#strippergame Vol. 33

 

Soundtrack: Anything by Placebo

I'm ****.
First time in almost 5 days.
The neon lights seem bright. The bass reverberates through my body.
My body high is potent and washes over me in warmth and welcoming.
It's early but that's the best time to hit the strip club.
I have a cool $15 to spend b/c the divorce and separation agreement are raping me financially for the time being and it'll be interesting how I afford food and gas for the remainder of the month.
But then, "fun" is a state of mind in the reality I define within myself then impose upon the physical world around me, and after getting in free b/c it's an off night I know I have a few dollar bills to dispense and a few cheap domestic beers I can buy while the **** I'm feeling persists for the length of my duration.

A very tanned very blonde with hair underneath the part raming her face dyed very dark grins widely at me.
I tip her several times and she compliments my scarf.
I tell her, "it's fake," and she replies, "so are my tits."

She smells good but her haphazard tattoos scattered across her body prove distracting and I know she won't be the selection. She smells good and her glowing smile tells me she's attracted to me but she's not my style. She'll be spinning her wheels later while I talk to a far prettier girl with fair skin, dark hair and an awesome body.
Some black girls strip one after another but none picque my interest and I enjoy looking at my facebook more than watching them dance.
It's slow in the club and not much better than empty minus one booth with a hipster-y looking girl groping a waitress wearing horn-rimmed glasses and fishnets that make her cuter than she would be otherwise. Well played miss.
Some older creeper-ish guys round out this ***day night crowd and I'm sure the contrast I stand with them proves even more striking.

At any rate, a tallish curly, dark-haired girl with bright eyes and a cheshire grin takes the stage. Her gaze is penetrating. She has presence and a calm, measured vibe. She has great legs and a phenomenal ass, another continuing trend in the girls I've been meeting and banging since November. There is a grace to her walk, a practice to it, in a good way, a command to her step if you will that immediately sets her apart. I'm positive this will be the pursuit. From her vantage point high above we lock eyes and she stares directly into me and I stare directly back.
She has been dancing for awhile and she is in complete control of her pace, her step, the speed of her spin, professional comes to mind, but in a good way....not in the jaded, bitter, haggard way you see with girls after a few years of dancing as bitterness and tainted youth give way to the fading and chipping paint of nails undone, calloused feet, and drug use.

I stand up and tip her, and her nails drag across the tattoos on my arm and she says she wants to see more.
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I sip my beer and she comes over. We talk and go through the usual banter you do in the first 5-10 min's talking to a dancer.
She has a cute, country accent which wasn't what I was expecting. She's a girl. Just a girl but a sharp one at that.
She gives me the usual shpeel about wanting to find a day job, she's up front about having stripped for * years. She confides more info about how the club works and who's a bitch and who's not, but she refrains from the plea for sympathy or rescue implication they do when they groom you to pay them out hundreds.
In fact, she never once asks me for a table dance or private dance. Beyond that, when the 2 for 1 special comes up, she doesn't ask me then even.

The Gods encourage me to press further.
She lives about * hours away.
A continuing trend with the cute girls I've been meeting since this past November.
She is uncommonly pretty and there's a sweet naivete to her that proves disarming but I maintain frame as this is not my first rodeo in stripper town.

We talk and she suggests I come back in to see her, the perhaps red flag, but she also takes my number, calls me and texts me her name.
She gets off early and I go for the insta-date b/c, well, that's what you do.
Press the interaction.
Finding the line between playing it cool and pressing forth is always tough for me as my game has grown more relaxed as of late and more of a sniper marksman type game rather than shotgun hammer blitzkrieg approach when I was shaking off the cobwebs and rust of marriage like the Tin Man strolling out of a hurricane on the Everglades.
But then I decide to demonstrate my interest b/c I've had girls, strippers included, in the past tell me it was hard to tell I was interested in them. I've been told my game/interest level can border on the laconic.

She suggests we talk a bit more before she meets me outside of work as she's wary of customers (understandably so), she scampers off to make some money off of an old dude with a pocket full of cash, and I relax for another hour drinking cheap beer and feeling at home.
But rather than simply tell me to come in sometime to see her as they often do, she tells me to come in early so we can talk, or that maybe grab some food before she goes in to work one of the next few weeks she's in town b/c she lives * hours away.

I head home, get more **** and sleep a hard, deep, dark 9 hours before I head to the gym and train.
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I feel my precision sharpening in my approaches. My frame is coming back into focus. I am becoming congruent on the outside and within meanwhile girls are responding more and more favorably when I choose to interact.
More and more the clarity with which it dawns on your humble narrator to eschew the downtown/bar scene in favor of other seemingly odd venue choices grows starkly and undeniably apparent.

The razmatass and rigamarole of that whole fairweather out to be seen crowd has proved fruitless and yet in other venues like this strip club and ***** dancing I'm batting well over .500 on my approaches with very little investment monetarily.

Like I have ALWAYS said is my primary belief about pick-up, off nights (IE: not Friday-Saturday) are the PRIME times for pick-up.

In other news, the younger fresh-faced girl I met has maintained contact and it looks like she will wait around until I have time to make my way to see her.
I'm not crossing my fingers about the stripper from last weekend I banged, but she's kept intermittent contact since I returned. Beyond that, we shall see what transpires with this new stripper.

The days are just packed.
Girls met and fucked counting back since I became free from the human bondage disguised as the institution of marriage, all of whom are 25 or younger:
November - stripper
December - former stripper
Early February - normal
Start of March - stripper
Averaging nearly 1 per month despite being broke as fuck, stress from battling with my ex-wife, and the rust of marriage coating my game.

I'm either right at 70 total or I've just passed the 70 mark lifetime.
I've moved out of the place I once shared with my ex-wife, so I'll have to adjust my evening trajectory accordingly but it looks like this will force me to choose more off nights and be smarter about my venue selection which is fine.
Change is uncomfortable but essential to growth and progress.
For what is progress without change, but impossible.

Good luck and happy hunting.
      - Yrs. in Christ