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Introducing DS II

JohnSmith69

layin low but staying high

It's a small little dive club. Not my usual hangout but it has its charms. If I was high, I could maybe spend real money here some night. I'm debating whether a couple of dancers are worth the effort. The two leading candidates are overweight with giant tits, and slutty looking MILF. They are not OTC worthy (anybody catch the Seinfeld reference there?), but they could be fun. Who knows, I might even LDK. That would be a blast from the past, wouldn't it?

Things with the DS are going badly, but I don't want to admit it. My thoughts drift to her. The dancer with no SS has developed SS. It was inevitable I guess, but she's still the hottest thing I've ever been inside of and I want to be there again. But she's ignoring most of my texts. And when she answers, she is full of nothing but excuses. WTF is going on with her?

It's at that moment that all thoughts of the DS are vanquished for the night. She just got on stage. Holy shit. I'm not even high, and she's clearly somewhere between a 9 and a 10. Haven't seen her naked yet, and she's still at a distance, but it doesn't matter. The focus of the evening has arrived. I'm going shopping tonight.

I'm not the only guy here with good taste in women. Guys are flocking all over her like flies on shit. But it's nothing but dollar bills. The big spenders give her maybe $3-4 with a grin on their faces like they're strip club bad asses. I hate to rain on their parade, but this one is mine.

Once she's as naked as the girls get here, I head up to the stage. She does her thing. 9.5. Holy shit. What is she doing here? In this dump? I give her my tip. It has a 1 on it, just like the others. But mine has zeros on it too. "Stop by my table gorgeous, I'm sitting right over there. I want to spend a lot more money on you."

Her stage set is over and she goes by each guy who tipped her to thank them. Several are clearly asking her to stay, and she promises a return visit, but keeps circulating. Just when I think she might have actually forgotten me, she sits down. I'm at the end of the thank you walk.

We've only talked for 10 minutes when the parallels with the DS are overwhelming. It's uncanny. New dancer, student, drop dead gorgeous, young (just a tad older), inexperienced and naive, fun. But I go slow. Can't scare her away. So my System starts. You'd be surprised who on tuscl was an influence on my System. I've significantly modified his views to make them my own, but I'll be damned if it doesn't work. Anybody want to guess who that is?

We start with air dances at the table. She looks disappointed. "Don't worry beautiful, the night is young. We're going to hang out for a while, and this is only the beginning. You're going to have a very good night." So I behold my new beauty naked, close up and personal for the first time. I shouldn't but I find myself comparing her to the DS. They're different but both are amazingly captivating in their own ways. Most of you would chose the new girl probably. She's extraordinarily hot.

After we hang out a while, we go back for dances. Very very hands on. She's good. I'm in lust. While she dances I slowly bring up the subject of sex. Nothing too heavy. Her turn ons. My turn ons. Best experiences. Most orgasms in one night. Good memories. My favorite is when I describe my fetish for dining at the Y. I tell her I stay down there as long as a woman likes. And do whatever she wants, however she wants it. I throw in a couple of true stories about giving the DS multiple orgasms by giving her kisses down low. It's all said in a somewhat kidding, but somewhat serious way. Nothing threatening. Just a guy with lots of money for her who likes to talk about sex.

After a series of lap dance packages, we return to my table on the floor. I had to work hard not to LDK with her, but I didn't. A girl like this should not be defiled in that way. The other two maybe, but not this one. I have much greater plans. The time has come. I tell her about my passion. I introduce her to the key to unlocking my wallet fully. It's the OTC pitch. There are two possible endings. One sends me to the door, unlikely to return. The other makes this my new regular club. The fact that I'm posting this tells you how it went. No date yet. I didn't push that hard. I couldn't cause she's so new at this. She envisioned herself as a dancer, not doing what I propose. Nevertheless, she says she might be open to it if I prove myself to be a generous and safe customer that she'd like to hang with. It could be a ploy to keep be coming back, or it could be true. Most likely she doesn't know at this point. She clearly was not expecting this.

On my next visit, it's more of the same. Im just building the case for why she should fuck me. My fav exchange which I will never forget is when she tells me that she fantasized about me loving her pussy while she pleasured herself that week. She explains how much she enjoyed the description of my fetish. She likes to give and receive oral sex. SS or not, I've got to have this girl.

Fast forward to the next visit. This will be the one where I pop the question. It's time for a decision. I've only wanted one dancer ever as much as I want this one. I've pushed hard, but she is still noncommittal. I sense with great disappointment that this might not work out. Says part of her wants to but now says she's afraid I'm a cop. So I ask if a cop would do this. Warning: serious PL move coming up that most of you will probably object to. Skip to the next paragraph if you prefer. I hand her a hundred dollar bill. As I do I explain one of the reasons why she should start dating me. I hand her another hundred dollar bill. Another reason why I'm the perfect date. Several hundred dollar bills later and I've exhausted my list of reasons. And she just made more money in the last five minutes than she's ever made in this club before.

By this point I'm seriously thinking she might be a DS. Her looks and personality clearly qualify. So now I've gotta figure out if the sex is DS level quality. I've given it my best shot, now it's up to her. "That money is your to keep beautiful. No matter what you decide, it's all yours. Now I can either keep handing you lots and lots of hundred dollar bills on a very regular basis, and taking great care of you like no other customer ever could, or I'm going to leave this club a very very disappointed man. You know how it works. You know what I want. Now, will you have a date with me?