| Pretty decent strip club in downtown Toronto (Brass Rail).
Entered with my buddies and immediately after taking a seat, I was approached by probably one of the, if not the, best looking stripper in the joint. I motioned for her to sit down and told her that I'd get a lapdance on one condition -- if she could indulge me in good conversation for five minutes. I noticed she was taken aback by this and she started to get inquisitive, even telling me that I looked familiar (I very rarely go to strip clubs).
Anyway, after a while, I float into the topic of price, and she states her price. I asked her why she felt she was worth that much and she says, "I'll make it worth your while." I snap back telling her that she has to do better than that. I tell her to stand up. After looking her top to bottom, I say, "Those are nice boob .. uhh boots". She looked surprisingly offended so I told her that her bosses were looking in our direction and that she should be smiling. She flashes me a sarcastic grin and I thought I was losing her.
Then I drop the line, "Do you enjoy doing what you do?". She stutters through a yes. I figure it's worth a shot. I tell her a story about each person subconsciously having a figure in the mind of what they are worth, some higher than others and that girls like her don't know what their figure is yet. I start the kino (a bit late perhaps) as I continue the story eventually branching out into the topic of relationships. I look at my watch and tell her that her five minutes are up and that SHE OWES ME for the therapy session. She says, "OK" and grabs me by the hand and gets her jacket and tells me that she's on a break, if I wouldn't mind getting some air with her.
So I go outside with her and as we walk, I pull her to the side and ask her if she likes being surprised. She says that all girls like surprises. In my head, I force myself not to make a comment about her not being a girl. This happens so often to me, that I have to convince myself not to say something that sounds hilarious to me. I tell her to close her eyes. I play with her hands, then hold my palms on the sides of her face and run them through her hair. I tell her to open her eyes and asked her what she thought was going to happen next. She leaned in and kissed me. We made out for a couple of minutes. I initiated the stop and asked her what time she was done her shift. She said in an hour or so. I told her to meet me outside then. I walked her back inside, left, ran to the nearest hotel and managed to get a room. I ran back and she was waiting for me. I make up some bullshit about missing the last train home and told her that I had to get a room for the night and that since I would bored alone, that she can come watch TV with me for a little while. I get in touch with my buddies while she takes a call and tell them that I am leaving and not to acknowledge me if they see me. We walk to the hotel hand-in-hand. Less than half an hour later after flipping on the lights, I'm banging this chick on this dinky queen size bed wondering how I did it. My mind wanders a lot during sex thinking of things I can say to get the girl even more turned on. I need to work on that.
Sorry for the long rambling post. It was my first time with a stripper (without paying!). Only a one-night stand obviously but I feel awesome.
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