I'm sitting at the bar at my favorite club. A dancer who is not a CF (but I know her pretty well and get dances sometimes) walks over. I can tell from her body language that she's having a shit night. She sits on the stool next to mine and puts her head on my shoulder. She says nothing.
CMI: "So...?"
HER: "I just need a minute. This isn't a thing."
CMI: "Ummm..."
HER: "This really isn't... I just need a break."
After that, no talk, no hustle, just her sitting there. The bartender brings her a drink without being asked, but the dancer doesn't touch it. And that's how we stayed for 10, maybe 15 minutes.
Then she gets up and starts collecting her things from the bar.
CMI: "Should I--?"
HER: "Nope. I'm going home."
She gave me a quick hug and said "Thanks." and off she went.
Not the usual stripper story. I'm as cynical as the next guy about dancers, but everyone has crap days at work.


Ladies and gents please learn from ishmael's mistakes. This was a clear missed oppurtunity for OTC or even better a mercy fuck. She could me on your couch wearing your t shirt, eating haagen daaz, watching Neflix before round 2. Instead she prolly called up some ex boyfriend and is getting plowed as you wrote up that summary. SMH. i guess it was one for the books.