The R.O.B.
skibum609
Massachusetts
She came over, sat down suggested a dance, but then said let's have a drink first and get to know each other, with a seductive rub on my leg.
Of course, this was the highlight of my time with her. She excused herself and went over to hug a customer who had just walked in. I have seen them together before, but with a small list of dancers I decided to just stay with the one I had. She comes back, now all business and says lets go do our dance. So much for getting to know each other and I am now 100% certain I am in for a shitty experience. Ordinarily at this point I bail and say no thanks, go back to your customer, but part of me is saying "you need this to be a shitty, lousy experience, because you need a clue".
Downstairs we go. Pay the man, go in the room and now she has to use the ladies room. I will tell the bouncer to add time to the clock. I sit there vaping some weed thinking, just get up and leave, the money is gone anyway. This makes me laugh and by the time I stop she is back and starts her grind. Rubs the boobs on my face, rubs nipples across my mouth, so I pop one in and she says: "you're going to tip me right"? I look at her and simply say nope I won't do it again. Good dance but soon she says thank you for the dance.
I picked up my phone, looked her in the eye and said you've been back 7 minutes. She says so sorry, sit back down and we'll start again. I have an epiphany and simply say: "no thanks this was not fun in the least", pick up my stuff and walk out. The bouncer sees me and says dude, os everything ok? Anything you need? Anything I can do? I say no worries, I would rather just have a drink alone than spend more time down here and I go upstairs.
I finished my beer. I watched the dancer go through the same script with her regular, word for word to get him to order her a drink. I wonder why I went through with something I knew would suck with a ROB who isn't even my type. It then dawned on me: This isn't fun any longer. I do it for the same reason I stayed in my last job too long, my last relationship before I met my wife too long, living in my car for too long. Inertia is what my life consists of, right up until the point where I am done. It was that way with Tennis, my girlfriend in law school and my last job. I just stayed too long because inertia is my God. Bet $140.00 I have spent in my life I think. I wish you all well. Long lives, good health and much happiness for all you mutha fucking PLs lol.
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Generally, dancers that walk up and beg for drinks are ROB’s. I’ll buy a drink when I feel like it - on my terms - not because YOU asked me to. I had one tell me not long ago that she “didn’t get paid for showing up but gets paid by tips” as if I didn’t know that. This was her way to justify begging for drinks. I told her I wasn’t paid at all for being there, but that it costs me money - which abruptly ended the conversation.
Too many guys let these chicks dictate to them how they should spend their money. Cannot let that happen - beautiful women come a dime a dozen. We cannot fool ourselves into letting them get over on us. I get that some guys are cucks that get off on that whole “financial domination” kink - so if that’s your thing and you have the means to do it then I guess have at it.
How's the knee?
Never had an epiphany with a nipple in my mouth.
Good luck with the knee and the golf game.
Obviously I've slacked off here but will probably still come around every once in awhile, hope you do too.
I’ve turned some pages in my day, but I’m still a few years away from PL retirement.
Proof you need to take one at their word. Guess the word “last” visit only means until you forget what you say? Lmfao!!