Thursday, February 27, 2014

In and Out

It's been too long, walking through this door. I have a few minutes, and a hundred dollars in my pocket, and I need a new memory.

Strategizing begins before I walk in. Before I pull into the parking lot even. How can I maximize my time and minimize my spend? How will I choose a dancer tonight? How will I have a good minimal time and not a regret? It'll work out. Just go in.

Walking in to the club it all comes back. The music, the layout, the anticipation. I hear the answer to my questions before I even hit a table. "Two for one dances, gentleman. Choose a dancer!" I only see 3 dancers come on stage for the special, but scanning the room I like my chances. Doesn't seem to be any go getters. Two go straight for a big spender and one for a regular. Hmmmm. I'm thinking that one will peel off of the big spender, and one does sure enough. I catch her eye, and next thing I know a lovely dancer is walking me hand in hand to a private dance area.  Score.

We settle in on a couch, dancer and I, and cuddle a bit for warmth as we do the pre-dance small talk. Dancer is tall and lovely and a feast for my tired eyes. I take in her lithe beauty as she strips to a thong in front of me and recites the rules. "You can't touch in a two-for-one dance. But I can touch you!" And I have no doubt that this lovely young dancer will - touch me. Works for me.

I've been in the club less than 10 minutes when the song starts, and dancer straddles my lap facing me. Ahhhh. Long flowing hair envelopes me in a privacy zone. "I love the long hair", I whisper. "It hides things", Dancer promises. And the dance is on. I remember this. .

Dancer begins the familiar rhythms. Straddle here, rub there, slide a knee across that. Reverse cowgirl with a thong view of a luscious derriere doing a slow circular rub on my crotch. Nice. But, let's switch up the routine early....

"Can I share a secret with you?", I whisper as she envelops me in the hair chamber again. "Sure, I like secrets."

"My lap area is pretty much broken. Nothing will be happening there. No point in grinding. Stay with me up here."

"That's okay, honey. I don't need down there myself. I can cum from someone licking my nipples. Let's just be sensual." Sensual works. Sensual way works. And sensual dancer is. The rest of the first song is all GFE. The girlfriend experience. Nuzzling. Grazing. Lips on throats. Soft breasts cradling me. Ahhh. Very nice.

"Do you mind?", Dancer asks as she begins unbuttoning my shirt for the second song. "I'll put you back together". My shirt opens, my undershirt slid up, and Dancer has my nipple in my mouth. Soft at first, as I nuzzle a bit into her hair - which smells delicious. Her lips are soft and warm on me. Then harder. Painful even. Teeth clamping down firmly. Ah, there's that Dancer aggression that I know. It sharpens the moment. I think about licking her nipples if we had a half hour in here. Would she let herself get off with me? Ah, no time. Dancer comes back up to me and nuzzles into my neck and cheek some more. She even grazes my lips in a brief kiss as we conclude.

Thoughts of continuing into a third dance are interrupted by the DJ calling her to the stage. "We can come back when I'm off the stage", she offers. But I know that we are done. It's brief, but it's enough. "I have to go, but I'll stay for your stage set." We settle up - $30 for the two songs with one free. Could have been $60. I got the deal I was looking for.

No one else joins me at the stage for her two songs. I put out five ones for her. What a lovely woman she is. I memorize her as she dances, and thank her as she hugs me at the rail. "Come back some time, honey."

Thank you, Dancer. I will remember you.