Took a little walk over to a certain place in our downtown area, that serves lunch with the entertainment.
I can't say the name of the place due to board policy. But nevertheless, I went there and watched the show. There weren't too many people around, but they still entertained.
The ususal thing always happens, a girl will ask if I want a dance, and usually I would say no depending on the looks of the dancer.
Well, I didn't like the looks of this one - not busty enough.
So she said well let me know if you change your mind, and sauntered off.
Now, fellas I don't know if you ever done this or not, but if there is a dancer that you see that's got what you want, you let her know she's got your attention by staring at her, maybe provide a smile as she passes.
I saw this woman today. She was talking to another girl, and I watched her walk to and from the bar.
Then, she came around me, and asked me how I was, I said much better since she came around.
She smiled, and asked if she could sit down.
I said, Please!
We chatted about the weather, Christmas, etc etc.
Then, she came in for the kill, how would you like a dance?
I said, allright. She led me to a room, I sat down, and she told me to spread my legs apart.
A song started, and she moved all over me, ass in my face, titties nipples browsed my mouth and nose (my mouth opened as wide as I could get it).
Now, here's the amazing part.
She began to unbutton my shirt, loosened my tie,and slid her hand in my shirt moving her hand across my chest, and heading downward to an already rising little jim in my pants!!!
She moved her hand across my stomach, gently stroking Jim's pub's and laying her and on IT!!
Little Jim, pivoted and lengthened!
She got close to my ear, and said, "I could stroke it for you until you come for $50."
Her hand felt so good, and her perfume was hypnotic. Even though I had to get back to my place of business, I would have made the sacrifice for a woman this hot to get me off.
But I didn't have the $50, and wasn't going pay extra surcharge from the ATM.
When I left, I was still hard, and was debating on coming back because like all of us, we all want to come.
But all I could think of is how would I explain the spunk stains on my just recently dry clean trousers?
My belief was there was hardly anyone there, and this young lady wanted to make the money anyway she could.
I think this is something to consider.
Next time, if for some reason the weather is at it's worst, most likely no one is going to show up, and the dancers can't get paid with hollow rooms.
Right then, you are in the driver seat, and negotiations are possible. Maybe.