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When bouncers step in

Titus23

Kansas

I mentioned last week about a dancer tripping and falling when she was coming over to meet me. Well, I went back to that club this week to spend some more time with her. She's a pre-law student at a prestigious local university. Sharp as a tack, and gorgeous to boot. We spent about 5 hours talking before we even thought about dances. We read eachother things we've written, shared pictures from facebook, etc. The connection felt natural. After a while, she told me she was afraid to ask if I wanted dances because she didn't want to ruin what we were having. I told her I felt similarly, but would enjoy the opportunity to have a bit of privacy with her.

We went to VIP for about an hour or so. While we were in there, she started by telling me she normally didn't allow touching above the shoulders. She's dancing and we're talking, and things are shifting away from current court cases and more towards the erotic. At one point, she turned and asked me how I would choke her. I explained a blood choke to her, and how her trachea would be unharmed. She replied simply with choke me. As she laid back across my chest, I wrapped my arm around her and started squeezing her throat. My hand had caught some of her hair, and I could feel it pulling tight.

As I squeezed, I was careful to release every now and then so she wouldn't black out. We kept dancing and eventually the hair pulling got more intense, as did the choking. At one point, she tilted her face to me, and I leaned in, our lips mere millimeters from contact. I felt a tap on my leg and looked up. The bouncer was there, standing over us, and he tapped his lips. Watch the mouth he said to me. I shook my head yah, sure pal, and pulled back a bit. After he walked away, the dancer asked me what happened. We both shared a laugh about how the guy was perfectly fine with me nearly choking her out, or pulling her hair, but was worried that my mouth might touch her.

After about half an hour, we moved from that area to another more private area. She put us in one of the corners and told me that the cameras couldn't see us there. We spent the rest of the night in there, not really dancing, but holding eachother and whispering about various things. Conversation slowly died down as we stared into eachother. She leaned into me, resting her forehead on mine, our noses brushing together as she leaned in. She brushed her hair forward to cover our faces, and hidden, we finally kissed.

Skipping forward a bit to the end of the night, she grabbed my phone and put her number into it, telling me to call her so we can get together. I asked her how many dances we had so I could pay her, and she laughed. No idea she said. Just give me whatever you want. I gave her what I had and we sat waiting on the club to close. We couldn't help but think back to the bouncer. I mean, seriously.. I'm choking the shit outta her, nearly yanking her hair out, but no.. He stops me for almost touching her with my lips. We both thought that was pretty funny.


So, TUSCLers, do you have any good stories about bouncers trying to step in, but completely missing the plot?