Not really erotic but thought that I would share it anyway. Sunday night I was in my favorite club. There were only 3 of my favorites there but it was enough to keep me happy. Then these two georgeous girls come over and sat down. One on each side of me. I had seen them standing at the bar but did not recognize them. They were dressed to kill. Like they had just come from a wedding or something. When I saw them up close, I did recognize them as my favorite sister strippers. The younger one (24) is petite and good enough to eat. The other one is a few years older and is 5'11". We sat there and talked. I gave each of them a Valentines day bottle of perfume. That got me kisses from both and an "I love you from the younger one". Yes, I felt special. And I am sure that there were a lot of jealous onlookers.
In all I gave out 24 bottles (samples) of perfume to about 20 dancers plus the Champagne Room Hostess, who used to be my favorite bar tender, and my favorite server. I got hugs and kisses and thanks from all of them.
Over 3 days I gave out 2 bags of candy. Tried a new one. Tootsie Pops and found that the girls liked them as much or more than chocolate. One of my favorites remarked that sucking on them was kind of erotic. I said "I'm bringing bananas next month".
The 6 internet pictures that I brought to share were hits.
So what did I get? All of my dances for the 3 days were 2 for $20. All high mileage. Of the 20 or so dancers all gave me at least a little hand contact with the kitty. Half let me under the thong. 3 were new to me and I got to follow up on them. More time and money gets you more goodies. Had one new dancer turn me down for a 2 for $20. Said that she couldn't do that. She came in on the day shift on Monday and found out that I was not lying about all of my favorites giving me 2 for $20. I was a busy boy. She left early.
Lastly, on Sunday, I came into the club at 4:00 P.M. Opening time. I had to leave at 6:00. Get this Yoda. The one and only Brazilian I have ever met in a strip club, got my off on the 3rd song. So it cost me $40. Only thing is, I can't understand a fucking word she says.
Bad news: The turkey cooker turned out to be a liar. She was pregnant and because she was so petite, she showed it early and the club managment wouldn't let her dance anymore. I don't know where she is or how she is maintaing but I guess I got lucky and got out of the relationship quickley.
Whats next? Can't wait for next month. I'll be celebrating my 40th annivarsy with my employer.