Are There Strippers in the Looking Glass?

What will the new year bring my way, Stripper-wise? Hard to tell. 2 factors that I know of that will affect it are:

1. My New Year's Resolutions include a resolution to cut back on my strip club visits this year. Whoa boy, throttle back. As I said in my last post, 2003 was a bit over-the-top.

2. On the other hand, I found out in the last weeks of 2003 that my job role will be changing in 2004 and I'll be back travelling nationwide for most of the year. That could mean new clubs in new cities with new lovely young dancers!

Will these be in conflict? We'll see. Maybe I only go to a club every so often, and only out of town.

I do know 2 other things:

- I miss the girls already. The beautiful sight of them. The delicious smell of them. The erotic feel of them. I'm longing for them already.

- I haven't hardly begun dipping into the memory pool to pay tribute to these special young ladies. So here we go for the new year.

Tribute: "No one can have just one!"
Dancer took my breath away as she moved across the club. Literally.

It was my first time in this popular upscale club and I didn't really know what to expect. I'd known of this club forever, but intentionally stayed away. Too close to home. Too much chance of running into people I knew. Hard to explain why you're there when you're by yourself. I mean it's obvious. But it's harder to explain than if I was there with a birthday party or something. I just prefer to go out of town. But temptation got the best of my that night and I just had to know what that club was like. So, I paid the cover and worked my way in to find an out of the way table to observe the club and learn the culture.

Wow, it was a jumping club Friday night at midnight. Parties, loud DJ's, high rollers, beer, several stages. A lot to soak in. And girls, girls, girls. Everywhere. Semi-naked. Gorgeous. Top of the line strippers. Really just 1st class talent. And lots of them. More beauty than my eyes could take in. And then a signature sample song and suddenly there's 30 dancers coming from out of the woodwork. Wow.

I look around and I see:

- Fully nude stage shows with awesome ladies getting up close and personal at the tiprail.
- Couch dances in full swing, with one particular high roller getting a double dance from amazon blonde twin sisters.
- Couples and college kids hanging around the main stage, with the girls ocassionally getting brave enough ( or drunk enough to go tip).

And then there's Dancer moving across the club. Striking in a red jumpsuit with strategically placed cutouts. Beautiful face framed with bobbed brown hair and flawless makeup. And I make my choice, catch her attention, and we're off to the couches.

For some reason I decide to pay in advance and I get a twenty out of my wallet as we're sitting down. She laughs. "No one gets just one dance". Such confidence. And then the song starts and the jumpsuit disappears. Oh wow. And on my lap is the tightest, tan, erection popping 19 year old body in existence. On that night at least. And I know instantly that more than one $20 are leaving my wallet.

And Dancer was skilled for her 19 years. And graceful. And sexy as they come. And I loved her touch and her feel as she danced across and on me and nuzzled that silky hair against my cheek. Awe inspiring and worth it. A memory locked in. Thank you, baby.

And she was off to many waiting admirers

And I've never been back.

posted by DanceFan at 1/8/2004 01:10:03 AM C