So I decided to go to my favorite place on Earth tonight - ie - a male strip club i’ve been going to on and off for years. It was a friends birthday, and we were out celebrating.
So I decided to make full use of my arsenal. I started with one drop cleo spread on my chest, 1 drop split between each side of my neck, a 1/3 packet edge gel, some in my cleavage, and some spread behind my ears and into my hairline. A dab of PCC spread into my hair, a spritz of Instant Honesty to temper the chattiness and bring some truth out also in my hair. Then I scented myself with Aquolina Pink Sugar (decided to get me some today).
So i went out with my friend and we had a nice chatty time, he said i smelled like Krispy Kremes. lol So i’m talking to my usual friends, and hanging out blah blah blah, and then this one dancer comes over. I’ve known him for several years inside the club on and off, and he had made his attraction known to me a long time back. But it never went anywhere - we always talked, but it was more real “friend” conversations as opposed to flirty ones, and he’s a very touchy feely person, so we’ve always been very tactile and huggy and drapey and stuff. But it was like hanging out with my brother. My very hot, not-related to me by blood at all, brother. Used to make a lot of people jealous too, some of me, some of him. But whatever.
Anyways - so he comes over to say hi, and gives me a hug, and takes a minute to marinate in the pheros, and then he’s like - you know - you’re really beautiful tonight - you’re always beautiful, you’re like an angel. and then he pulls my friend into it, and starts talking about how he wants to take me somewhere private right now and so on. And then he actually says, maybe i can take you to my truck. And I said to him, i’m no backseat broad hon - you know me, and you know that’s not gonna happen. He agree, and so then he changes his tone, and i tell him how he needs to put work in if he wants some sugar, and blah blah, and he said that’s why i like you - not just because you’re sexy as all get out, but your strong, and independent, and your smart! You’re a Goddess! And the whole time, he’s hugging me and telling my friend how he’s thinks i’m so great and so on.
this had me laughing to myself, cuz i know what’s bringing this on, because this is totally out of the norm. Not a total personality change, so much as our prior relationship kicked up a notch.
But it doesn’t end there. He has a stage set, so he goes and does that, and then when that’s over he comes back to me…
and hands me this gigantic pile of sweaty, crumpled, folded up bills. like he just pulled them out of his armband, his pockets, his freakin socks…everything - puts the whole mess in my hand and says “would you unfold all this stuff for me and make it pretty?” Now never in my life have i seen a stripper part with their hard-earned money quite like that. So I said “Sure!” and then he disappeared for like an hour. I sorted them, unfolded them, got them squared away by denomination, etc. ( i’m ocd about paper bills - my wallet looks the same way). And just sat there with this fat stripper knot in my purse, until he came back. I’m guessing this was the Alpha Androstenol and Beta Androstenol giving me the “you can totally trust me - i got your back” vibe.
so then after that, everytime he comes by he wants to give me a huge hug, and get a kiss on the cheek, and tell me i’m an angel sent from heaven, and a good good girl, and a goddess and the best and so on and so forth. I told him he should jsut leave all his money with me, and come back at last call so we can square up. He was like - yeah, i totally should do that! (i didn’t do that tho - i wasn’t feeling like staying all night, holding some dude’s stash, like i’m his wife or something)
Anyways so yeah, i eventually got bored, and decided it was time for me to go, - he’s doing another stage set, so I go up and give him a dollar (it was nagging me that the pile he gave me was a totally uneven number and this solved that problem) So i give him the dollar and tell him i’m leaving, and he doesn’t want me to go and he wants another hug and another kiss on the cheek and he’s playing with my hair, and asks if he can see me outside the club sometime. I pretended like i had to think about that and was noncommittal, so he stands up - i call him back, and say tell you what come see me when you’re done with the set, and i’ll give you my number. (i think this was the pheros working on me, cuz i’m never quite so take charge).
oh one other thing he said at this point - “Just so you know…i AM going to be thinking about you later tonight.” I dunno if it’s the edge or the PCC, but i’m absolutely convinced they work now. I can’t imagine what they are like in a physical situation.
so he comes and sees me as soon as he’s done - i give him my card, he won’t let go of me, wants more kisses on the cheeks, and then give me a kiss full on the lips. no tongue tho, heh, which is cool cuz we were in public. Said he’d call too - we’ll see.
Anyways - i’m not entirely sure what to do with him. Considering the entire scene, it’s prolly best not get involved, but he’s certainly malleable. I kinda like taking charge - maybe i’ll make him take me out, spend the stripper knot on me, and grill him with questions, before deciding what to do with this latest apparent gift thrown in my lap.
oh and on the way home, i stopped by mickey d’s cuz i haven’t eaten all day, and the 12 year old boy they’ve got working at 2am (is that legal?) was like…“you look really beautiful in your outfit!” as he was handing me my goods.
I love playing with pheros.