BTs Friday Afternoon / Evening
The bosses opened the cage door early Friday afternoon for the holiday weekend, so I was able to get to BTs to catch the tail-end of the dayshift. I get a table on the far side of the stage, the waitress brings me my drink and I'm just settling in when a tall, leggy, very attractive, honey-blond sits down next to me. You guessed it, it's Michelle. The same Michelle who helped herself to several Long Island Iced Teas, yakked on her cellphone, insisted on 1. 5 for FS then angeled hard for tip on a previous visit. (See prior post.) Fortunately, she doesn't seem to remember me. I give her vague, somewhat elusive answers to the usual "break-the-ice" questions ("Where do you live?" "What do you do?, etc.) hoping I don't inadvertently trigger her memory banks. It works. She eventually takes the hint, excuses herself and leaves to go hustle the poor schmuck at the table next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I keep an eye on things. Sure enough, pretty soon her hand's on his junk. It works and they head to the back. I can't help but wonder just how much he tipped her.
After a while, I notice a somewhat short, medium-built blond standing by herself near the dressing room entryway. I'm thinking it's Roxie, whom I met briefly probably two months ago when she stayed over into the night shift. But I can't be sure as we only talked for a few minutes and I wasn't quite ready to go back just yet. Eventually, she makes her way over to me and asks if she can sit down. It is Roxie and, yeah, she does remember me. Holy shit! Stripper memories certainly are a strange beast.
We talk for awhile, then she asks if she can sit in my lap. Be my guest, babe. We talk for awhile longer and this time it's me stroking HER leg. The inevitable subject comes up and we agree on 1. 4 for CFS / BBBJ no song count. Back we go and get the room all the way to the back. Once there, she strips down and goes to work. Some kissing, a little DFK (though not much), and some nipple sucking while she deftly undoes my belt and pants button with one hand. She kneels on the couch next to me and leans over to go down on me while I'm fingering her pussy which is now getting quite wet. Then she puts the cover on and climbs on CG. She rides me pretty hard for awhile but I can tell it's not going to happen this way (I'm not 19 anymore, goddammit! So I suggest we switch to K9. A few minutes of that but still no cigar so I mention that I really like mish. She says "we can do that" but given that I'm about 6'0 and those cubes are pretty damn small, I'm more than a little dubious. But she swings around with her head in the corner and her pussy right on the edge of the couch, guides me into and the piston starts up again. Half a song later and, yeah, there's a reason why I really like mish. We get dressed and settle up, and I give an extra. 2 just for being a real sweetheart. And that she certainly is. Take that, Michelle.
After Roxie, I decide to hang for awhile and see who shows up for the evening shift. During the 7:00 parade, the only one I recognize is Christina. But I notice other dancers straggling in later, so I stick around for a bit. Pretty soon, a tall, somewhat slender brunette sits down and introduces herself as Dana. Damn, I didn't even recognize her though I'd had a good time with her a couple of months ago. Given that I'm now a little low on funds and had just been in the back with Roxie, I had to pass. (And did I say I'm not 19 anymore, goddammit!) Besides Dana and Christina, other familiar evening shift dancers Star and Adrianna. I stay for an hour or so, enjoy the stage show and then call it a night. A good night.