First OTC with new favorite

I first met this stripper about a year ago. Classic latina look with long black hair, tan complexion, sparkling dark eyes, thick lips, huge fake boobs and big round butt. My previous favorite was actually friends with her, so I talked to her once in a three-way conversations. When my previous favorite at that club retired last fall, I had my eye on this new one as the replacement. I hit the club a couple of times on off-peak weeknights and she wasn't there (nor was anything else I found suitable). But I most recently visited on a Saturday night with the intent of making my 'draft pick.'

She performed well at the combine. When I invited her over, she remembered me from last year. She sat in my lap (always a good sign) and shared some lighthearted conversation. We fucked in the VIP room and she gave great service and really took her time. The 30 minute VIP was actually a full 30 minutes. So my choice for the draft was easy to make. I told her I wanted to take her out to a real dance club and she responded enthusiastically and gave her number.

During the setup she was more cold and gave super short responses to my text messages. So I half expected her to flake. I pulled into the driveway at the address she gave me, and the house was completely dark. I sent her a message that I was there and received no response. Then I noticed that she was standing at the house across the street, waving to me and trying to get my attention. My bad.

We ate at a fine-dining restaurant. I relish the experience of eating a delicious three course meal in an intimate atmosphere with a beautiful, busty woman across the table. That is the life I want to lead. Away from the loud music and hustle of the club, we could dive into a real conversation. She seemed self-conscious about her English ability, but there really wasn't much of a language barrier. She had that energetic and very feminine personality type that many latinas seem to have. The conversation never felt stagnant, and she didn't durdle around on her phone at all. In fact, she asked me if I minded before she took her phone out to briefly check it once. As we left the restaurant, I could tell one of the waiters was majorly envious when he saw her walking across the room.

After that, we headed to a club (which turned out to be a bit dinky) and danced and drank until closing time. Too loud for conversation, and it didn't matter. She pulled some sexy dance moves on me, squishing her boobs into my body or grinding up close against me. Again, that's the life for me.

We closed it out in my hotel room. We drank from a bottle I had bought earlier and danced in the room to music she played on her phone before moving on to the bed. She initiated round 2 after she woke up and noticed my morning boner. As a bonus, the next day, she sent me a few pictures of herself in sexy underwear.

She's well on her way to be being an all-star.