Attitude Matters!

When it comes to sexiness—and especially a satisfying private dance—attitude and personality can be just as important-- and sometimes more important-- than looks. This was proven to me once again as I decided to swing by the Purple Orchid shortly before 11pm Friday night. I paid the $5 cover and walked in, scanning the room. My main motivation was hoping to connect with Sapphire (formerly Coty of Atlantis) who not only looks good and has a great body but has a for-real warm, engaging sexy personality. Unfortunately, she was not there. The Orchid was pretty full; I managed grab the last open seat around the bar. The Orchid is still a relatively small bar with a long stage in the middle of the wrap-around bar; the décor was the same nondescript, not-too-clean-looking décor. The place can get crowded fairly easily. Some guys were standing along the wall and couple of dancers were dancing on them while many others were hanging with customers.

There were many dancers—I’d say at least 15 visible when I entered, with more streaming in all the time from the dressing room and through the front door. Scanning the room, most dancers—all AA-- fell in the 4 to 5 range, unless you go for “thick” types, in which case you could bump the rating a notch. But it was a loose, happy party atmosphere, the dancers were dancing with energy and all were friendly as they came for the dollar parade. The hustle was generally very low-key.

I saw no one worth a private dance so I just sat back, had a beer and observed the scene and hoped that something better would come out of the dressing room or in the front door—maybe even Sapphire. After a while, a nice-looking light-skin dancer with a nice body walked out of the dressing room and sat down at the bar—the first real prospect of the night. Shortly she was called up on the stage and she danced with slinky coordination, popping gum as she danced. When she came off I caught her eye and she smiled….but didn’t come over right away. Sometimes I wonder what these girls are there for…as so many these days seems slow to react to a clear possibility of $. She finally made it over, claiming she didn’t realize I wanted her to come over. A short chat and I went with her to the $20 non-private dance room (the private dance rooms are $30/four minutes and I generally try out a dancer first in the $20 room; there usually is not more than one other couch occupied and often none and it doesn’t seem to make a difference with most dancers in any case; they do what they do). She took off her top, revealing nice-sized tits, and began a mechanical grind. She had no problem with my roaming hands—those tits were nice warm handfuls-- but her affect was completely disinterested, chewing gum all the while, which I personally find unappealing. After the second tune showed no improvement I cut my losses and headed back to my seat at the bar.

There were now a couple of cute spinners on the floor, but both were occupied with customers. Then a new dancer was called to the stage and I did a double take because she very much resembled the dancer I had just sampled—light complexioned, pretty without being a stone beauty, nice body and slinky, smooth dance moves on the pole. But looking closer I could see she was not the same one…she was slightly more slender, boobs were slightly smaller and her facial features a little different. But I was enjoying her moves (she wasn’t popping gum, which helped!). I made ongoing eye contact.

When she came offstage, she came right over—I was seated near the bar exit gap—and she gave me a welcome hand-shake, getting straight to the point: did I want a dance? I did. She said she’d come back to me once she made her dollar-parade rounds. That took a while and when she had almost made it around she got hung up talking to some guy by the cigarette machine. My time was a bit tight—it was now midnight—so I decided to leave. But as I passed by her she turned and said: “leaving?” I figured what the heck, and answered “yes, I had to get going but I might as well have a sample dance.” Heading into the $20, room she led me to the most private couch, took off her top and got down to business. She was super sensual, caressing and purring, and rubbing most sensitive parts, kneeling down to mouth my crotch through my pants. I have no doubt that in the private room a dance with her would be completely satisfying. I really did have to get going so I just told her she had passed the “sample test”; she gave me a long, sexy hug, stating that I “smelled good.” Assessment: a real pro of the type you don’t find very often these days, all about business but great at simulating a GFE experience. Will definitely check her out next time.