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When I started clubbing I always wondered if the activities up front were really a gateway to more intimate activities reserved for those in the know, perhaps in some secret back room available only to trusted regulars or those with a secret password, and if so, how I could find it. As I continued clubbing, I concluded that that was wishful thinking, that the best strip clubs were all about grinding LDs with lots of two-way contact, no more no less, and that was good enough for me (actually legal, safe, and still erotically satisfying). And besides, LDs were held too out in the open, how would you ever get away with extras anyway? One day in my explorations a few years back I decided to give a certain club one last chance. I had visited it once before back when I was a spectator, and the dancers on stage seemed lame then, but I had never given them a fair chance with a LD. I figured I might as well go in once, have another lame experience, and thereafter forget about this club. It was a Tuesday around 5 pm (yes, I'm one of those older guys who makes it in during the day shift), and I dashed through a sudden spring downpour to make it through the door, so I came in a little wet and dazed. A short fully-curved black dancer from the bar sidled up to me as soon as I walked by. She wore a tiny string top, and the merest whisper of a string thong on the bottom, which seemed to droop loosely about her amply curved hips. She introduced herself, escorted me to a small round table by the stage, and sat down to keep me company. I had the waitress bring me a drink, and paid my usual tip. The chairs here have large padded arms that hide anything below the waist. Well, before you know it, this dancer is groping and stroking me under the table, and you can be sure that got my attention. I figured as long as she was fondling me she wouldn't mind some touching in return, so I played my hand along her thigh and under the string thong along her hip. She asked if I was married. I said, "No -- maybe I should marry you." She laughed. She asked if I had ever "come" during a dance. Indeed, while fully clothed, I had had some happy endings during a dance, so I said, "Yes" -- I did not know then that she was speaking in code. I asked her about dances -- $25 each, or 2 for $40. We chatted and flirted further while other dancers danced on stage, then she asked, "Wanna play?" I was ready. She took me to the LD area. This was a row of 3-walled booths with dark couches facing the stage, and another 4-5' high wall blocking the view to and from the rest of club, so even with a fully open front, once you got seated it was pretty private. To lock it in before we got started, I told her I wanted the two for $40 deal. She said, "Honey, if you want to come it will cost more than that." Well, I had never gotten this far before and didn't know what else to say but, "How much?" "$80" she said (that was the total including the dances). I did a quick mental accounting of the cash I brought in, and said, "OK". By now I figured I was in for some sort of extra, maybe up to oral at that low price, the only questions were, would it be covered or uncovered, and how would we pull it off here? I sat down, she removed her top and motioned for me to unzip and pull it out. What a sensation, my bare dick hanging out in the open in a SC! She quickly scooped it into her luscious mouth. Aha, a BBBJ! She withdrew it almost as quickly, ripped open a condom, and slipped it over me with great dispatch. OK, I figured, that was prelude, now comes the CBJ. Instead, she stood up, straddled over my lap, and pushed aside that tiny loose-fitting thong of hers. I saw what was coming, and was afraid of exploding as soon as she touched me, so I asked her to slow down. She paid me no heed, and unceremoniously slipped herself right over my stiff member. I was totally stunned, and exploded immediately -- she continued rocking and swaying through the music, rubbing, kissing, and nibbling my chest, with me deep inside her warm wetness. At that point, since I still had my pants fully on, and she still had her thong on, to anybody walking by it would just look like any two people engaged in a sultry grinding LD. With my two songs done, she just as deftly got up and removed the evidence. I got out the money, plus a few more bills -- it was definitely worth more than the $40 extra that she charged me! That was enough for me, so after that I said goodbye and, still stunned, stumbled out into the searing daylight. This all took about 15 minutes from entering the club to getting laid, and other than coming into the club, I never even did anything to make it happen; in fact I came in expecting nothing and the dancer did all the work. I never even exactly said "Yes" -- I simply never said "No".

Once at a Deja Vu in Indiana when I paid at the end of two dances for $20 each I mistakenly paid $30 (thinking $15 each) instead of $40. The girl took the money without question and went back to the dressing room. Later as I sat with another dancer I realized my error, and had her call the first dancer back out so I could pay her the other $10. I just like being fair & honest. The first girl seemed a bit miffed as I apologized and paid her what I owed, even though she didn't have any problem when I made the mistake in the first place.