Had a very nice session with my CF today. She always wants to leave me with a smile on my face, and usually succeeds.
She always waits for the next song before starting, a small touch I appreciate. Yet she was on my lap kissing me before the dances officially started.
I'm pathetic because I've convinced myself she likes me more than the other dozen guys she dances for a shift, that she does things for me she doesn't normally do. Maybe she does things that other guys have to pay 5x as much to get? But I can't be the only guy she's high mileage with.
I pay her to do things with me that in college I would have called a mildly disappointing date, getting mostly naked, groping and dry humping me.
She takes care of me in a way most strippers won't for a price I'm willing to pay, and that's why she's my fave. Still, it's like I need a certain level of lie to enjoy our interactions, a level of dishonesty I find slightly pathetic in others.
I'm gonna have another beer.


Are these San Diego clubs? I assume that's why you can't find anything better ITC?
Why don't you just head down to Tijuana?