I had fun the first time...

I had fun the first time I visited this club (https://www.tuscl.net/rev.php?M=C&RID=216050), and this time was better. On this mid-December Saturday night, the place was totally hopping--maybe guys escaping the stresses of the coming holidays? Whatever the reason, the stage performances were back-to-back and featured a pleasing variety of women, including a few with flesh on their bones and a sultry look to them, which I like. I was lusting after a couple of them based on their stage dances, though it took me a long time to attract anyone's attention. Of course, I was a bit high, and so (a) my threshold may have been lowered, and (b) I may have been giving off a slightly weird or just ineffective vibe!

A cute server said she was working on her PhD, and after I tipped her generously, she told me about her thesis and how she got into working at the club. Anyway, the main event started with a visit to my table by Kasey, a slim woman of partly African heritage with augmented breasts (which aren't my thing). I volunteered that I had young kids at home, and she proceeded to berate me for being at a strip club--but in an amusing way. And when she had almost convinced me to go home, she changed her tune and suggested a private dance.

And what a dance! When we got to the booth and she slid the door closed, I pushed her up against the wall and began kissing her, taking inspiration from tuscl.net regular, San Jose Guy to try to get her "off script." That didn't go very far, but when I told her I only had $X, she immediately invited me to unzip and started riding me hard...too hard, actually, for me to enjoy it properly! But the sheer novelty of the situation (first time like that for me), combined with her slender waist and beautiful ass in my hands and better-than-I-expected fake tits in my mouth made for a memorable few minutes.

Kasey gave me her number afterwards on a napkin, in classic style, and when I asked if that meant she wanted to fuck me, she said "maybe," in a sexily coquettish way, then added that she wanted me to know that I "had a friend." I haven't tried to contact her, but I think I remember the number (ditched the napkin on the way home to the family home, of course!), and just the knowledge that I have it is a turn-on.

I plan to return to the club as soon as I can...who knows what'll happen next time?