From: vissidarte@aol.com (VissiDarte)
Date: 18 Mar 1997 05:13:38 GMT

I began Saturday in good spirits. My fave *I* would turn 19 on Sunday.

The plan was to meet her sometime Saturday to go shopping for her
birthday present. She would call. Plus Monday the plan was to go out
to an elegant dinner. But she didn't call Saturday morning. Later in
the day she left a message on my machine. She said her friend in San
Diego had sent her an airline ticket and that she was leaving for the
airport in an hour and she would be gone for a week. Typical...
 
[ Well she called me at the office on Monday. She was wondering if I
could Western Union some bucks to her.  ]

Saturday nite visit to the lapdance club. Low expectations. Went there
intending to spend very little money for a change, just ogle women. I
mean I have visited this club over 100 times in my 13 month strip club
career - what was new that could happen to me ?  In addition I knew
the Danish girl, my ex-fave, was working and maybe this would be the
time to come square with her re: *I*, her replacement.

At the club I spot *F*, the Danish girl's friend. 20 years old, 6 ft
tall. A beautiful girl with a big smile - she should be walking down a
fashion runway not a stage at a stripclub. I tell a fellow ASSC'er
that *F* is the only dancer at this club worth cloning.

I had been *F*'s first lapdance customer about 3 weeks earlier.  
Perfect gentleman I was: nothing ventured, nothing gained. I mean she
looked so girlish and innocent, I wasn't going to be the perv who
grabbed her crotch or bit her nipple. Outside of the club *F* still
worked as a babysitter for Christ's sake. Uh uh - I wasn't going to
spook her into hating men. 

She doesn't come out and ask me for a dance. A fellow ASSC'er, aware
of my vow not to spend much money tonite has her on his lap next to me
and is trying to hustle me into buying a dance from her. She goes
along with the banter and says, " Yeah. Just one dance. I really need
it."  I say okay after this song ends. At precisely this moment the
Danish girl plops down next to me and says how about a dance. I tell
her I've just promised to dance with *F* and that we would have to
dance later. She gets up in a huff, says "Whatever", and walks out of
the room. From her breath I notice she's had a lot to drink tonite.

*F* sees the commotion and wonders if her friend will be mad at her. 
" Nahh, just at me", I say - although I really don't know. Behind the 
curtain we chat a bit. She knows I used to be her friends regular. I
tell *F*,  " Yeah, I spent a bundle on her twice a week for months, 
helping her out all the time."  

[ Now I wonder if *F* had visited her friends very nice apartment. Did
the Danish girl tell her, " my regular signed the lease for me."  Did
the Danish girl point out the TV, VCR, stereo, futon, appliances, 
kitchenware and clothes that I gave her ?  That is - did *F* know that
being my fave could be a good career move ?  Hmmm... ]

We start our lapdances.  This time I am bolder, trying to get the lay 
of the land, so to speak. I caress her breasts without a complaint
from her. Next I lick them. Now I notice that her heart is racing. I
have never observed this before in a dancer. I am momentarily stymied
- what does this heartpounding mean ? Is she frightened out of her
wits ?  Is she actually turned on ? I put my lips to her mouth and she
opens up and we French-kiss passionately. The tongue piercing is
something new to me. I get used to it.  

I meet no resistance at all as I explore the rest of her body. I keep 
throwing money down on the table. Was she desperate for money tonite
and thus resigned to go along with whatever ?  Or is this a turn on ?
- she is sopping wet after all.
 
I have a great time. She doesn't say much, just smiles. Perhaps next 
time things will become clearer. I promise to see her again next week.
I already know that I will be her regular. Goodbye Danish girl,
farewell *I* ...