Violet

I have a regular, named Jim.

When a dancer has a "regular," it means she has a customer who comes into the club often, just for her.

This is especially good if he comes in when it's slow. When work is slow, I usually send text messages to my regulars. ("Come visit me! I'm bored! XOXO) And if you've developed  a decent relationship with your regular, it usually means good pay. (You don't want regulars who aren't big spenders, anyway.)

I like Jim because he gives me a lot of money, mostly for conversation. Usually, he'll come in with Julie, who dances at another club. He'll have me do dances for her, which is no sweat.

I also like Jim because he's pretty cool. He has taken me out a few times, with Julie. He buys us dinner, drinks, and takes us shopping.  

One time, he took me with him to Julie's club. Julie danced for me, and he also bought me dances from some of his other favorite girls.

"You've got to get a dance from Violet. She isn't the most attractive lady, but boy, does she give a good dance," Jim insisted.

Violet wasn't very attractive. She looked a bit dated. She looked a lot older than the other dancers. 

Violet was the best lap dance I've ever experienced in my life.

I told her this.

"Dancing for women is much different than dancing for men," Violet explained.

She went on about women liking it slow and sensual. Men usually like tits or ass in their face, with the occasional grind or booty shake, but this does nothing for women. Women like to be touched and taken care of. Stroked. Massaged. Slowly.

Violet got on her knees and slowly slid her hand under my shirt, from my belly button, to in between my breasts. It felt good. She straddled me. But she just sat there and massaged my neck and shoulders. And then she massaged my scalp and pulled my hair. It felt awesome.

I got dances from Violet all night.

The next time I was at work and had a lady customer, I tried all of Violet's techniques myself. The woman practically fell in love with me, as her husband watched her open her legs, throw her head back, and moan all night.

Thanks, Jim. Thanks, Violet.