ASSC: My year without faves

Visited *I* on her last nite at the lapdance club. She is ticked off
- it hasn't been a good nite. She was late for her previous stage
dance and as penalty she is not allowed to solicit lapdances until
after her next stage dance. 

We go out for a drink and that pulls her out of her bad mood. We talk.
She says that I am the only customer that she lets touch her. And
that is because she considers me a "friend". She says, " Maybe I should
just see you outside of the club."  In New Orleans ( she is headed
there for the jazz festival ) she and a friend will work at an
upscale gentleman's club that doesn't allow touching.
  
Back at the club we do our final lapdances. The hottest ever.  
I guess she wanted to say good bye in a very physical way. ( I have
been her regular since the nite I first saw her in September. )
Powerful, forceful sexplay. Everything is rougher than before. In one
position her head gets banged against the wall a few times. She 
doesn't appear to notice. She plays with my dick -  repeatedly 
jacking me off.  I play with her pussy and whip her clit
over and over again. We go thru many positions. We have a small 
couch to work on. I play with her from the front, from behind, and 
from my knees.  She is an equal partner, strong and agile. We french
kiss passionately, she bites me hard leaving marks all over.

After about 45 minutes she says she needs a rest. I feel great - I
still have a hard-on. 

She is supposed to work Thursday, Friday, Saturday evening at her
restaurant job. I tell her I will go visit her there. But I know I
won't. She promises to call me and meet once again before she flies
away. But she never calls.

I compare my last tango with *I* to the lapdances I received from *F*
two weeks earlier. *F* and I had wetter, sloppier french kisses. At one
point when I step back from her, releasing my fingers and breaking off
a kiss ( i.e, her head tilted down to me. At 6 ft she is rather taller
than me. ) - saliva drooled from her mouth onto her breast. 
Our saliva ...

Still I miss *I*  when she is gone. But I figure I still have *F* in
reserve. But *F* doesn't show up for her next shift. Or the one after.
Soon one month has passed since my last visit with *F*. I give up on
her figuring she has quit dancing or gone back to her hometown.  

So for the first time in a year I have no special dancer to look forward
to at the club. I figure that's just as well. I saw three dancers
outside of the club over the last year. Lots of dinners/drinks but no
real intimacy, or real sex. *I* said something to me before she left,
something like, " You're a nice guy. I don't want the other girls to
use you." ( She didn't add, 'like I used you'. )  I just shrugged my 
shoulders and said, " I let girls use me."

[ And why not ?  Outside of stripclubs my world is messy, painful and
not always a pretty site. I'm surrounded by grownups with grownup 
problems. It's a lot easier dealing with the pretty "kids" at stripclubs.
There they only ask for money, nothing more. That keeps things simple. ]
 
So with no fave around I figure I am ready for year two, a year without
faves. My plan is to play the field and sample all the girls like I did
a year ago. But this time I won't see any of the girls outside of the
club. No more dinners, no more TV sets.   

But something unexpected happens. *F* calls me at home. It's unexpected
because she doesn't have my number. She explains that she got my number
from the Danish girl, the fave before *I*. *F* tells me she has been
missing from the club for a few weeks due to some dorky problems. But
she will be working tonite.

So I go visit her at the club. Right away we have some amazingly hot 
lapdances behind the curtains. Everything from sloppy french kisses to
my face buried in her snatch.

We break for her stage dance. Afterwards we go get dinner and drinks.
Returning to the club the other girls bug me for dances when she is
away from me. The Danish girl, my old fave, gets one dance for $ 20 out
of me. She is furious, I laugh. 

*F* and I do more lapdances. Behind the curtains nothing fazes her.
I think about a stripclub's blurry line dividing reality from fantasy
as I lick her ass. The hell with that line. 

Her heart is pounding furiously as in our previous sessions. For the
first time in my year at this club I use the ATM machine. ( although
it's not the first time I have been used as an ATM machine )  *F* has
hit the jackpot tonite.
 
So '1997 - The year without faves'. 

I guess I'm off to a slow start.