Having been rather neglectful, as of late, of my dear friend Amanda, having not seen her for several weeks, I decided to pay her a visit. She works as a stripper and often the game we play with each other is played out, in part, in the strip clubs where she works.
On this particular visit I went in imagining the surprise and delight she would display at seeing me. So I snuck in rather inconspicuously. Luckily she was in the back, making it easier to spring my surprise upon her.
As I sat in the shadows awaiting Amanda’s appearance another girl came out. She reminded me of Cameron Diaz except that she was a brunette. Being the habitual flirt that I am and the fact that she so sparked my interest, I approached her, sort-of. Actually I started towards her catching her eyes and the flirt was on before I got too close. Often I think that I communicate quite a bit with women just by looking at them, and they at me. Keeping eye contact I turned slightly so that I was seeing her more out of one eye than the other with a bit of a sly smile, I may have winked. As I did this I was thinking about how I’d like to slide up next to her and… The smile on her face grew rather big and as she got close enough to be heard over the music she said “yes”, took a step backwards mouthing the word “yes” but this time so quiet I couldn’t hear it.
Normally when I’m with one woman I tend to mostly ignore others with the idea that by only paying attention to the woman of interest, it makes her feel more special. However, Amanda was still in the back and I was sure this new girl was willing to play.
As she did her stage show, I sat to the side. Everything went pretty much as usual except that she did spend an inordinate amount of time dancing to me at the expense of the others seated at the stage. At the end she sat directly in front of me upon the little bar that surrounds the stage and spread her legs as wide as possible. She just sat there looking me in the eye with a mischievous grin upon her face.
I was starting to wonder what I would do if Amanda popped out about then. Luckily the new girl finished up and left the stage before Amanda came out.
Amanda began her set rather sluggishly, almost robotic, and not at all even looking at her customers. Eventually she spun around and found me sitting there over to the side smiling. She absolutely lit up, her eyes widening, a smile spreading across her face, becoming giddily animated.
Her whole routine was thrown out of whack as she kept coming over to me, telling me things, asking questions, and flirting like a school girl with a crush. Her set over, she quickly put on her clothes and rushed me over to an empty table so that we could catch up on what is going on in each other’s lives - a conversation that would continue sporadically throughout the night.
Not long into the night and I was approached by a mulatto beauty who goes by Kennedy. Kennedy is one of those women with whom I have a great connection with but because I can only carry on with so many, she ends up being left out. Often I ignore her which makes me feel bad, especially when I see the sadness in her eyes. The situation is made worse by the fact that I do see her often, both socially and when she works with Amanda.
Awhile back we ended up sitting next to each other at a party and ended up spending most the night together, just talking. We came to an understanding and it makes it easier to be just friends with her.
Normally I would have just spoken briefly with Kennedy but just then one of Amanda’s regulars came in. He is a guy in his 50’s, fat and in bad health. He goes to see Amanda two to four times a week, regularly giving her $100-$400 a visit. He is her cash cow and I knew she’d be busy milking him, giving me plenty of time to hang out with Kennedy and I even sat stage side as she did her stage show. When we eventually parted, she thanked me and thanked me and thanked me – telling how much she enjoyed my company and how much she appreciated me being as I am.
Later on, Amanda was again with her cash cow and I was sitting at the bar, entertaining myself listening to the regulars tell their stories. The new girl slid up next to me and whispering in my ear told me that she was about to go on stage and bounced off.
Again, as she danced she flirted incessantly with me throughout. When it came to her last song, as she dropped her panties she suddenly became bashful, not at all spreading her legs as she had the first time. On her next set this condition became even more pronounced.
It’s a pattern I’ve seen before. I’ve known Amanda for a long time and she always dances rather innocently to me, never spreading her legs before me. She does it in front of everybody else, just not me.
There is another stripper, a friend of Amanda’s who several times over has pointed out that strippers dance differently for me, more innocently, more playful. It is something that I’ve long known. It’s not just strippers. It seems that when women want to manipulate a man; that is to get him top give her money or to do things for her that she will act more slvtty. Not that she will necessarily follow through on that slvttiness, just enough to get the man to think that maybe she will. Conversely, when a woman is interested in a man that she would like a long term relationship with, she tends to act more innocently. With strippers it is more pronounced.
When Amanda came to the stage again the song “You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon was playing. When the lyrics, “You're so vain/You probably think this song is about you/You're so vain/I'll bet you think this song is about you/Don't you? Don't you?” Amanda came over and said to me, “you probably think I played this song just for you, don’t you” and spun off smiling, almost laughing.
It came time when I decided to leave. So when Amanda’s set came to an end I cornered her as she left the stage. We made plans to meet up the day after next. When we hugged she squeezed rather tightly, much more than usual. I left smiling, happy.
On this particular visit I went in imagining the surprise and delight she would display at seeing me. So I snuck in rather inconspicuously. Luckily she was in the back, making it easier to spring my surprise upon her.
As I sat in the shadows awaiting Amanda’s appearance another girl came out. She reminded me of Cameron Diaz except that she was a brunette. Being the habitual flirt that I am and the fact that she so sparked my interest, I approached her, sort-of. Actually I started towards her catching her eyes and the flirt was on before I got too close. Often I think that I communicate quite a bit with women just by looking at them, and they at me. Keeping eye contact I turned slightly so that I was seeing her more out of one eye than the other with a bit of a sly smile, I may have winked. As I did this I was thinking about how I’d like to slide up next to her and… The smile on her face grew rather big and as she got close enough to be heard over the music she said “yes”, took a step backwards mouthing the word “yes” but this time so quiet I couldn’t hear it.
Normally when I’m with one woman I tend to mostly ignore others with the idea that by only paying attention to the woman of interest, it makes her feel more special. However, Amanda was still in the back and I was sure this new girl was willing to play.
As she did her stage show, I sat to the side. Everything went pretty much as usual except that she did spend an inordinate amount of time dancing to me at the expense of the others seated at the stage. At the end she sat directly in front of me upon the little bar that surrounds the stage and spread her legs as wide as possible. She just sat there looking me in the eye with a mischievous grin upon her face.
I was starting to wonder what I would do if Amanda popped out about then. Luckily the new girl finished up and left the stage before Amanda came out.
Amanda began her set rather sluggishly, almost robotic, and not at all even looking at her customers. Eventually she spun around and found me sitting there over to the side smiling. She absolutely lit up, her eyes widening, a smile spreading across her face, becoming giddily animated.
Her whole routine was thrown out of whack as she kept coming over to me, telling me things, asking questions, and flirting like a school girl with a crush. Her set over, she quickly put on her clothes and rushed me over to an empty table so that we could catch up on what is going on in each other’s lives - a conversation that would continue sporadically throughout the night.
Not long into the night and I was approached by a mulatto beauty who goes by Kennedy. Kennedy is one of those women with whom I have a great connection with but because I can only carry on with so many, she ends up being left out. Often I ignore her which makes me feel bad, especially when I see the sadness in her eyes. The situation is made worse by the fact that I do see her often, both socially and when she works with Amanda.
Awhile back we ended up sitting next to each other at a party and ended up spending most the night together, just talking. We came to an understanding and it makes it easier to be just friends with her.
Normally I would have just spoken briefly with Kennedy but just then one of Amanda’s regulars came in. He is a guy in his 50’s, fat and in bad health. He goes to see Amanda two to four times a week, regularly giving her $100-$400 a visit. He is her cash cow and I knew she’d be busy milking him, giving me plenty of time to hang out with Kennedy and I even sat stage side as she did her stage show. When we eventually parted, she thanked me and thanked me and thanked me – telling how much she enjoyed my company and how much she appreciated me being as I am.
Later on, Amanda was again with her cash cow and I was sitting at the bar, entertaining myself listening to the regulars tell their stories. The new girl slid up next to me and whispering in my ear told me that she was about to go on stage and bounced off.
Again, as she danced she flirted incessantly with me throughout. When it came to her last song, as she dropped her panties she suddenly became bashful, not at all spreading her legs as she had the first time. On her next set this condition became even more pronounced.
It’s a pattern I’ve seen before. I’ve known Amanda for a long time and she always dances rather innocently to me, never spreading her legs before me. She does it in front of everybody else, just not me.
There is another stripper, a friend of Amanda’s who several times over has pointed out that strippers dance differently for me, more innocently, more playful. It is something that I’ve long known. It’s not just strippers. It seems that when women want to manipulate a man; that is to get him top give her money or to do things for her that she will act more slvtty. Not that she will necessarily follow through on that slvttiness, just enough to get the man to think that maybe she will. Conversely, when a woman is interested in a man that she would like a long term relationship with, she tends to act more innocently. With strippers it is more pronounced.
When Amanda came to the stage again the song “You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon was playing. When the lyrics, “You're so vain/You probably think this song is about you/You're so vain/I'll bet you think this song is about you/Don't you? Don't you?” Amanda came over and said to me, “you probably think I played this song just for you, don’t you” and spun off smiling, almost laughing.
It came time when I decided to leave. So when Amanda’s set came to an end I cornered her as she left the stage. We made plans to meet up the day after next. When we hugged she squeezed rather tightly, much more than usual. I left smiling, happy.
