There's been enough time for me to be comfortable to finally talk about the week where I showed my dick to four strippers!!!
Went to downtown and I hooked up as soon as possible with Justine. She's usually pretty fast when it comes to going to the back and wankin', but today our small talk veered in a different direction. I told her about my job as a PCA, and then she asked about how to become one because she's worried for her mom. I was all prepared to give her as much info as possible on it, but she wanted to go to the beds for our "dances." That knocked me for a loop; either I want to get down and dirty, or I sit down with you and have a focused, informational conversation on what you need to know. To do both, especially in a strip club, is melding things that God separated for a reason, like chocolate and eggs.
But I did my best because I didn't take a bus 45 minutes downtown to just talk about being a PCA. So while I was plying Justine for more questions, I took my pants off and showed her my pee-pee, as usual. That always turns me on; so does her saying, "Put that away!" But it wasn't the same. I was knocked off stride by her asking, like, real questions about a topic that I would want to discuss with my clothes on. Moreover, since there were a lot of dancers working that day (extremely rare for a Monday), she was coy when jacking me -- cheating her body towards the wall, getting her hips up very close to mine so there was no daylight on my dick, gripping and stroking in intermittent bursts. I have to admit, she's like that a lot. The one time she just opened up my pants and took me into her hands was pure heaven. But here, in this awkward situation made even more awkward by some serious questions about her old mom, combined to make this interaction less than, um, happy. I didn't even have blue balls. It was great to see her, but I wasn't even aroused by her, no matter what she did.
After she got back on stage, she voiced her displeasure at the fact that I didn't tip her. Even though what she did quaifies as an extras, Justine didn't make me shoot, like she's done a few times before. I thought I had established the pay system: straight-up $90 for the three bed dances, and if makes me squirt, I give her another ten:
Ah, so you didn't tip me because you didn't cum?
Yeah.
Oh, OK.
She seemed surprised. But she's touched me every single time we've seen each other. How can she forget how much money I've given her depending on what else I gave to her? Sometimes I think I should make it up to her the next time I go. Right now, though, I have to draw the line. Yeah, she's not supposed to even stroke me cock, but she's never been busted, and for encounters that didn't result in either of us using the wetnaps I always bring, it's the standard $90.
She hugged me when I left. I hope she meant it, because right now she's the hottest girl willing to sexually pleasure me on a regular basis.
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The club I usually go to doesn't usually have ripoff bitches. But this day, the same day with Justine, there were about six girls there total. Sometimes it's just Justine. One of them was Summer, a hellcat who approached me as soon as I walked in the door. She seemed like a floozy -- aggressive attitude, big fake tits, promises of a real good time. I don't remember why I agreed to a lapdance at the benches -- either I really wanted to see how naughty she was going to be or I wanted to get her off my back.
She was cooing and talking dirty to me right into my ear. I would be more receptive to that if I didn't believe that talk was as fake as her tits. I didn't really care what she thought of me, so just for shits and giggles -- and in a Hail Mary-like move to see if she really doesn't mind putting out -- I exposed myself as she going reverse cowgirl on my lap, facing away from me. Thankfully she felt it and turned around to see my half-erect penis in all its beautiful glory. And Summer asked me to put it away; these couches are a little more exposed to the mainroom than the beds, and it's a lot cheaper, so the possibility the girl you choose will provide extras is lower.
Summer tried to upsell me, implying she would touch my organ in there. I wasn't down for that, so I gave her only $20 for the 2-for-1.
She did let me get under her undies and feel her pussy, though.
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I've built enough trust equity at the other strip bar I frequent that a while ago some of the dancers invited me to a house party. I have to pay cover, but the girls that work there promise better lapdances.
For the second time I went to one of these parties, only this time it was a different place. Better than the first one because it's bigger and therefore a bit more secluded in the private areas. Also for the second time I got to get "dances" from Jasmine, who strips only at these parties because they don't allow her to do that at the bar (although she now bartends). She's, uh, big-boned, but I love that her tip dances at the bar went farther than all other dancers. That hooks me all the time, so when she invited me to one of these house parties, I practically waited outside the place so I can be first.
I wonder if I was the first guy to whip it out to her that night. We were in what looked like a walk-in closet with a mosquito net for a curtain. I did what I usually do when I whipped it out: I started taking out all my valuables out of my pants, then take my dick out of my pants, then turn around and surprise her with it. She told me to put it away, like she did for the dance at the first house party I went to, but I was relentless. Last time I didn't take no for an answer; after we were finished I whipped it out again, and after some pleading, she yanked me several times, hard, real quick. Ah! It was heaven! Did it again this time and Jasmine wanked me again this time, although I had to beg and say I'd tip her. You know, I just can't get enough of chasin' this chubby, but I don't want her to be so blatantly money-grubbing when it comes to manually masturbating me. Especially when there are other girls who won't kill the mood by making me say that ...
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... girls like the last one, Diamond. Hadn't talked to her much at the same club Jasmine works at, but she was at the last party and I saw her openly tugging at her regular's jeans around his groin in front of everybody. Wow, she must be someone who doesn't mind playing. But a couple days before this party I got a tip dance from her and she said she didn't do extras, although she's from St. Louis. The stripclubs of East St. Louis are notorious, period. I couldn't believe she was clean.
After being disposed of by Jasmine, Diamond sat on my lap. Turns out this place was her apartment, and this party was a way of making some money for herself since she's about to move on to other places, at least for a little while. And then she started going a mile a minute about shit I couldn't quite understand, stuff like another Asian roommate/boyfriend, how much money she made in different cities, etc. When she dropped the n-word like it was no big deal, that's when I knew she was lit. But Diamond is sexy as hell. I still didn't believe she was clean, so dammit, I thought, I'd get a bed dance from her too and see what she's like.
She was talking about her Asian BF some more so, like I just did with Jasmine in the same room (in what actually was her closet), I emptied my pockets, took it out, turned around and said, "Diamond, now how do I measure up with [name redacted]?" And thank Buddha, with little hesitation, she closed her right hand around my dick and pulled it towards her slowly, firmly, lovingly. Her hand was cold, but the sensation on my cock was orgasmic because I hadn't felt like that in a long time. What topped that was Diamond not telling me to put it away. "Lay down," she said instead, and I completely unbuttoned my porno pants and hiked it down a bit, showing off my erection.
I thought you said you didn't do extras!
I'll take care of ya!
She did. Hell, I was so wound up by Jasmine that it only took a few more of Diamond's strokes for me to lose control. Too bad it wasn't while she was gripping me, but I made sure I pushed my penis down her way and squirted on her. She didn't mind; in fact, after I was spent, she tapped my now-receeding dick on her ass. Love a freak like Diamond!
She expected a tip, but didn't say anything about it. Of course I tipped her. Not much, but it was enough. Again, thank Buddha.
I miss her. Hope she comes back.
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