Saturday, September 10, 2016

There's One in Every Club

"Vodka tonic with 3 limes," I purred in response to the patron who asked what he could buy me.  Some clubs allowed us to drink, others frowned upon it.  This one was okay with it, as long as we were still able to perform our duties.  I always drank vodka tonics.  They were non-bloating and low calories compared to everything else.  They did their job while not affecting mine.
He flagged one of the waitresses down, and ordered it for me.  Waitresses always brought our drinks directly to us after someone ordered them, so as to ensure we weren't drugged.  When she delivered it back to me, I went back to my flirty small talk, making sure the focus was on him.  I always answered questions honestly, but left a degree of mystery.  I never disclosed too much, but enough to make me interesting and to leave them wanting more.
Patron continued, "So, are you a new dancer here?  I don't recognize you, though, you don't dance like an amateur."  He was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, clearly much more interested in what my chest was doing.  I could tell he was rather drunk, as he was slightly swaying. 
"I'm just here visiting," I responded.  Simple is better.
"Well, I'd sure like to visit you in the private room," he nodded towards one of the back rooms used for lap dances. 
Just then the song switched.  I took a large gulp of my drink and handed him the glass.  "You'll have to try and catch me later, I'm up on stage again."  Then I winked, and walked away, making sure to strut, as I knew he'd be watching. 
I climbed the stairs up on the stage I was supposed to be on, the far side one.  There was only one person sitting on it.  Even though I liked working the whole stage and preferred a crowd, I knew how to make that one person feel like they were at the big stage.  I always gave my best performance, even if there wasn't anyone watching.  That's how you catch wandering eyes.
As I slid smoothly around the pole, I maintained eye contact with my loner.  I did always think it was odd when a person would come by themselves.  Male or female, it was no less weird.
Once that song was over, and I had caught a few others' eyes, I walked the edge of the stage, letting them tuck bills into my G-string. 
I went down the stairs back onto the floor and was immediately greeted by guy who wanted a lap dance.  He smelled of Jaegermeister, and it was making me gag.  That was the only alcohol I couldn't stand the smell of.  And before, while it had been faint, now it was overpowering. 
He tightly grabbed my wrist and started leading me towards one of the rooms.  We passed one of the bouncers who raised his eyebrows at me.  I rolled my eyes.  He jerked his head upwards and I nodded once, understanding his non-verbals, reminding me that I just needed to look into the cameras that were in every room and someone would be in.
As soon as he sat down in a chair and leaned back, he pulled out a hundred.  "And what all will this get me?"  as he made a blow job motion.
I couldn't help it, I laughed.  But he was serious.  I twisted my laugh into an "innocent" giggle.  "An extra-long lap dance."
Some clubs will turn a blind eye to "other activities" that may happen in the private rooms, but I never partook in those activities.  Not only that, but aside from me controlling what touching may be occurring between our bodies, I didn't play with that boundary and didn't allow it.  I also knew this club held to a higher standard and didn't allow men touching the girls unless we made it happen (i.e.: we put their hands on our breasts, or we put our breasts on their face, etc.).  It was why I had agreed to these two weeks fully nude.
He scowled at me but didn't say anything else.  I started moving around him and then was grinding against him, and he started grasping at my top to pull it off.  I lightly swatted his hands down and wagged a finger at him.  I unhooked my top and let it fall to the floor.  He immediately reached up and grabbed my breasts.  I lightly grasped his wrists and put them down at his sides, cushioning his face between them as I did.  He moaned and I felt his tongue start licking me.  I rolled my eyes, since he couldn't see.  Par for the course.
I turned away from him and started teasing with my bottoms, rolling my hips around and twerking on him.  I let them fall to the floor, and went back to dancing on him.  His hands were resting at his side on the edge of the chair, where they were supposed to be.  I was moving up and down grinding over him, but not quite touching him when I felt one of his fingers slide over my skin between my legs.  I popped up and immediately stared hard into the camera, backing away from him. 
"Where are you going?" Jaegermeister slurred.
"The dance is over," my voice was cold.
"Bitch, please.  I'm paying for you."
"No, you're paying for the fantasy and visual of me.  Window shopping only."  I stared him down.
The bouncer immediately came in.  The guy's hands flew up, palms forward.  "Hey, hey, we were just having a good time, right sweetie?"
I only looked at the bouncer.  "He touched me," I said flatly.
He knew what that meant and immediately grabbed Jaegermeister's upper arm to escort him out of the building. 
"You're a fucking tease," he spat at me before he was pushed through the door.
I rolled my eyes.  There's literally one in every club.

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