word up man. looking forward to the next update.
Alright, lemme get this show back on the road before I fall asleep. Where was I? Oh, right… Raven takes the stage as Paradise moves over to Stage 2. I love watching them both at the same time. It’s like… the club is at that moment dedicated to me. Raven’s coffee buzz is really showing, too, because she’s all over that stage like a zephyr.
Fast forward past her Stage 2 dance, and she’s back at my table. “Ready to get raped?” Erm… I just grin at her. “Oh, right. Can’t rape the willing.” On some level, it should disturb me that we’re so casually tossing the word “rape” around like that.
Ah… no.
So we head back and sit down and talk for a few songs. Then she starts. Coffee-infused lap dances in the VIP=WHOA. She was kinda grabby. No, not kinda. This girl brought me to the brink. Yeah, that might be TMI, but I had to push her hand away lest my night get short. That’s where we compared notes on the last time we… uh… Right, so… anyway…
Once the path is clear for me and my conscience, I’m gonna nail this girl. And she’s going to be the one to initiate. There, it’s in print.
After sitting for a couple more songs and just chatting about stuff in general, the events of that audio clip take place, and I step outside for a smoke.
And I’ve also gotta pause again. Sorry, but… eh… got sidetracked. I’ll add more later.
-D4
This is like an addictive soap opera. Reps until you come back with the next episode!
I do believe I’ve found my calling. Hehe! Thanks for the reps, Tater!
So I get back in and chill for a little while, and then Raven makes her way back and asks me if I’m ready. Duh. We go back again, and she throws her legs over my lap. I start massaging her legs, and she’s all “oooh… that feels so good…” So, half-heartedly, and I do mean half-heartedly, as you’ll be able to hear, I test the hypnotic waters. No, this is really done tongue in cheek, but one day I’m going to put Igor’s teachings to work and pull something scandalous off. 
Getting sleeeeeepy - Putfile.com
Three songs later, and we’re both as frustrated as can be. What better time to snag a little three-way action, so we immediately grab Paradise and head to a booth wherein they treat me to some serious lap tribbing. Seriously, I’m thinking Raven’s going to get off, right there in my lap if they keep that up. Paradise is a little more reserved, though. She did pull her shirt up and over my head. That was cool. Oh way cool.
Oh darn. I need a shower. Sorry Tater and Z.
-D4
What a great radio play.
D4 needs to take a video camera along instead of just a recorder.
Any recording device is a big no no. Unless it’s extremely covert they will confiscate and break it, and possibly he will get pounded into a bloody pulp. Hell if they knew he was recording audio they’d beat the fuck out of him.
If Shakespeare were writing this play, it could all turn into a tragedy of Greek proportions. After I told a dancer of my pheromone use, she got all huffy and called me a “cheater”. Evidently, I was getting more bang for my buck than she was used to doling out.
Data’s not only using pheromones and seduction techniques, he’s audiotaping and blogging his adventures. While this all makes for great reading, I sure hope data knows how to keep the cat in the bag.
I sure hope D4 knows how to keep the cat in the bag. If not, this could turn into a tragedy of Greek proportions.
I once told a dancer of my pheromone use and she called me a cheater.
Yes indeedy. I had one dancer tell me how she casually grabbed a guy’s camera cell phone, tossed it on the floor, and gave it some TLC with the heel of her shoe. He was trying to record her giving him a lapdance, of all things.
-D4
Alright folks, let me tell you the best way to pick up strippers, then why you really don’t want to:
If one of the girls comes over and asks to sit with you, then after some small talk asks if you want a lap dance, tell her that she doesn’t have to dance for you and get you aroused for you to want to talk to her. Tell her that you understand that that’s how she makes a living though and pay her for the dance anyway. When she has to get on stage and dance don’t go watch her and don’t lear at her attributes.
Show strippers a bit of respect and they’ll be all over you. But, just know that 98% of them really only care about you for your money (See Tisha, no absolutes or all women this time). I have known ALOT of strippers, and while they are fun to party with and sexually most are pretty promiscious, they usually don’t make good friends or girlfriends!
A good majority of strippers have low self-esteem, self confidence, and many are from broken homes. They really don’t comrehend that the whole strip club scene is all about exploitation, and many believe that when it comes to getting money from men, it doesn’t really matter whether they lie, steal or cheat to get guys to give it to them, as long as the end result is that got the money.
If you still want to date and sleep with strippers though, just give the “treat them with a bit of respect” approach a try, and I think you’ll find that when you walk into a strip club all the dancers want to sit with you, they will be giving you their phone numbers without you asking, and wanting to hang around with you. Then when you get tired of the whole hustle routine and realize have much money you’ve wasted, come back to Androtics and buy more products instead of throwing it away on strippers 
I have known at least 75 strippers and out of all of them, only 2 were really worth knowing, and weren’t just out for money. Had lot’s of fun with both of them too.
The best thing most strippers are good for is going to a club with and having them around. Having a couple of attractive girls at your side is a GREAT way to meet other women, because they see with with hot girls, and figure there must be a reason for it and will want to get to know you.
If ya all like this post, or have used the same approach successfully, rep me.
Son of a…
So I get to work (where I am now, btw. I just HAD to tell this one!), after doing the 50 mile drive with my stereo blaring far too loud to be legal, and I transfer my cellphone, cigarettes, and lighter from my coat pockets to my pants. I noticed my cell light blinking. Hmm. Missed call. Hmm. Raven. HMM… Voice mail. “Hey, Jon. Just wanted to see what you’re up to. Give me a call back when you can.” HMM…
So I call back and she tells me how her sister is watching her son tonight, she’s off work, horny as hell, and wondered what time I was getting off tonight. DAMN IT! I’M ALL OUT OF SICK LEAVE!!!
-A very frustrated D4
So when youre out of sick leave, you cant get sick anymore?
once in a life time oppurtunity man…GET YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT!!!
No, I can’t (couldn’t. I’m home now). Last week, my soon to be ex gleefully and with palpable joy filed for divorce. It smacked me with the force of an emotional freight train, and I ended up having to take two days off because my ability to focus on my job got blasted into orbit. To try to ask for more time off this week just because of a possible booty call would have been too much. To make matters worse, I had to get home as soon as I could to take care of something else that came up.
-D4
Things will work out bud. Just hang in there. Just remember man. Everything (for the most part I believe) happens for a reason
This tread has been a joy to read. It is like a good movie or soap opera.
Dude…its been more than like 20 hours since your last post…are you still alive!!! How much longer do i have to sit here hitting “refresh”?! My eyes wont stay open any longer! I am out of caffeine! I stopped paying my cable bill after this thread started…dont make me regret it!
Glad you find it entertaining. Hopefully it’ll be renewed for a few seasons. I’d hate to see it die the death of cut-rate mid-season trials.
Okay, if that isn’t proof enough that I should go to bed…
Oh I’m still alive. It’s just that unfortunately, mundane things tend to happen in between the interesting bits. Work, sleep, etc. As for Sunday night, there wasn’t much else of interest. Got a couple more double dances, and Raven and I did another private dance and then I left.
I haven’t heard from Raven today, and the next time I DO hear from her will be when she calls me, or at least a week has gone by. I’m not going to get all needy on her, though she did tell me last night that she had some pictures done yesterday, and that she’s going to give me one when they’re ready in about a week. Maybe I’ll consider scanning it and posting a little thumbnail of it. I’m a bit wary, though. Might not be a kosher thing to do without permission. Before anyone says anything about possible hypocrisy with the audio recordings, you still wouldn’t have a clue who she is even if you went to the club. Raven isn’t her real stage name. Yeah, I DO actually have some scruples. 
If it helps, I work Mon-Fri from 2 PM til 10:30 PM Pacific. I will almost NEVER post here from work, unless something significant enough (like, say, a missed booty call from a stripper) happens. Add an extra hour to either end of that time frame for my commute and you’ll know when machine gunning “refresh” will be futile.
-D4
A random, amusing, but non phero-related thing just happened. My soon to be ex came into my room as I was listening to some music and just chilling out and started to say something that had the hallmarks of bitching for whatever reason. As she started talking, my cell rang, and I held up the “just a sec” finger while I checked. She said “Who is that? One of your strippers?” As I saw Raven’s name on the screen, I grinned and said “As a matter of fact it is!” I then left the room and talked for about a half hour. When I got off the phone, I checked back with the STBX and asked what she needed. “Nothing… nevermind.”
Call me a bastard, but seeing her all jealous like that gives me a happy.
-D4