Kurko, Avgusto 24, 2008

Friday night was more than a blast. I had just finished the work week and after totalling my finances post-expense I was feeling more than a little bit excited about the future. It was natural for me to head down to the Buffalo Station stripclub for some self rewarded celebration with those few friends who I knew would be there. I used to have more friends who danced there but at some point in the past a whole mess of them decided to quit dancing altogether and were replaced by less mature and less savvy dancers who are all so young that they make going to club feel like visiting highschool all over again. This may work for the male customers - and not all the new dancers elicit a head-against-wall response from me - but for those of us interested in a little bit more than simple naked lap grinding it makes spending time there something of a chore. It is a good thing that at least a few of the more mature and professional dancers remain and it is an even better thing that one of my best friends still dances there each weekend.

Annica and I have had an interesting relationship since we first met at Buffalo Station some eight months ago. At first our interactions were professional and nothing more. She would ask me if I wanted to purchase some lapdances and if I could afford to do so then I would purchase said lapdances, often three or four in one evening. But over time she saw the sort of relationships I had with a few of the other dancers and we got around to sharing the details of our lives more often while chatting over cigarettes. We were becoming buddies but we were still not friends nor were we all that close, not until she asked me if I would loan her some cash to help bail her husband out of jail. He had been imprisoned for the cultivation and sale of marijuana and she missed the man despite the poor and less than loving behavior which I would only learn about after he was sprung. It took her by surprise when I agreed to help and not long afterward she and I had become as thick as thieves, which in this case means that we had become close friends in a short period of time and possessed no small amount of unaddressed sexual tension between us.

All of that came to a head on Friday night when we both decided to drink far more hard liquor than our respective weights and unfed stomachs advised. In no time at all we were sucking face on the outdoor bench where we often take our cigarettes, much to the amusement of the other dancers gathered outside there. At least one of them commented that it was about damn time for something like that to happen between Annica and myself, and it was not long before our liquor addled minds led us into behavior that was more than a little bit absurd. Spontaneous and improvised vows were exchanged in jest while trash talking her less than remarkable husband and between kisses we were telling those around us that we had become secret wives. Then in the ultimate expression of alcohol fueled romance she and I retired to the stripclub restroom floor and fucked for a good fifteen minutes before she had to leave for her stage set. Notable and perhaps a bit depressing is the fact that Annica was surprised that it only took me ten of those fifteen to deliver two restroom shaking climax bombs whereas her immature and often stoned husband requires far more time than that to deliver even in one notable but insignificant rumble.

But then again I am a professional, she reasoned.

Speaking of being professional! I received my first online review at last and it would be a lie if I said that it was not more than a touch flattering. This particular client and I had been wanting to schedule some time together for quite awhile but could not do so because he could not take outcall appointments. This was back when I was still independent and not providing incall services. But with the agency providing me more than enough business to afford an incall location he and I were at last able to schedule some time. I need to admit that I have never had a client who was so excited and enthused about seeing me and he spent most of the session talking about me as though I were some sort of gift to men everywhere. He also knew that I was transsexual and so he told me that I should extend his compliments to my physician and surgeon, which was a little bit creepish but still flattering as far as on-the-job compliments are concerned. Here is the review which he wrote for me:

I've been trying to see Daisy for a while. When she arranged a discreet incall location, she got in touch, and we arranged a quick session. She opened the door, and stood there in cute little panties, black stockings, and a smile. WOW, what a sight. Nice slim body with very perky breasts, nice firm tush. After some pleasatries, we began kissing and groping each other just like long lost friends. I explored her soft skin and some tasteful tats eagerly. We retired and continued our explorations. I'll leave the rest to your imagination. This was one of the most fun sessions I've ever had. Daisy is very pretty, with a great attitude, and a very enthusiastic lover. I highly recommend, and I can hardly wait to see her again!

This makes me pleased. Enthusiastic? Great Attitude? Fantastic! The only downside is that he neglected to mention that I do not work on the weekends and so I have been receiving call after call from men who want to see me during the two days each week which I leave all to myself. I hate to disappoint so many potential clients but if I did not commit those two days toward rest and relaxation then I would no doubt go all kinds of batshit and burn out after just a few weeks, which would be a real shame for both my bank account and the sexual appetites of countless and underfed advertising agents. I should qualify that by stating that for some reason most of my clients seem to be advertising agents. Working the weekend would also mean that I would never get anything done and would have no time to spend with Annica on steaming and tanning and going out for dumplings at our favorite restaurant. In any case I am more than pleased with this little bit of advertising because business is already starting to improve. Nasdrovia!