Crap, I forgot to tell what happened that night. Anyway, at the stripclub, it was business as usual. Nothing special to report, other than some latino kid getting hauled out by the bouncers to meet the cops outside. Wooo…
At the casino… well, this was totally unexpected. I just went to unwind with a beer or four, play a little slots, and otherwise chill out. Just so happens that as I’m about to leave, I pass by Naomi, who tells me she’s about to get off. I go sit at the bar and wait for her, and when she arrives, we have an hour and a half of the most candid conversation I’d ever had with her. This was totally real, and interesting to boot. She went into detail about how she got into stripping, how she probably won’t do it again since she’s raising a toddler, etc. She confirmed some of my suspicions about Fox’s, but reaffirmed that she could see something different about me. Pheros? Charm? Who knows.
During our conversatios ome drunk guy a little younger than me stumbled over and slurred “HEY WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT!? CAN I JOIN IN?” I looked at him for about half a second, then continued what I was saying to Naomi as if he wasn’t there. He then said “HEY DON’T IGNORE ME!” I then looked over at him like he was a pile of dogshit on my new carpet and said “I just thought I’d warn you. I’m HIV positive and I feel a sneeze coming on.” Naomi just about choked on her drink and the guy took off. The bartender, who was a good 8.0 blonde heard and told me she wish she’d thought of that earlier when he was sitting at the bar trying to hit on her.
After the lackluster waste of time at Fox’s, the time I spent at the casino was great, and the rapport Naomi and I had was fantastic. All in all, a good night.
Work isn’t a good place to test any amount of Dirty, and not just because the intensity could get you in trouble. At work, people seem to get into a mode that prevents anything even remotely sexual to be expressed. Fears of sexual harassment as well as job security serve to mute things, so even if there was a reaction from the Dirty, I didn’t see it.
As for the others, well, that’s a different story. The self effects manifested in a generally upbeat, playful mood with me. One lady kept giggling while in my presence. I asked what was so funny and she said “I don’t know!” and walked off shaking her head. In the cafeteria, I was talking to the cashier about strip clubs (he used to be an assistant manager at a local Deja Vu. How do I manage to surround myself with these types? ), and he wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.
Overall, it was interesting. I think if I remove the Dirty and just use straight A314 with the rest of the combo, it’ll be an overall feel-good work combo.
I can’t help myself. I WANT to see Dirty in action in the strip club and I have no patience. This is just going to be a quick visit with no (paid for ) lap dances. Paradise got her boobs done today, so I know she won’t be in. It’s also late in the evening, so the hustle will have died down, especially being Tuesday night. Gonna bring the voice recorder to catch any share-worthy reactions.
I haven’t applied anything yet, as I want to try to shower off as much of my work application as possible, but here’s what I’m anticipating:
4 drops of Dirty
2 sprays of Turn Up The Heat
2 sprays of Instant Honesty 2x
2 drops of A314
2 sprays of Instant Shine
Regular Issey Miyake cover. Not sure if I want to give Spaceland a go this time around. I’ll bring the bottle along just in case. I’m just a bit worried about the smell. I brought it with me to work and added a fresh shot right before I went in, and now the catnip/tea smell has dulled down to “generic hippy” We’ll see. I’ll post whatever deviations from this list I make. I’m thinking I might try to squeeze in a shot or two of MX102.
Your friend calls you up to tell you about the three girls he banged in his van the night before. Much to your intrigue, and perhaps a little dismay, he goes on and on about how freaknasty those chicks were and how sloppy the sex was. He then asks if you want to go out for a beer with him and a few other buddies. No worries, cause it’s his turn to drive this week.
The day was hot. Hotter than hell. The news said it was 98 degrees with the same percentage of humidity. Your friend parks his van out from under shade because he’s afraid the pine sap and shit from roosting birds will kill his paintjob.
He comes over to get you at about 6. The sun is still shining strong. You get in and immediately notice the day-long cooked odious remnants of the night before.
That’s how I smell. Freaknasty. I applied as posted, plus a “what the hell?” shot of 50 mcg P79. By the way, my application was haphazard, so there’s no use posting what I put where… except the single drop of straight Dirty I rubbed into my soul patch.
Stopped by a convenience store to get a drink and smokes. Lady behind the counter is all smiles and extremely helpful. Other lady who was standing there talking to the cashier stopped mid sentence and gave me a DIHL. I smiled and proceeded to run my debit card. As I was keying the PIN, I saw out of the corner of my eye that she was still looking at me. I was about to say something when a guy walks out of the restroom and she turns to leave with him. As I’m walking out, they’re getting ready to back out of the parking space, and she’s still staring at me.
The club was a bit of a letdown as it wasn’t busy at all and the girls were ALL giving their little “I get off in 2 hours and I haven’t even made House yet!” sob stories. Waitress is hot. I ask her what days she usually dances and she said that if she won the Waitress Night contest from earlier that she would dance again tonight. She makes me promise to watch. “Well, if you’re gonna twist my arm… <wink>”
Hustle, hustle, hustle. No comments on my smell. No out of the ordinary reactions, probably because they aren’t taking the time to have a seat before throwing the pitch. I really hate that. Finally, one girl talks me into a $20 dance. Does all sorts of cool stuff like pretending to fellate me, including biting the bottom of the flap on my jeans zipper. Says I smell good.
Stepped out for a smoke. Came back in and hot waitress is all “I promise, I’ll be on stage soon! Will you tip me?” I assure her I will, then go back to my table. This time I’m approached by Fox’s’ legendary dancer. This girl has a reputation on a website where people rate and post comments about a particular strip club. Her name is Chase and her fans call themselves Chasers. I figured I had another $20 to spare, so I accepted her offer. Very nice. She’s a former Vegas stripper, I believe. A little older than most of the other girls, but not in any way worse off for it. She’s a slow, sensual type. She’s a grinder, but it’s not violent like a lot of the younger ones. It’s more like a gentle stroke against the little guy that wakes him up. Rumor has it she’s high mileage and rarely leaves a customer unsatisfied. That’s too bad, since I never pay for sex. Directly, at least.
Hot waitress is all excited when I come back in from taking another smoke. Says she’s next. I’ve decided I want to fuck her. Seriously. She’s just to cute to let the opportunity pass by. Gonna number close tonight and follow up. Her dance is lukewarm, of course, since waitresses can only go down to underwear or a g-string and bra. She moves like a pro. Even aimed for the corner I was sitting in and quickly showed me her Pubic Zirconium bling. Did I mention I want to fuck her? I tossed a fiver on the stage and told her she seriously needed to consider a chage in job title.
Dancer comes up to me and wants to sit for a minute. I politely tell her I’m done with dances for the night. She says not to worry because she’s next on stage and just wanted to sit and “look” like she’s working. Those darn acrylic platform shoes hurted her widdle tootsies. She was steadily rubbing my crotch. Nice.
After the girl from #6 gets on stage, another girl approaches. She offers her hand to shake, and I get her in a thumb war. I forgot to name the stakes. Originally, it would be 1 free $20 dance for me if I won, and a $100 VIP dance. I never set those up, so it was just a goofy little thing to do. We ended up having a conversation that turned to complications when dating a stripper. Interesting stuff.
After that, she got on stage. I tipped her and left. The end.
Thanks for the reps Phatsounds! And Zeph, regarding the mix, yeah Freaknasty it is. I was really surprised that I got not 1, but 2 comments that I smelled good, since to me, I smelled like a complete manwhore. I’ll have to try the combo on a weekend, but it’ll have to be at least 3 weeks from now. I’m having surgery on my hernia Friday and won’t be in any shape to have a girl grinding on me. Thank you for the reps as well!
Oh, I forgot to mention that I couldn’t number close the waitress like I wanted. It would have taken a few more minutes of chatting her up, and I was starting to get tired. Next time… oh yes… Next time.
I’m about to go to work, but I’ll probably be coming home shortly. Nevertheless, I decided to mone up with a tamer version of Moneypenny. I’ll call it “Why James! You’re such a gentleman! Let’s have dinner.” Okay, maybe that’s too corny. Anyway, it’s the exact same thing as the Moneypenny mix, minus Solution #1.
I haven’t spoken with Sarah since I asked her out. While I wasn’t outright rejected (it was mother’s day weekend, and she was going to the coast with her family), I didn’t want to come back nipping at her heels. Other than a passing “Hey” I’ve basically ignored her. I think I’ll chat her up a bit and see if the mones do anything. Can’t ask her out again until after my surgery, but I’ll just play this by the seat of my pants and see what happens.
I didn’t stick around long enough at work yesterday for anything to matter. Saw Sarah and spoke with her for about a minute, but I didn’t catch any reactions. TBH, I didn’t care much. I was aching down in the hernia area for some reason, so all I wanted to do was get home and lay down.
Oh, my toy arrived today. <cackle> I may pay a breif visit to the spot to test it out. Came in this nifty super secret agent attache. At last, gentlemen! You can now come along with me to the seedier parts of town. Mwahahahahahaaaa!
I've perused that board since you've begun your adventures and I've wondered if you were going to have any dealings with Chase. That one's definitely a "fan favorite".
SyriaBrian, yeah, I’ve been a bit curious, too. She works a later shift and usually isn’t there when I go, or she just got there near the time I leave. Even still, I’m pretty busy with Paradise, so I don’t take notice. I figured since this was an “extracurricular” visit, I’d see what the fuss was about.
Okay, in an effort to chronicle even the most mundane uses of pheromones, I’ve got some errands to run. Gonna go to Wallyworld to get some jogging pants and and oversized T to wear tomorrow for my surgery. I’ve also got to go by a collision repair place to find out why they didn’t get the estimate from a fenderbender I was in recently off to the insurance company.
I’m wearing:
2 drops of A314-- 1 split behind ears, 1 split on the wrists.
2 sprays if IH 2x-- 1 down each forearm.
2 sprays if IShine-- 1 to the back of my neck and 1 in my hair.
Since I’m just going to be in customer service situations, I’m going to be looking for indications of compliance and positive attitude. Of course I’ll be laying on the ol’ Data4 charm (HA!), so…
Nothing earthshattering happened. Cashier at walmart was a cute African American girl, early 20s. We bantered back and forth as she was checking me out. “Wow, that’s a pretty nice shirt.” (while scanning the barcode) Me: “Yeah… for Walmart clothes.” Chuckle chuckle.
Now then… Gotta make a modification to said shirt, and then it’s off to da club!
GRRR! Camera didn’t work for some reason. I set it to record while at a red light near the club, and confirmed that the record light was on on the mini-dvr, but when I got back to the car, the unit was off. I’m thinking my lighter may have hit the power button while it was in my pocket. Mental note: KEEP THAT POCKET EMPTY. Ahem…
The good thing is I got to talk to Paradise’s sister, who also works there. She’s a sweetie and was just in the hospital herself with E-coli. Yikes! So between Paradise’s boob job, her near kidney failure, and my surgery in the morning, the subject of conversation was kinda… squeamish.
I’m so disappointed, too… this trip will be my last for a couple of weeks while I heal. Oh well.
Miracle of modern medicine! 5 hours ago, I was in anesthetic la-la land while a doctor was going all roto-rooter on my gut. Now I’m home, higher than a kite, and getting ready for a two week long GTA4 marathon. The surgery went well, so I’m relieved that’s over. Now then… where’s my percocet?
mmm drugs… I was hopped up off some diazepams my mom gave me. That shit is just wonderful. GTA4 marathon. Nothing like you and 3 other buddies gunning down some unsuspecting sap. Hope you heal well D4. Remember to eat well while you’re healing. All the best.
Really enjoyed reading it & man that was funny on the HIV thing. Haha reps for you buddy 
) lap dances. Paradise got her boobs done today, so I know she won’t be in. It’s also late in the evening, so the hustle will have died down, especially being Tuesday night. Gonna bring the voice recorder to catch any share-worthy reactions.