Lesbian Combo Pack, Or Happiness Is A Warm Gun, Part II
doctorevil
Evil Lair
This may not qualify as a “fabled freebie,” but heavily discounted services from a lesbian duo is pretty close in my book.
I had just finished a VIP session and was relaxing at the bar enjoying a post work out libation when two dancers appeared next to me seemingly out of nowhere. I am always wary when approached by two girls as the “tag team” is often a ROB technique. Both of these girls looked Latina, which also made me a bit wary as the Cuban invasion is in full force at this club. I don’t really have anything against Cuban’s, but have found that communication is often difficult with them, and they sometimes have an overly businesslike approach to providing their services.
It turns out these girls were Latinas, but were not Cuban—they were U.S. born and spoke perfect English. Girl No. 1 introduced me to Girl No. 2 as her girlfriend. I have heard this before. It’s part of the tag team ROB approach that plays into the typical customer’s lesbian fantasy. However, as I was soon to find out, these girls were no ROBs, and the lesbian thing was no fantasy.
They told me the lived together, always worked together as a team, and said they always decided together what guy to approach. They told me they had been watching me from across the bar and decided to come over. I wasn’t sure whether I should feel creeped out about that, flattered, or insulted because they obviously thought I had the look of a particularly gullible customer.
I took the comment in the spirit it was intended (stripper shit), and chatted pleasantly with the girls for a few minutes. They had a very low to no hustle approach, but of course eventually the talk turned to dances, and this is where the girls proved their bona fides. Girl No. 1 said they would like to dance for me, but since they always did everything together, they would both like to dance for me for the price of one. To tell the truth, I am not really fond of two girl dances, but in all my years of going to strip clubs, I had never gotten an offer like this before, so I said sure.
The dances were nice, and included not only much groping of me, but much groping between the two of them, with me sandwiched in, and DFKing (between the two of them). We continued to chat while they were dancing, and they made clear that while they were committed to each other, they also liked dick, as long as they were both involved, and liked to make a little money in the process. Hmm. This was getting really interesting.
After a few more minutes of discussion, we made arrangements for them to meet me at my hotel. Like the dances, the price was in the range of what I would normally pay for one girl. It seemed the money was almost secondary to them. They were getting off soon, and said they would text me when they left. They had asked for some additional refreshments, so I stopped by a liquor store and then went to the hotel. About a half-hour later, I got to the hotel, but hadn’t received a text. What was going on? Was I being stood up? I went to the room, put the refreshments in the mini-refrigerator, and went back down to the lobby.
I sat in the lobby drinking a beer while checking my texts. Nothing. After fifteen minutes, I was about to give up and go up to my room, when I saw a curvy, raven haired Latina dressed like a slut enter the lobby. It was Girl No. 2. “Dr. Evil, where have you been!” she exclaimed. They had been waiting out in the parking lot in their car the whole time I had been sitting in the lobby. They had made a mistake on one of the digits when they input my phone number and had been trying to text me. Girl No. 1 was convinced I had blown them off and given them a fake phone number and was ready to leave, but, luckily, Girl No. 2 decided to check the lobby before they did so.
Girl No. 2 retrieved Girl No. 1 from their car, and we went up to my room. They proved the truth of everything they said about being lesbians but also liking dick. How many different combinations are there of three mouths, two pussies, and one dick? We figured it out, and they did so with enthusiasm.
After about an hour we took a break and chatted for a bit. They said they were happy things had worked out, and were glad that I turned out to be a straight up guy and not a serial killer with a gun. Funny they should mention that, since I had a gun tucked away in my bag on the couch next to the bed. I have had several girls mention concerns about serial killers in the past (usually in a kind of, but not quite, joking way), and I can understand why it might be a perceived issue in their line of work, but have never had one specifically mention a gun before.
I reached into my bag, pulled out my gun, and asked, “You mean something like this?” I suppose by now I had built some rapport and trust (just like a real serial killer would have), so they weren’t concerned. Their eyes actually kind of lit up at the sight of the gun. They said they had never seen a real gun before and asked if they could hold it. I dropped the magazine, checked the chamber to be sure it was empty, showed them how to confirm for themselves the chamber was empty, and handed it to them.
They seemed to be turned on by the gun, feeling it with their hands, rubbing it against their bodies, one them kissed the barrel (which I advised against ever doing again), then rubbed it against her pussy. Is pussy juice corrosive? There was a recent post here about pussy juice being acidic. Anyway, the firearm survived with no ill effect. When they started DFKing each other while holding the pistol, I gently removed the gun from their hands, put it back in my bag, and joined in on the fun for round two.
Actually, since I got two girls for the price of one, maybe one could be counted as a freebie.
I had just finished a VIP session and was relaxing at the bar enjoying a post work out libation when two dancers appeared next to me seemingly out of nowhere. I am always wary when approached by two girls as the “tag team” is often a ROB technique. Both of these girls looked Latina, which also made me a bit wary as the Cuban invasion is in full force at this club. I don’t really have anything against Cuban’s, but have found that communication is often difficult with them, and they sometimes have an overly businesslike approach to providing their services.
It turns out these girls were Latinas, but were not Cuban—they were U.S. born and spoke perfect English. Girl No. 1 introduced me to Girl No. 2 as her girlfriend. I have heard this before. It’s part of the tag team ROB approach that plays into the typical customer’s lesbian fantasy. However, as I was soon to find out, these girls were no ROBs, and the lesbian thing was no fantasy.
They told me the lived together, always worked together as a team, and said they always decided together what guy to approach. They told me they had been watching me from across the bar and decided to come over. I wasn’t sure whether I should feel creeped out about that, flattered, or insulted because they obviously thought I had the look of a particularly gullible customer.
I took the comment in the spirit it was intended (stripper shit), and chatted pleasantly with the girls for a few minutes. They had a very low to no hustle approach, but of course eventually the talk turned to dances, and this is where the girls proved their bona fides. Girl No. 1 said they would like to dance for me, but since they always did everything together, they would both like to dance for me for the price of one. To tell the truth, I am not really fond of two girl dances, but in all my years of going to strip clubs, I had never gotten an offer like this before, so I said sure.
The dances were nice, and included not only much groping of me, but much groping between the two of them, with me sandwiched in, and DFKing (between the two of them). We continued to chat while they were dancing, and they made clear that while they were committed to each other, they also liked dick, as long as they were both involved, and liked to make a little money in the process. Hmm. This was getting really interesting.
After a few more minutes of discussion, we made arrangements for them to meet me at my hotel. Like the dances, the price was in the range of what I would normally pay for one girl. It seemed the money was almost secondary to them. They were getting off soon, and said they would text me when they left. They had asked for some additional refreshments, so I stopped by a liquor store and then went to the hotel. About a half-hour later, I got to the hotel, but hadn’t received a text. What was going on? Was I being stood up? I went to the room, put the refreshments in the mini-refrigerator, and went back down to the lobby.
I sat in the lobby drinking a beer while checking my texts. Nothing. After fifteen minutes, I was about to give up and go up to my room, when I saw a curvy, raven haired Latina dressed like a slut enter the lobby. It was Girl No. 2. “Dr. Evil, where have you been!” she exclaimed. They had been waiting out in the parking lot in their car the whole time I had been sitting in the lobby. They had made a mistake on one of the digits when they input my phone number and had been trying to text me. Girl No. 1 was convinced I had blown them off and given them a fake phone number and was ready to leave, but, luckily, Girl No. 2 decided to check the lobby before they did so.
Girl No. 2 retrieved Girl No. 1 from their car, and we went up to my room. They proved the truth of everything they said about being lesbians but also liking dick. How many different combinations are there of three mouths, two pussies, and one dick? We figured it out, and they did so with enthusiasm.
After about an hour we took a break and chatted for a bit. They said they were happy things had worked out, and were glad that I turned out to be a straight up guy and not a serial killer with a gun. Funny they should mention that, since I had a gun tucked away in my bag on the couch next to the bed. I have had several girls mention concerns about serial killers in the past (usually in a kind of, but not quite, joking way), and I can understand why it might be a perceived issue in their line of work, but have never had one specifically mention a gun before.
I reached into my bag, pulled out my gun, and asked, “You mean something like this?” I suppose by now I had built some rapport and trust (just like a real serial killer would have), so they weren’t concerned. Their eyes actually kind of lit up at the sight of the gun. They said they had never seen a real gun before and asked if they could hold it. I dropped the magazine, checked the chamber to be sure it was empty, showed them how to confirm for themselves the chamber was empty, and handed it to them.
They seemed to be turned on by the gun, feeling it with their hands, rubbing it against their bodies, one them kissed the barrel (which I advised against ever doing again), then rubbed it against her pussy. Is pussy juice corrosive? There was a recent post here about pussy juice being acidic. Anyway, the firearm survived with no ill effect. When they started DFKing each other while holding the pistol, I gently removed the gun from their hands, put it back in my bag, and joined in on the fun for round two.
Actually, since I got two girls for the price of one, maybe one could be counted as a freebie.
4 comments
I would consider this a Holy Grail (fabled freebie) experience.
During my mongering adventures I avoid threesomes because I hate to pay twice the price for half the fun but your experience is paying half the price for twice the fun (because they were into each other).
Congratulations on the great experience.
I had been doing Crystal OTC for awhile. I did not have her phone number but if we were both in the club at the same time, we would wind up back at my hotel. So we hook up. She shows up at my hotel but with her girl friend. They were car pooling it from Nashville. I fixed drinks. After a while the friend asked "do you want me to go wait in the car?" Crystal said "NO. I want you to join us". meanwhile she whispered in my ear that this was not gonna cost extra. That she would split our normal $150 with her friend.
I don't think that they were lesbos but they did do a little girl on girl action for my viewing pleasure. So I had an hour + worth of fun with one sorta being a freebie. Shortly after that the club got shut down and I never saw Crystal again.