My own Fluffer

This afternoon I visited my favorite club and the dancer on stage was familiar to me, but I've never talked with her. She was a spinner who looked very attractive. As soon as she was off stage I asked her for a dance. During the 3 minute dance we negotiated a 1/2 hour Champagne Room with a $100 tip for a BBBJCIM. I also bought her 2 shots of tequila and she had my dick out and her clothes off 30 seconds after the waitress left the room. She gave a very serviceable BJ and I was as hard as steel, but I just couldn't finish. With time running out I assured her it wasn't her fault and zippered up. She gave me her number and hinted at OTC and we parted.
I went back to the stage and the next dancer up was a gal who I first met several months ago who is imho the hottest dancer I've seen in years. We had previously had some very good times in VIP but when I had texted her to get her schedule I got no response. I recently heard she was working but was still surprised (and pleased) to see her.
There's nothing especially outstanding about her, but the entire package is overwhelming. She's from South Africa and has a hint of an accent which sounds almost British. She is a wonderful dancer who moves are almost feline. She either has an all over tan or is mixed race, but she is captivating. Her face has high cheekbones and perfect teeth. Her eyes have a hint of green and her makeup, eye shadow, and hair are always meticulous. Her body is slim and her skin is flawless. Her breasts are very average in size with dark
I asked for a dance, which turned into 5 and my fantasy meter went past stop and I LDKed. Now maybe it was the "fluffier" who got me going, maybe it was the full moon, perhaps it was the beauty of the dancer and her light finger brushes on my most sensitive parts, the cheek to cheek snuggling, maybe when she bent over in front of me and wriggled her pussy lips at me and then gave me a mischievous grin. Whatever it was, I was happy to go home with sticky pants.