SXFX
12-13-2007, 06:13 PM
I had the most unusual experience last week while I was on a business trip. I took our clients to what would be called a high end strip club.
I assured that all the clients were having a good time and were being taken care of and not taken for a ride. And then proceeded to just sit relax and enjoy the view.
A very attractive women (i guess they all have to be attractive to work at a strip club right?) came over to me and started up a conversation. Usually I'm not into lap dances, even tough this place did involve getting it in what would be called a Champaign room. But she was very attractive and wasn't pushy. She even laughed when I said that all the strip clubs in all the world were the same, now that almost 99.99% of the girls are eastern European (she wasn't, she was a native).
Any how long story short, she helped me secure my clients belongings via the use of a very large bouncer at our table and I joined her in one of the rooms. I was thinking ok she made me laugh, she was very beautiful and well I’m sure she could help me with my clients via keeping an eye on the other girls.
So she was doing her thing and I was being my usual self, hands on the side (rules rules rules) but for some reason I just wanted to look at her face. She danced for two songs and asked me if I would like more, I said sure why not. Two songs later I thanked her but said I had to really keep an eye on the people at my table. I helped her get dressed and something unusual happened, we just sat in that room and talked for another song. I went to pay her for what were 5 songs and she said she only danced for 3. Ok sure I though who am I to say no, but never the less I paid her for 4, calling it a tip. We hugged and she escorted me out by then my clients were back at the table and having a good time.
Angi then sat next to me, on the arm of my leather chare. I asked if she would like a drink, perhaps a glass of water or a soda, she said no.
But the oddest thing happened, more bizarre than the half free lap dance, she would go and flirt, give a guy a lap dance then come back and sit next to me. Over and over again till again all the clients were gone to enjoy them selves. Once the table was clear she then asked if I would like a dance. Sure why not I thought, 4/5 more songs, this time less humpy humphy rub rub but more sensual, I just couldn't help but look into her eyes, gorgeous emerald green eyes. She had to be my age (30) and tired so after the first song I just whispered in her ear that she didn't have to she could just lay down, but she said she couldn't boss would get angry. So I told her she could lay on me, I wouldn't complain. She giggled and said sure and just put her head on my shoulder wrapper her arms around me thanked me.
And I know this is going to sound stupid and many will say "Oh Sean, it's her job to relax you" or "oh you just had too much to drink" but I hadden't felt that relaxed nor that comfortable in ages. Here I was on what was perhaps the dirtiest couch known to man being held by a woman who made me feel so amazingly so totally relaxed. I could have died right there in then in her arms and I think I would have been ok with it. She could have robbed me blind and I don't think I would have said much.
While we cuddled for those what had to be 6/7 songs she told me so much about her life, and no it wasn't all bad. She was or I should say rather is a very smart woman. She was recently divorced, owned two homes; one was a vacation home, and a salon. She worked two nights a week to help cover the loans associated with the salon equipment.
We then again returned back to our seats, she only asked for two songs worth of lap dances and we came out, her holding my hand. Not tight but......how shall I put it....with thanks? By then I was totally unsure of the world.
Look I'm not what would be considered a good looking guy, I'm not ripped, I’m nothing special, I know because I've always had to work my ass off to get girls to even notice me. So why was this gorgeous woman who could make so much more being like this with me?
By then it was 4 am and time to go.
The next night the group decided to take it easy and we just relaxed at the hotel bar.
The day after next the group decided to go out again to the same place.
Ok I thought, she works twice a week. The odds of me ever seeing her ever again were what 1/1,000,000? That's great! No more mind fuck! It would just be a fluke and that's it.
Well, no. I walked in and in front of me there she stood. Gave her a hug and told her she looked great. Then asked the bouncer for a large table for the group.
An hour or so later she sat next to me and gave me one hell of a hug and said she was surprised to se me ever again. I reiterated the sentiment with a dumb ass grin on my face and distain for fait on my mind.
I mean I didn't need this! Really I don't! I just finally got in what could be a stable relationship with what most people would consider to be a very attractive person. Hell I just bought a condo with a gorgeous view of the woods and a second cat who hates me! I DON'T NEED THIS! WHERE THE HELL WAS THIS WOMAN FREAKING 5 YEARS AGO WHEN ALL HELL IN MY LIFE WAS BREAKING LOOSE!
Gorgeous, amazing, perfect, motivated, knows where she is coming from and where she is going, good with money....and those eyes! Oh those eyes! No offence to any one with blue eyes but her green eyes were the color of the sky right as the sun sets below the horizon.
And again, the same dam thing as the night before, pay for one song and got......4 or 5. But the end I just couldn't take it any more!
I'm not a good looking guy, I know my current GF can go weeks with out wanting me sexually, and I have to work hard to be noticed I had to know if she thought I was well.....good looking? Bu it mean what kind of a dumb ass asks a naked girl in a little room if she thinks he's good looking? I mean of course she would say yes? I mean it had to be a fluke right? I mean if she had seen a nicer looking guy in the club she would have been with him right? All these questions just kept running around my head, like two out of control freight trains, both loaded with explosives and both on a collision course.....but nothing. I never asked, I sheepishly gave her my e address and told her that I just wanted to ask her one question.
"Agni, do you find me handsome?"
But I never told her that, and now still confused and with a bit of a cold for the past three days I've been in my bead looking at the ceiling asking my self if I'm happy now, would I be happier with her? Why did fate put her over 10,000 miles away on the tip of some godforsaken continent. In a different life could we have maybe met, could we have been together would she have made me feel so comfortable? And as I sit and slowly watch the snow fall from my bedroom window and the indiscriminate masses of green trees slowly come into focus thanks the snow that has gently laid on their branches I can't help but wonder if there was a grain of substance in that encounter, a hint of what could have been if the dice were cast in a different manner or the roulette ball had fallen on a different color.
Or was I as usual just thinking too much and it was all in my head.
But fortunately or maybe unfortunately 10,000 miles separate me from Agni and if the laws of chance are anything she will have lost my email and I will never see her again.
I'm very sory about the length of this post, but I just had to get it off my chest and onto the blank slate that is the net.
I assured that all the clients were having a good time and were being taken care of and not taken for a ride. And then proceeded to just sit relax and enjoy the view.
A very attractive women (i guess they all have to be attractive to work at a strip club right?) came over to me and started up a conversation. Usually I'm not into lap dances, even tough this place did involve getting it in what would be called a Champaign room. But she was very attractive and wasn't pushy. She even laughed when I said that all the strip clubs in all the world were the same, now that almost 99.99% of the girls are eastern European (she wasn't, she was a native).
Any how long story short, she helped me secure my clients belongings via the use of a very large bouncer at our table and I joined her in one of the rooms. I was thinking ok she made me laugh, she was very beautiful and well I’m sure she could help me with my clients via keeping an eye on the other girls.
So she was doing her thing and I was being my usual self, hands on the side (rules rules rules) but for some reason I just wanted to look at her face. She danced for two songs and asked me if I would like more, I said sure why not. Two songs later I thanked her but said I had to really keep an eye on the people at my table. I helped her get dressed and something unusual happened, we just sat in that room and talked for another song. I went to pay her for what were 5 songs and she said she only danced for 3. Ok sure I though who am I to say no, but never the less I paid her for 4, calling it a tip. We hugged and she escorted me out by then my clients were back at the table and having a good time.
Angi then sat next to me, on the arm of my leather chare. I asked if she would like a drink, perhaps a glass of water or a soda, she said no.
But the oddest thing happened, more bizarre than the half free lap dance, she would go and flirt, give a guy a lap dance then come back and sit next to me. Over and over again till again all the clients were gone to enjoy them selves. Once the table was clear she then asked if I would like a dance. Sure why not I thought, 4/5 more songs, this time less humpy humphy rub rub but more sensual, I just couldn't help but look into her eyes, gorgeous emerald green eyes. She had to be my age (30) and tired so after the first song I just whispered in her ear that she didn't have to she could just lay down, but she said she couldn't boss would get angry. So I told her she could lay on me, I wouldn't complain. She giggled and said sure and just put her head on my shoulder wrapper her arms around me thanked me.
And I know this is going to sound stupid and many will say "Oh Sean, it's her job to relax you" or "oh you just had too much to drink" but I hadden't felt that relaxed nor that comfortable in ages. Here I was on what was perhaps the dirtiest couch known to man being held by a woman who made me feel so amazingly so totally relaxed. I could have died right there in then in her arms and I think I would have been ok with it. She could have robbed me blind and I don't think I would have said much.
While we cuddled for those what had to be 6/7 songs she told me so much about her life, and no it wasn't all bad. She was or I should say rather is a very smart woman. She was recently divorced, owned two homes; one was a vacation home, and a salon. She worked two nights a week to help cover the loans associated with the salon equipment.
We then again returned back to our seats, she only asked for two songs worth of lap dances and we came out, her holding my hand. Not tight but......how shall I put it....with thanks? By then I was totally unsure of the world.
Look I'm not what would be considered a good looking guy, I'm not ripped, I’m nothing special, I know because I've always had to work my ass off to get girls to even notice me. So why was this gorgeous woman who could make so much more being like this with me?
By then it was 4 am and time to go.
The next night the group decided to take it easy and we just relaxed at the hotel bar.
The day after next the group decided to go out again to the same place.
Ok I thought, she works twice a week. The odds of me ever seeing her ever again were what 1/1,000,000? That's great! No more mind fuck! It would just be a fluke and that's it.
Well, no. I walked in and in front of me there she stood. Gave her a hug and told her she looked great. Then asked the bouncer for a large table for the group.
An hour or so later she sat next to me and gave me one hell of a hug and said she was surprised to se me ever again. I reiterated the sentiment with a dumb ass grin on my face and distain for fait on my mind.
I mean I didn't need this! Really I don't! I just finally got in what could be a stable relationship with what most people would consider to be a very attractive person. Hell I just bought a condo with a gorgeous view of the woods and a second cat who hates me! I DON'T NEED THIS! WHERE THE HELL WAS THIS WOMAN FREAKING 5 YEARS AGO WHEN ALL HELL IN MY LIFE WAS BREAKING LOOSE!
Gorgeous, amazing, perfect, motivated, knows where she is coming from and where she is going, good with money....and those eyes! Oh those eyes! No offence to any one with blue eyes but her green eyes were the color of the sky right as the sun sets below the horizon.
And again, the same dam thing as the night before, pay for one song and got......4 or 5. But the end I just couldn't take it any more!
I'm not a good looking guy, I know my current GF can go weeks with out wanting me sexually, and I have to work hard to be noticed I had to know if she thought I was well.....good looking? Bu it mean what kind of a dumb ass asks a naked girl in a little room if she thinks he's good looking? I mean of course she would say yes? I mean it had to be a fluke right? I mean if she had seen a nicer looking guy in the club she would have been with him right? All these questions just kept running around my head, like two out of control freight trains, both loaded with explosives and both on a collision course.....but nothing. I never asked, I sheepishly gave her my e address and told her that I just wanted to ask her one question.
"Agni, do you find me handsome?"
But I never told her that, and now still confused and with a bit of a cold for the past three days I've been in my bead looking at the ceiling asking my self if I'm happy now, would I be happier with her? Why did fate put her over 10,000 miles away on the tip of some godforsaken continent. In a different life could we have maybe met, could we have been together would she have made me feel so comfortable? And as I sit and slowly watch the snow fall from my bedroom window and the indiscriminate masses of green trees slowly come into focus thanks the snow that has gently laid on their branches I can't help but wonder if there was a grain of substance in that encounter, a hint of what could have been if the dice were cast in a different manner or the roulette ball had fallen on a different color.
Or was I as usual just thinking too much and it was all in my head.
But fortunately or maybe unfortunately 10,000 miles separate me from Agni and if the laws of chance are anything she will have lost my email and I will never see her again.
I'm very sory about the length of this post, but I just had to get it off my chest and onto the blank slate that is the net.