Oh right. The birthday girl was Paradise, the venue was her job, and her sister gives the most amazing cheap-seat lapdances. Not to mention she has eyes that could melt stone. I’ve spoken with her before, but had yet to get this up close and personal with her. It’s okay, though. Paradise pimped her to me. 
This is a contrast to my previous report in the MX292 thread, as there wasn’t any overt sexual hits or anything. However, there was a really cool rapport both between me and Paradise and with her sister, Roxy. It was a cool, comfortable, laid back feeling. Being her birthday, I went ahead and sprung for a VIP dance with Paradse. Rather than go the direct route, I went back to how I used to do-- basically featherlight fingertip grazing over her body, which she looooves. Kept raising the goosebumps. I also kept my mouth shut and just maintained sensual eye contact throughout. We did talk a little here and there, but for the most part, we were both into the dance. So much so that it went 4 songs.
As we were sitting afterwards, I noticed in the mirror that Stripzilla, referenced in the Strip Club Testapalooza thread, was on stage 2, which meant that when the song was over, she’d be on the prowl. I said “Oh… crap. Is that who I think it is?” Paradise knew how I felt about her, and she said "Okay, here’s what we’ll do. Go out and sit down and I’ll go grab Roxy. I think she’s in the back (dressingroom).
So we exited the VIP area and put the plan into motion. The song ended and Stripzilla descended the stage steps. gulp Oooohshitohshitohshit… she veers to my right to a guy sitting closer to the stage. Ah, good. Occupied. Now where’s Roxy? OH FUCK! Dude brushed her off… HERE SHE COMES!!! She wrapped an arm around my head and pressed my face into her boobs. I think I smelled androstenone, and it wasn’t coming from me. My ears were muffled by her Popeye-esque forearms, but I think she said something about “Wanna play?” I swallowed hard and said "Well… I’m waiting for someone (and wanted to add a sheepish “ma’am”, but…). She released her hold and said “Well, maybe next time.” and turned around… face to face with Paradise. I don’t know what kind of look she gave her, but the look on Paradise’s face said “Bitch!”
She was all “I’m sorry! I didn’t get out in time! OMG!” and hugged me. I played it for all it was worth. "It was horrible! <sniff> The heat… the smell… " Just then, Roxy pops up behind me and dances her fingertips across the back of my neck. “Hi there!.. I see you met my pimp.” Group hug! Paradise said, “Yeah, he’s a little shaken up. You two have fun! I have to go check on someone.”
Roxy sat down and we ended up having a nice conversation for about 15-20 minutes. It was cool. She was telling me about the BS she’s been dealing with from other dancers, who go online and talk shit about her (I’ve seen the site in question, and some of the things they’ve said are pretty bad), and about the stalker she had, plus just other cool stuff. She’s a sweetheart.
We did a cheap-seat lapdance which means hands stay put, but it was all about the eyes. Holy hell, I don’t know if it was the lighting, her makeup, or the fact that she was just inches from my face, but I could stare into her eyes all night long. That’s what I did for the 3 minute song, anyway. I realized I was staring so I softened the focus and just pictured us doing all sorts of sensual things together. Some say that the images you picture while looking someone in the eyes are transfered in the form of vibes. Whatever the case, she didn’t break contact and neither did I.
It almost felt like I was cheating. Heh.
So, the verdict? The combination I was wearing can be summed up thusly: Instant Sensual Rapport. I have to confess, I never really gave socials their fair chance. In the back of my mind, I’d always assumed with my age and body type that I could get away with a heavily sexual mix, but this was a really cool evening. I’ll be doing this sort of mix more often, for sure.
Oh, and a word about side effects. I didn’t detect anything negative, though there was a mild sense of being stoned. Nothing that affected motor coordination, rather it was a slowing of my thought processes. It was actually pretty nice, as I’ve been suffering through a mental maelstrom lately with all sorts of shit going through my mind. This allowed me to relax probably more than I have been able to in several weeks.
-D4
