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December 12, 2012

James asks…

How to make it work when he has totally different tastes than me?

I really started to like a guy because he is sweet, smart, and goodlooking. But I am afraid we don’t have as much in common as I thought. I don’t really like the way he dresses… it’s very strange haha. I have NO idea where he buys these clothes, they are some of the weirdest styles I’ve ever seen lol. It’s cool with me though. He is lovely, and it’s part of who he is so how could I mind? But then I saw his apartment and it’s full of junk! Antiques, a jukebox, and just plain random stuff. I found it kind of endearing though. But the places he wants to go out to eat are horrible! Tiny, cheap burger joints is all this man wants to eat. I am cool with it because our relationship is very comfortable. It was clear from the beginning that we’re not the “fancy restaurants” type of couple. But I don’t enjoy the food he loves.

Still, something makes me want to be with him. Am I being judgmental for no reason at all? What should I do?
Thank you Chyne! <3 very mature answer x

Administrator answers:

WEll since you mentioned he likes burgers, maybe invite him over to your house and you guys could grill some together, or set a fancy romantic table, but eat burgers and fries, it would set a fun unexpected twist, and would be somewhat fancy but still casual.
Maybe you could ask him questions about why he collects the things he does, and where he buys his clothes, maybe you will find something your interested in to that you never knew before!
And if you have that “wants to be with him” gut feeling, than go for it!! Sometimes differences in personality are totally exciting and open a lot of doors for more unique dates. :)

Nancy asks…

Is this short story good enough for me to win the top prize $2500 in the “best short story” competition?

“THE LIFE OF A DANCER”

My friends Alan, Bob; and I were loaded with booze and K. We had just had the bash of the year at Alan’s apartment in Chicago, and wanted to prolong the euphoria over the night. Bob had flown all the way from Nor Cal, and was flying back tomorrow.

We had just turned 21, and wanted to enjoy our first shot at manhood: we decided to go to a strip club.

It was 11 at night. We picked up Cartman, another friend of ours from his house in Naperville, IL. He was the only one sober among us, and it seemed like he was feeling out of place with us.

We reached the Diamond club aka The Gentleman’s Club at 12am. We sat at the nearest table to the stage, where luscious women were displaying their ‘goods’. Before we knew it, four strippers Amanda, Becca, Cecilia and Elaine were ‘heating us’ up.

Amanda was a beautiful British girl, with an amazing body and a killer smile. She sat next to Alan, and started biting on his ear gently. Elaine was a beautiful Latino girl: she sat on my lap and started touching my face. Cecilia was a pretty white blonde, but she wasn’t getting too much attention from us. Becca was a beautiful lanky girl, and she was engaged with Bob. Cartman was sober as hell, and like Cecilia, wasn’t getting too much attention from us.

A lap dance in the VIP lounge cost $30, and out in the open cost $20. Each lap dance lasted about 10 minutes. Alan and Bob were raring to go; so it seemed like Cartman and I were the only ones getting no action. But I was having a great time talking with Elaine, while Cartman wasn’t making any inroads with Cecilia.

I asked Elaine her name. She told me, and then she asked for mine. She seemed like a very pleasant person, and I felt like talking to her a lot more.

“So what else do you do besides your job?” I inquired;

“Well, I’m a fashion designer; and I’m also studying in college, and then I have this job,” she told me.

“Wow. That’s so cool. You’re so talented,” I told her.

“Thanks. You have a really nice smile,” she told me.

“Thanks. You’re really pretty,” I said.

“Awww thanksss. Are you trying to hit on me?” she chuckled.

“No, not really,” I laughed.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before. How old are you?” she asked.

“21. You?”

“Wow. I’m 21 too,” she said.

We were looking into each other’s eyes intently.

“So like, how do you like working here and stuff. How do you like the girls you work with, and the guys that come here?” I asked her.

“Ummm it’s ok I guess, not really thrilled with it. The girls here are really really nice, and this club’s really great because they don’t treat us like crap. The guys, well they’re cheap.”

“Hold on, I’ll be back,” she told me. She went onto the stage and did her ‘routine’, and I felt guilty for occupying her. I didn’t feel like getting a dance from her, and I was wasting her precious time when she could be making a lot of money.

From the VIP lounge, Alan was getting his third lap dance from Amanda. Bob was finished with Becca. I could hear Bob saying “blow on them harder” and then a lot of laughter. I was feeling a bit guilty. So it was just Cartman and I, looking like idiots sitting near the stage.

I decided to check on Alan and Bob in the VIP lounge. As soon as I reached halfway, Amanda was done with her routine with Alan and she caught up with me. She gave me a wide smile, and started grinding her body against mine.

“Dahling. You look like you can do with a dance,” she said, pressing her hands against my butt.

I was slightly taken aback by her forwardness. I muttered a few things, without looking into her eyes.

“What’s the matter dahling? Are you shy? I like shy guys,” she said, sliding even closer.

“Ummm no actually. I just got out of a serious relationship, and I was ——“she cut me off.

“Dahling. You just got over a relationship. If you were in a relationship, I’d say you wouldn’t need the dance. But let me blow some of that steam off you, you’ll like it.”

“No, I’m good I think. Thanks,” I told her.

“Ok. But you know where to find me,” she said with her bright smile, pointing towards the VIP lounge.

“Yeah,” I told her.

She twisted my nipples gently and left, searching for her new prey.

It was 1:30am now: the club was starting to pack up. I searched my pocket, and found a $20 bill. I looked at our table, but Cartman was not there. Where could he be? I wondered.

Then I saw Amanda treating Cartman with some hot action, in the $20 area. Cecilia was sitting by herself on this other table. I went up to her, and started talking to her like I did with the other strippers. We talked for about 10 minutes. I was really getting to know this girl: she was an extremely warm person, and she taught children Math in her day job. She was a college student, and she looked like a 19 year old. But she told me she was 23.
CONTINUED….

Then she suddenly asked me: “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Do you want a dance?” I was taken aback by her straightforwardness.

“No,” I told her.

“Ok.” She muttered.

She was about to leave, when I stopped her.

“Sure. I want a dance.” I told her. She seemed a lot happier now.

“Ok. Let’s go there then,” she smiled, motioning towards the $20 area.

We went towards those chairs. I sat on one of the chairs, and then she sat on my lap.

“I need you to take your jacket off,” she said sweetly.

“Oh of course. How stupid of me,” I chuckled. She was getting ready to undress.

I stopped her when she was getting ready for the dance.

“Where do you live?” I asked.

She burst out laughing. “Did you stop me for that?” she inquired. “An hour and a half from here.”

“So what are you going to do in the morning, after this shift is over,” I queried.
CONTINUED….

“Well, I have a Mc Donald’s shift at 8. And then I have to take care of my two kids…” I cut her off.

“Whoa. You have two kids? You’re 23.” I said.

She gave me a wry smile “Yeah. My boyfriend knocked me up, and now I have to take care of my kids.”

“How old are your kids?”

“4 and 7,” she told me.

“Wow. I’m sorry. I guess you don’t like your job.” I said.

“Well yeah, I don’t. But it’s better than being on the streets,” she said. I appreciated this girl’s honesty.

I put my hand on her bare shoulder. “You don’t have to undress for me. If you want, we can just talk.”

“You sure? I mean, I can do the dance if you want,” she told me.

I was greatly admiring this girl’s will to ‘work’, and not beg her way through.

We talked till about 2am, and the entire time; she sat on my leg. Her head was touching mine, in an attempt to stop her from crying. I kept my hand on her shoulder, comforting her.
CONTINUED….

It was a weird feeling: this woman was sitting on me, half naked; and I didn’t feel any arousing feelings.

My friends thought I was getting a dance. It was 2. My friends motioned me to join them. I said goodbye to her. She hugged me really tightly. I gave her my $20 bill: she wasn’t expecting it.

“No, you don’t have to do this,” she said.

“It’s ok,” I told her.

“Thank you.” She said, hugging me again.

That night, after we left the club; my friends were basking in glory. For me, it was a very different experience. I felt a lot of guilt, and I didn’t know why. I wasn’t sure if I was guilty of going to the club that night, or that I couldn’t do anything to help them. I was regretting the fact that I had $20 only, because if I had $40; I could help out Elaine as well.

Administrator answers:

Has to have a better ending, it sounds as if you want to continue it. Get some “Action” in there too. ;)

Chris asks…

Please read my chapter (true story, fake names)? ‘Dancers’,please tell me: did i get duped, when i gave my $20?

My friends Alan, Bob; and I were loaded with booze and K. We had just had the bash of the year at Alan’s apartment in Chicago, and wanted to prolong the euphoria over the night. Bob had flown all the way from Nor Cal, and was flying back tomorrow.
We had just turned 21, and wanted to enjoy our first shot at manhood: we decided to go to a strip club.

It was 11 at night. We picked up Cartman, another friend of ours from his house in Naperville, IL. He was the only one sober among us, and it seemed like he was feeling out of place with us.

We reached the Diamond club aka The Gentleman’s Club at 12am. We sat at the nearest table to the stage, where luscious women were displaying their ‘goods’. Before we knew it, four dancers Amanda, Becca, Cecilia and Elaine were ‘heating us’ up.

Amanda was a beautiful British girl, with an amazing body and a killer smile. She sat next to Alan, and started biting on his ear gently. Elaine was a beautiful Latino girl: she sat on my lap and started touching my face. Cecilia was a pretty white blonde, but she wasn’t getting too much attention from us. Becca was a beautiful lanky girl, and she was engaged with Bob. Cartman was sober as hell, and like Cecilia, wasn’t getting too much attention from us.

A lap dance in the VIP lounge cost $30, and out in the open cost $20. Each lap dance lasted about 10 minutes. Alan and Bob were raring to go; so it seemed like Cartman and I were the only ones getting no action. But I was having a great time talking with Elaine, while Cartman wasn’t making any inroads with Cecilia.

I asked Elaine her name. She told me, and then she asked for mine. She seemed like a very pleasant person, and I felt like talking to her a lot more.
“So what else do you do besides your job?” I inquired;
“Well, I’m a fashion designer; and I’m also studying in college, and then I have this job,” she told me.
“Wow. That’s so cool. You’re so talented.”
“Thanks. You have a really nice smile,” she said.
“Thanks. You’re really pretty.”
“Awww thanksss. Are you trying to hit on me?” she chuckled.
“No, not really,” I laughed.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before. How old are you?” she asked.
“21. You?”
“Wow. I’m 21 too,” she said.
We were looking into each other’s eyes intently.
“So like, how do you like working here and stuff. How do you like the girls you work with, and the guys that come here?” I asked her.
“Ummm it’s ok I guess, not really thrilled with it. The girls here are really really nice, and this club’s really great because they don’t treat us like crap. The guys, well they’re cheap, but they dont come onto us.”
“Hold on, I’ll be back,” she told me. She went onto the stage and did her ‘routine’, and I felt guilty for occupying her. I didn’t feel like getting a dance from her, and I was wasting her precious time when she could be making a lot of money.

From the VIP lounge, Alan was getting his third lap dance from Amanda. Bob was finished with Becca. I could hear Bob saying “blow on them harder” and then a lot of laughter. I was feeling a bit guilty. So it was just Cartman and I, looking like idiots sitting near the stage.

I decided to check on Alan and Bob in the VIP lounge. As soon as I reached halfway, Amanda was done with her routine with Alan and she caught up with me. She gave me a wide smile, and started grinding her body against mine.
“Dahling. You look like you can do with a dance,” she said, pressing her hands against my butt.
I was slightly taken aback by her forwardness. I muttered a few things, without looking into her eyes.
“What’s the matter dahling? Are you shy? I like shy guys,” she said, sliding even closer.
“Ummm no actually. I just got out of a serious relationship, and I was —-“she cut me off.
“Dahling. You just got over a relationship. If you were in a relationship, I’d say you wouldn’t need the dance. But let me blow some of that steam off you, you’ll like it.”
“No, I’m good I think. Thanks,” I told her.
“Ok. But you know where to find me,” she said with her bright smile, pointing towards the VIP lounge.
“Yeah,” I told her.
She twisted my nipples gently and left, searching for her new prey.
It was 1:40am now: the club was starting to pack up. I searched my pocket, and found a $20 bill. I looked at our table, but Cartman was not there. Where could he be? I wondered.

Then I saw Amanda treating Cartman with some hot action, in the $20 area. Cecilia was sitting by herself on this other table. I went up to her, and started talking to her like I did with the other strippers. We talked for about 10 minutes. I was really getting to know this girl: she was an extremely warm person, and she taught children Math in her day job. She was a college student, and she looked like a 19 year old. But she told me she was 23.
Then she suddenly asked me: “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Do you want a dance?” I was taken aback by her straightforwardness.
cont:

“No,” I told her.
“Ok.” She muttered.
She was about to leave, when I stopped her.
“Sure. I want a dance.” I told her. She seemed a lot happier now.
“Ok. Let’s go there then,” she smiled, motioning towards the $20 area.

We went towards those chairs. I sat on one of the chairs, and then she sat on my lap.
“I need you to take your jacket off,” she said sweetly.
“Oh of course. How stupid of me,” I chuckled. She was getting ready to undress.
I stopped her when she was getting ready for the dance.
“Where do you live?” I asked.
She burst out laughing. “Did you stop me for that?” she inquired. “An hour and a half from here.”
“So what are you going to do in the morning, after this shift is over,” I queried.
“Well, I have a Mc Donald’s shift at 8. And then I have to take care of my two kids…” I cut her off.
“Whoa. You have two kids? You’re 23.” I said.
She gave me a wry smile “Yeah. My boyfriend knocked me up, and now I have to take care of my kids.”
“How old are your kids?”
cont:

“4 and 7,” she told me.
“Wow. I’m sorry. I guess you don’t like your job.” I said.
“Well yeah, I don’t. But it’s better than being on the streets,” she said. I appreciated this girl’s honesty.

I put my hand on her bare shoulder for a minute. “You don’t have to undress for me. If you want, we can just talk.”
“You sure? I mean, I can do the dance if you want,” she told me.
I was greatly admiring this girl’s will to ‘work’, and not beg her way through.
We talked till about 2am, and the entire time; she sat on my leg. She touched her head with mine for a bit, and i touched her shoulder for a minute: she seemed a bit teary. It was a weird feeling: this woman was sitting on me, half naked; and I didn’t feel any arousing feelings.

My friends thought I was getting a dance. It was 2. My friends motioned me to join them. I said goodbye to her. She hugged me really tightly. I gave her my $20 bill: she wasn’t expecting it.
“No, you don’t have to do this,” she said.
“It’s ok,” I told her.
cont:

“Thank you.” She said, hugging me again.

That night, after we left the club; my friends were basking in glory. For me, it was a very different experience. I felt a lot of guilt, and I didn’t know why. I wasn’t sure if I was guilty of going to the club that night, or that I couldn’t do anything to help them. I was regretting the fact that I had $20 only, because if I had $40; I could help out Elaine as well.

Administrator answers:

Dude, the music is to loud in a strip club to have a conversation.

This is a typical strip club encounter.

Dude (yells) “How much is a lap dance?”
Stripper (yells back) “$20.00″

End of conversation.

Donna asks…

What does a stripper think of working in a club? Please read my chapter (true story, fake names) & plz comment?

My friends Alan, Bob; and I were loaded with booze and K. We had just had the bash of the year at Alan’s apartment in Chicago, and wanted to prolong the euphoria over the night. Bob had flown all the way from Nor Cal, and was flying back tomorrow.
We had just turned 21, and wanted to enjoy our first shot at manhood: we decided to go to a strip club.

It was 11 at night. We picked up Cartman, another friend of ours from his house in Naperville, IL. He was the only one sober among us, and it seemed like he was feeling out of place with us.

We reached the Diamond club aka The Gentleman’s Club at 12am. We sat at the nearest table to the stage, where luscious women were displaying their ‘goods’. Before we knew it, four strippers Amanda, Becca, Cecilia and Elaine were ‘heating us’ up.

Amanda was a beautiful British girl, with an amazing body and a killer smile. She sat next to Alan, and started biting on his ear gently. Elaine was a beautiful Latino girl: she sat on my lap and started touching my face. Cecilia was a pretty white blonde, but she wasn’t getting too much attention from us. Becca was a beautiful lanky girl, and she was engaged with Bob. Cartman was sober as hell, and like Cecilia, wasn’t getting too much attention from us.

A lap dance in the VIP lounge cost $30, and out in the open cost $20. Each lap dance lasted about 10 minutes. Alan and Bob were raring to go; so it seemed like Cartman and I were the only ones getting no action. But I was having a great time talking with Elaine, while Cartman wasn’t making any inroads with Cecilia.

I asked Elaine her name. She told me, and then she asked for mine. She seemed like a very pleasant person, and I felt like talking to her a lot more.
“So what else do you do besides your job?” I inquired;
“Well, I’m a fashion designer; and I’m also studying in college, and then I have this job,” she told me.
“Wow. That’s so cool. You’re so talented,” I told her.
“Thanks. You have a really nice smile,” she told me.
“Thanks. You’re really pretty,” I said.
“Awww thanksss. Are you trying to hit on me?” she chuckled.
“No, not really,” I laughed.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before. How old are you?” she asked.
“21. You?”
“Wow. I’m 21 too,” she said.
We were looking into each other’s eyes intently.
“So like, how do you like working here and stuff. How do you like the girls you work with, and the guys that come here?” I asked her.
“Ummm it’s ok I guess, not really thrilled with it. The girls here are really really nice, and this club’s really great because they don’t treat us like crap. The guys, well they’re cheap.”
“Hold on, I’ll be back,” she told me. She went onto the stage and did her ‘routine’, and I felt guilty for occupying her. I didn’t feel like getting a dance from her, and I was wasting her precious time when she could be making a lot of money.

From the VIP lounge, Alan was getting his third lap dance from Amanda. Bob was finished with Becca. I could hear Bob saying “blow on them harder” and then a lot of laughter. I was feeling a bit guilty. So it was just Cartman and I, looking like idiots sitting near the stage.

I decided to check on Alan and Bob in the VIP lounge. As soon as I reached halfway, Amanda was done with her routine with Alan and she caught up with me. She gave me a wide smile, and started grinding her body against mine.
“Dahling. You look like you can do with a dance,” she said, pressing her hands against my butt.
I was slightly taken aback by her forwardness. I muttered a few things, without looking into her eyes.
“What’s the matter dahling? Are you shy? I like shy guys,” she said, sliding even closer.
“Ummm no actually. I just got out of a serious relationship, and I was —-“she cut me off.
“Dahling. You just got over a relationship. If you were in a relationship, I’d say you wouldn’t need the dance. But let me blow some of that steam off you, you’ll like it.”
“No, I’m good I think. Thanks,” I told her.
“Ok. But you know where to find me,” she said with her bright smile, pointing towards the VIP lounge.
“Yeah,” I told her.
She twisted my nipples gently and left, searching for her new prey.
It was 1:30am now: the club was starting to pack up. I searched my pocket, and found a $20 bill. I looked at our table, but Cartman was not there. Where could he be? I wondered.

Then I saw Amanda treating Cartman with some hot action, in the $20 area. Cecilia was sitting by herself on this other table. I went up to her, and started talking to her like I did with the other strippers. We talked for about 10 minutes. I was really getting to know this girl: she was an extremely warm person, and she taught children Math in her day job. She was a college student, and she looked like a 19 year old. But she told me she was 23.
Then she suddenly asked me: “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Do you want a dance?” I was taken aback by her straightforwardness.
cont:

“No,” I told her.
“Ok.” She muttered.
She was about to leave, when I stopped her.
“Sure. I want a dance.” I told her. She seemed a lot happier now.
“Ok. Let’s go there then,” she smiled, motioning towards the $20 area.

We went towards those chairs. I sat on one of the chairs, and then she sat on my lap.
“I need you to take your jacket off,” she said sweetly.
“Oh of course. How stupid of me,” I chuckled. She was getting ready to undress.
I stopped her when she was getting ready for the dance.
“Where do you live?” I asked.
She burst out laughing. “Did you stop me for that?” she inquired. “An hour and a half from here.”
“So what are you going to do in the morning, after this shift is over,” I queried.
“Well, I have a Mc Donald’s shift at 8. And then I have to take care of my two kids…” I cut her off.
“Whoa. You have two kids? You’re 23.” I said.
She gave me a wry smile “Yeah. My boyfriend knocked me up, and now I have to take care of my kids.”
“How old are your kids?”
cont:

“4 and 7,” she told me.
“Wow. I’m sorry. I guess you don’t like your job.” I said.
“Well yeah, I don’t. But it’s better than being on the streets,” she said. I appreciated this girl’s honesty.

I put my hand on her bare shoulder. “You don’t have to undress for me. If you want, we can just talk.”
“You sure? I mean, I can do the dance if you want,” she told me.
I was greatly admiring this girl’s will to ‘work’, and not beg her way through.
We talked till about 2am, and the entire time; she sat on my leg. Her head was touching mine, in an attempt to stop her from crying. I kept my hand on her shoulder, comforting her. It was a weird feeling: this woman was sitting on me, half naked; and I didn’t feel any arousing feelings.

My friends thought I was getting a dance. It was 2. My friends motioned me to join them. I said goodbye to her. She hugged me really tightly. I gave her my $20 bill: she wasn’t expecting it.
“No, you don’t have to do this,” she said.
“It’s ok,” I told her.
cont:

“Thank you.” She said, hugging me again.

That night, after we left the club; my friends were basking in glory. For me, it was a very different experience. I felt a lot of guilt, and I didn’t know why. I wasn’t sure if I was guilty of going to the club that night, or that I couldn’t do anything to help them. I was regretting the fact that I had $20 only, because if I had $40; I could help out Elaine as well.
lolalove:

well, she was sitting on my lap/leg. I put my arm on her shoulder for like a few minutes. We were sitting in a place where there werent too many guards around.

Administrator answers:

I have Never heard of a strip club where you could sit with your hands on the dancer (even her shoulder) for a half hour without one of the security guys saying something, especially if she looks like she may be crying…
And i think that alot of gals would prefer that you call them “dancers” instead of repeating “stripper” over and over.
That said, it is pretty good. You have some places where it doesn’t flow well (Alot of “she said’s, “I said’s”) but if you polish it up, it should be fine.
A lot of dancers are just like you said, single moms trying to make ends meet. They are usually all business but they are still people and you made that connection well.

EDIT:
I understand :) I was just trying to think of things that might make a reader go, “What a minute!!…” (cause the club around here, apparently one of the guards threatens patrons with a cattle prod if they touch the gals lol)

Mary asks…

What do you think of the chapter of the book i’m writing? All the things I have mentioned are true…?

My friends Alan, Bob; and I were loaded with booze and K. We had just had the bash of the year at Alan’s apartment in Chicago, and wanted to prolong the euphoria over the night. Bob had flown all the way from Nor Cal, and was flying back tomorrow.
We had just turned 21, and wanted to enjoy our first shot at manhood: we decided to go to a strip club.

It was 11 at night. We picked up Cartman, another friend of ours from his house in Naperville, IL. He was the only one sober among us, and it seemed like he was feeling out of place with us.

We reached the Diamond club aka The Gentleman’s Club at 12am. We sat at the nearest table to the stage, where luscious women were displaying their ‘goods’. Before we knew it, four strippers Amanda, Becca, Cecilia and Elaine were ‘heating us’ up.

Amanda was a beautiful British girl, with an amazing body and a killer smile. She sat next to Alan, and started biting on his ear gently. Elaine was a beautiful Latino girl: she sat on my lap and started touching my face. Cecilia was a pretty white blonde, but she wasn’t getting too much attention from us. Becca was a beautiful lanky girl, and she was engaged with Bob. Cartman was sober as hell, and like Cecilia, wasn’t getting too much attention from us.

A lap dance in the VIP lounge cost $30, and out in the open cost $20. Each lap dance lasted about 10 minutes. Alan and Bob were raring to go; so it seemed like Cartman and I were the only ones getting no action. But I was having a great time talking with Elaine, while Cartman wasn’t making any inroads with Cecilia.

I asked Elaine her name. She told me, and then she asked for mine. She seemed like a very pleasant person, and I felt like talking to her a lot more.
“So what else do you do besides your job?” I inquired;
“Well, I’m a fashion designer; and I’m also studying in college, and then I have this job,” she told me.
“Wow. That’s so cool. You’re so talented,” I told her.
“Thanks. You have a really nice smile,” she told me.
“Thanks. You’re really pretty,” I said.
“Awww thanksss. Are you trying to hit on me?” she chuckled.
“No, not really,” I laughed.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before. How old are you?” she asked.
“21. You?”
“Wow. I’m 21 too,” she said.
We were looking into each other’s eyes intently.
“So like, how do you like working here and stuff. How do you like the girls you work with, and the guys that come here?” I asked her.
“Ummm it’s ok I guess, not really thrilled with it. The girls here are really really nice, and this club’s really great because they don’t treat us like crap. The guys, well they’re cheap.”
“Hold on, I’ll be back,” she told me. She went onto the stage and did her ‘routine’, and I felt guilty for occupying her. I didn’t feel like getting a dance from her, and I was wasting her precious time when she could be making a lot of money.

From the VIP lounge, Alan was getting his third lap dance from Amanda. Bob was finished with Becca. I could hear Bob saying “blow on them harder” and then a lot of laughter. I was feeling a bit guilty. So it was just Cartman and I, looking like idiots sitting near the stage.

I decided to check on Alan and Bob in the VIP lounge. As soon as I reached halfway, Amanda was done with her routine with Alan and she caught up with me. She gave me a wide smile, and started grinding her body against mine.
“Dahling. You look like you can do with a dance,” she said, pressing her hands against my butt.
I was slightly taken aback by her forwardness. I muttered a few things, without looking into her eyes.
“What’s the matter dahling? Are you shy? I like shy guys,” she said, sliding even closer.
“Ummm no actually. I just got out of a serious relationship, and I was —-“she cut me off.
“Dahling. You just got over a relationship. If you were in a relationship, I’d say you wouldn’t need the dance. But let me blow some of that steam off you, you’ll like it.”
“No, I’m good I think. Thanks,” I told her.
“Ok. But you know where to find me,” she said with her bright smile, pointing towards the VIP lounge.
“Yeah,” I told her.
She twisted my nipples gently and left, searching for her new prey.
It was 1:30am now: the club was starting to pack up. I searched my pocket, and found a $20 bill. I looked at our table, but Cartman was not there. Where could he be? I wondered.

Then I saw Amanda treating Cartman with some hot action, in the $20 area. Cecilia was sitting by herself on this other table. I went up to her, and started talking to her like I did with the other strippers. We talked for about 10 minutes. I was really getting to know this girl: she was an extremely warm person, and she taught children Math in her day job. She was a college student, and she looked like a 19 year old. But she told me she was 23.
Then she suddenly asked me: “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Do you want a dance?” I was taken aback by her straightforwardness.
“No,” I
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“No,” I told her.
“Ok.” She muttered.
She was about to leave, when I stopped her.
“Sure. I want a dance.” I told her. She seemed a lot happier now.
“Ok. Let’s go there then,” she smiled, motioning towards the $20 area.

We went towards those chairs. I sat on one of the chairs, and then she sat on my lap.
“I need you to take your jacket off,” she said sweetly.
“Oh of course. How stupid of me,” I chuckled. She was getting ready to undress.
I stopped her when she was getting ready for the dance.
“Where do you live?” I asked.
She burst out laughing. “Did you stop me for that?” she inquired. “An hour and a half from here.”
“So what are you going to do in the morning, after this shift is over,” I queried.
“Well, I have a Mc Donald’s shift at 8. And then I have to take care of my two kids…” I cut her off.
“Whoa. You have two kids? You’re 23.” I said.
She gave me a wry smile “Yeah. My boyfriend knocked me up, and now I have to take care of my kids.”
“How old are your kids?”
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“4 and 7,” she told me.
“Wow. I’m sorry. I guess you don’t like your job.” I said.
“Well yeah, I don’t. But it’s better than being on the streets,” she said. I appreciated this girl’s honesty.

I put my hand on her bare shoulder. “You don’t have to undress for me. If you want, we can just talk.”
“You sure? I mean, I can do the dance if you want,” she told me.
I was greatly admiring this girl’s will to ‘work’, and not beg her way through.
We talked till about 2am, and the entire time; she sat on my leg. Her head was touching mine, in an attempt to stop her from crying. I kept my hand on her shoulder, comforting her. It was a weird feeling: this woman was sitting on me, half naked; and I didn’t feel any arousing feelings.

My friends thought I was getting a dance. It was 2. My friends motioned me to join them. I said goodbye to her. She hugged me really tightly. I gave her my $20 bill: she wasn’t expecting it.
“No, you don’t have to do this,” she said.
“It’s ok,” I told her.
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“It’s ok,” I told her.
“Thank you.” She said, hugging me again.

That night, after we left the club; my friends were basking in glory. For me, it was a very different experience. I felt a lot of guilt, and I didn’t know why. I wasn’t sure if I was guilty of going to the club that night, or that I couldn’t do anything to help them. I was regretting the fact that I had $20 only, because if I had $40; I could help out Elaine as well.

Administrator answers:

Well, this chapter was…interesting. Never really seen a situation with adult entertainers take a turn like that. Nice job, although it would’ve been better if there were some more dialogue between the speaker and his friends; it sounds as though they’re just put there and not given any animation at all. That’s just the two cents that I wanted to put in there.

Helen asks…

What should I be for Halloween? 20 year old college student.?

Alright, so I have thought long and hard. And have several options. They are all homemade because I wasn’t into spending money. I mean I did find this bad@$$ gladiator costume but it was 60 bucks. And I’m going out 3 maybe 4 nights…

Thursday night I’m not sure yet depends on if I get stuff done for class on Friday morning. Friday I am going out for sure but I have to go work medical staff at a football game for my major so I won’t be back at my apartment until like 11PM at the latest, so that night I will need something quick and easy to put together. And Saturday I wanted to go hard and go as something real cool. And then Monday I’m going to a party for my major so it needs to be something silly. I was thinking about being the sundrop girl for that party.

My choices for the weekend are:

a nerd – blue jean shorts, sequin suspenders, tank top, glasses, spinny hat
a fairy – pink lace top (unitart), short white tutu, and I would need to buy wings still
cavegirl – made the dress my senior year out of an animal print cloth, dress that ties around my neck its short and I would tease and crimp my hair. I have this stick thing and then I would probably put make up on my face to make it look rough (dirtyish)
indian – bought it my freshman year of college
sun drop girl – gonna look awesome
greek goddess – white toga, gold jewelery
security guard – black shorts, black v-neck, fishnets hose, badge, and i’d walk around giving out “citations”

Soooo tell me what you think I should be each day. Or even if you have other ideas that would be cheap and easy to do.

Administrator answers:

If your going out four different nights then wear a different costume every night because if you run into any of the same people from the night before you’ll look better with a different outfit on.

I suggest the Cavegirl, Sundrop Girl,Greek goddess, and the Indian girl.

Hope you have Fun!!

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