Human Nature Is Not All Bad
njscfan
The posts below about SC rules frequently centered around fears about being robbed or otherwise taken advantage of (e.g., don't bring your credit cards). All good cautionary notes, to be sure. But sometimes it is good to remember that human nature does not completely suck, and there is some goodness in the world.
At the club I frequent most often, there is a dancer I regularly see for sex. We have a pretty simple arrangement. When she is working, I go pick her up near the end of her shift. We drive to a nearby hotel, have sex, and then I take her home. It works pretty smoothly and fits both of our schedules nicely.
The one problem is that I arrive a little before the end of her shift, and so find myself sitting there 30 minutes or so waiting for it to end, and then waiting for her to get dressed. Because I am wearing a suit from work (so I look like I'm good for $20), the other dancers are always on me for a dance. I'm too polite to tell them to fuck off, so I have to endure this 30 minutes or so every time I come to pick her up (not to mention the dollar parade).
So I was at the bar and took out my handheld device to do some emails, and as a consequence I had it out on the bar. One of the girls comes up and starts chatting me up, and keeps persisting for a dance. Finally I figure what the hell and go back to the LD room. While we are there (not a spectacular dance to put it mildly) my "date" comes in to tell me she's ready to roll and will meet me outside. I end the dance but only then realize I left my handheld sitting there on the bar.
I go to the bar and the handheld is gone. This has great potential for disaster. Aside from someone using it to run up my phone bill, they would have instant access to all my personal information. Plus it would be pretty difficult to explain to my wife how I "lost" my phone in a strip club.
Ah, but lo and behold, no worries. My ATF saw I had left my handheld on the bar, and took it just so no one would steal it. She's waiting for me outside with the phone in her hand and a big grin, for what a forgetful idiot I am.
And then we had a nice fuck. See the world is not all bad.
At the club I frequent most often, there is a dancer I regularly see for sex. We have a pretty simple arrangement. When she is working, I go pick her up near the end of her shift. We drive to a nearby hotel, have sex, and then I take her home. It works pretty smoothly and fits both of our schedules nicely.
The one problem is that I arrive a little before the end of her shift, and so find myself sitting there 30 minutes or so waiting for it to end, and then waiting for her to get dressed. Because I am wearing a suit from work (so I look like I'm good for $20), the other dancers are always on me for a dance. I'm too polite to tell them to fuck off, so I have to endure this 30 minutes or so every time I come to pick her up (not to mention the dollar parade).
So I was at the bar and took out my handheld device to do some emails, and as a consequence I had it out on the bar. One of the girls comes up and starts chatting me up, and keeps persisting for a dance. Finally I figure what the hell and go back to the LD room. While we are there (not a spectacular dance to put it mildly) my "date" comes in to tell me she's ready to roll and will meet me outside. I end the dance but only then realize I left my handheld sitting there on the bar.
I go to the bar and the handheld is gone. This has great potential for disaster. Aside from someone using it to run up my phone bill, they would have instant access to all my personal information. Plus it would be pretty difficult to explain to my wife how I "lost" my phone in a strip club.
Ah, but lo and behold, no worries. My ATF saw I had left my handheld on the bar, and took it just so no one would steal it. She's waiting for me outside with the phone in her hand and a big grin, for what a forgetful idiot I am.
And then we had a nice fuck. See the world is not all bad.
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Oh, this was supposed to be a story about human nature being NOT bad. Hmm.
So I look around the floor where I was sitting. No keys. Panic? Nope, just walked up to a bouncer and asked if they'd seen my keys. They were behind the bar and he had himself a reasonable tip. Unlike FONDL I'll visit a dive or two if it promises a little fun, but Players Club is on the level.