After Isis, the next dancer was Roxy. She took to the stage, and I was actually stunned. She was an amazon of a woman, taller than me in those clear acrylic platform shoes (I’m 6’ even). She was platinum blonde and resembled a cross between Gwen Stefani and Christina Aguilera in the face. She was easily an 8.5 or 9. She did her set and predictably came over to my table. That’s when I instantly knew that I didn’t care about what the pheromones did to her. She was as dumb as a brick. Tanya, earlier, had proven to me that it’s not out of the question for a stripper to be articulate and intelligent. Roxy, on the other hand, was Tanya’s antithesis. In shape and gorgeous (Tanya wasn’t ugly at all… just not exactly a bombshell), and stereotypically… well… airheaded. I wasn’t even going to work the game on her. She pitched a dance, and I accepted without hesitation, just to satisfy the manwhore in me. It wasn’t anything special. Completely canned, and exactly one song long. I payed up, then mosied back to my table to watch the show.
By then, a few people had shown up, so the girls were playing the room a little more. I kicked back, got another Coke, and just watched. About a half an hour later, this brunette took the stage, and where Roxy stunned me with her looks, Raven had me mesmerized by the total package. She was lovely, both in looks and in motion. She danced like she was trained classically (more on that later), and was perfect in execution. We got eye contact, and maintained it as long as it was practical given her set. Even when she’d turn and face the mirrors, we were still looking at eachother. I knew this was the one I had to try the mones on.
When she ended her set, she sat on the side of the stage putting her bikini back on, and she kept looking over at me and smiling. At last, she got up and made her way over. “Hi, there,” she said, “I’m Raven. What’s your name?”
“Prince Rupert the 31st” I said with an absolute straight face. "
“That’s not your real name,” she said, punching my shoulder lightly as she sat down.
“It is if your name is really Raven.”
She said “fair enough”, and I immediately launched into a routine I came up with that involved asking her if the men behaved there on the weekends when it’s busy. Now, at this point, I could feel the mones starting to work on me. I became extremely laid back, and every word I said was delivered with precision. I can stammer a little when I’m nervous, but this time I was as smooth as silk. I started mirroring her, and noticed that she kept scooting closer while we were talking. Our conversation was like the one I had with Tanya, but amped up. I’d bounce off of stuff she’d say. For example, she said that some guys can’t seem to get it in their head that a dancer’s job is to create a temporary fantasy and not lasting relationships. I told her “I know! It’s like they want to come here and get a girlfriend for life. I think it stems from a lack of respect for women in general. Like right now, we’re here, having a nice chat, and I’m not pawing all over you. I respect that this is your job, and I figure it wouldn’t hurt if I helped to make YOU feel comfortable, too.” She scooted closer to me, and started rubbing the inside of my thigh with her shin. All the while, we were doing fluff talk. I asked her what her fantasy was, and she said that she couldn’t pursue it since she had her son. I asked about her son, how old, is he in school, etc. etc. Basically, totally avoiding the fact that she’s a stripper and that we were in a strip club.
She made a comment about something I can’t remember, but I do remember my response. I grabbed my shirt on my chest, and in a comically exaggerated motion, started fanning myself with it. This served to launch a nice, -none laden cloud around us. I then cracked a joke, which fell flat, and recovered with “Crap… I’m starting to run out of material,” said jokingly. She placed a hand on my arm and gave me the best Come Hither look I’ve ever received, and saod “I guess this is the part where I jump you and have my way with you, hmm?”
To be continued. 
-D4
