It was around 1pm on a...

It was around 1pm on a semi-slow Friday afternoon as I sat at the bar at Visions. After being approached by several "not as nice" entertainers, I watched as A**** offered companionship to the gentleman sitting a few stools down from me. After he declined I made eye contact to bring her my way. She came right over and I immediately starting joking that since she was so attractive, perhaps he was in the wrong "type" of bar. (No, this was not an attempt to undermine my co-mongers. Just trying to compliment and entertain her at the same time. Let's just call it survival!) After some small talk she cozied up between my legs at the bar and we talked for probably an hour. She never even asked for a dance. I offered to buy her a drink, she declined, but when the shot girl stopped by I did buy one for the two of them. (Btw, when I tip the shot girl, I sometimes explain jokingly that I only tip for nudity. Sounds lame, I know, but usually gets a free flash and/or a free feel....Hey, it's the little things that count!)

Feeling almost like a real date and after much conversation, which I like, I asked if she'd like to move somewhere more private. I'd been watching the traffic into the more open $20 dance area, and felt sure we'd be the only ones there. She grabbed me by the hand and made more small talk as we moved on and, at her insistence, waited for the next song to begin. No discussions of how many dances or what would take place took place. But for having spent so much time with me, I at least felt I should spring for a couple dances.

As the song started she removed her top to reveal incredibly perky breasts with beautiful, dark brown nipples that seemed to stare at me mockingly. (Sorry...probably getting a little too poetic there!) She moved them in close and brushed against my lips, letting me know its ok to touch them. When she stood on the bench, her lovely crotch frustratingly hidden behind her bottoms, I could smell just a hint of perfume. I reached up for an "outside the bikini" rub, but this did not work at all. I was not allowed to STAY outside. She gently lowered her garment to reveal her beauty and to invite my hand for a meeting. All of this was perfectly seductive and sensual...and still during the first song. All this time eye contact was high, and if I didn't know the "game" so well, I'd swear she was that heavily into me. At the music's conclusion, I was asked if I'd like her to go on. Not wanting it to stop, and in no condition to be limping back into the main club area, I asked her to continue.

The next song started and she slowly moved her body down mine. Luckily my "strip club pre-planning" worked to my advantage as she was able to easily access me through my elastic waistband and pre-loosened belt I was wearing. (*If employing this dressing technique, exercise caution that your belt is not too loosened upon arrival. Nothing dampens an afternoon like going to pay the doorman and having your shorts drop and your cock fall out! Just saying!) I sat and was enjoying when I felt the warm wetness of her mouth on me. This only continued briefly, but was a nice touch I was not expecting in the more "public" private room. She moved her body back up, unbuttoned me for even easier access and started stroking me slowly...all the while staring me in the eyes longingly. As I got close, she reached down with her other hand to...um...catch my deposit, and smiled at me as I finished.

Not surprisingly we'd both lost count of the songs, but she guessed at 3, and I paid for those with tip. We made our way back into the club, after freshening up, of course, and sat at the bar and chatted some more. She offered to leave for a bit, so I could chat with some of the other dancers, which I did, and returned later.