This was originally posted on 3/16/97


Enlightenment.
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	A lot of complaints about not enough stuff written about
strip-club experiences. O.K., here's something from my journal (and
don't call it a diary). If you don't like my effort, fine, I don't
care. I'll just go back lurking and watch the newsgroup's demise.

As transcribed from my journal (I've replaced dancer names w/ numbers
(dealing w/ too much numbers lately)):

5:39 p.m. 3/15/97

	Sheesh not feeling too well this week. Work's burning me out.
Oh yeah, the replacement manager quit after two weeks. Don't blame him
Wasn't his fault coming in just in time for the busiest work load we
ever had.  Anyway, I would've been totally burned out to a crisp if I
hadn't went to Deja Vu last Sunday. I was gonna go to O'Farrell
Theatre last night, but the way I was feeling, I decided not to go.
Anyway got to recover my finances. Next visit to Deja Vu at
mid-April.... Maybe. Or never.
	Anyway, my memory of last Sunday was a bit hazy. Should've
written right when I got home. But I wasn't in the mood. Too
depressed.  My memory hasn't been doin' too well in the past couple of
weeks, either. Too many computer specs going through my mind. Memory
overload. And feelings changed here and there for "Twentynine" during
the week. My perspective has changed. See her different.
	Well, the story so far.
	Sunday 3/9
	Drove thinking maybe should've went later. So drove around.
Looked at the hookers. Nice looking ones. Drove some more. Enough time
wasted. Drove to Deja Vu. Look for nearby parking. Searched. Saw one.
Made another pass around the block. Last minute, changed mind. Don't
know why. Went further. Found better parking space. Sat a bit. Looked
in the mirror. Ya ugly geek. Blecch. Thought about "Twentynine". What
will I do when I see her. Dunno. Got out. Walked.
	As I went inside the entrance, cab stopped and out steps a
woman. Peripherally, I see a blonde w/ her hair tied back and wearing
brown leather jacket and tight faded jeans. And a feeling of
recognition. I walk to the counter to pay the cover. The woman goes to
the counter and writes on a sheet of paper. I hand my money to the
cashier. The woman moves away. A dancer sitting behind the counter say
"hey, check out the cute guy." I think to myself, "damn. not another
cute guy reference." The woman says "hey, it's you!" I turn. I look.
It's "Twentynine". We hug and kiss as we walk down the hallway. The
dancer from behind the counter walks by me, grabs my ass, and walks
on. "Twentynine" and I part company.
	I go to main area. Looked for a seat. Found one and sat. Got a
drink. Less crowded on Sunday night. No wonder she told me to visit
her on a Sunday night. So, I watch the stage show. Wait for
"Twentynine". Meanwhile, dancers come by me asking for a dance. I say
"no" and continue to wait for "Twentynine". I look around. No site of
her. Need to see her smiling face. Wait some more. DJ calls for
available dancers on stage. Look for her. No sight. Then dancers leave
stage and start asking for dances. The dancer that grabbed my ass
earlier headed directly for me and asked if I want a dance. Oh well.
Might as well. So we head for VIP booths. At the booth, I ask her
name. "Twenty" she replied. She commented I must be a regular here. I
replied "sure". Then, we commenced. Felt soft. Very soft. Short curly
/wavy brown hair, brown eyes. And hey, a pierced tongue. Hmmm.
Thinking wicked thoughts of what she could do w/ that tongue. Having a
good time w/ her. Then notice that her perfume didn't fully mask the
smell of her sweet. I was already having a good time w/ her and it
wasn't bothering me much. We continue. Feel so soft. Hmm. Every time I
start to caress her breasts, she starts covering her nipples. Explore
here and there to find her limits. Still had fun couple of rounds w/
her. She commented she's never been so spoiled before. Uh, yuh, right,
sure. She asks if it was possible for a guy to have an orgasm w/o
ejaculating. I said it was possible. She asks if it was true for me. I
hesitated. Then I said I have and it's all in the mind. She says she
gushes when she cums. Um, nice to know that.
	So, back to the main area. Watch some more dancers. Then call
for dancers on stage. Saw "Twentynine" at other side. Did she see me?
Then saw "Twentythree". Then call for dollar lap dances. Saw
"Twentynine" go to another direction. Oh well. Saw Tyler. Waved to her
for dollar dance. Tells me she hasn't seen me in awhile. Three lap
dances form 1 1/2 months ago and she remembers me? Woah. Anyway, she
has a nice feel. She finishes and goes away. And I see "Twentythree"
on a customer. She sees me and smiles to me. I smile back. Weird
seeing her looking at me while she's straddling on a guy. Song ends.
She goes to another customer. I look for "Twentynine". No sight of
her. I look for "Twentythree". She's chatting w/ a group of guys. She
finishes. I walk to her and ask for a lap dance. We head for VIP
booths.
	At the booth, she was told to wait for the lights to stop
flashing. I ask her if I got her in trouble. She says no. The dollar
lap dances were still going on. and 2for1 lap dance was coming up. We
waited. We chatted. She asked how I'm doing. I told her I was a bit
stressed out. Recently worked 12 days straight. Needed to relax. Blue
light special goes on. We dance. She feels sooooo good. A lot of
grinding. A lot of nipple sucking. At one point, she starts pulling up
my shirt. Huh? Then she rubs her breasts against my chest. The better
to feel you she says. Yum. We kiss some more. Hug some more. Grind
some more. She gets called for sex-stage show. Damn. Well, at least
get to go to Amsterdam Room w/ her like last time. Mmm. We kiss. I
tuck in my shirt. She quickly heads downstairs. I slowly walk to
there.
	She's dancing to Divinyl's "I Touch Myself". As she's touching
herself, she realizes what the song was and smiles and tells me about
it. Also, she comments that the other guys don't know what's going on.
I seem to be the only guy doing any tipping. I think "oh well" as
she's grinding on my lap. Song finishes. We head for Amsterdam Room.
The fun begins. I get into a booth. She climbs in. Hmm, she didn't
count how much I tipped her. And it was more than I tipped her last
time. Oh well. Never mind.
	We hold each other in lust and we begin. Feeling. Kissing.
Caressing. I finger her pussy. She moans. She unzips my pants. She
puts her hand in. And grabs. And strokes. Oooooh, yes. We grope some
more. I suck on her nipples. Bite slightly. Caress each other. Stroke
each other. Delight. Rapture. She's my new favorite. Session finished.
Kiss and hug. She climbs out of booth. I zipped my pants. Leave booth.
Stagger a bit. Head for restroom. Wash my face to cool off. Wow.
Intense. Cheshire cat grin on my face.
	Well, back to main area. Watch show. DJ announces next dancer.
"Twentythree" is next. Haven't seen her dance. So head for stage as
she heads for stage. On stage, she sees me, w/ a big smile on her
face. I smile back. Feel very warm. She dances. Moves around. Goes
back to me and smiles. I smile back. Feels like she's just dancing for
me. I get an erection. She continues dancing. Pangs of lust as I
examine her beautiful nude form. Eyeing her curves. Watching her
movements. Yum. Delight. She finishes her set. I start to ponder.
Should I get another dance from her? I look around, I see "Twentynine"
talking w/ a customer. Then I look at "Twentythree" as she puts on her
bikini. Decisions. Decisions. I look at "Twentynine" again. Still w/ a
customer. I look at "Twentythree", but she already walked off stage
and headed to another area. Oh well.
	Got up. Went farther away from the stage. Then watched the
dancers on stage. One reminded me of the girl that was the subject of
my first wet dream. The dancer on stage looked Hispanic w/ long wavy
black hair and red pouty lips. Uh, two pouty lips. Anyway, some more
dancers inquire dances from me. Some more declines. I look at my
watch. Look around. "Twentynine" at other end of room doing her
rounds. I head for her direction. She talks to a group of guys. I lean
against a wall and watch. Then look at the stage. A contest was going
on. Pudding eating contest. "Twentythree" was on stage w/ a guy
licking off pudding from her covered pussy. Damn. Wasn't paying
attention. So I watched. Then I looked at "Twentynine". Still in
conversation. I continue to watch the show. Then I went back to my
table. Oh well. Watched some more dancers. More "no, thank you".
Looked at my watch again. Definitely got to go. Have to get up early
in the morning to go to the job I'm starting to hate. 
	Hand on my shoulder. Time to "just say no". I look up to...
"Twentynine"'s smiling face. Things look better now. She sits next to
me and holds my hand tightly and tells me she's been looking all over
for me. In the back of my mind, I was doubting her remark. Anyway, I
told her I would've come by in another two weeks but I had to come in
to relax. I told her I was stressed out having worked 12 days
straight. Lots of overtime. I told her about getting a new manager and
doubts about keeping my job. She holds my hand tighter. Silence. She
asks if I had my invitation.. I asked what invitation. She gets up and
walks to the DJ booth. Then comes back w/ a flyer. She tells me of a
VIP party on Wednesday (3/12) night and hopes to see me there. I tell
her I'm not sure if I can make it. Might have some more possible
overtime or no job. She tells me at least stop by a bit and chat w/
her for awhile. Some silence. Then I ask her for a bedroom dance.
	I escort her to the booth. We arrive. I tip her. She doesn't
count how much I give her. And it was more than what I usually give
her. She takes off my shoes. And we went to bed. She slides on top of
me. We kiss. Then hug so tightly for so long. Move slowly. Don't know
why, but I wanted to cry. So, I hugged her ever more tightly instead.
Then, I looked up to her. Brushed aside her hair and looked at her
face. Longingly. She kisses me. I caress her hair. She tells me she's
letting her hair grow longer. I imagine her w/ long silky blonde hair.
Gorgeous. We grind. I wrap my legs around her. We hug and kiss some
more. I kiss her nipples. Stroke her back. Caress her ass. More
hugging. Then we bounce in rhythm. Intensely. Third song finishes as
we hug tightly. We kiss. We get up. I put on my shoes. Small talk. We
hug some more. I tell her I don't know if I'll be back in a couple of
weeks to see her. We walk out of the booth hand in hand. Some more
small talk. She escorts me to the entrance. We turn to each other.
Hug. Kiss. I look into her eyes. She once told me that her optimistic
view of life made her look younger than her real age.
	I turn around.
	I walk out.
	Head out into the lonely  night.
	Sadness.
	Emotional yearning tugs w/ physical urge.
 	
	damn.



mars at wco dot com

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