. But if I had to, I would've paid $2 or $3 K and not have felt ripped off in the slightest. This was my dream stripper, and spending that money on her was far far better than spending that money on more strippers of lesser quality. So that's a very long answer to Mikey's question but I'd definitely choose quality over quantity. If you ever get the chance you should too.