Many years ago, probably the third or forth time I ever entered a strip club a stripper came up to me, introduced herself, held out her hand to shake, and told me “I’m not just saying this because I’m here to take your money, but I’ve been watching you and I’m finding myself very much attracted to you.” Or something simular. Up to then I hadn’t even noticed her, never tipped her. She lasted a couple of months.
Another time I had just moved to a new city, didn’t know anyone. There was a strip club that I passed on the way to work. After my first paycheck I decided to stop by as it has always been easy for me to get strippers to talk with me. Went in, bought a drink, tipped the bartender a dollar and sat down at the rack. One of the strippers that came out, at the end of her set, came over, sat next to me and began with, “hello handsome”. We had a good long talk. I came back a week later, and the week after that. By then it was obvious to me that she genuinely liked me and quite a bit. I was figuring how I was going to work asking her out in our conversation (remember I don’t use game, or the game as promoted on this site) when she came out with, “we should meet somewhere else, somewhere not so dark.” She lasted for about seven years.
There was another. I had gotten my drink and sat at the far end of the bar. As I sipped my drink I noticed a woman looking at me. As this club was in the downtown area and was one of the places the night time crowd hops to I didn’t know if she was a dancer or a customer. She looked like a woman I would date and the more I looked at her looking at me the more I felt as if I already knew her even though we had never met. Eventually she started to move my direction. Seeing this I started her way. We met in the middle of the very crowded room. She started to talk but I couldn’t hear her. As I leaned into hear her better she put one arm around me and we fell into a hug. She asked if we should go find a corner to go make out in. She lasted a little over a year.
A dancer I knew had borrowed a car from another dancer while that second dancer had gone on a vacation to her native Germany. I never met the other dancer. Weeks, maybe months later I was driving down the street and noticed the car parked in a parking lot. The parking lot was to a strip club. I entered the club looked over the dancers and picked the one I though looked most likely to be a German national. I approached her and asked her if her name was Yvonne. She said it wasn’t and I explained why I had asked. We ended up having a pretty good conversation and I left. Maybe a year later I was going to a meeting but had a couple of hours to kill. Just so happened there was a strip club so, what the heck, I stopped in. Right off one of the dancers came over to me calling out my name, “Potato, Potato”. Though it had been awhile I recognized her right off. She came up to me and slugged me in the arm and we wrestled about a bit. By time I left about two hours later she told me to come back, telling me she was putting me on her tab, making sure everyone knew. I started going there regularly and every time it was her and I having the time of our lives.
I might point out here that she was a Suicide Girl. Look it up suicidegirls.com
She once told me that every guy who comes up to her either wants to f*** her or to pimp her but, “you Potato, you know how to have fun with a girl.” One night I had ridden my bicycle to the club. At the end of the night I told her that I wanted to go get something at Taco Bell but they wouldn’t sell me anything after midnight if I wasn’t in a car. She drove a mini pickup, which I knew because she told me. I put my bike in the back of her truck and we headed to Taco Bell. We ordered our food, found a parking lot and sat back to eat. As we ate the magic came alive and the next thing I knew we had leaned into each other and were kissing like crazy. When we stopped for a breath it became apparent that we had gotten so into embracing that we had inadvertently squished tacos and burritos between us making a big mess. We laughed and laughed and laughed. A few days later we were at her apartment and as I began to pull her pants down it dawned on me that even though I had seen her strip at least a dozen times I had yet to look between her legs, perhaps she never showed me, we were so otherwise interested in each other. I mentioned this to her as her pants and panties were flung to the floor. She went, “oh yea” and closed her legs tightly denying me entry or even a view. I pressed my lips onto her tummy and went “bbblttllsltl” giving her a big, loud raspberry. She laughed out hysterically her legs flailing uncontrollably in the air….
She lasted for a couple of years, on and off. By the way I was way off. She wasn’t a German at all but a Mexican of Spanish decent.
There are more but you get the idea.
