VissiDarte@aol.com
Subject: My Brilliant Career

Okay - my turn...

6/7/96

Friday nite at the lapdance club. A nice crowd. I am getting to know more and more ASSC'ers week by week. I lurked there for about 4 months. I wasn't sure I wanted to be associated with the group. I would ask the girls what they thought of the "computer guys" and get conflicting answers. Some thought they were okay, that they were responsible for bringing in extra business. Some did'nt like them, saying they were disruptive or didn't pay attention to the stage shows. Others said that as a group they were kind of cheap, with several of the guys never buying laps so really what were they doing there anyway.

 

As I was new to strip clubs I eventually gravitated to the group in order to get some questions answered. The first question being why did they appear to be having more fun than me. I mean I was spending $300 - $500 per visit. I was stage tipping extravagantly and slapping down $100 bills on pretty lapdancers in the private booths. But I was'nt getting to know the dancers as well as I would like. I would look over to the ASSC corner and see pretty lapdancers socializing like normal people. That is what I wanted to do. Talk to a stripper without it costing me $20 per song.


On this Friday nite just two girls interested me. An*** and the new girl M****. I started with An***. She is hot. Nasty. Hardbodied. 22 years old, 5'6 1/2", 130 pounds. Strong thighs, strong hands. She left bruises on my shoulders from grabbing me so hard. She left lipstick all over my new shirt. She let me work on her breasts, let my hands cup her down below and slowly stimulate her there. At one point when she turned her ass to me I bent to lick the crack in her ass. Feeling that she turned around and stuck her tongue in my throat. This was pretty damn good use of $100. But we weren't done. She didn't like the curtained booth we were in and suggested we meet in the back booths in 5 minutes.

 

As I waited for An*** the new girl M**** walked briskly up, saluted and said, " M****, reporting for duty." I laughed. She explained that some of the other ASSC'ers had told her I wanted to try her out on her first day lapdancing. Perhaps it was her first day lapdancing. Perhaps not. She was great. Way above the house average. On her first nite ? On the first dance I lightly rubbed the back of my hand against her breast thru the bikini top she was wearing. " Do you want me to take this off ?", she said with a smile. I smiled back and she held up the string that kept it on. I grabbed it between my teeth and pulled off her top. She was hot. I didn't try the stuff I had been doing with An***. I just let M**** grind on me while I worked on her breasts. Very satisfying. At some point I laughed and said there was a stripper wandering around looking for me. M*** said softly, " She'll get over it."

 

I spent $150 or so on M***. I promised to come back for a visit next Friday too. Damn fine woman. Just as I am walking out of the booth here comes An***. " There you are!", I exclaim. " Oh sorry honey. I was looking for you but then some Japanese guy wanted a dance", says An***.

 

We get back to business. I slap a $100 bill on the little table. This booth has a small couch. She stands up on the couch, grabs the back of my head and grinds my face against her crotch. Things are looking up, so to speak...

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6/9/96

Sunday noon. Pick up A**** at designated spot. She's already ahead of most other strippers by just being on time. She had a late nite Saturday, working until 2am then hanging out with her best friend from the club until 5am at a local restaurant. Since it was too late to catch BART back to her place in the East Bay she and her friend crashed in a cheap motel room. Anyway she is where she is supposed to be, not looking really great - wet hair, crummy clothes.

 

Last Wednesday she was complaining about her lack of clothes so I told her I'd get her an outfit. Mr. Big Shot... she's been stripping for 2 years - how many guys have tried to impress her by shelling out big bucks? 20? 200? She's 21 years old, 5'9", 130 pounds. Perfect figure, full lips. Pouty cheeks. She is certain she will be a model. Magazine covers ideally, but would settle for a Hustler "Barely Legal" spread. She doesn't want her photo taken - she's afraid the photos will come out down the road ( when she is famous ) and she doesn't want it known that she started off in the world as a stripper/lapdancer.

 

We start off at Nordstroms. The $ 500 Donna Karran outfit doesn't quite please her even though it makes her look like a million bucks. We visit some trendy clothes stores. She looks better and better with each outfit she tries on. But she is fussy. Takes a while but finally is satisfied with a few odds and ends ...about $ 250 worth. Well that wasn't too bad I mutter to myself.

 

"You know I need some eyeshadow", she says on our way out of the mall. We backtrack to Nordstroms. She gets the makeover treatment from the gay cosmetics clerks. "Honey, you need a better moisturizer", one says. A few of those tiny thimbles of Max brand eye shade powders, plus some sable brushes, plus a couple of Lancome cleansing potions. How much could that cost ? $320 ??? Ouch. Well that's a bit startling. But I take it like a Big Shot and just say " Girl - now can we go get a drink ?"

 

We walk a couple of blocks back to my car. She has the walk. A slink really. She lights up a cigarette even though she says she has asthma. I see men eyeing her. Young men, old men. I feel great.


She is carded at the Mexican restuarant and doesn't get her Razzberry Margarita. All she has on her is some Danish student I.D. and that doesn't work. But she is still in a good mood. "I want to check out boomboxes later, okay?" "Sure, no problem", I reply, my back stiffened by a couple of drinks.

 

It's hard to find a parking space at the Good Guys so I let her off to look around while I go park. By the time I meet her inside she has already decided on a $ 299 7-CD changer boombox. I go for the extended warranty. This requires her to furnish her real name. Of course its not A****, why it's not even C*****, the name she always gives as her real name. In fact it's N*****. " So what should I call you?", I ask. "Better stick to A****, that keeps everything simple."

 

It's time for her evening shift to begin. She has too much stuff to stick in her locker, so I agree to keep it in my trunk and then drive her home after her shift, eight hours later. So I hang around the club all night. She takes a break early on so we can visit the local Virgin Records Megastore and get some CDs for her boombox. I tell her "Fill up your 7-CD changer. Get 7 CDs." Including a couple of double-CD sets that comes to $ 140. Back at the club it's a slow night. Still she does okay. I estimate around $ 300 from other guys. Oh and a local chocolate maker presented her with a few sample boxes. Really good stuff.

 

She spends her down time between customers leaning against me. Gives me a back rub. Wants to know if I am going to lapdance with her tonite. "Sure. A few now and then, it's a long nite." She has to dance on stage four or five times tonite. At the end of each of her sets I drop $20 on stage for her. I get a big smile. God she is beautiful. Longs legs, perfect butt... Later, when she is off doing a dance with a customer her best friend from the club joins me. "A**** is totally using you. You're never going to get a thing from her. I mean she is a total prude, you will never fuck her... So when are you going to take me out shopping ?" "Would you be any different ?", I ask. "Yeah, I treat my guys right. A**** is never going to call you except when she needs your money. I remember the last guy she used. She totally wasted him. Me, I'm different - I'll fuck customers, that's what you want right ? "

 

A**** looks like an angel. A young, freckled angel. When she started at the club at age 19 she said customers constantly quizzed her, "Hey are you legal? You look 16."

 

Before she takes a break for dinner I do some lapdances with A****. Maybe $ 150. We chat about some other dancers. Who's nasty and who's not. A**** is not nasty. Can't fondle or lick her breasts. Can't finger her crotch. She doesn't grab a guys dick. Doesn't lick a guys nipples. Doesn't do anything extra. She doesn't have to - once she she does that naked private dance between your legs and rubs that perfect ass against your dick you are mesmerized. A**** advises me that if I want nasty then I should dance with the "dark girls". I tell her I don't want to dance with anyone else now that I have met her. But if I do dance with someone else it's out of, well, politeness. To pay them for spending quality time chatting me up. " Oh you are just too nice", A**** tells me.

 

The local Italian restaurant is quite good. The strippers are regular customers and well known to the staff. A**** has a good appetite. A meat and potatoes girl. I like that - a nice change from the last stripper I squired about, a total Vegan.

 

Later back at the club she dances her last set of the night. It's after 11 and she gets off at midnite. "Are we going to finish our dancing ?", A**** asks. "Sure, lets go", I say, " but let me get some change first." I change a couple of $100 bills into $20s. Unfortunately I had discovered previously that A**** can't keep track of 5 dances when I pay with hundreds. She was shortchanging me a dance or two. I don't think it was deliberate, sometimes she would look real quizzical at me and ask " What number dance are we on now?" So just to keep things simple I only pay her with $20s nowadays. I spend another $ 250 or so on her. She is tired during the last few lapdances. " Just rest quietly", I tell her. " No, you are paying. I have to keep moving", A*** replies.

 

At midnite I drive her home. I help her get the stuff out of the trunk. A couple of bags plus the big boom box. She doesn't let me carry the boom box into her place. She awkwardly carries everything at once. "I can manage", she says as she walks toward her door.

 

No goodnite kiss ...