Life is strange.....
skibum609
Massachusetts
As I approach the end of my PL career I have focused on what I describe as the "unattainable" dancers and by that I mean the ones that are always busy; always doing rooms; never or seldom on the stage etc. They are routinely the hottest dancers and always appear to have the clientele that spends serious, serious cash, which leaves me out for the most part. A couple of weeks ago I finally got to do a room with one of them, after literally 3 years of useless tipping at the stage. Great room because she is amazing looking; provided a seriously good time without us negotiating or even mentioning anything beyond full contact lap and best of all; I have seen very few women lifetime cum as quickly from oral as she did. Yes I did her first and yes she reciprocated. Of course I was wondering what the next time would be and this week I found out: weird. Greeted me warmly and sat for a few cuddly drinks. I offered a massage, she accepted, but in a twist sat facing me and leaned in. I do a good massage and in return I get neck kisses and cuddles. She wants to go outside to smoke a cigarette so I go to my car and get my weed and we sit there and smoke. I am looking forward to a room and with so few customers I know I am all set: wrong. I suggest a room and she counters with lets just sit and chat. Huh? Then I get it ... she has another customer ... and I can accept that: except no she does not. We converse and it turns out she has a reason I find befuddling: Last time was "too real". Huh? Having it be "real" means it was great; means it was just like real life; its why I love clubbing I say. Her take: It was real; this is my job; I don't want to have feelings for any customer; and I don't like the idea that a customer I don't know at all can make me relax; orgasm and want to do it again. I need to step back and decide whether or not I want to step outside my comfort zone and break a rule I said I never would. In a lame last attempt I tell her I never ask for OTC, even though it felt real, this is still your job and I am still nothing more than a customer. Her response? If all that were true we'd be doing a room now and I am not taking a chance on actually liking a customer. A kiss, a hug and just me and my hard on sitting at the bar. Mind boggling that dancer would turn down a 30 minute room and tip, but with two stages and 25 other dancers life went on........
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In other words, she faked a quick orgasm to get it over with and collect your cash.
When will you learn to write in paragraphs, @SkiBum?
It’s her loss. It sounds like you had lots of other dancers to try. Hopefully you enjoyed the rest of your night.
I don't know. Maybe come across a little more selfish or less likeable? Maybe a little more self-deprecation when you're with her. You could say something like i'm old enough to be your grandfather. You couldn't realistically like me. You might just be confusing sexual gratification with infatuation. Okay, i won't do anything to you to get you off. Heck, we could just do lap dances, even just one or two and go from there or whatever you're comfortable with. I'll let you do whatever you want as long as we can do something together. Just thinking aloud here. But it makes no sense at all that a stripper would refuse easy money from a relatively pleasant customer rather than trying to extract money from a difficult asshole, but she probably doesn't have a hard time extracting money from anyone and can largely pick her customers...
Lol!
LOL - if dancers were honest then strip-clubs would be mostly empty/void of customers
Two days later she wrote back saying for $2000 I could spend 24 hours at her apartment and she would be my sex slave. We further negotiated and I had my way with her several times but every time cost me handsomely. She's no longer dancing and on one of my last visits, she told me that she'd like an Apple Mac Pro that was list priced about $2100. I declined, but the next week there was her new MAC on the table. Obviously I was not the only "customer".