CS around lunch time --- WOW
Hi everyone,
Went to CS during my lunch hour which ended up being a 2 hr lunch. All I can say is WOW. I was really impressed with the quality of women that were there today.
There were some super hot girls. I think I'm going back after I get off from work.
Finally got a change to meet Angel. What a sweetheart! She is very friendly and can hold a friendly calm conversation for a long time. That's of course besides the fact the she has a really nice and tight body.
Next in line: Desire. Wow. Super hot Latina. Beautiful face and great body. Her tities are a little bit small for my taste but I would not change them. Everything looks just perfect on her. Got a few very motivated dances from her. I'm really curious to see how she behaves in the VIP.
Next: Hydra. She was very friendly, but she seems to be taking less care of herself lately. She didn't look as good as she did in the past.
Next: Monique. OMG guys. I was in heaven. Perfect 10 IMHO. This chick has no challenger as far as looks go. She is beautiful. Everything about her. I was falling in love with her. She says that she just started to work in December and that she mostly works nights. I could tell this was true because she still gets a little nervous and she's a bit clumsy. She is about 21-22 yrs old. I was lucky that today she had the day off from her other job and so she decided to come early. Her body is amazing. Great legs, perfect be cup size tities. Beautiful face, hands, feet, hair, skin. Wow. ! Alright that's it! I am going back after work. I hope she is still there. Great personality, always with a beautiful smile, being very friendly and affectionate. I was for about 10 songs with her in the VIP and had a few drinks with her afterwards. I highly recommend her.
While I was in the VIP some old dude was getting really good attention. Too bad I didn't notice who the girl was so that I could take a closer look later on.
There were various girls that deserved a closer look. Like an Asian (she looked Asian to me) chick with long hair and highlight. She was pretty hot, but I didn't have time to catch her. And some other Latinas that were looking pretty hot while doing double dances. There were also some blondes with great bodies; but I couldn't check them out. I was too busy in the VIP with Monique.
I did have enough time to catch a cute little back girl before I left. I think her name was Lidia. She was very friendly and treated me well for the 1 floor dance she gave me. I'll check her out later today if I see her again.
Rethinking by strip club strategy and looking for an heir apparent
Events of the past few days have caused me to pause and rethink my hobby. Over the weekend, I was preparing my quarterly financials and, as regular readers know, I have a monthly budget for spending on my hobby. In 2006, I exceeded my budget by a slight $800 for the year. Not much in the grand scheme of things considering my budget is as big as the gross national product of some small countries—it is equivalent to a handsome annual salary for some people. I mention this because it will be relevant later in my story. Also, my hobby consists of both free and paid participation so my budget doesn't accurately reflect the total amount of pleasure the hobby has given me.
Decades ago I began going to strip clubs as a voyeuristic activity. There wasn't much else to do since the action was tame by today's standards. Over the years it's been interesting to see the evolution of the business to where it is today. Now I can walk into just about any Tucson strip club and know that I'm going to get laid or, at the very least, have a happy ending of some sort. It used to be a challenge to see how far a dancer will go for $5 (back then). Now it's a challenge to find a dancer who just wants to dance and not fuck.
The novelty of it all has worn off. There doesn't seem to be anything new I can discover in a strip club. I think I've done it all. No new frontiers to explore anymore. So...
Yesterday I got three booty calls from dancers who wanted me to service them. All three are freebies and like me for my equipment ("This is the biggest white dick I've ever seen!"). But, I can't do this anymore. I'm getting too old to keep up this pace.
I picked one of them and we got together at a local hotel last night. We always enjoy each other's company and would have fun together even if there were no sex involved. This dancer, I'll call her Dancer A, was telling me about her friend, also a dancer who'll I'll call Dancer B, that brought up the idea of the three of us partying together. Unbeknownst to Dancer A is the fact that Dancer and B and I have been getting it on for about a year and a half. Dancer A thought it was a great idea so she suggested it to me. I, of course, took a nanosecond to agree and it she set it up for the next morning while we still had the hotel room. More on this exciting experience (which turned into a foursome) later. In the meantime...
Dancer A and I had our usual great time Monday night. During the evening's event, our conversation went all over the place. Eventually she suggested to me that she didn't want to be a dancer forever. She and I have known each other for about ten gleeful years so she knows she can trust me and that she can be open with her thoughts. She came up with an idea that I'm seriously considering. I'm not married. I have my own business. So she suggested that I hire her as my full-time "associate" whose sole responsibility is to keep my dick hard. She'd be with me during the day and travel with me on my business trips. She'd provide surrogates whenever she couldn't keep me going or in the evenings when she couldn't be there. There is no romance between us, it's just pure animal sex and the pleasure of each other's company so there wouldn't be any messy complications as long as it was always about the sex. She doesn't care who I have sex with if it's not her and she's willing to provide concubines for me. We talked about this some more and how this could be a winning situation. It so happens I have a budget for my hobby that can be redirected to her salary as a member of my staff. She would retire from dancing and I can have sex anytime I want with her or whoever she provides—her full-time job is to keep my dick hard and I don't care how she does it just as long as she does. This would change my attitude about going to strip clubs. But, there's more to cause me to rethink my strip club participation.
This morning Dancer B joined Dancer A and myself for an explosive session at the local hotel. While at the hotel, I got a booty call from a dancer who thinks I'm her boyfriend although I've never led her to believe that. I'll call her Dancer C. She wanted me to go to her house to take care of her. Instead, I invited her to the hotel and gave her the room number and told her to be there within 30 minutes. I didn't tell her who else was there. She thought she was just going to see me.
Dancer C arrives and sees her colleagues and me having a sex party. She immediately jumps into the mix and I'm now buried in t&a and it's become a magical fuckfest.
Here's the problem, in the past no dancer has ever known that I was having sex with any other dancer. Now I've got three dancers who now know that I'm fucking all three of them. Dancer A, my potential future "associate," doesn't see a problem and is already planning for my future well-being. Dancer B is exhausted and limp on the bed. Dancer C suddenly realizes that she's not the only girl in the mix and begins to feel betrayed. I can now see the crisis developing. Not only that, I can see my whole stripper empire crashing down if word of this foursome gets back to the other dancers at the club, many of whom I'm also fucking—and they all think they're the only one.
I employed crisis management techniques to persuade Dancer C not to be hurt and to enjoy the moment and to realize that I'm not the boyfriend she deserved. Whew. Crisis averted. We're still friends and she still wants my dick. The best possible outcome (for now).
This made me realize that I need to simplify my life by rethinking my hobby. But wait, there's more...
It's now Tuesday afternoon and I go to a popular local club where these dancers work. None of them are working there today. I've dodged a bullet. I'm looking around at the club and I see the place generally packed and there's lots of dancers to pick from. This particular club has risen from obscurity to become a national destination for mongers. I'm thinking this club has grown too big for it's britches and it's time to move on and either get out of the strip club hobby at the top or to find another hidden treasure of a club and keep it quiet (this time).
While there, two of my all-time favorites were working; one of them called me earlier to try to get together at the club. I hadn't seen her for a few weeks and she was excited to see me walk in. She and I talked for a while in the VIP then she did her usual thing which was to position my equipment in such a way that it would rub her in just the right way that made her climax. She worked it well. Once she had cum, and, still soaking wet from her climax, she covered me and slipped me in and we proceeded to have a marathon session. It was a long session because I was still recharging from the morning's activities. This dancer has the sweetest pussy I've ever experienced and she is an expert at using it. I didn't want it to end, but she came one more time and got me all soaked. I had a little climax—it was all I could muster up—but it felt sooooo good. After we had spent all the energy we had, she collapsed in my lap; that's how intense the session was. We practically had the VIP to ourselves, so there wasn't much effort to disguise our activity. But there's more...and this is leading somewhere, so be patient.
As I was leaving the VIP, my ex-girlfriend was sitting right at the bottom of the steps as if waiting in the bushes to pounce on me when I appeared. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the deserted VIP (interesting how the regular dance floor was crowded, but the VIP was nearly deserted all afternoon.) She began DFK and stroking me. I excused myself to go the bathroom. I knew where this was headed so I wanted to get cleaned up after the previous encounter and pop a Vitamin V. I rarely take a vitamin because they give me a side effect I don't like. I'm one of those that has to go without the benefit of modern chemistry or not at all. This, however, is an extreme circumstance that required extra assistance so I was ready to suffer the side effect.
I went back to the VIP and had another long, marathon session (about an hour). She was hormonally horny and would not let up. She literally took over and rode me hard while she had climax after climax. In the end, I never came (nothing left!), but she was visibly trembling and couldn't stand up.
So now it's Tuesday evening and I'm suffering through the side effect of the Vitamin V. Today I had sex with five of my favorite dancers. I've decided to do my remaining four regular fs dancers one more time as a farewell as soon as possible and then retire from the strip club scene—but not from the hobby.
I think I'll be employing the suggestion of Dancer A by adding a new staff member to keep me happy. I'll be telling her about my stable of dancers so she can recruit them for events outside the club. It might be a fun idea to try out. If it doesn't work, I can always unretire. The club scene isn't what it used to be, anyway. I've put a lot of effort into making it as pleasurable for me as is humanly possible for a hobby to be. I'm getting older. The hobby is beginning to become too demanding on me. It's time to simplify.
So now I'm looking for an heir apparent, a protege, to whom I can pass down my strip club secrets, names, contacts, and to whom I can make all-important introductions. I'm not quite sure how to do this, but some basic requirements are a love of the hobby, a sufficient budget to make it work, and sufficient endowment to make the dancers pay attention to you, no matter what the cost. PM me if interested in applying for the job as apprentice.
By the way, for those of you who will PM me about the cost of today's activities—Hotel: $68; alcohol: $45: club drinks for dancers and me: $17; VIP admission fee: $10; condoms: $18; uninhibited sex with five luscious ladies: priceless.
I'm done for the day.
Sexhobbyist