Entry 39

OK Diary while this is still fresh let me get this down. I
am so horny right now I can’t sit still! OK this is why:

   I was at the danceclub where I am an erotic performer. It
was pretty slow for a Friday. There were 6 men and 1 woman
in the club, and there were tooooo many dancers working (7).
A couple of us started doing doubles- you know like teams.
The bad side is tips are all split so you usually make less
than normal, the good side is it sparks the crowd and they
start tipping and watching. Like priming a pump, you know.
   So anyways Kimmie and I did a thing where she was in this
2 piece white bikini, and I had on the blue-green bikini. We
laid out towels and had sunglasses on, and instead of
dancing, it was like “watch the two blondes rub lotion on
each other”. We made 4 dollars which was totally unfair, cuz
we sizzled, but there just wasn’t anyone there to tip! So
Kim goes in back to the green room- the break room. I go out
“on the floor” and I’m still greasy and shiny from the oil-
reeking of coconut! I go around to the table with 3 guys,
near the bathrooms and back exit.  They looked like either
college or maybe medical interns, that kind. So I decide to
use the straightforward approach and make my drink quota of
6 that night, as early as I could.
   I asked the man on the right if “one of you good looking
men could buy me a drink”, that “I’d be so grateful”, like
that. Crud I use to know his name, he told me. Anyways he
says “sure” he’d buy me a drink, and he’s fishing in his
wallet. The guy in the middle, the young one, says “I have 2
dollars,” and I smiled, you have to. He was going to spend
his last 2 dollars on me, you know? So the guy on the left
pulls a 20 out of his right front pocket. He had like bad
teeth or a scar but I can’t remember now what it was, it
wasn’t good. Anyways, then the man on the right says, “will
you take this?”
   Diary it was a crystal spear as round as my fist and
twice as long, really sharp and pointy on both ends! So
knowing how much I love crystals, I’m sizing it deciding if
I want to spend my own money on a drink, just to have that
absolutely gorgeous crystal! He mentioned it didn’t have any
flaws so I checked it out as he spun it. I didn’t see any
chips so I decided to count the facets in it; cuz I guess it
might be more valuable if it has more. Anyways I remember
counting over a hundred. The guys were all talking and stuff
and I can’t remember what they were saying but I guess it
just didn’t matter. I lost count when the one on the left
said something like “Hey Bitch”. I looked up, and at first I
was sooo offended but I can’t lose my job so I smile a
little and say, “well thank you anyways”. I was going to
leave but the guy on the right asked me to stay so I said,
“OK, but just for a second.” He said there wasn’t any room
at the table, and there really wasn’t so I sat on the floor.
Years of dancing makes sitting on the floor feel just as
natural as a chair, better for you even!
   He told me his name, I still can’t remember it but I
remember how he looked- he was a hotty, totally! I think he
had brown hair, or kinda blonde. A strong face and I’m
pretty sure he had strong arms- those and a muscular butt
are what really set me on fire, and sitting beside him I was
in flames, but he didn’t know that then, see. He asked me if
I was ok, and I said sure. He asked me what I was thinking,
cuz I guess I was looking like that, so I told him about the
flames. I blushed, and Diary, I’m a true blonde- I blush a
deep purple! But he just smiled. Then he told me about why
they were there.
   The boy in the middle- doublecrud! What was his name? He
turned 18 and he wanted to give him a special night, and
wanted me to go with them back to their hotel. I get that a
lot. Erotic performers are NOT hookers though. So I said I
would ask, and of course the manager says NO WAY, I couldn’t
go, I was on the schedule! So I walk back and tell them.
This is where things got weird Dairy.
   I walked up to them see, and I looked at the boy, and
said, “I’m sorry hon, I’m not able to go, but I could give
you a lapdance,” and I looked at the stud on the right and
said, “They’re 10 dollars for one song.”  I remember Dazzle
was up on stage, and her fav song just started, called Oh
My. Anyways Stud says “lets see if its worth it, give us a
sample”, so I start moving to the music. My hips start
making slow rolls, and like, gyrating. My arms float out and
I really get into it! I lift my hair with my hands, and
shake it all over. I bend over at the waist and shimmy,
switching hips and really getting turned on myself. It
happens sometimes you know. Dancers are human and I
certainly am and the thought of that boy getting turned on
was making me hot. So I stop, and smile, sort of waiting for
applause or something, and the one on the left says, “That’s
it?” so I put one hand on my hip and say “what do you want
for free?” I giggled a bit, but in a nice way.
   The boy says, “Take your clothes off!” I said no, that
“I’m sorry, I’m not dancing on stage yet”, stuff like that.
He says, “thank you.” That’s when I look, and my bikini is
at my feet. I grab my panties and pull them up, and Stud
says, “They’re having trouble staying up huh?” I look and
guess where they were? The guy on the left said I was better
off not worrying about it and you know he was right- it was
futile to keep pulling up a pair of stretched out panties,
you know? Stud said I might need my coat, so I turned to go
and get it, and the guy on the right smacked my butt so hard
you could hear it everywhere! I secretly have this thing
about forceful men, so it kinda turned me on even more. I
didn’t let on though, just went and got my coat and when I
came out of the break room, they were standing by the back
door. They whispered, and then the boy walked up to me and
said, “open your coat please.” He was worried I guess about
something, guns or something so I told him I was perfectly
safe, and showed him. For Pete’s Sake, all I had on was my
black sundress and heels- kinda hard to hide a weapon!
   I can’t remember what happened then, but the Stud, the
boy and I were outside standing in the alley, and it was
pouring! There was a hard wind blowing, and it was like
maybe 50 degrees. My hair was matted to my coat! I had some
mascara on, and I sooo knew it was running. I remember
asking what we were doing and why and all, and that’s when
the Stud said, “Go on Jerry!” That’s right the boy was
Jerry! So anyways he asked me if I had trouble, no, he said
I was having trouble moving, that’s it. He said “Mannequin”,
and I was going to say, “what the hey is all this about?”
But guess what? My jaw didn’t move! Not like it was fused
shut or sealed or all that, the muscles were just relaxed
and I couldn’t make them tense to open! All my muscles were
relaxed, but not moving at all. I watched as the boy Jerry
took my coat off, and put it on. I was like, “as soon as I
can I’m yelling for police” cuz there’s always one near
there. There was a minivan pulling up. I think it was a van,
or a station wagon or like a sedan thing maybe, I can’t
remember now, but it was the weird guy driving. Jerry said
get in so after I did, I said, “I need to go back to work!”
   Jerry said, “You need to take your clothes off”, and I
laughed. I was going to have to jump out of the car or van
thing. He said something so I handed them to him. It was my
dress and heels in a wadded pile! I grabbed the door handle
and Jerry’s hot hand stroked down my back. I almost orgasmed
right there, Diary. He said I was probably too weak to open
it and he was correct. He knew I didn’t have the strength to
crank the handle. He knew I could just barely put the pink
babydoll on. He knew how I really felt about him. Here he
was leaving town forever and I only had this one night to
say goodbye. I was almost in tears. All I could do was hug
him, and caress his hair, let him caress me.
   So anyways I looked around and I was in this shower. I
dried off, and stepped into this hotel room. There was
nobody there, the room was a total mess, and the TV was on.
The air smelled like cigars, and cheap suntan oil, and like
really funky. All I had to wear was my red silk nightie, so
I pulled the yellow plastic “pull tie” out of the top of the
garbage bag, and tied it around my waist in a bow. The
nightie was mid thigh, so it made a cute minidress, though
not what I would wear. I took out the pigtails, which is
weird cuz I don’t wear pigtails, and put my hair in a
ponytail instead. It was ten in the morning; I was rested,
energized in fact. I ended up walking over two hours back
home! I still have my nightie, it’s on the left hook in my
locker. I also have a cut on my collarbone that’s almost
healed. I can’t remember much of the night, but its not
really important cuz I’m sure he knows how I felt about him
and I think I would love it if they come back again!