Ok, so it’s 4am in the morning and I’m still drunk… a rare occasion for me. So bear with me as I try to organize the events in my head.
Tonight was an oddity because I finger banged a drunk stripper in the back room of the strip club. This shit just doesn’t happen… does it?
It all started when me and 8 other guys from a marketing conference hit a strip while I’m here in Tampa. At first I thought it was going to be a bust because when I walked in all I could see were bunch of ducks walking around. But this one girl with a little gap between her teeth and a banging body caught my eye. I didn’t expect much, but when she walked her ass over, plopped down on my lap and started grinding on me, I thought “Ok, game on. You don’t know who you’re trying to fuck with.”
Of course I couldn’t let her know I was really into her and that I REALLY wanted to bend her over and fuck the shit out of her. So I played it off like the lap dance she was giving me at the moment wasn’t doing anything for me. I chatted a little, kept looking around at the other girls and then glancing back at her every so often. Every other time she’d look me in I made sure I was looking away at something else.
Her: (realizing I’m not getting hard) “You’ve had a girl do this for you before haven’t you? You’ve had a girlfriend who use to do this and more for you right?”
S.C. “Of course. And then I use to bend her over, pull her hair, spank her ass and fuck her from behind. This shit is nothing. You’re not going to get me off doing this shit?” (credit El Topo’s Kung Fu Penis)
Her: “Well I’m just having fun.”
S.C. “Ok. Whatever.”
That ass was soooo soft and soooo nice though. But honestly she really didn’t get me hard.
After spilling my drink on another guy and making her buy me a new one, I gave her a couple bucks so she could play a little game with the other girls parading around on stage. Afterwards she made her rounds with a couple other guys in the club and then come back to me. Again, she hopped on my lap and stared grinding me.
I started up again with the “This just isn’t going to work. It’s just not doing anything for me.” I told her the only thing that will get me hard was is if I got her naked, I was deep inside of her and fucking her on the floor right now. At that point she started pressing her face against mine and then she started kissing me. I couldn’t fucking believe it! This chick is kissing me while she was working. Has this ever happened to anyone before?
Somewhere in the conversation I brought up the fact that I know how to make a girl squirt. She said that other guys have tried to make her cum before and talked a good game, but none have succeeded. I asked if she knew about “the hook”, and she said no. I told her “Well, that’s you’re problem. You’ve been with amateurs. You’ve never been guy who knew exactly what to do.”
More grinding, more kissing, more sexual talk, etc. I don’t remember the exact words, but at some point the conversation turned to her telling me that she could take be in the back room if we were careful so we could see if I could make her come. Of course I agreed.
She grabbed by hand, escorted me to this store-room-type place and I went to work fingering her g-spot and working her clit at the same time. I was a little nervous because I didn’t know if some big ass bouncer would interrupt us, but it took about 5 minutes and I think she came.
Afterwards, we walked out like it was no big deal and I took my seat. The other guys were ready to go, so I got her number (yes it was a real number because I talked to her after the club) and I timebridged her for Sunday. We’ll see what happens.
Like I said this was an oddity. She was drunk, I was drunk, and I made out with her IN THE FUCKING CLUB. Now I don’t expect this to happen again, but I’m just so tripped by the whole thing. This goes to show what can happen when you use sexual framing and push the limits of an interaction some times.
C.J., Sinn, and El Topo… What the fuck have you gotten me into?!
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Today I figured out why I got away with kissing a stripper in the club last night. One of the guys I was with is a serious player in that club. He knows the owner, he knows the manager, he knows the waitresses, and he knows most of the girls in the club. This guy is a serious regular customer.
He told me today that if we were in a different club, where no one knew him, I probably would’ve gotten thrown out on my ass. This is the benefit of being a regular and working the club.
So if you don’t know the management really well or you’re not with someone who does, don’t try it.