And I Thought I Was A PL

This should be an article, but since the article feature is “currently unavailable,” I thought I would post this here. It is not appropriate for a report and there are details I will not reveal for obvious reasons. I happen to be driving across the country, so this might have been anywhere USA. “I am a squirter,” she declared and that sold me. She had been rubbing up on me for a good five minutes trying to sell me on a VIP session. A cute blond with a little extra weight, nice DDD bolt-ons, and one heck of a playful attitude. She mentioned that she recognized me from about a year back. I tried to act coy, but she was aggressive and probably sensed my weakness. Earlier I had seen her with a short (5.4 maybe), young, bald guy. (Because of the light, I am not sure why he is bald.) They had gone to the VIP for about 15 minutes. She had gained about 14 pounds since I had seen her last, and I remembered her as a bit of a shark (no pun intended), so she wasn’t my first choice. However, it was about 8:00 and the club was slow. About eight PLs and seven girls, not including the veteran training a new girl on the pole, which was fun to watch and about the only stage action going. The PLs were not paying any attention to the girls. Locals I suspect. And were clustered together at three tables. The girls sat at the bar, chatting away. Nobody bothered me much until she left her bald companion and made a beeline for me. We went to the VIP and she immediately went to work. It is a topless club, but she stripped down and allowed full access. After a few minutes she went into her purse. When I was with her before, she gave me a BBBJ for $100 in a less private area. I was kinda hoping and kinda dreading she was reaching for a condom. (I had just finished driving 600 miles, was burned out, and not looking for extras.) Sitting RCG, she hands me a tiny vibrator and directs my hand to her clit. She goes nuts. If it were any other situation, I would have thought she might be faking, but she soaked my pants. She kept saying she was sorry, but the only other true squirter that I knew was a dancer that I saw for over two years OTC and one of the best times in bed (and around the room) I had ever had. Now my interest is for potential OTC with this girl. We set the vibrator aside and I used my hand to play with her clit and get her off twice more. My pants were drenched. This went on for 45 minutes; playing with her body parts and her soaking the environment. “Where did you learn to do that!?” she asked. I thought she was playing me with that statement. Don’t all guys know the sensitive parts of a woman’s anatomy and enjoy diddling with them? She seemed to be genuinely impressed with my technique. “Well I had a few girlfriends at an early age and we learned together. One of them worked for a women’s clinic and another made sex her hobby. They were both happy to teach me how to satisfy them. I was a good student.” The bouncer called time. She gave me her phone number and we talked about OTC. She said she would give me free dances in exchange for teaching her a sport in which I am an expert. (An outdoor sport.) We parted to get cleaned up. The young, bald guy approached me and struck up a conversation. He said he came with an Asian girl he met online and she worked in the club, but she disappeared. We chatted for a bit. He met this Asian girl online and they dated a few times. Both of them live in the same town, about 90 miles for the club. He said she invited him to go to the club with her and was apprehensive about dating a stripper. (Yeah, that was my reaction too.) I told him that these girls are just fantasy. Getting involved personally is nuts. He said it was the first time he had been in a club, any club. He lamented that it was very expensive ($150/15m VIP). I know the clubs in his town and made some suggestions. (I know several dancers from the same town. They come here because it is profitable, the management is cool, and they can maintain a distance from family and friends.) Seemed to be a nice guy, but I kept wondered if he was BSing me and if so, why? We stood together, scanning the club for his girl. “There she is,” he declared! Coming right at us was the blond he and I had been with. No way she could be mistaken for being Asian. I had to wonder if I was being baited or if this guy was really that dense. The guy is in his mid-20s and I am over 60, but athletic, taller, and outweigh him by 70 pounds. What kind of scam could he be running on me? I watch my drinks carefully and never drink to excess. I am puzzled. I have never met someone so puppy dog pathetic. Most girls would avoid getting between two clients, but she walks up and declares, “My two favorite men!” Then she proceeds to tell us how happy she is that it is not yet 10:00 and she has already made $500. Doing the math, somewhere in there she had a few others that kicked out $400. (This club takes half of the VIP fees, so she generated $1,000, $600 or more of it from the two of us.) She looks at me and says, “You need to teach him how to do what you do to me.” I was a little taken aback. She then bends over and briefly places herself in spit roast position. Mind you, this is on the floor of the club. There wasn’t anyone in the immediate vicinity, but that was BOLD. Then she bounces between rubbing on him and rubbing on me. I hope he was paying attention and that the big head told him that old saw, “She is not your girl. It is just your turn.” After that I had to bail (as that blond had taken my entire bank), still feeling her cool dampness on my pants. I had fallen in lust with dancers more often than I like to admit, but when I walked out of the club, acknowledged that it was fantasy. He wasn’t an ugly guy. Short, but looked to have his weight in proportion. Dressed, not in a suit, but like he has a white-collar job. To review and if my observations are correct, I spent three times the money he did on the blond. OTC was on the table for me and he had already taken her OTC, but didn’t know it and apparently money for sex wasn’t involved…yet. In my life, I have formally dated one stripper, and she was retired when we were seeing each other. Also, I was 23 and she was 27, with a masters degree in art, paid for by dancing. She had a boyfriend who was on a world cruise and she was having sex with me for fun; no money involved. She moved out-of-state and the boyfriend came back. She wrote me a few times, but I lost track of her. I was in lust, but still not this pathetic…I hope. The question is, does this guy define the term Pathetic Loser and I am an Average Joe, or is he in a category by himself?