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The dancer asked me a question I'd heard so often. Just yes or no. Yet it got me going each time. So much promise. Just five words plus a question mark. Every time I'd hear it, my dick got harder and bigger.

"Do you want a condom?"

Do I want a condom? This was a dancer who had already agreed…

You would think a handjob would be easy. And for pros who rely on handjobs for a significant portion of their income, you would expect expertise. And yet there is so much mediocrity.

Just this week, for instance. A slim, young attractive dancer settled into the stool next to mine and suggested we share a drink. Her hand was in…

Something has been missing from the strip club fantasy. It may have been missing forever. It's not something you can see. It's something you can't hear.

Dirty talk. In a world dedicated to our sexual imagination, to the illusion that she is preferred at that moment to the women in our real lives, it's missing and missed.

Think about it.…

We should donate a bottle of mouthwash for the dancers' dressing room. Am I right? Isn't there a outbreak of bad breadth among the dancers? Kimberly? Crystal? Others? I'll take a dance with a grandma…

Which girl would you fuck? Too skinny? Or too fat? Operative term is "too." No other info, criteria or choices. Just too skinny. Or too fat. Pick which girl you would fuck.

So I'm in the back with a totally hot number. We don't fuck or anything. But she is straddling me and pulls my dick out. She spends much of the session rubbing her pussy on…