I was in Seattle on a...

I was in Seattle on a business trip, so I walked a few blocks downtown from my hotel to Deja Vu. Like most Deja Vu clubs, this one is well-stocked with beautiful young women who work the crowd offering private dances. (I find this mildly annoying, especially when the girls proposition you almost before you've had a chance to sit down; maybe it's just me, but I'd prefer to watch the dancers for a while before considering further entertainment. That's enjoyable too, isn't it? And it helps for getting into the mood.)

After about 30 minutes of being propositioned--one woman asked me if I was ready to get molested--eventually a woman stopped by who actually looked me in the eye with a mischievous grin rather than past me into the vague middle distance. We agreed to a private dance along the back wall. She was good--very attentive, though well within modest limits out in the open. Good enough that she talked me into 30 minutes in the "champaign room," a semi-private booth in the back.

What you get for your money in these private rooms varies considerably, depending on how private the room really is, what the local laws allow, how lax the club is in enforcing those laws, and how willing the dancer is to flirt with the limits of the law. This private room wasn't very private at all, more of a booth, really. My dancer was willing to do anything up to the letter of the law. In Seattle--a liberal town with surprisingly conservative rules about strip clubs--that means you can look, or you can touch, but not both; in other words, a dancer can strip naked and spread her legs so long as you're several arm lengths away from her, or she can give you a great lap dance so long as her bikini stays on and your pants remain zipped. My dancer opted for the latter approach. She gave me her full, undivided attention, tried several things, and asked you what I liked best. She wasn't at all coy about riding my hard-on (and seemed to genuinely enjoy it), and let me touch her anywhere "except here" (pointing to her breasts) "and here" (pointing to her crotch). Every so often, glancing over her shoulder at the open door, she pulled her bikini top down to reveal pretty small breasts, and twice she pulled her bikini bottom to the side for a glimpse of shaved pussy. I asked her what she liked and she said she enjoys having her back rubbed--"you could do that to me all night," she laughed, and I thought, I should be so lucky--so I caressed her, and she seemed to enjoy the experience.