Porn Star Orgy at Center Stage, Part 4: On Stage

…so, when we left off I had enjoyed a Porn Star Feature Dancer night at the strip club. A lot to see and experience. After leaving the club in the early AM I went back to my hotel, enjoyed the hot breakfast - still reeking of the club – and crashed into bed.

Where I stayed for a while the next morning. It was a weekend, and I had indulged in the experience, so I slept in. I had quite a hangover when I woke up. Not a beer hangover, because I didn’t have anything to drink all night. Not a beer. Not a drink. Not even a Diet Pepsi. Nothing. More like a club hangover from staying up too late on a high state of excitement and arousal for too long, and from being drenched in cigarette smoke and pounding music. So, it felt like a hangover.

And the cure for the hangover was to go back.

I eventually got up and moving, although very slowly, and made my way back out on the town. I went out for the evening and had a nice late dinner by myself. Around midnight I realized that the Ms. Kim Chambers was still in town for her last show night. So I found my way back to the club for a couple of her last performances.

I wasn’t in to the crowd this time. I looked around and it seemed like a much different group, and not a lot of fun. I wasn’t likely to linger around and just hang out, but I wanted to see her show.

“Two songs from our Feature Dancer”, the DJ announced. So I positioned myself near the stage and waited. By myself. No one else came up until she came out. As she came out, the crowd quickly filled up the standing space around the stage. Standing, beer in hand, no money out.

I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted out of the experience that night. I had seen 3 stage shows already the night before. Played booby ball. Watched others get pulled up on stage. Watched pretty girls get fondled. Bought the merchandise. (And watched the DVD, which was very hot!) Met Kim briefly twice. What did I want tonight? What had I missed? Getting pulled up on stage for a “ride for $5” was it, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. As Kim came around the front of the stage I helped her out by starting the tipping – but I didn’t put out $5. I pulled my punch. I wimped out. In a moment of indecision I put $2 down on the stage. More than the dollar others would offer, less than the $5 that would get me pulled on stage, and less than the $20 she was worth. Kim saw my tip and stopped at me first. I got a nice little show, still clothed, including the knee hooked around my neck pulling me in for a closeup view of her beautiful anatomy. Very nice. Certainly worth $2 for the personal contact. And it worked in getting the tipping started for that round, as guys started digging in their pockets for money to get their turn. She did a nice show for a few songs and brought up some guys and a couple of girls, but not me. And then she was off stage.

I moved back from the stage after she left, a little disappointed in myself. The stage tip was nice but I had stopped short. Unfulfilled.

I wanted to see another show but I didn’t necessarily want to hang out here. The crowd looked pretty dull. Just a lot of dudes standing around over their coolers drinking. Not many pretty girls that night. So I left, knowing that my hand stamp would get me back in.

I walked across the street to an adjacent club, the Land of the Towering Blondes. They were all there and they did not disappoint. Dancer after dancer – young, slender, tall, blonde. All very, very pretty. Wow.

(Sidenote: a reader asked me if this is my type, since I talk about blondes a lot on DanceFan. The answer is no. It just happens to be the physical type of dancer that predominates in some clubs. Stacked blondes kind of fit the employee profile – so to speak. But no, I don’t have a type. I have a fetish for “women”, period. I visit with and choose a variety of dancers over time. There are a lot of sexy brunettes and girls “of color” out there, and I’ve spent time with all of them.)

I had a nice time there, stageside, tipping each dancer as she came out on stage. Watching the two pretty brunettes across the stage from me doing the same. They were clearly enjoying the attention.

And I finally bought a dance that night. The last special of the evening, at last call near 2am, with one of the loveliest of the towering blondes, who I caught as she walked by me. Two nice tableside dances, polite with no contact and no conversation, plus a souvenier shirt – all for $20. A shirt without a club logo, making it the first shirt I’ve gotten during a promotional dance that I could actually take home and wear.

Back across the street, back into the club with a wave of the handstamp, just in time to see Dancer, the very sexy Ms. Chambers, who was already out on stage. Hell with it, I thought. There’s one more thing to do. And I held my $5 up high.

Dancer saw me and pulled me up on stage. “Lay down here”, she instructed and I did so as she mounted up for the cowgirl ride. Very nice. Very visual. And I enjoyed the feel of her weight on me. It was my moment. The highlight being when Dancer leaned over on me and put her cheek next to mine, completely covering my head with her luxurious mane of hair, and blocking out the club. For a moment, a split second really, it was just her and I in that space. A split second of headspace, of GFE. “Thank you, baby”, I said as I got a nice buss on the cheek. And it was over.

After a short stint of appreciating the house dancers, I decided to call it a night. As I passed thru the club, I saw Kim - finished with an autograph session - sitting alone in her lighted booth. So I stopped, said hi, and told her that I appreciated her shows. She was very nice and gracious in taking a few moments to chat with me. And once again, I was struck with her - dancer, yes, pornstar, yes, bombshell, yes - as a very pretty girl. And nice as well.

I was out, back to the hotel at a more reasonable hour. Ready for some personal time for myself the next day.

It was quite a weekend.

Thank you, Dancer. I’ll remember you.