LDQ Stain Etiquette

I’m guessing you married guys don’t like this, and you lucky FS guys don’t care, but I love seeing my pants the morning after a SC visit covered in dried up stripper juices (the juices are dried up, not the stripper). My CF was grinding me the other night, and all the sudden she goes silent, then she gives me the heavy breathing, along with a “holly shit, I just came from rubbing on your cock” We were back there a while, (I dropped a lot of money...don’t judge me!) but she tells me the next time it was about to happen, she says “hold on, I’m about to cum again.” Then as we’re wrapping up for the night, I’m doing the end of the night sweet talk, saying something along the lines of, her having fun at least twice, and she says with a smile, “actually, it was 3 times.”

I’m walking out of the club as the lights are coming on and a few different hosts looking right at my crotch, and I’m like, fuck, did I leave my zipper down? Next morning, 3 distinct, dry, creamy, smeared, grindage areas on my crotch. I can assure you, none of it was mine. Even though she’s doing somewhere between 99 and 100% of the work, it still feels like a badge of honor the next morning.

I’ve found stains before, and a sometimes had that concern that the girl was just grinding her loser boyfriend, or previous customers cum onto my lap, but last Friday I was her only customer all night, and we were txting a good part of the day, she stuck at an appointment with her kid most of the day, so unless someone dumped a load in her at 8am and she grinded it onto me at 11pm, this was all her.

Surely there’s another perv on here that loves the snail trail as much as I do, right?


And just to troll my own discussion, at this point, I should assume she's in love with me and not my money, right? Should I just propose to her next time she's on stage or maybe have the DJ give me the mic and sing "I'm in love with a stripper" so the whole club knows what true love looks like. I assume nothing could go wrong there. I mean, after all, I'm different from the rest of you losers, I'm at least boyfriend material, and only I can help her escape this torturous life she's living. Seriously, what's the etiquette here?