Pretending to Like You

One of the interesting things about human existance is the exploitation of others. Not so much BAD exploitation, it's people using natural talents and abilities to accomplish... something.

I'm not saying it's BAD, once again.

So I go to a strip club last night. Why? Um.... don't know. Well, yes, I do.

Yesterday, Linda told me something interesting. She said "Erik, you are so unattractive, but so sexy." It bugged me all day. Diana said it's because my mind is sexy. Somehow, that doesn't seem to help matters any. Linda's got a girl she's actively persuing, which is fine, after all, we're not a couple. But it seems that her motivation is that she's cute... which once again hammers home that no matter what I am on the inside, without an outside that beckons, no one will discover that inner goo. Sexy or not.

Anywho, at a strip club, it's real interesting. They get up, dance a little, take clothes off, then the dancers walk around "working" the bar, soliciting for tips. I'm not very good at tipping the dancers. I would see around and some would be wrapping arms around the patrons and pulling off their tops and kind of thrusting towards them... whereas I get a gentle stroke along the back and asked "did you like my dance?" Not that I'm ungrateful, it's just that they see me and seem to know they don't need to try hard. They can smell the lonliness, methinks.

BUT for $25, they'll pretend to like you. You get led into the VIP room, where you get a nice private, UBER comfortable seat. It's like three persons wide... so... I suppose they know the audience.

Actually, no, it's because when they call it a Friction Dance, they fucking mean it. It's hard to describe in retrospect... actually, no, it's real easy. Well ok. They started by making small talk, like "I'm turning 22 soon" and "I've been here on and off for two years" and stuff like that. I sat with your legs apart and the girl I had sat on my lap facing me, grinding into my crotch. She pushed her body close to my face and I could smell the perfume. I believe the scent was "Hussy, by Calvin Klein". A few times after that, she would back up and push her body close to me, her boobs in my face. She was fully clothed, if a bikini counts as fully clothed, which in my world, it does. She would also pull out and put her head down and hit my crotch with the back of her head and roll her head around to the forehead and then let her hair drop and run that across the front of my body and then giving me a close up of her boobs and... that scent again.

Scent is tied to memory.

Anywho, she also turned around a few times and grinded me that way and that was pretty hot because she was spread and she really, um, make sure I was in a good position to enjoy it. I could see myself enjoying it more if I were wearing something tight that transferred the feelings over better... but it still felt GOOD. And, yeah, thigh/leg to the crotch. That's kinda cool.

I went with Diana. I got her a few lap dances. I saw one of them... it was neat watching her get one from the same girl I got from. Some touching is allowed so I have to say it was kind of a turn on watching her enjoy the dance. I was pleased.

Later I got her another lap dance with someone she really liked and she said she had a much better dance. I didn't see it, but she said she got to suck on some boobies and they rubbed each other in a special place and stuff. Hmmm....

Girls Club.

But, that's the verdict. For a bit of time, and for a bit of cost, someone makes pretend she likes you and wants to turn you on. She wouldn't give me the time of day normally, but once inside the power shifts. Slightly. I'm still paying, so I guess it doesn't shift that much.

I'd say something about strippers, but even ordinary girls-next-door don't give me the time of day either. So, nyah.