oh no mr. bill.

	Some names have been changed. And some comments added for
clarification.

12:02 a.m. 2/5/97
	At least one small hope. Was on pager duty during weekend for
[co-worker]. Hopefully, he'll work for me during the weekend of my
pager duty week. It looks like this time around, I'm looking forward
to Valentine's Day. But still, get disgusted by the commercialism.
Anyway, I know Deja Vu will probably definitely be crowded Friday. So
I'll go on Saturday. Hopefully less crowded. I'll see "Twentynine"
first. Check if she'll remember me. sample some more dancers that got
my attention from last time. Then back to "Twentynine". Maybe more
intense "dancing". Mmmm. The sight of her. The feel of her. The touch
of her. The scent of her. The taste of her. The sound of her. I want
to feel more of her and taste more of her.
	But I know I shouldn't expect too much. So what if something
good happens between me and "Twentynine". Then what? Dating a
stripper? Never happen. She's just doing her job. Fulfilling a
fantasy. Just a fantasy. Only a fantasy. Yes, repeat that mantra. ONLY
a fantasy. ONLY a fantasy. ONLY a fantasy.

2:15 p.m. 2/16/97
	Well, bit of a rest. O.K. So about last night. Of course, it's
always never what I expect. Started the night disappointed. Ended the
night feeling elated.
	Got to the club at 10 p.m. Crowded as usual. Looked for
"Twentynine". Didn't see her. Sat down. Dancer comes by. I told her
"no thanks". Saw "Twentynine" walk by. Didn't notice me. A couple of
times I check if she recognizes me. No such luck. Felt disappointed.
Start looking around. Wander. Watch stage show a bit. Decided to go
for the next stripper that comes up to me. Her name's "Twentythree".
Short blonde hair. Slightly taller than me. Curvy. We lap. Mmmm. Soft
tits. A lot of tit sucking. Slightly bite on her nipples. Very, very
nice grinding on my lap. Very soft. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that
earlier, while waiting for next song to start, she mentioned I was
cute. Sheesh. Then she told the dancer at the next booth that I was
cute. The dancer from the next booth looks in. Like a deer blinded by
headlights, I wanly smiled and waved. Anyway, I think I had 4-5 laps
w/ "Twentythree". I guess it was to dispel the feeling of
disappointment that "Twentynine" didn't recognize me.
	Walked around a bit. Then came the $1 dance. Tried one dancer.
Very light. Not much grindage. Saw "Twentynine". Waved a dollar to
her. She says, "oh, it's you!" Ah, yes. The feel of her. Just what I
needed. Next song. Watch her go to other customers. Well, sorta
relieved. She kinda recognizes me. No hang-ups watching her w/ other
guys. Then heard her name to go to one of the stage shows. So, I
waited a couple of songs to look for her. Then looked. Didn't find
her. Watched stage show a bit. Then saw her. Waited first to let her
ask other guys first. Hey, she has to work. Finally, went to her. Went
to fantasy rooms. Bedroom booth already occupied. "Twentythree" said
"hi" to me as we pass by. Went to office-theme room. Oh well.
	Yum. I missed her. She tells me she was wondering why I didn't
show up yesterday. Told her had to work this morning. Anyway,
continued lapping. Sigh. Felt good with her. Of course, she kept
telling me she enjoys being with me and that I'm fun. In the back of
my mind, dancer-trick alarms kept blaring. Danger! Danger! Danger!
Warning, Will Robinson! Warning! Yes, I know. This is JUST a FANTASY.
During our third dance, a call for her to center stage. Damn. She asks
me if I wanted to continue after her stage dance. I said sure. She
then made some comments that made me think that she really doesn't
remember me too well. Oh well. So, we headed for the stage.
	I sat by the wall next to DJ booth and watched "Twentynine"
perform. No trace of jealousy from me watching her. I wasn't taking it
personally. Knew she was doing her job, and our moments together was
just a fantasy. She finishes her set. Walked to me. Then announcement
for dancers to stage. She asks me to hold her drink as she walks back
to stage. So, I'm feeling awkward, sitting, holding my drink and her
drink. "Twentythree" walks by me and says "hi" as she walks to the
stage. The dancers finish their routine on stage. "Twentythree" comes
up to me asking if I want another dance. I told her I was waiting for
someone, showing her the two drinks I'm holding. She comments, "oh
you're someone's boyfriend," and walks away. I feel a chill. Uh oh.
Then "Twentynine" comes over and we walk back downstairs. Back to the
bedroom booth. Ooooooooooh, feel so good. The feel of her. The touch
of her. The scent of her. The taste of her. The sound of her. Ecstasy.
Delight. Finished. Kissed. Parting words. Hugged.
	And, I walked around some more. Decided to give "Twentythree"
another try. Looked for her a bit. She was already occupied. Oh well.
Watched stage show. A while later, saw her. Walked up to her and asked
for another dance. We went to the bedroom booth. Hmm, she asks for
more tips. I was a bit hesitant. Wanted to save a bit for another
round w/ "Twentynine". Anyway, decided to give "Twentythree" some more
tips. And I guess she was worth it. Scrumptious. Much higher mileage.
Seeing her pussy cradle my firmness. mmmmmmmmmmm, grindage. Then
grinds her tits on my erection. Then she turns around. Her pussy and
ass inches from my face. Very tempted to move closer and bury my face.
More hugs. She feels nice to hug. A different experience from
"Twentynine". We finish. "Twentythree" tells me she has to go to sex
stage and asks me if I wanted to try the Amsterdam room. I asked about
it. She leads me there.
	Stage surrounded by peep booths. I ask how much. She tells me
we'll negotiate. She'll be more nasty. Hm. We wait for her turn on
stage. I tell her I'll be right back. Then I head for the ATM. I
withdraw enough for another dance w/ "Twentynine" and what awaits for
me w/ "Twentythree" in the Amsterdam room. I went back and watched her
perform. She finishes her set, walks to me, walks me over the to the
booths. There were other guys waiting turns to get in booths. I
waited. Another booth ready. Went in.
	She asks how much I got. Told her what I got. She asks what do
I want to do. Wasn't sure. So for 3 songs, she says she'll stay w/ me
in the booth. It was the size of a telephone booth. She climbs in and
drew the curtains closed. Then we grope. With a look in her eyes, she
unzips my zipper. Huh? She puts her hand in. Huh? And strokes. Ahhhhh.
She kisses me. Then we tongue. She guides my hand to her pussy. Then I
put my finger inside. Feel her wetness as she strokes me more. Then
she turns around and grinds her ass as I continue to stroke her pussy.
We kiss. We caress. We hug. We grind. Session finishes. Hugs and
kisses. Reminds me to zip up. Watch her climb out of booth and onto
the stage. I stagger out of the booth smiling. Guys watch me as I walk
out. Earlier, while in the booth, heard comments from next booth about
a lot of loud banging going on. Anyway, went to bar nearby to cool
off. Half a minute later, "Twentythree" walks over to me. She whispers
into my ear, giggling,  saying that when she stepped out from the
room, she commented that that was the best fuck she ever had [we never
did, really] and told me that I should've  seen the look on the other
guys' faces. She gave me a kiss and a hug and walked away. A few
minutes later, "Twentynine" walks into the area, walks over to me,
gives me hug, kisses me, then walks back upstairs. Enjoying myself.
	Few minutes later, went back upstairs. Sat down. Watch shows.
After watching 4 dancers, decided to look for "Twentynine". Looked
around. No sight. Went back to where I was earlier and watched the
stage. Then saw "Twentynine". Watched her go to a guy double her
height. Watched her look up to him and asked, "hello up there. wanna
dance?" Me and a couple of guys nearby chuckled as we watched. Very
funny reactions. Then she walks to other guys. I wait.  Let her drum
up some business. Then I go to her. I tell her I'm ready for another
dance. We head for the fantasy booths. Along the way, met
"Twentythree". Uh oh. She jokingly [er, i thought at the time she was
joking. i think] tells "Twentynine", "hey, what are you doing w/ my
boyfriend!" And pulls my arm. "Twentynine" replies, "he's my new
boyfriend!" Pulls my other arm. *eep* One comments, "hey, we could
share!" *dazed* The other comments, "hey, just like a movie. 'Two
Blondes and a Guy.'" Some more banter between the two. I stopped
paying attention. I kept thinking - "OH SHIT! DANCER POLITICS! YIKES!
*eep* "
	"Twentynine" and I move on. Oops. Bedroom booth occupied. Went
further down the hall, and sat on stairs. We talked. She tells me she
and "Twentythree" joke around like that and that they both liked asian
guys. We chat some more. Then we check the booth again. Still
occupied. Back down the hall. Took some chairs. We chat. Very positive
outlook. Commented that she looks younger than her age because of her
optimism. Went back to check booth. Still occupied. "Twentythree"
walks by. More joking. Sat down again. Saw booth finally clear. Went
in. Back to blissfulness. A different feel between "Twentynine" and
"Twentythree". At the third dance, in rhythm, almost cum. What a
workout. Hugs and kisses. Walk out of booth. Mention to her my name.
She tells me she knows, I already told her. Er, I did? [don't think
so. when we first danced, told her my name was mars] Some more hugs. I
tell her I have to go. She looks disappointed. Tug in my heart seeing
her so distressed. When will you be back she says. Next month I say.
Come on a Sunday she says. A kiss goodbye. I leave.
	Got home. Noticed as I glanced by the mirror, I have lipstick
marks ALL OVER my face. Heh.
	Cheshire cat grin.



mars at wco dot com