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JohnSmith69

layin low but staying high

If you're tired of my DS drama, I understand. I really do. Just skip this post if you're sick of it. Sometimes I'm tired of it too. But several people asked what happened last night at her club. And I want to follow the story through to the end. Because it really was the end this time.

There was a good omen to start the night. My uber driver was a former strip club bouncer. So we swapped stories. He fucked a lot of stripper pussy for free, as you would expect. I truly enjoy people who have better strip club stories than me. It gives me something to strive for.

When I walk in the club it hits me. Damn, I wasn't expecting this. Memories of her are everywhere. Literally every corner of this place is where we did some crazy shit together, and every memory of every place comes flooding in all at once. I should not have come high. But I couldn't help it. I need to be high. I don't want to do this sober.

Soon the night shift starts to arrive and my thoughts turn to what they should be on -- shopping. The DS won't be here for a while. She's become one of the popular dancers that don't grace the place with her presence until late. She no longer needs the whole night to make her money. Didn't used to be like that. I'll tell the whole story one day. For those who want to read it.

There are candidates everywhere but after a lot of stage tipping and lusting I decide to run my system on two girls. First, there is adorably slutty redhead who I came to see tonight. I tipped her $20 and she literally ran off stage to my table in order to be the first to me. It was so funny to watch. It's nice to have a dancer here who really wants my money. That's how she used to be too.

Slutty redhead is no DS, not by a long shot. But her body has this strange effect on me that defies explanation. I'm very turned on by her even though she's really just kinda average looking. Maybe it's her face which says to me "I'm a slut who fucks customers for money."
Maybe it's her youth. The red hair certainly has something to do with it. And this girl can put away some pot. She takes all the rest of my edibles, and puts a big dent in a vape.

The second girl is Perfect 10. I am not making that up. She is one of only three 10s I've ever seen in my life. A magnificent blond, even more gorgeous than DS2. The odds that this girl fucks customers is remote. But I can't get over the fantasy of leaving here with an otc girl that is even hotter than the DS. So I summon all of my LMN type resources, and run my system on this one as well.

Perfect 10 is first. We do an hour VIP. There are no extras here. None. The fact that I had sex with the DS here was a one in a billion shot. I will tell the entire story one day. That night will never be repeated here, and I don't expect if. But I want a date with this one. Cause I am studying her body and she lives up to her name completely. I actually have found a perfect 10.

But she doesn't play. I keep adding numbers to my offer. Fucking this girl would be a unrivaled pinnacle of strip clubbing. But it's not meant to me. She doesn't play. My money is enough to briefly interest her but nothing more. This is not happening.

I'm expecting much better from slutty redhead. Not only because of her slutty look but because she's not hot enough to be a top earner here. And the way she ran to me off stage clearly means that she is impressed by my money. I have room to impress her more. I'm thinking she probably won't cost that much.

Slutty redhead gives great dances, much more intense than P 10. We push the boundaries, never going over. So I make the pitch. The words, the strategy, the mannerisms, the entire process is highly refined. And it goes nowhere. I have misjudged her. She's not really a slut after all. She doesn't play either.

As I sit back on the floor 0 for 2, I have no energy for a third candidate. Memories of the DS flood my mind again. The DS didn't come to work tonight. She has never before missed a Monday night except to date me. Never. One dancer says she was really sick a couple days ago. Another dancer says she was in the dressing room in street clothes earlier getting something out of her locker. This speaks volumes to me. She has an OTC date with the new guy. She came by to pick up an outfit. She's done the same thing for me before a date. It is the only reason besides truly being sick that she would get out of work tonight.

Then I finally had a revelation that I should've had weeks ago. It's over, and it's time to move on. Obvious I know, but I'm slow sometimes. You see I didn't come here to shop for women. I told you guys that because I told myself that. But that's not the real reason I came. I'm here to see the DS. I wanted to see her again. And she's not here. Just as it should be.

As I was leaving I stopped by to talk to my sweetie. This is a young woman I've known here for years. I was going to ask her for OTC. After all these years, I was going to finally ask her. But I couldn't. That would be like asking to fuck your sister. I just couldn't do it. Instead, I told her that I wasn't coming back for a while. She asked why. I told her it was because of the DS. She wanted an explanation but I said its personal. How do you say "My stripper broke up with me." It's too pathetic to even try to put into words. We hugged. I don't think I'll ever see her again.

As I walked out, I said good bye to the club where the DS works. And in doing so I think I really finally said goodbye to her. Maybe some of you realized this, but I didn't make this visit to line up OTC. That's just what I told myself. I made this visit because I couldn't let go. Pathetic as it is, I couldn't let go.

But I did let go finally. I just needed this one more visit to do it. I won't be back for a while. Not until I can come here and not be focused on her. I can't come here with all of these memories of her. I can't be around her. I'm so glad she wasn't here tonight, even if she has a date with the new asshole. I needed for her to not be here so that I could say goodbye. I won't come back until the memories are all happy ones. There nothing for me here now.

I've got a date with DS2 tonight. She's awesome. Truly awesome. It's time I got as excited as any normal PL would be about her. It's time to make new memories. It's time for new stories. It's time to worship a new dream stripper.

The End