I'm a new PL looking for guidance from those older and more experienced than me. I've only been to two SC with three total visits. I travel all over the country in my career. I'm now in Phoenix and have paid two visits to a local SC that's convenient to where I'm living. The first visit was exactly what I hoped it would be but didn't expect to actually experience. Got a couple dances from one chick then headed to VIP where she spontaneously made with the head. About $120 with tip and I was on with my evening a lighter and happier man.
Second visit I was kind of hoping to run into the same dancer but didn't see her there. I may not have noticed if she was because my attention was taken early by a very attractive blonde. We chatted for a bit. She said she saw me there two weeks ago during my first visit and wanted to see me but I was gone after she left the stage and went to the dressing room. This girl must have a hell of a memory. Anyway, then she went on stage for her dances leaving her top behind to "claim me." I tipped a fiver during the stage dance and went back to my table after getting a face full of her perky B cups. She came back and we talked a little more. I tried to just play it cool like this is everyday for me but I'm not the most cunning linguist face to face and it's a little awkward for me sometimes. She asks why I didn't stay longer than about an hour and I avoid a clear answer which would have been " My stomach was covered in semen and it was soaking into my shirt." Instead I just say "I didn't have a lot of time and had some things to get to." Or some such bullshit.
Then she asks if I got a chance to see around the club to which I reply, "not much of it." So she gives me the low down on their VIP and private rooms. Those are the areas she prefers to give her dances as it's more private, yada yada. I was hesitant but agreed that I would go to the VIP without specifying anything really. We go back and she gives a nice high contact moderate friction dance for a song or two, making sure to know that I could, no, needed to put my hands on her. As she's straddling me she asks, "what do you like?" Like the PL pussy I am I froze. Kinda smiled and pretty much just said "I dunno" or something else equally fucking pathetic. The thing is, at this point in my journey, asking a stripper to whip out my dick and get to work would kind of kill my boner. Plus it terrifies me. I've got a lot to lose and am paranoid of a "gotcha bitch!" She goes on with ,"you don't strike me as a man that doesn't know what he wants." But I just keep on being a bitch. She looks a little disappointed but starts dancing again stroking me through my pants, simulating BJ, good stuff. Not what I wanted but still enjoyable. She gives me this kinda coy "are you ready to ask for it," look to which the the best I can summon is a nod, so she keeps dancing. After a minute she undoes my pants asking with her eyes if that's ok. To which I fucking nod. She grinds on me through my basically compression shorts. Plays with her pussy a little and generally acts as though she is enjoying it. Then she turns around with her ass to me grabs my hand and puts my fingers in basically. We she turns around and again gives me that questioning look to which I'm still too much of a pussy to rise up to. So she keeps dancing. I start to notice she's getting a little fatigued at which point I realize my dick isn't getting wet and that it's been fifteen fucking songs. She asks when I want to stop to which I say "now sounds good" and stand up redoing my pants. I ask her to go to the ATM with me so I can get the balance of the $300. I think she can sense my disappointment and asks if I'm ok. "Yes," I reply even though I'm not really. I give her a $50 for tip in hopes of making things easier next time. I'm still playing it cool. $350 isn't going to cause me a problem but I'm kind of disgusted with myself for not just asking for what I want or knowing how to play the game. And knowing that I could have gotten way more for way less. I didn't exactly throw the money away. I know some guys would have been happy with what I got but not me. Before I leave she asks again if I'm ok and I say of course. But I'm beating myself up inside. Am I really a PL? How did I let it go down like this.
Sage Ones. If you're reading this, dissect it, analyze it, tell me where I went wrong. Where I did right. What you think she was thinking. And most importantly how to not let that shit happen again. Make me a man.

