Okay, first a little back story. This is before phero’s came into the picture for me.
When I first came to Houston, I was in town for about 3 days when my colleagues brought me to the strip club. I was very jittery going in there. I hadn’t been to one of these places in 6 years, and I am kinda modest. I actually felt bad for looking at the topless girls. I loosened up a bit though and before long a couple of girls came by and sat with us. The girl that sat with me, we’ll call her Jessica. She is the type of girl to me that was always unattainable. The girl who liked to party with the jocks in school, and you had to hold a certain level of respect in order for any of those guys to let you even talk to her. But she was very nice, although not very talkative. I told her I just moved from Canada and naturally she wanted to hear me say “eh”. I rarely say that, and most people say that my accent is very neutral, or non-existent. She asked me if I wanted a dance, so off we went.
In Canada, it is very strict about no touching. That’s if you can get a private lapdance to begin with. So, she was dancing for me and I said, “Damn, I’m not allowed to touch you either am I.” She said it was cool, so I went with the flow. She was fantastic. First song ended, and she made sure I okay to do more songs. I lost count of songs. They became background noise, as I got lost in this girl’s grace. I felt like I had been awakened! Like something inside of me died long ago, and was being resurrected. Things heated up, and she seemed to be into me. She wanted it to go further, and it was definitely going there. My goodness, she smelled great, and she tasted sweet, like honey melon. It was heaven, and I felt alive again! I felt desired again after a LTR that left me dead inside. I wanted her, and she genuinely seemed to want me. Anyways, we went back… it was 10 songs, $20 each. I didn’t care.
We had a few more drinks, I got 10 more songs later on, and when my friends and I left, she gave me a nice lingering hug.
The next time I saw her was perhaps a week later. Again, she danced for me for about 8 songs. And she still seemed to be very into me. A few times I found her lips just inches away from mine. Before anything happened, she seemed to force herself away. There was tension.
I have trouble talking around her. I become very nervous and everything I want to say sounds lame. Other girls I can talk to just fine. But Jessica moves me in some way and renders me wordless. We did manage to converse a little, and I asked her if she goes out clubbing or anything in her spare time. She mentioned that she and some friends were going to hang out at a country bar, and she asked me for my phone number. SHE asked ME! Well, I was in the middle of moving to an apartment, and I didn’t have a phone number just yet. Not even a cell. Damnit! In retrospect I could have offered my email or something and go from there.
I came back to see her a week or two later, and she seemed distant, distracted. Like she was not in the mood, and she was just dancing because it was her job. I told her that my friends and I were planning a barbecue party. I didn’t outwardly invite her, but the hint was there. She told me her real name, told me to take down her phone number and give her a call! Awesome! She asked me what I was doing after I leave the club, and I said that I was tired and was probably just going to crash. I think that was a mistake, and she may have actually wanted to hang out or something. I am an idiot.
I went home, and rather than go to bed, I called her. It was 2:30am and she would be leaving the club right around then. Wrong number. It was fake.
Next time I came in, she seemed distant. I mentioned that I had tried to call her and that I must have entered her number wrong. She apologized and said that her roommate (she told me about him before), was her ex-boyfriend and that it was complicated, and that he is the jealous type.
Why do women do this? You can tell us. We can handle it! We’d leave you alone, if you would just let us know! Unless that’s the problem, you don’t want us to leave you alone.
So, we chatted for a while, keeping it light. I told her that I wouldn’t be around for a week or two, and she kissed my cheek and said “see you in a week or two.”
Well… That was 4 weeks ago. Apparently she asked about me every time my buddy went there. And now my report begins!
Application dosage and locations:
2x MX203
2x Ammo to the chest
1x Instant Honesty - back of one arm
4x Meo-Est (50mcg total) both arms
2x Instant Shine - inside arms
Environment tested in
Strip Club (eh…don’t say it, I know. I spend way too much time in these places)
Self effects
Felt good and tall. Confident and cheery. Shine is nice stuff.
Effects on others
We get to the club, and I am feeling pretty good. No jitters at all anymore. We make our way to our regular table, all the while I am scanning the room for my girl, Jessica. We sit down, and as we are ordering drinks I look over at the stage. Hard to tell at first because of the lights, but it’s my girl. She hasn’t seen me yet. Her last song is almost over, so I grab a ten and walk up to the stage. She glances over and sees me, thinking its a customer coming to give her a tip. She has a very empty look on her face. Her stripper face. Then she looks at me again, and wow! The room exploded with light, her face lit up so much! She came over very quickly now and gives me a huge hug. She says she missed me, and she hasn’t seen me in so long. She says she will come see me as soon as she’s done.
I watch her walk over, stopping to check on some of the guys who tipped her. It’s mostly her fake smiles, but when she looks up and starts walking towards me, she brightens up again. She sits down and we catch up a little bit. I am in the middle of eating now, so it’s a little awkward. She says she’s going to go check on some customers while I finish eating.
She comes back when I’m done and we talk a little bit. Nothing heavy or deep, but she is pretty cheerful (more than I’ve seen before). She doesn’t ask me if I want dances, in fact, the last time I saw her she seemed content to just sit there with me, never offering dances. Nor does she sit on my lap ever. Only the first time I met her did she do that. She sits on other customer’s laps though. Interesting. Oh, she there was quite a bit of hair play.
I want to get closer to her so I ask if she wants to dance. We go over to a booth and make small talk while we wait for the next song to start. Then she starts dancing, her usual routine for the most part. But she is close to me and positions her neck so, and I can smell her. I can feel her pulse against my lips.
Now, part of her routine involves standing over me, with her legs spread. I can smell her, and it’s nice. But the next couple of times that I am in proximity, the smell seems… sweeter? I am going crazy. Second song is long, and she is getting closer to me. Lingering a little longer, sometimes her face is inches from mine. I want to kiss her so bad.
Okay, we chat a little more, about her pets, about clubs and bars. She says she likes country bars, and I tell her that I don’t know how to two-step. She says I should learn, and I say “Well, you should come out to this place with us sometime and teach me. You can watch my buddy make a mess of karaoke. It would be fun.” She laughs at this and seems a bit interested. She slipped when we were talking about pets when she said “When we… when I got my puppy”
I pay her, she kisses me on the cheek (which is unusual) and head back to my friends. She heads off to the restroom, and I apply a little TUTH (2 sprays to neck) and some more Meo-Est (I am running out already. I need to order a higher dosage!) When she makes her way back, she sits on my lap. Yes! Not leaning back into me, but on my lap none the less. About 20 minutes and then she asks if I want another dance. So off we go.
Now she seems more into it, but it’s only 1 more dance. She lingers longer, pressing against my chest, I tell her that she is magnificent, and she brightens. A few more times she brought her lips inches away from mine, but she goes no further. The song ends and we sit a bit longer. I tell her we are having a pool party this weekend, but I don’t extend an actual invite to her, because last time I hinted at it and I got a fake. Yes, I still feel a tiny bit insulted by that. Jessica tells me that she needs two more dances to meet her goal for the night so she can leave. I am now out of money so she kisses me on the cheek again, goes off to find another customer, and I head back to my table.
As I am sitting there, my buddy sends a girl over to sit with me. She seems nice. I dont remember her name, but she turns into a complete chatterbox. She was quiet with the other guys, but for me she wouldnt stop talking. 20-30 mins go by and she sits with another of my friends. Another girl comes along and sits with me. Again, chatterbox, only more boring than the first girl, and I cant get rid of her when Jessica finally comes back. Jessica sits down in an empty seat across from me, between a few of my friends. She is very cheerful now, and she looks across at me, brightens and waves. She talks to my friends for a few minutes, and I think she was waiting for me to become available. She heads off to the ladies room/locker room area, and eventually miss chatterbox leaves too.
Jessica comes down the way from the bar side, in her street clothes. She looks amazing in her street clothes. She tells me that she is tired, and really hates “these bitches” and just wants to leave. She gives me a longer kiss on the cheek, more feeling, and says she’ll see me soon.
I thought later on that I should have asked if I could walk her to her car.
That was about it. Girls were chatty, one tried to give me a massage, even though I turned her down for a dance. I had a drink spill on my face by a drunken stripper who was standing behind my chair. Some night.
Duration of effects
5-6 hours
Range
0-4 feet.
Additional Notes
I can’t quite figure this girl out. I like her a lot, and I think she is interested in me, but she has walls, and a personal life, and I don’t think she wants to let them mix. I mean, she lives with her ex-boyfriend? I wonder if he knows that he is an ex?
I think I will leave this one be, and consider it a dead end.
Misty, the stripper from the other night who was kissy and gave me her phone number, I am still waiting for her to text me back. Might be a fakie too. Shitty.
If anyone actually has the patience to read this short novel, bravo and thank you!
